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Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader) Pt 2
(Laser: I was asked to do a second part by @electronicexpertshark and I still had a couple of ideas for this concept, so here you go!)
Summary: Why you broke up with various MHA characters. (Not meant to be bashing, just some angst and drama for fun.) Part 1
Characters: Midoriya, Shinsou, Monoma, and Miruko
MHA-MHA-MHA
Midoriya
He always put others first, and while that wasn't a bad thing on its own, he didn't know how to balance his professional life with his personal life, especially when it came to you. If someone needed help after school, or if he came across a scene outside of campus, he was always offering a helping hand. Even if other people already had it handled, he couldn't just walk away. Social obligations just didn't seem as important when compared to a person in need. You lost count of the canceled plans and apologetic smiles. And you felt guilty, you felt selfish, but you wanted a partner that could prioritize you more than Izuku could. It was painful to break things off, but it was easier to handle the way he prioritized his life when you were only friends.
Shinsou
He carried a lot of insecurities and bitterness. A lot of the time he didn't feel good enough to be with you, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy when he started pushing you away. He was the king of self-sabotage and there was only so much you could do to ease his worries, only so much you could try to understand that he was only acting like this because he felt inadequate, but in the end, it wasn't enough.
Monoma
His hidden sense of inferiority and his competitive nature were things you were aware of going into the relationship, but you didn't consider how that would apply to your relationship after getting together with him. You became a bragging point to him in a way that made you feel more like a prop than a partner. He was constantly competing with other couples in his own head, and that's not something you wanted part in. You'd just wanted to be with him.
Miruko
She moved too fast for you. She was high energy all the time, and she didn't stop for anyone, not even you. She was set in her ways, refusing to change, to compromise. In the end it was a rather messy breakup, but she didn't look back, so neither should you.
(Requests)
I love a Dabi/Reader or a Shigaraki/Reader where Reader bites just as hard as they do.
Where they're both fucked up and damaged and angry and so fucking afraid of exposing that soft inner core they're carrying. So craving of attention and affection yet simultaneously repulsed by it.
Where neither of them knows how to hold someone's hand without digging their nails in and drawing blood.
Where neither of them is the sunshine, they're both black holes swallowing up everything in their path.
Where they both know this was doomed from the start.
Where if they come out better on the other side it's one hell of a cosmic joke, because who the fuck allowed them to have a happy ending?
Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader)
Summary: The reason why you broke up with various MHA characters. Part 1? (Angst up ahead. This isn't intended to be bashing, it's just a fun angsty thought exercise for the drama lol) Part 2
Characters: Iida, Bakugou, Aizawa, and Yamada
MHA-MHA-MHA
Iida
His family expectations. He's a legacy hero and he's expected to honor and carry on the values of the Iida family. You found yourself struggling more and more to fit the mold laid out for you as the partner of the next head of the family, to navigate the world of the hero industry's elite. You decided it would be for the best that you parted ways.
Bakugou
He was way too busy, constantly training or out on patrol, constantly on the grind. He always demanded perfection from himself as a hero, never letting himself slow down, he spread himself too thin and your relationship ended up falling through the cracks. It got to the point where you felt more like his roommate than his partner, and any attempt to suggest he needed better balance in his life only led to arguments.
Aizawa
He pushed you away. He was always distant when it came to your relationship, it felt like he was keeping you at arms length. He didn't want to admit just how much he felt for you, because that would mean that you were another person he was afraid of losing. So scared of this loss, he kept himself shut away and allowed the distance between you to grow until it was impossible to cross anymore.
Yamada
He never let you see the real him. It didn't take long into your relationship to realize that Present Mic was just a persona he put on, one he used to protect his inner, true self. Even out of costume, he still kept so much of that persona going in front of you, rarely did you get to see the real Hizashi. It never felt like you were with an actual person, try as he might it was too much to put down the act.
(Requests)
SOBBING SUCH EMOTION
this game
✧tags: yandere cheater x reader pt. 3
✧warnings: kidnapping, bondage, MNDI, reader is touched inappropriately
✧a/n: hey guys this is gonna be the final part of my yandere cheater, i really appreciate all the love i've got so far and i'm excited to show you all what I thought up for the final bit! don't hate me too much for the end haha
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
The first sensation that hits you as you wake is a burning feeling in your throat. you shoot up immediately and go into a coughing fit, what happened? The second sensation is the blinding bright lighting, a harsh white compared to the soft yellow in your dorm. Your eyelids feel stuck as you try to open your eyes, almost as if they were glued together.
You force your eyes open and your surroundings alarm you, even in your drowsy state. This room clearly wasn't yours. In fact, it wasn't Raph's either. You knew his room, messy and boyish but not sterile and clean like this. You observe your surroundings, a mostly empty room with minimal items but all necessary furniture.
Then you locate the cause of the ache in your wrists; two tightly tied ropes connecting you to the bed frame. You try to pull away, hoping the knots will come loose but to no avail. Your legs are free unlike your arms, but bare. You're dressed in a large t-shirt, something you knew Raph owned and just your panties. You dreaded being exposed to Raph in such an intimate way, especially considering that he most likely changed you, but the thin layers were better than nothing.
As if hearing your silent plea that he shouldn't come through the door, Raph enters with the click of the lock unlatching. His smug, almost satisfied look makes you uneasy. What did he have planned for you?
"Finally up sweets? I was gettin' bored without ya" he drawls out, stalking closer to the bed with every step.
You inhale sharply and attempt to pull yourself into a sitting position by your wrists, not wanting to be lying down as that man approached you. But almost as if reading your mind, he crawls into the bed. Grabbing your ankle and pulling you down into a resting position with him over you.
"Uh uh" he tuts, "No runnin' away, but I mean-" he cracks a menacing grin. "It's not like there's anywhere to run to huh?"
Your eyebrows furrow as you plead with him, "Raph please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone what you did. If you have any love or at least respect for me, please let me go"
He cocks his head to the side as if thinking about your demand, then all of a sudden-
BAM!
He's on top of you, hands on either side of your head and legs keeping your legs down. "I'm doing this because I love you, can't you see? I know imma asshole for cheating but c'mon. Don't say you didn't miss me"
You scoff and hiss out your words, "Miss you? You're just a cheating lowlife and psycho who couldn't take what he dished out"
"Psycho?" He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks in the process. "Well yer life is in the hands of this psycho darling, so I'd watch what you say" He leans in even closer, his hair now tickling your forehead. "All I did was prove my love for you, getting rid of that bitch, taking care of my brother. They were all getting in between us"
You try to stay calm but tears start to form in your eyes, he was the one who tore you two apart. Not your friends or his brother. "It was you that got between us. Just because you tried to right your wrongs, in the worst way possible, doesn't mean I need to forgive you"
Like he was waiting for you to say that, he grins again "Forgive me? Oh, you'll be forgiving me soon"
He lifts up your body just enough to allow his larger one to fit under you, you were lying on him. Just like when you were together. His face rests on your shoulder as one of his hands grabs a remote off the bed stand next to the bed, arms encircling your waist with the remote in the front.
He then turns on the TV opposite of the bed, the news network flashes on screen.
A woman dressed in formal wear and a bun appeared at a mahogany desk, her face holding a solemn expression. "A horrible tragedy has struck the local university today" A picture of a university, no. Your university flashes on the screen. "A university student had been found in the dorms on campus, horribly injured" A picture of Ray flashes on screen. No.
