#idk why i wrote this

[mysicklove]

Toddlers are known to look at their caregivers to see how they should react when they trip and fall. Even if the stumble of their wobbly legs doesn’t hurt them, in many cases, they will still cry if their guardians fuss over them. Although, if the adult doesn’t give them a time of day usually the little beasts get up and go back to playing with their friends.

This phenomenon is pretty common for the toddler you raise. The small child seemed to master how to react during certain situations depending on who is watching him, you or his wicked older brother.

The three of you go to the park where Yuuji runs around the playground, letting out giggles and squeals when Nobara and Megumi play tag with him You somehow drift off on Sukunas shoulder on a nearby bench, closing your eyes and slumping against your boyfriend, content with the fact that he has his eye on the reckless child.

As to be aspected, Yuuji, after being warned very harshly by his “doting” brother to go slow when going down the steps of the playground, ignores the caution and sprints down the stairs only to miss a step and fall straight to the bark. It wasn’t a hard fall — his legs collapsed beneath him, and he landed on his knees with a plop. No harm, no injuries, mostly just shock of him falling a couple feet into the bark.

The first thing he does is look toward you, unconsciously questioning if he is about to cry out from the pain so that you can pick him up and coddle him. But he can’t catch your sleeping gaze and instead finds himself face-to-face with Sukuna.

His brother only raises an eyebrow at him, shaking his head as if to say “i dare you to cry right now”. The two of them make eye contact for longer than necessary, silent communication, and Yuuji sniffles, gulps, and slowly gets up before going back to playing.

The elder Itadori puts his hand in front of your eyes, blocking out the sun from disturbing your sleep and continues to watch his younger brother walk much more carefully up and down the playground. It was good to not coddle the boy; Sukuna didn’t want Yuuji to grow up spoiled; he was to be a man, strong just like him.

But of course, Sukuna happened to be raising him with you, a person with the biggest soft spot for the child. And so when you wake up from your nap, and Sukuna calls the boy over to leave, you notice the tiny piece of bark sticking out of the boy's leg. It was surface level — Yuuji didn’t even notice it, but still, the image looked much more gruesome than it was really.

You gasp and begin to fuss over his “injured” leg, asking the boy if he tripped and fell if he was hurt at all if he was okay. And suddenly, to Yuuji, it seemed that maybe that fall did hurt a little too bad. Maybe he wasn't okay like he thought.

Tears begin to well up in his eyes.

“Don’t you give me that shit. You’re fine. You tripped like five minutes ago, and I know it didn’t hurt.”

Yuuji shakes his head, ignoring his brother and rubbing his eyes while he looks up at you. “O-Owie…” he whines, rubbing at his knee.

“Poor thing, did you hurt yourself? I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t watching.” He reaches his hands up to you, and you scoop him up while he begins to cry into your neck.

It was a fake cry, obviously enough. It makes the elder Itadoris mouth hang open. “You little liar!”

“Don’t be mean, Sukuna.” You say, teasing him because you realized quickly enough that the boys “cries” didn’t produce any liquid from his eyes. You didn’t mind spoiling the boy either way.

Sukuna, realizing you also understood, lets out a dramatic groan, shaking his head before exclaiming, “Why am I surrounded by weaklings?!”

You just laugh at him, thinking about to a few years earlier during highschool. Sukuna was the one who would dramatize his pain whenever he got in a fight. You would listen to his whines (after he profusely exclaimed that he won by a longshot) over a busted lip and a black eye while you would fuss over him, just as you are doing to Yuuji.

He got into a lot of fights during highschool because Sukuna could never get enough of you fretting over him. He liked when you played nurse and coddled him, way too similar to the way you cooed at Yuuji.

The two of them, although Sukuna would never admit it, are way too similar. Both are strong and independent boys who happen to turn into whiny, attention-seeking puppies when you are around.

#big brother au #idk why i wrote this #just this was in my head for some reason

[cromulentreader]

Cardan: Marry me, *wait, she needs a good reason to do this* become the Queen of Elfhame.

Jude: *wtf* What?

Cardan: It's cool, think of it as a political arrangement.

Jude: ...

Cardan: *Holly shit, she might make me beg for her hand* just until you want me to abdicate. It's cool.