"Thankfully, an anonymous tip earlier that day proved to save this young man's life as paramedics arrived on the scene just in time" She continues, "Sadly, he has fallen into a coma due to health complications. So please, we ask you to send your love and strength to this young man's family."
Her face looks sterner now, "The main suspect at the moment is a young woman who owned the dorm the student was found in" No, it can't be- "(y/n) is seemingly on the run at the moment, please notify your local police station if you see her in your city" A picture of you pops up. No, no no.
With that Raph clicks the TV off, grinning. "Oh wow, you really did all that (y/n)?"
You don't say anything, face frozen as you stare at the dark TV.
Raph catches onto your shock and coos in your ear, rough hands caressing your waist "Oh darling you're free to stay here, I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go"
You turn your head toward him to the best of your abilities and blurted out, "What did you do"
His eyebrows raise as his grin widens, "I didn't do anything, not my fault you decided to move to such a low-security dorm. I mean, no cameras or security guards? Besides, who would believe you?"
You spit out your words with venom, "My parents will, my friends will, Ray will. You won't escape this"
"Oh really, the same parents who are countries away? The same friends who fucked your boyfriend? Don't get me started on Ray, but it's not like that vegetable can say anything"
Your hope starts to diminish, he was somewhat right. Your so-called 'friends' would never vouch for you. It would be a miracle if your parents would come in time to help your case; even if they did, the odds were stacked against you.
And Ray, poor Ray. He didn't deserve this, he deserved the life he always dreamed about. The little farmhouse in the countryside, a beautiful wife, and a few kids. Even if it wasn't with you, he deserved it and so much more.
You couldn't ignore the feeling of Raphs body beneath yours, his hands gripping you. Was this the way it would end? Hopelessly alone, doomed to be unhappy? The one you loved was battling death, barely alive and here you were: unable to to anything but cry.
Were you crying? You snap out of your daze to a strange wetness on your cheeks, salty moistness. Did you deserve to cry? What could you have done differently to stop this? Would things be different if you had never initiated something with Ray, if you had stayed with Raph, if you had never come to this university?
But the hot breath hitting your neck told you everything you needed to know, this was your now, your forever. Trapped in the arms of your merciless captor, one who wouldn't spare even his own family.
Forever bound to misery, the only witness of your downward spiral would be the cold walls of this house. Funny, how it only took a few hours to strip you of everything you were. All that was left now was a husk, a memory of what was before.
Perhaps, he really had won.
a/n: so ik you guys wanted to keep ray alive and technically i did, but i may or may not have twisted it a bit haha. i consider this ending the true ending but i'll take suggestions to write shorter stories on the alternate paths the reader could have gone down to change their fate!
Gojo SMAU - The Art of Falling Fake
Chapter 2 - The Art of Taking an L
Summary: The campus buzzes with life, but you feel like a shadow slipping through the cracks—unnoticed, unimportant. At home, it’s no better. Your parents dote on your step-sister, the star tennis player, while you’re the afterthought they barely acknowledge. She’s here too, her perfect reputation casting an even bigger shadow over your existence. College was supposed to be your escape, but living at home and walking the same halls as her makes it impossible. Then he shows up—Satoru Gojo, the rich, arrogant engineering major everyone seems to worship. His smug grin and effortless charm are the kind of things you can’t stand, but when a ridiculous twist of fate forces your lives together, you find yourself fake dating the most insufferable man you’ve ever met. It’s just a deal, temporary and harmless—or so you try to convince yourself.
an: This chapter plays before the events of Chapter 14 in Toji’s Story (Toji SMAU - When love was always there). Next Chapter will be Reader’s POV!! Thought I’d switch it up a little. Do we love it? SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 11 - Dinner and Disdain
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: how we doing…? SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 10} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The dining room was tense, the air thick with unsaid words and resentments. Toji sat across the table from you, his head tilted slightly, eyes cast downward, focusing intently on the food on his plate. The clinking of silverware was the only noise cutting through the silence between you both. Your parents and his adoptive parents chatted away like old friends, their laughter and warm tones only emphasizing the heavy wall between you and him.
“Y/N, you barely touched your food,” your mom said, her voice cutting through your quiet frustration.
“I’m fine, Mom,” you said quickly, stabbing at a piece of broccoli just to stop her from asking again.
Toji’s mother, a kind woman with a perpetual smile, glanced at him. “And Toji, you’ve barely said two words all evening.”
Toji grunted, his usual noncommittal response, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth.
The parents exchanged looks but didn’t push. Soon enough, they excused themselves to enjoy the garden, leaving you and Toji to clean up the aftermath.
You immediately got up, stacking plates in silence. Toji did the same, moving with the kind of deliberate awkwardness that came when two people who desperately didn’t want to be near each other had no choice.
The sound of water running in the sink filled the void as you scrubbed at the dishes, refusing to look at him. Toji stood a few feet away, drying off a plate. He kept glancing at you, opening his mouth once, then shutting it again.
Finally, he sighed. “Look, I…”
You stiffened but didn’t turn around. “What?”
“I, uh…” He shifted uncomfortably, gripping the towel tighter. “I just wanted to say… I shouldn’t have said some of the stuff I said. At my place. It came out wrong.”
You froze for a moment before finally turning to face him. “Came out wrong?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tone defensive already. “Like, I didn’t mean all of it. Just some of it.”
“Just some of it?” you repeated, your voice rising as anger bubbled to the surface. You put the plate down, turning fully toward him. “Do you even hear yourself, Toji? Do you even care about what you said or did? Or is this just you trying to get rid of your guilt?”
His jaw clenched. “I ain’t tryin’ to get rid of nothin’. I just—”
“You just what?” you interrupted, your voice cracking. “You think you can say sorry, and it magically undoes all the years of hurt? All the shit you put me through? You think I’m just going to forget the way you humiliated me, ignored me, and treated me like I was nothing?”
Toji’s face hardened, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Didn’t mean to what, Toji? Didn’t mean to make me feel like I was less than human? Because congratulations, you did that perfectly.”
His fists clenched at his sides. “I wasn’t tryna make you feel like that. I just—look, I didn’t ask for you to be in my business when we were kids, okay? You were always actin’ like you could fix me or somethin’, like I was some damn charity case. That shit got under my skin!”
Your chest tightened as tears welled up in your eyes. “You think I was treating you like a charity case?” you asked quietly. “I just wanted to be your friend, Toji. I just wanted to help.”
“Well, I didn’t need it,” he snapped, his voice harsher than intended.
You let out a shaky breath, the tears falling freely now. “You know what? You’re right. You didn’t need it. And I didn’t need to spend years of my life caring about someone who couldn’t care less about me.”
Toji’s mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out. He stood there, frozen, as you wiped at your face.
“I’m sorry for being pushy and overbearing back then,” you said, your voice trembling. “I’ll keep my distance from now on. You can have your space. Just stay out of mine, and maybe we can finally move past this.”
With that, you turned back to the sink, your hands trembling as you finished washing the last dish. Toji stood there, silent and motionless, as if struggling to find something—anything—to say.
But nothing came.
You placed the clean dishes on the rack, brushed past him without looking, and walked out into the garden to join your parents. Toji stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders.
When you reached the garden, you plastered on a smile, though your cheeks were still damp. Your parents took the cue to wrap things up quickly, and soon enough, you were leaving.
Toji didn’t come out to say goodbye.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: I hope you guys can understand him a little better now… (please stop telling me to just kill him off LMAOOO 😭). I also wanted to mention that none of the relationships I write about will be perfect because that’s just not realistic. Dark times are upon us my babies but things will get better…. one day…. hopefully…. Smooches 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You knock on Toji’s apartment door, your pulse racing in a mix of nerves and anger. You don’t even know why you’re here. After everything he said—everything he did—why should you care about his busted knuckles or his bruised ego? But still, here you are, a bag of first-aid supplies in hand, waiting for him to open the door.
When it swings open, Toji stands there, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes sweep over you, and his mouth pulls into a smirk. “The hell you want?”
You push past him without answering, stepping into the small, sparsely furnished space. The smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke hangs faintly in the air. You drop the bag onto his coffee table and turn to face him.
“You’re hurt,” you say simply.
“So what?” He shuts the door with a deliberate click and crosses his arms, leaning against it. “I didn’t ask you to come.”
“Someone has to take care of you,” you reply, already pulling supplies out of the bag. “Since you clearly won’t.”
He scoffs, sauntering over to the couch but making no move to sit. “You always gotta play the nurse, huh? Like you’re so damn perfect.”
“I’m not doing this to feel perfect,” you snap, glaring at him. “I’m doing it because you’re too stupid to take care of yourself.”
Toji snorts but finally sits down, sprawling out with a casual arrogance that sets your teeth on edge. “Whatever. Make it quick.”
You kneel in front of him, taking his hand and inspecting the bruised and bloodied knuckles. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint hiss of antiseptic as you clean the wound. His hand is stiff in yours, tense but not pulling away.
“You gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, not looking up.
“What’s it to you?” he says, his voice laced with irritation.
“It’s not like you to get detention. Not anymore, at least.”
He lets out a humorless laugh. “Maybe I felt like knockin’ Gojo’s pretty face in.”
You pause, glancing up at him. “Why?”
“Why not?” His gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding. “You seem real concerned about him, though. You two fuckin’ or somethin’?”
Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m just askin’,” he says, leaning back with a smug grin. “Since he’s always all over you. Thought maybe you finally gave it up to him.”
“Shut up, Toji,” you snap, your voice trembling with anger.
“Why?” he taunts, his smirk growing. “You embarrassed? Or maybe you don’t like that I called it out.”
You stand abruptly, tossing the first-aid kit onto the couch beside him. “You’re such a dick, you know that? I come here to help you, and this is how you treat me?”
“I didn’t ask you to come,” he shoots back, his voice rising. “You just showed up like you always do, thinkin’ you can fix everything. Like you can fix me.”
Your breath catches, his words cutting deeper than you’d like to admit. “I’m not trying to fix you,” you say quietly.
“Bullshit,” he spits, standing to face you. “You’ve been tryin’ to fix me since we were kids. Always actin’ like you’re some kinda saint, like you’re better than me. Like you’re better than everybody.”
“That’s not true,” you argue, your voice trembling.
“Yes, it is,” he growls, stepping closer. “You think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t see the way you treated me? Like some charity case you could pat yourself on the back for. Poor little Toji, right? Poor, angry, stupid Toji.”
You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. “That’s not how it was. I just wanted to be your friend.”
“Friend?” he laughs bitterly. “You forced me to be your friend. I didn’t want you around, but you didn’t care. You kept comin’ back, smilin’ like an idiot, actin’ like everything was fine. And then one day, you just stopped. Guess you got tired of playin’ with your little project, huh?”
Your throat tightens, and you can barely get the words out. “I stopped because you made my life hell, Toji. You bullied me. You tormented me every chance you got.”
“Maybe you deserved it,” he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.
The words hit you like a slap, and you take a step back, your hands trembling. “You’re a selfish asshole,” you say, your voice breaking. “You’ve always been one.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I got my reasons,” he shoots back, his voice rising.
“Then tell me!” you yell, tears streaming down your face now. “Tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn nightmare!”
He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving as he stares at you, his jaw tight. And then, suddenly, he explodes.
“You wanna know why?” he shouts, his voice raw and shaking. “Because you don’t know when to leave shit alone! You don’t know when to leave me alone! I didn’t want your kindness, or your pity, or whatever the hell you were sellin’. But you kept pushin’. Kept actin’ like you were so much better than me, like you could fix me. And it pissed me off, okay? It pissed me off because I knew it wasn’t real. I knew you’d get tired of me eventually, just like everybody else.”
You stand there, stunned, as his words wash over you.
“And you know what the worst part is?” he continues, his voice breaking. “You did get tired of me. You left, just like I knew you would. So don’t stand there and act like you’re some innocent little angel, ‘cause you’re not.”
You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.
“Get the fuck out,” he snaps, his voice cold and final.
“Toji—”
“I said get out!” he yells, his voice echoing through the small apartment.
Your chest tightens as you grab your bag and head for the door, tears blurring your vision. You don’t look back as you step outside, the sound of the door slamming behind you ringing in your ears.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 4 - What he won’t say
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
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{chapter 3} ; {next}
JJK MASTERLIST ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
Toji Fushiguro/Zenin
•Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Kento Nanami
•Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Satoru Gojo
•Gojo SMAU - The Art of Falling Fake
Suguru Geto
Sukuna Itadori
Choso Kamo
Tw: Dark themes, murder, angst.
You're Stuck With Me
All three of her younger siblings stared down at her as she bled out on the floor. They weren't sure what to do, and they were scared out of their minds. They couldn't look away. Their aggressively drunk father letting out spiteful, boisterous laughter all the while. She wasn't dead yet, but she might as well be. She can't even move. All of them were in tears. Then, they all collectively dropped to the floor beside her and just sit there. There's a moment of silence. Her eyes close, and after a while, she's gone. Completely dead. The now eldest sibling stands. He walks into the kitchen and grabs the biggest knife he can find. He walks back into the main room, where his siblings all remain and grabs the youngest by her arm, pulling her up to a standing position, and stabs her. Over and over. She screams and cries and tries, desperately, to fight back, but to no ones surprise, she fails. She's only four and a half. What a shame. His younger brother just watched in shock. The horror absolutely evident on his face. Filled with adrenaline, the younger tries to run. He is only able to run for a short time. He's out of breath and cover in tears and sweat. He just gives up. His legs give way under him. He accepts that he's powerless to escape, and before long, he's being stabbed. The constant sting going straight to his head. Finally, with all of his siblings dead, he hesitantly points the blade toward his own throat. He thinks to himself, "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.".
Tw: Dark themes, su!c!de, angst.
Straight to the Point
At that exact moment, we locked eyes. I stood there for a long minute. We both did. I took my jacket off and tied it around her waist. "Just something to remember me by. " I muttered. I didn't cry, because it felt like it was partly my fault that I didn't know how to save her. She jumped. I just watched.
(I might make a longer version of this with background.)
Mingyu x Reader
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 420
Mingyu sat on the edge of his bed, his mind consumed with thoughts of you. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest ever since your last argument. He knew he had messed up, said things he didn't mean in the heat of the moment, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize.
He missed you, missed the way you would laugh at his jokes, the way you would curl up against him on the couch while watching a movie. But now, there was a distance between you that seemed impossible to bridge.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew he had to make things right, had to swallow his pride and apologize to you. But the fear of rejection held him back, the fear that you would push him away and leave him alone with his regrets.
He stood up, pacing back and forth in his room, trying to muster up the courage to call you. But every time he reached for his phone, his hand would falter, the words of apology stuck in his throat.