Jude: so I free you from the servitude vow and you marry me never?

Cardan: no, I'll marry you right now *lest you convince yourself I'm plotting something and cut my throat*

Jude: Fine, it's cool. How do we get this over with?

Cardan: Cool, cool. We just exchange vows. Unless you imagined something more romantic...

Jude: no, it's cool.

Cardan: *ffs, I already started redecorating the room with flowers* cool, cool

#how I remember the proposal #idk why I wrote this #the temptation to re-read twk runs strong #tfota incorrect quotes #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the wicked king

[azzo0]

See You Later

Inspired by this song: see you later (ten years)

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

tw's: angst with happy ending, manga spoilers, bad writing?? (idk bro lmk more in tags)

Summary: In middle school, you see a red string on your finger. It leads you to Bakugo Katsuki, a boy with fire and anger, less than pleased to see you as his soulmate. After several attempts of befriending and getting to know him, he shuns all your efforts to break through. Letting him go, you drift apart.

But the red string of fate hasn't broken yet. Ten years later, you cross paths again.

It had been a week since you moved into the fancy new neighbourhood. Your father had gotten a better job offer here in Musutafu. Of course, that meant a new middle school and new friends. You weren't sure what to expect on your first day of school, but it definitely wasn't seeing a red string on your little finger. 

You were just looking for your class in the early hours of the morning, feeling extremely lost. You frowned, the only one in the hallway, looking sideways for your class. Why was the school so big? Giving up, for the time being, you went down to the little pond with fish you spotted on your way here. You'd just ask someone to help you find your class once there were more students around. 

You kneeled, watching fish of different colours idly swim in the little pond. Were it not for the slight tug you felt on your pinky, you'd probably have stayed there wasting your time. You looked down at your hand, eyes widening, when you saw a crimson string attached to your little finger. Your lips parted in surprise.

You knew your soulmate was somewhere around.

Along with quirks, some people had the gift of recognising their soulmate. You'd heard countless stories of people with tattoos of their soulmate's first words on their bodies or a marking of where their soulmate first touched them. Sure, you had a quirk, but no soulmate marking. 

You slowly stood up, gulping. Who was the person on the other end of the string? Letting out a shaky breath, you followed the string to the school garden. Was your soulmate in the garden? You heard footsteps coming in your direction and then suddenly stopping. You nervously bit your lip, daring to look up.

There he was. A boy with spiky ash-blond hair that pointed in every direction, his eyes just as red as the string connecting you two together, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at you. You noticed he had two coat and shirt buttons unbuttoned and his tie missing. He was the most handsome guy you met, were it not for the fact that he looked like he was going to murder you and hide your body. 

"Are ya going to gape at me all day or say something?" He snapped, making you jump back, his voice deep and raspy.

"Umm- looks like we're soulmates?!" You cringed when your voice came out squeaky. 

"No shit." 

The red string slowly disappeared after having led you two to each other. You twiddled your thumb nervously, wondering what to say to him. You were surprised when he walked past you like he hadn't just found out you were his soulmate but a random stranger he bumped into. You jogged after him, tightening your grip around your school bag. 

"Hey, wait up! What's your name?"

"Fuck off, shitty extra." 

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by his snarky reply. Why would he say that when you asked something so simple? Was he unhappy to find out you were his soulmate? Did he not like the idea of you being his soulmate? You opened your mouth to say something but then decided against it. You sadly turned around, walking in the opposite direction.

Unbeknown to you, none of these were the reasons why he brushed you off. Truth was, he couldn't believe he had a soulmate. Whenever the topic of soulmates came up, everyone had mutually agreed that Bakugo Katsuki could never have a soulmate. He was too proud and angry to have one. 

Maybe they were right. 

He was surprised that someone as pretty as you was his soulmate. You wanted to know his name, and he couldn't even give you a proper reply. He wasn't sure how to react to you. Maybe everyone was right. He was too proud and angry to have a soulmate. 

He glanced back to see that the girl with h/c hair had already left. 

Much to your horror, you were placed in the same class as your soulmate. You took a fistful of your skirt as you sat behind him. Was he always going to be mean to you? Was he even going to bother talking to you? He didn't even bat an eye when you passed him to sit in your assigned seat. 