He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, couldn't bear the thought of never hearing your voice again. But he also couldn't bear the thought of facing your anger, your disappointment.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he finally dialed your number, his heart pounding in his chest. The phone rang, each tone echoing in the silence of his room, until finally, you picked up.
"Hello?" Your voice was soft, hesitant.
"I-It's M-Mingyu," he stuttered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. Please, forgive me."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever. And then, finally, you spoke.
"I forgive you, Mingyu. I miss you too."
Relief flooded through him as he collapsed onto his bed, tears streaming down his face. He had been given a second chance, a chance to make things right with you. And he wasn't going to waste it.
From that day on, Mingyu vowed to never let his pride get in the way of his love for you. He would cherish you, protect you, and never take you for granted again.
And as he drifted off to sleep, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he knew that no matter what challenges they faced, as long as he had you by his side, everything would be okay.
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pt1 pt2
thinking about…
teacher!gojo who hasn’t talked to you since he was a teenager
teacher!gojo who spends all of his time alone on missions, lesson planning, and training his students
teacher!gojo who despite his goofy demeanor is strangely repulsed whenever shoko teases and jokes about setting up a blind date for him; who only ever considered you when it came to romance
teacher!gojo who knows it would be crazy for you to give him a second chance after your high school fall-out
teacher!gojo who’s busy schedule leaves him longing for rest but can hardly get his three hours of sleep when you consume his thoughts
teacher!gojo who gives in after so many restless nights and realizes he needs to get over you
teacher!gojo who coincidentally sees you on the arm of another man on his way to his blind date and goes absolutely berserk
teacher!gojo who knows he has no right to be jealous over what could have been (it was his fault that nothing happened between you two after all!)
teacher!gojo who can no longer stand the ache in his chest when you transfer to Jujustu Tech as a new teacher and you greet him oh-so formally in the dingy break room
teacher!gojo who’s balls his fists but stays silent every time you leave work eying his figure, regret so obviously present in your eyes
teacher!gojo who finally decides to talk to you again, your constant presence overwhelming him with guilt
teacher!gojo who swore he would be collected but spills out apologies resisting voice cracks and tears when he notices your glassy eyes and quivering lips
teacher!gojo who embraces you with a longing saved over a decade of isolation
teacher!gojo who lets down his infinity for you to weep in his arms and punch his chest for being so difficult all those years ago
teacher!gojo who listens while you recall his actions between sobs
teacher!gojo who only holds you tighter, closer to him as if to never let you go again
teacher!gojo who starts visiting your classroom with snacks between breaks and making up for lost time
teacher!gojo who arrives to school early for the first time ever, standing outside Jujustu Tech’s gate waiting in the snow with a bouquet blushing like a schoolboy
teacher!gojo who knows he’s rushing it, but he just can’t wait to be yours anymore than he has!
teacher!gojo who gives his first genuine smile in years when you meet him gasping in delight at his out of the ordinary demeanor and gifts
teacher!gojo who confesses to you, the memories of years prior so bittersweet and he’s trying not to cry when he senses hesitation in your eyes
teacher!gojo who’s the happiest he’s ever been when he realizes that you, the untouchable kind amazing you has given him another chance to be yours
teacher!gojo who lets you wrap your arms around his neck dragging you into a well deserved strawberry-lollipop-flavored-kiss spinning you around in joy
teacher!gojo who’s heart drops when he notices that the bushes and trees behind you start to fade, dreading the truth he had known from the start when he sees your face get more and more blurry
teacher!gojo who only wants to deny what his six-eyes tell him for as long as he can
teacher!gojo who wakes up alone in bed, blindfold soaked in salty tears when he realizes he had dreamt of you again.
teacher!gojo who forces himself out of bed, not bothering to put on a coat as he makes his way out of his apartment
teacher!gojo who’s found the next morning by shoko, puffy eyed and unmoving by your grave
teacher!gojo who knows deep down that if he had acted sooner, confessed sooner, finished off that curse sooner, done anything sooner you might have, no, you would have still been with him happily together
teacher!gojo who knows that no matter how hard he tries, he is always too late.
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A/N:
I hope you enjoyed! English isn’t my first language and it’s one of my first times trying writing but I really enjoyed these hcs! I wanted to give this a happy ending to satisfy everyone who read pt1, but I just couldn’t find a way to do so while writing. I want to work on a few one-shots soon, so I’ll definitely have a happy ending for gojo on a more fine tuned piece! Please let me know if you have any recommendations on improving writing and any requests for fics in the future!
The 30th: A Colby Brock x Reader Story
Warnings?: "Major" injury, car accident, emotional distress, medical trauma, angst, Colby dealing with grief? and helplessness.
Summary: A tragic accident changes everything, leaving Colby to grapple with the fragile line between life and death. The reader wakes up in a hospital, memories shattered, while Colby struggles with fear of almost losing them and the guilt of not being there. As they both navigate the aftermath, unanswered questions linger - what if things had been different? What if they hadn't survived..?
The Call That Changed Everything
The first thing Colby registered was how early it was for Sam to be calling him. His phone vibrated aggressively against the nightstand, its screen illuminating the dark room with an eerie glow. Groaning, he blindly reached for it, still half-asleep, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse with sleep.
"Colby." Sam's voice was tight, urgent. "Dude, wake up. It's about-... It's about them..."
Colby sat up so fast he nearly got whiplash. What..? "What happened?"
There was silence on the other end, just a ragged inhale. That was never a good sign.
"They were in an accident," Sam finally said, voice trembling. "It- it was bad, man... You need to get to the hospital. Now."
Colby's heart plummeted to his stomach.
No. No, this couldn't be real.
His hands shook as he threw back the blankets, his feet barely touching the floor before he was moving- grabbing his keys, shoving on a hoodie, barely processing anything beyond the fact that he needed to get to you.
Because Sam's voice sounded too strained, too grief-ridden.
And that terrified him.
The drive to the hospital was a blur.
Colby wasn't sure how he even got there without crashing himself. His chest was tight, suffocating, a silent scream pressing against his throat but never making it past his lips. His fingers gripped the wheel so hard they ached.
He barely registered pulling into the parking lot.
His legs felt weak beneath him as he sprinted inside, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sterile smell of the hospital burning his nostrils.
At the front desk, he practically slammed his hands down, his voice cracking as he demanded, "Where are they?"
The nurse glanced up, startled. "Sir-"
"Where the hell are they?!" His voice rose, panic lacing every word.
Recognition flickered in her eyes. "Brock, right? You're here for-"
"Yes!" He could barely hold himself together.
The nurse nodded, pressing a button on the phone beside her. "They're in the ICU. Room 217."
Colby didn't wait for any more instructions- his feet were already moving.
The halls felt like they stretched for miles, every step dragging him deeper into the suffocating weight of reality.
And then he reached your room.
And his whole world stopped.
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.
.
Broken and Bruised
You looked so... so small.
The sight of you in that hospital bed nearly shattered him. Wired and tubes ran along your body, an IV taped to your arm. Your face was pale, your bruised and busted lips slightly parted as if caught in a restless dream. Bandages wrapped around your forehead, your arm resting in a sling. Bruises and cuts bloomed across your skin, harsh reminders of what had happened.
Colby swallowed hard, his throat burning.
He stepped closer, his knees threatening to give out. He didn't realize he was shaking until he reached for your hand, his fingers ghosting over your skin.
You were warm. Alive.
His breath hitched, relief flooding through him so fast it almost made him dizzy.
But then your eyelids fluttered.
And the second your gaze met his, he saw it- the confusion. The fear.
And worst of all- the lack of recognition.
"...Colby?" Your voice was hoarse, uncertain.
He nodded rapidly, gripping your hand tighter. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I'm right here, baby."
You blinked at him, your brows furrowing.
And then-
"What happened to me?"
Colby inhaled sharply. His stomach twisted.
Oh God.
You didn't remember.
It wasn't instant, the realization. It came in fragments, shattered memories slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.
The paramedics had told Sam you woke up in the ambulance, disoriented, in shock. You'd called someone -Colby- but you didn't remember.
And now, looking at him, it was clear that your brain had blurred everything into static.
Colby forced a smile, even as his heart fractured. "You, uh... you got into an accident, baby.."
Your breath hitched, panic creeping in. "I don't-" Your hand trembled in his. "I don't remember."
His gut twisted.
"It's okay," he murmured. "You're safe now."
But God, nothing about this felt safe.
Because the fear in your eyes was something he had never seen before.
And he didn't know how to fix it.
.
.
.
The Weight of What-Ifs
The days that followed were agonizing.
Colby refused to leave your side, even when nurses gently suggested he get some rest. He couldn't. Not when you kept waking up in a panic, not when you flinched at shadows of memories that refused to return.
And then there were the what-ifs.
They haunted him.
What if it happened to you on a different day?
On a bridge, where there wasn't a rail in the way?
Or a neighborhood street where the little kids played?
What if you weren't alone? There were kids in the car?
What if you were remote? No one knows where you are
If you changed anything, would you not have survived?!
Colby couldn't stop spiraling.
You had survived. But just barely.
And that terrified him more than anything.
The hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the distant murmur of voices in the hallway.
Colby sat in the chair beside your bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His head hung low, dark hair falling into his eyes, but he wasn't crying.
He'd done enough of that in the past twenty-four hours.
Instead, he just stared- at you, at the bruises, at the faint rise and fall of your chest, proof that you were still here. That he hadn't lost you.
But God, it had been close.
Sam had tried to get him to go home earlier, even offered to drive him, but Colby had barely acknowledged him. He couldn't leave. Not yet.
Not when every time he closed his eyes, he saw the wreck.
He hadn't even been there, hadn't seen the twisted metal or the shattered glass, but his mind had painted the picture anyways, cruelly vivid. He saw you lying there in the wreckage, unconscious, broken, alone.
And it made him sick.
A shuddering breath escaped him as he finally lifted his gaze, studying your face.
Your head was turned slightly toward him, your cheek resting against the pillow. There was a small crest between your brows, like your body still remembered the pain even in sleep. The bruises along your temple darkened overnight, spreading like ink beneath your skin.
You looked fragile.
And Colby hated that.
He wanted to hold you, to tell you it was over, that you were safe, but the words felt empty when he couldn't even promise you'd be okay.
Because you didn't remember.
You didn't remember the crash.
You didn't remember calling him, your voice weak and trembling through the phone.
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.
.
Okay, I'm tired, my hands hurt, and I've lost motivation. Sooo- if this gets attention and people like it I'll continue it another day, if not, you're stuck on this- Bye bye.
If your angst ship doesn’t fit:
“I can’t love you, anymore” vs “I can’t love you any more”
Then is it even that good of an angst ship?
Natsuo is crying when Tomura finds him. The smaller man at first just looks at him for a long time, unable to process the image in front of him. Later, he rages, scratching his neck, wanting to destroy something, whatever made Natsuo, wide-shining-smile Natsuo, cry. That rage crumbles into shame when he tries to talk, not knowing what to say and realizing he doesn't know what to do.
Another long time happens before his hand tries to reach to the medic student's shoulder, only to stop himself while he was calling for the attention of his boyfriend. What if he hurts him by accident?
Shigaraki : Natsuo?
Natsuo : T-Tomura! How long have you been there?
Shigaraki : Not so long, I just arrived.
He lies, and he doesn't even know why he is lying, but again, he doesn't know what he should be saying right now. Should he pretend he didn't notice and give Natsuo space? Should he call Toga, Spinner and/or Twice? (Those three would do this, whatever this is, better) At the end, he just can ask what is wrong.
Shigaraki : Are... Are you alright?
"Of course he is not, you dumbass! He is crying!" Is what his brain replies.
Natsou : I'm fine, it's just.... I miss my brother.
Shigaraki : You... miss your brother?
At first, Tomura doesn't understand. Then, the image of Dabi avoiding his boyfriend invades his head.
Shigaraki : H-Hey, Natsuo. You really shouldn't pay so much mind to Dabi's words, h doesn't. He is just a son of a bit- I mean, without offending your mother, you already know him.
Natsuo : Do I?
No, he doesn't. He knew Touya, he knew his brother, he knew a child that burned down to the ashes after being abused and neglected for his whole life.
Dabi? Dabi is a dead man, but he is not Touya, and Natsuo can't help but feel guilt of wanting.... wanting Touya out of Dabi.
The red eyed man decides to sit besides Natsuo, they don't touch nor look at each other, the silence is akward. Tomura still tries to find his words after taking a deep breath, here we go with the sentimental monologues.
Shigaraki : ....... Dabi is... complicated. He is fucked up, like everyone else that decided it was a good idea to get out of our rooms just to go "fuck the heroes" as a life motto. But I know that he doesn't mean to hurt us, he has our backs.
Natsuo : Yeah, I know. He just gave me the "if you hurt him, you're dead" talk.
Shigaraki : - HE DID WHAT?!
The villain seemed confused, flustered, angry, surprised, scared, shy and many other emotions that should not be able to be together at the same time. But there he is, eyes and mouth wide open, face and neck red, trembles in his body. . .
It feels.... nice. It actually feels nice the idea that Dabi would go as far to threat his own brother for him, but it also feels... bad. It's weird, and Natsuo is sad.
The league are the family he never had, most of them feel it that way, and for one side having his co-worker/co-leader/friend/brother whatever having his back, as he said, is really nice. But there is also the fact that he had to take Natsuo's brother to have his.
Natsuo : I just... don't know. I will get over it, I guess. I mean, you just said it, it's not like he wants to hurt any of us, I was just too hopeful.
Shigaraki : Well, nobody should have too many hopes on Dabi. But... Natsuo, he doesn't hate you. You know that, right?
"My name is Dabi, Todoroki!"
Natsuo : He... doesn't?
Just now they look at each other in the eyes and Tomura can see just how insecure, how small, how abandoned Natsuo feels. The villain does the best he can to smile, the shape in his lips is not as big as his boyfriend's, it's also shy and nervious, but it's sincere.
Shigaraki : You would not be here if he did. Maybe.... maybe just try again later? When, you know, both of you are ready.
That. . . Is actually a good idea. Good job Tomura, Kurogiri would be proud! Damn, he is proud of himself.
Natsuo : Yeah, maybe you are right.
The Todoroki seems... better. Better is good. Tomura can't help but look at his own hands. Maybe he will be able to not decay this.
Shigaraki : Now tell what did he say to know how angry I should be.
Natsuo : . . . Do I have to?
Shigaraki : YES
Based on this post
Please see this @incorrect-natshig :
Tomura looks worried at his hands, not doing anythig else at the bar. He remembers how Natsuo accepted to try and date him just a week ago, and he still can't believe it. It feels so unreal, like it's going to disappear any time soon, or worse, his very same hands will turn it into ashes, both figuratively and literally. Dabi is just passing by when he sees his leader, hating the vulnerable state the white-haired man is in.
Dabi : Hand-job, we all know you are such a hand-freak, no need to make this even more dramatic.
Sarcasm and insults are the only way he knows how to deal with emotions, so even when he knows he shouldn't be saying those kind of things, he does anyways.
Shigaraki : What are you doing here? Did Toga and Twice finally got bored of your burned ass?
Then again, the league understands. They are as broken as him, so there he is accepted. Might even try not to die when he kills that flaming trashcan he called father.
Might even treasure this moments where Jin and him drink and smoke, goes around with Toga to kill people and steal food and clothes (she wants piercings, but he is still not sure if he wants to take her), Compress and him talking about nonsense and pulling dramatic stunts, Spinner and him talking about Stain (not Toga, he likes the kid but she is creepy about crushes) and how corrupted the hero society is, and of course, how his leader lets him be. Sometimes they're just insulting each other, but they are both comfortable and having fun, other times they talk about the attacks, being both leaders (Dabi still doesn't know how THE FUCK he leads) and they feel this strange... respect from the other, this support.
Dabi : At least is better than yours.
Shigaraki : Let me remind you, your brother seems to like this ass.
The disgust on the ex-Todoroki makes the younger one laugh. At least someone is having fun with his misery. Even though part of the disgust is more because of the fact the medic student knows his identity and goes around visiting the league, putting them all in danger during the process. What if the Todoroki find out?
Dabi doesn't hate Natsuo, but.... Natsuo asks for too much. He remembers how the younger almost started crying, calling him Touya. Who the fuck is Touya? Todoroki Touya is dead, and even if he wasn't, Touya was a worthless, useless child that ran around adoring of the asshole he called father, wanting his attention like a whore. He hates Touya, he doesn't want to be Touya.
He is Dabi, from the League of Villains.
Dabi :(annoyed) Did he say something? Do something? To you, I mean.
Shigaraki : The fuck, are you in drugs again or something? It's just.... (looks at his hands again) nothing....
Dabi likes what he has know, and will not lose it. He will defend it. And so he does talk to Natsuo, even though he has been avoiding him ever since the first time the larger male tried to talk to him after finding out who he was. White haired finds himself smiling, with hope on his eyes, hope that the black-haired one wants to burn down.
Dabi : Hey, you made sure you weren't followed, right? Didn't tell your siblings or anyone.
Natsuo : Not, I didn't. Wish I could, though. Fuyumi would like to know you are alive, To-
Dabi :(interrupting) Yeah, it's not about that I want to talk.
Natsou : Then what is it.
Dabi hits the wall besides them, then fires up a hand that he puts between them. Natsu blinks a few times in disbelief, is he being threatened by Touya?
Dabi : It's about Shigaraki. Hurt him, and you are dead. Did I make myself clear?
Like Endeavor. Touya is behaving like Endeavor, and Natsou feels a little scared. But more than scared, he is sad.
Natsuo : I promise you, I will not do such thing.
Dabi : You better not. The hero society has already fucked us up too much. No need to add the son of a hero to the list.
Even though the flames are gone and the criminal has relaxed his body language, Natsuo doesn't feel any better.
Natsuo : Touy-
Dabi : My name us Dabi, Todoroki!
Both of them freeze, with that surname, the black haired realized he crossed a line, but he doesn't know how to apologize, specially with the broken look on Natsuo's eyes. Then again, the fact that he has them is a reminder of what Natsou is not. He is not part of the league, not part of his family.
Dabi : Don't forget it ever again.
The younger man feels like an idiot, of course Tou- Dabi doesn't want to be back. All this time he has hoped to get back his big brother, but know for the first time, realizes that is not that Touya needed space to think as he believed, he just wasn't there anymore. Even so, he smiles to the stranger, a brave smile.
Natsuo : Of course...
Dabi : Whatever, I'm going to look for the crazy one. Just hope she didn't end up in jail just becauae I didn't get her a damn piercing.
As Dabi leaves, Natsuo remembers how his big brother was so small, how he burned alive, how he always came cying on him. Why would Touya want to be back, having the league. Dabi might be still small compared to Natsuo, might atill burn alive... but he would never go to cry on the Todoroki. Not to be ignored again.
Natsuo really lost his brother, didn't he?
(Want a second part of Shigaraki comforting Natsuo?)
Based on this post
Please see this @incorrect-natshig :
Tomura looks worried at his hands, not doing anythig else at the bar. He remembers how Natsuo accepted to try and date him just a week ago, and he still can't believe it. It feels so unreal, like it's going to disappear any time soon, or worse, his very same hands will turn it into ashes, both figuratively and literally. Dabi is just passing by when he sees his leader, hating the vulnerable state the white-haired man is in.
Dabi : Hand-job, we all know you are such a hand-freak, no need to make this even more dramatic.
Sarcasm and insults are the only way he knows how to deal with emotions, so even when he knows he shouldn't be saying those kind of things, he does anyways.
Shigaraki : What are you doing here? Did Toga and Twice finally got bored of your burned ass?
Then again, the league understands. They are as broken as him, so there he is accepted. Might even try not to die when he kills that flaming trashcan he called father.
Might even treasure this moments where Jin and him drink and smoke, goes around with Toga to kill people and steal food and clothes (she wants piercings, but he is still not sure if he wants to take her), Compress and him talking about nonsense and pulling dramatic stunts, Spinner and him talking about Stain (not Toga, he likes the kid but she is creepy about crushes) and how corrupted the hero society is, and of course, how his leader lets him be. Sometimes they're just insulting each other, but they are both comfortable and having fun, other times they talk about the attacks, being both leaders (Dabi still doesn't know how THE FUCK he leads) and they feel this strange... respect from the other, this support.
Dabi : At least is better than yours.
Shigaraki : Let me remind you, your brother seems to like this ass.
The disgust on the ex-Todoroki makes the younger one laugh. At least someone is having fun with his misery. Even though part of the disgust is more because of the fact the medic student knows his identity and goes around visiting the league, putting them all in danger during the process. What if the Todoroki find out?
Dabi doesn't hate Natsuo, but.... Natsuo asks for too much. He remembers how the younger almost started crying, calling him Touya. Who the fuck is Touya? Todoroki Touya is dead, and even if he wasn't, Touya was a worthless, useless child that ran around adoring of the asshole he called father, wanting his attention like a whore. He hates Touya, he doesn't want to be Touya.
He is Dabi, from the League of Villains.
Dabi :(annoyed) Did he say something? Do something? To you, I mean.
Shigaraki : The fuck, are you in drugs again or something? It's just.... (looks at his hands again) nothing....
Dabi likes what he has know, and will not lose it. He will defend it. And so he does talk to Natsuo, even though he has been avoiding him ever since the first time the larger male tried to talk to him after finding out who he was. White haired finds himself smiling, with hope on his eyes, hope that the black-haired one wants to burn down.
Dabi : Hey, you made sure you weren't followed, right? Didn't tell your siblings or anyone.
Natsuo : Not, I didn't. Wish I could, though. Fuyumi would like to know you are alive, To-
Dabi :(interrupting) Yeah, it's not about that I want to talk.
Natsou : Then what is it.
Dabi hits the wall besides them, then fires up a hand that he puts between them. Natsu blinks a few times in disbelief, is he being threatened by Touya?
Dabi : It's about Shigaraki. Hurt him, and you are dead. Did I make myself clear?
Like Endeavor. Touya is behaving like Endeavor, and Natsou feels a little scared. But more than scared, he is sad.
Natsuo : I promise you, I will not do such thing.
Dabi : You better not. The hero society has already fucked us up too much. No need to add the son of a hero to the list.
Even though the flames are gone and the criminal has relaxed his body language, Natsuo doesn't feel any better.
Natsuo : Touy-
Dabi : My name us Dabi, Todoroki!
Both of them freeze, with that surname, the black haired realized he crossed a line, but he doesn't know how to apologize, specially with the broken look on Natsuo's eyes. Then again, the fact that he has them is a reminder of what Natsou is not. He is not part of the league, not part of his family.
Dabi : Don't forget it ever again.
The younger man feels like an idiot, of course Tou- Dabi doesn't want to be back. All this time he has hoped to get back his big brother, but know for the first time, realizes that is not that Touya needed space to think as he believed, he just wasn't there anymore. Even so, he smiles to the stranger, a brave smile.
Natsuo : Of course...
Dabi : Whatever, I'm going to look for the crazy one. Just hope she didn't end up in jail just becauae I didn't get her a damn piercing.
As Dabi leaves, Natsuo remembers how his big brother was so small, how he burned alive, how he always came cying on him. Why would Touya want to be back, having the league. Dabi might be still small compared to Natsuo, might atill burn alive... but he would never go to cry on the Todoroki. Not to be ignored again.
Natsuo really lost his brother, didn't he?
(Want a second part of Shigaraki comforting Natsuo?)
TROPES/DYNAMICS I LIKE
as a com/darkshipper !
showed up one day x doesn't know where they came from
amnesia x someone they used to hate (bonus points if they find out and are afraid of them again)
brainwashed x the person trying to save them (bonus: they still betray them in the end)
hate each other but stuck together because of traumabonding
codependent addicts
father figure x traumatized boy (could be romantic or platonic)
dying x slowly killing them
catatonic x manic
on the run together
shy priest x depraved stalker
bully x bully (bonus if they're childhood friends) (bonus bonus for internalized homophobia)
the worst x hates them but feels obligated to stay because of an "i can fix them"
friends to lovers to enemies
trying to kill each other but they end up falling in love anyway (bonus if one of them is still forced to kill the other and it absolutely breaks them)
condescending x condescending-er
childhood friends but one forgot the other
my holy trinity of "how much angst can I fit into this poor fictional character"
WHERE TH IS ALL THE THOMAS X READER FICS???? I THOUGHT WE ALL LOVED DYLAN IN MAZE RUNNER????????IM SO DEPRIVED IM MAKING A POST ABOUT IT!!!! THERE WAS LIKE ONLY ONE GOOD JUICY FANFIC I NEED MORE!! AND WHILE WE AT IT I NEED MORE STILES STILINSKI FICS TOO WE RUNNING LOW!!!!! IM BEGGING YEWWWW! PLEASEE👹🥹🙏🏾
I don't think I'm gonna finish this so I'm posting it unfinished, take Venti surrounded by the bodies of their children and holding their dull visions
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PRE-CRASH!TRAVIS MARTINEZ — SFW ALPHABET
A/N: hii this is my first post so it’ll prob be shit, but it’s time someone fixes the lack of travis fics on tumblr </3
WARNINGS: switching between past and present tense, coach martinez, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of child abuse, self-harm, mentions of death
a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
he was hesitant to be affectionate at first. if you two weren’t close before you started dating, he was definitely awkward in the beginning of the relationship. if you were friends before dating, he’d probably be less awkward. he would still be nervous, but because he was worried about ruining your friendship. either way, it would take a while to get him to be affectionate.
he isn’t the making out type of affectionate, nor is he a fan of PDA. he probably holds your hand a lot, but that’s all the PDA you’ll get. when you’re alone, however, he is much more touchy.
b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)
he would be the type of friend that’s bitchy, but he’s definitely not as on-edge with you. you. he feels like he can trust you, especially if you’ve been friends for a while. you were probably childhood friends, or became friends because of seeing each other soccer events that had both the girls’ soccer team and the boys’ soccer team.
c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
travis doesn’t usually cuddle, except for when he’s exhausted. he’s usually tired, but it’s when he’s bumping into things and dozing off level exhausted that he’ll get more touchy with you.
he’s also clingy when he’s drunk or high.
he tries not to be so clingy when in the right state of mind, but when he’s exhausted or under influence, all those walls come tumbling down.
(probably because his father refuses to show affection with him or Javi, and rarely shows his wife any affection)
d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
travis wasn’t getting his hopes up when you started dating. he assumed it would be a casual relationship that wouldn’t last very long.
however, when you two started getting serious, he realized that he did want to settle down with you in the future, which led him to letting his guard down around you. he was worried about getting serious or settling down with you, because of his father. he didn’t want to turn into his dad, and didn’t want to make you a victim like his father did to his mother.
if you do settle down together, he probably wouldn’t want kids because he was worried he would become like his father, but if you want kids, he would trust you. i can see him being the dad to a little tomboy girl.
(made the kids optional bc i am def not having those little shits)
e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
he would never break up with you. not out of pity or fear, he just would never want to. if you two broke up, it was you. he would probably make it seem like you both agreed, but it’s just his protective walls going right back up.
f = fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
he is terrified of commitment, but would try, for you. he wants you two to be forever, and he doesn’t want to lose you. he would probably propose after a while. he doesn’t want to move too fast.
g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
he’s the gentlest. he refuses to treat you like his father treated his mom. although you two might get into arguments fairly frequently, he is far from emotionally, verbally, or physically abusive.
h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
travis was never a hugger until you started dating. he gives good hugs, although it would be awkward in the beginning of the relationship or friendship. if you’re upsetX he’s the type of person who will kiss the top of your head or your temple if you’re shorter than him.
i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)
he would be the first to say it, but it might take a while. probably six to seven months tbh, although it definitely felt faster to you. i don’t think it’s a “__ fell first, __ fell harder” type of relationship. he fell first, and fell harder.
j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)
travis is a jealous person. he trusts you deep down, but it wasn’t obvious for a while. he’s a bit insecure in the beginning, but it’s soon more that he’s worried about the guy trying something than you cheating.
k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
surprisingly good kisser?? even if you’re his first kiss, he’s still a good kisser. he never even thought about having to kiss someone, it just came naturally to him.
he likes to kiss your forehead or temple. again, he wouldn’t do it for a little while, unless you were friends before. it’s a sign that he trusts you tbh.
he likes to be kissed anywhere as long as you’re the one kissing him. travis is fs head over heels for you.
l = little ones (how are they around children?)
he’s not bad around kids, just awkward. his father made him hate the idea of being a parent. the only kid who he’s very protective over is Javi because they’re trauma bonded.
m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
he either wakes up late or very early. rarely ever an in-between. if you stay the night, you’ll probably wake up to him asleep with his arms tight around your waist. clingy sleeper !!!
n = night (how are nights spent with them?)
won’t hesitate to stay up with you all night (not in that way, you filthy mind (well, not not in that way))
o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
he’s very slow to open up, but his decision to open up is very fast. he just needs to fade into it. the more you open up, the more he opens up.
p = patience (how easily angered are they?)
a lot of people and a lot of things anger him. he’s very easily angered, but by you? never. you could never make him mad, he loves you too much to harbor any resentment for you.
q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
he remembers a lot about you. it’s pretty easy for him to remember things about you, but if there’s something he really wants to remember, he’ll write it down somewhere.x
r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
the morning after your first time together. you were in his bed, in one of his shirts. you were asleep, and he woke up early. it was still dark out, and smelled like rain. his father was out on a business trip (which was an obvious lie), and his mom and Javi staying with his aunt (also an obvious lie). he knew the reason his parents were both away was probably because of a serious fight, or legal issues, but you being there with him made him forget all about it.
s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
he’s very protective of you. he won’t fight someone, he’s smarter than that. he’ll ruin someone. he can be a bit evil sometimes, but only when it comes to protecting you. if someone is a little too close to you, or is threatening you, he’ll frame them for something that will get them suspended or expelled. they won’t even know it was him, nobody will.
t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he knows it doesn’t take a lot to please you, but he tries hard anyway. he remembers anniversaries, and you two will probably stay at one of your houses all day, and skip school.
u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
how easily angered he gets. you two would probably argue about his anger issues and refusal to open up before you knew about his home life.
v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
he’s insecure, but doesn’t obsess over his looks publicly. he doesn’t tell anyone he’s insecure, he just keeps it bottled up.
w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)
definitely. if you left him, he probably would never be fully whole without you. you were his first love, and soulmate tbh. if you die, he’d probably just stop caring about anything for a while. it would take him until the winter of his freshman year of college to go back to normal, but he would never get over it.
he’d probably make some friends at his college. i feel like they’d be very open people, so he’d trust them enough. they would persuade him to party a lot, and he would resort to drinking and getting high to try and forget you. he would tell his friends about you. they would be the ones to tell him he doesn’t have to forget you, and he can live happily while still missing you. he got better after that. he would still drink and get high, but not as much.
(i got a bit carried away, might make a fic about it 😈)
x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)
he has scars. he has sh scars on his wrists, and scars from his father. after opening up to you about it, he would try his best not to relapse. he’d move out the moment he turned eighteen. he loves his mother and brother, yes, but his father made his house insufferable. even after his father died, he would still never see that house as a place where he was welcome. his mother also isn’t amazing to him, but she’s only a bit emotionally and verbally abusive. she doesn’t realize it, and they would make up when he was an adult and started visiting his family on holidays again.
y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
he hates a lot of things, but never you. there’s not a lot in specific that would piss him off.
z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)
like i mentioned earlier, he either wakes up very early or very late. you help him sleep better, though.
silly little story that was in my drafts that I just posted un edited and with Midoriya’s name spelt like midoryia for most of it
Quick thing.
DP Prompt
Danny but this little speech-
“I’m paradoxical.
I like to be happy, but I think about sad things all the time.
I don’t really like myself, but I love the person I’ve become.
I say I don’t care, but I care too much, deep into my bones.
I crave attention, yet I reject everything that comes my way.
I healed people, but I broke my own heart trying to fix them.
I love to listen, but I never tell them what’s inside me.
A living contradiction, that’s what I am.”
Tell me that doesn’t sound like Danny. Give examples as to who else embodies this, if you want to!!
(YouTube Link/Instagram handle for original video)
(https://youtube.com/shorts/OXrRdTsici8?si=5yQeiMtgG407oeJS ( @WITHGREATNESS_ )
kinda edgy 。、。..
i don't know what happened but now I'm crying-
Just, please… don’t lie to me.
Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Last Kingdom (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sihtric (The Last Kingdom)/Original Character(s), Sihtric (The Last Kingdom)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Sihtric (The Last Kingdom), Finan (The Last Kingdom), Uhtred of Bebbanburg, Osferth (c. 885-934), Alfred the Great (849-899), Aethelflaed Lady of Mercia, Original Female Character(s), Gisela (The Last Kingdom), Hild (The Last Kingdom) Additional Tags: dane - Freeform, Saxon - Freeform, Religious Guilt, Maybe - Freeform, Smut, Angst, Comfort, Period-Typical Sexism, mercia, Wessex - Freeform, Adorable Sihtric (The Last Kingdom), Sihtric Needs a Hug (The Last Kingdom), this is just to fulfil my need for Sihtric, Aethelwold is warning of its own, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
"Quiet and unseen", that was Verena's inner motto. The lands of Wessex were a peaceful one...well more peaceful than other lands she lived in. In a rare streak of kindness the Lady Aelswith took her in to train to become her daughter, Aethelflaed's personal lady's maid but the two girls found friendship and eventually the loyalty of this friendship and how deep it ran is tested when a certain Dane boy catches her eye. And now all Verena wants to do is follow her heart.
oc female x sihtric (season 2 - season 5)
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📂📂📂📂idc what u write about i just want some elippo angst !! cause i love being in pain!
The first time Elia and Filippo break up, it’s about ten months into their.. whatever. The whatever is because Filippo absolutely refuses to label what they have as a relationship or a friendship or even a hookup-manship. Elia exists solely as his… well as Elia. And he’s content with the whatever it is, as it stands. No rules, no exclusivity, nothing to add weight to the idea of permanence, of ownership. He’s perfectly content to ride out their intense connection for as long as they can as is.
Elia thought he was fine with that for a long time. He was delighted that he could have Filippo whenever he wanted, but also felt no pressure to refrain from experimenting, to see and flirt and kiss pretty girls and pretty boys whenever he wanted. It also didn’t hurt that often he and Filippo were in it together, pointing out pretty young things for the other to seduce. A sort of modern romantic game.
But then the weeks and months pass, and Elia is now spending more time in Filippo’s bed than his own. His phone is now full of silly pictures of Filippo and texts to Filippo and texts about Filippo and well-
Elia is tired of this nebulous thing.
It’s easy to him. He wants Filippo and he hasn’t wanted anyone else for a long time. (To be quite honest, he doesn’t think that he’s ever really wanted anyone else since meeting him.)
So he begins to broach the topic of a real, real relationship. First as a joke when they’re both drunk off their asses and climbing each other on the bed (”just think, this could be yours and only yours… what do you say?”) The next time is over a random text conversation (”I was thinking we could do like a couples vacation with Martinico?”)
Finally, Elia brings out the big guns. He dresses nicely and cooks a good dinner with all of Filippo’s favorite things (things he knows because believe it or not, he knows almost everything about Filippo and he knows Filippo knows all of this about him too). He opens wine and lets is breathe and greets a wary Filippo with a kiss when he walks through the door.
It takes almost every ounce of courage in Elia to do it. To air all of his wants and dreams and hopes for them as a couple on the table. To look intimidating, strong Filippo in the eye and know that he might be costing himself the greatest relationship he’s ever had. But he does it because he knows that they could be so much more than they are. The same, but stronger. Better.
So he lays it all out.
And Filippo remains silent. Wine glass clenched in his hands, coffee-brown eyes averted. When he finally does speak, his voice is hoarse and simple, “I can’t… I can’t do this. We work just how we are. Don’t complicate things. Please, Elia. Just leave it alone.”
Elia thinks he can hear his heart actually break. He wonders if Filippo can hear it too.
But the thing is, he loves Filippo more than he ever thought he could love anyone, but he also knows that he can’t do this anymore. He can’t bask in this relationship, immerse himself in this love, if Filippo already had one foot out the door.
So Elia sniffs, and gently gets up from the table and walks out the door.