Blinking tears, you flung thoughts of him aside. So what if your shitty soulmate didn't want to talk to you? It wasn't like he was the last person on earth. You decided to leave him be for the time being and try to make new friends.

By the end of the day, you had befriended the shy greenette from your class. He chatted with you animatedly as you packed your bag to leave class. It was difficult to hold a decent conversation with him at first since he kept blushing and turning away, flustered, but you managed to get him to be comfortable. 

And that irked Bakugo to no end.

You tried over and over for that damn Deku hut you couldn't bother even talking to him again? Maybe if you asked his name again, he would have replied. But now you were making him furious. On his way out of the class, he dumped the contents of Deku's pencil case on the floor and stormed off, making sure to at least crack a pen or two under his shoes before leaving. 

"What's with him?!" You scoffed, helping Midoriya pick up his stationery. 

"He's always been like that..." he mumbled. Your fists clenched at your sides, your nails digging into your palm. 

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Yeah, it's just that," you looked down at your shoes, confused with the whole soulmate deal, "he's my soulmate."

Midoriya's pencil case fell from his hand, his stationery clattering everywhere. You gave him a deadpan look when he gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. "KACCHAN? YOU? SOULMATES?"

"Announce that in a loudspeaker next time." 

"I can't believe this. Y/n, maybe you can change him!"

"Don't be silly. We can't change anyone."

"But- maybe you're the one that will bring out Kacchan's nicer side!"

"Totally." You rolled your eyes.

In a month, you learned to ignore Bakugo's presence. You regularly hung out with Midoriya, much to bakugo's annoyance. He never talked to you, but I made sure you knew he hated you talking to Midoriya. Either way, you ignored Bakugo and managed to steer away from him and his so-called friends.

That was until Midoriya called in sick one day.

Brooding, you left the school building alone. You heard footsteps and snickering behind you and glanced back to see Bakugo's friends. Your eye twitched in annoyance, and you continued walking ahead. But his friends had other plans. They pulled you back by your backpack, almost making you fall. 

"Hey, you're the one always hanging out with that sore loser." One of them snickered, taking your bag and unzipping it. "Got any cash? Oh, look, candy." 

"Put it back, zip the bag, and hand it over." You said firmly. 

"Or what?" 

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. They tossed your school bag amongst each other as you tried getting it back. Annoyed, you opened your water bottle, manipulating the water to come out and splash them all. They glared at you, their uniforms wet, rolling up their sleeves. You backed away into a pillar, feeling intimidated. 

"What do you fuckers think you're doing?" Bakugo's voice boomed, pushing his 'friends' away from you, stepping in front of you almost protectively. 

"Really Bakugo? You're standing up for that quirkless runt's friend?" One of them said.

"You're not laying a hand on my soulmate." He hissed. Realization dawned on their faces, and they stepped back, apologizing.

"Now screw off." Bakugo barked at them. 

Sure, you and Bakugo never talked, but when he stood up for you, your chest warmed, and the slightest grain of hope was planted in your heart. You had to put some sort of effort for your relationship to work. 

"Uh... Thanks." You mumbled. 

"Whatever." He looked away from you, pretending to be uninterested, but stayed put. You gathered your belongings and faced him, scratching your cheek awkwardly. He glanced at you once and made a move to leave, stopping when you held his sleeve.

"Do you want to hang out sometime?" You asked shyly. He stared at you blankly, eyebrows knitted together. You let go of his sleeve, stepping back a little. "We're soulmates, so I thought it would be a good idea to get to know each other a little bit..." you trailed off. 

I'm so stupid. What made me think he'd want to get to know me? I'm just another extra in his way. He doesn't care that we're soulmates, so why do I?

"Give me your number." He demanded, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Eh?"

"Are you deaf? Give me your number so we can decide where to meet over the weekend." He grumbled, handing you his phone. 

"O-oh." You took the phone from him with shaky hands, adding your number to his contacts, internally cursing yourself for being this excited. 

But this was progress, right?

You sighed, glancing down at your phone for the millionth time that afternoon, waiting in the café he told you he'd meet you. He was thirty minutes late. You allowed yourself to wait for fifteen minutes more, before getting up from your seat, tears pooling in your eyes.

What made you think he wanted to get to know you? He probably agreed to a meetup so you would get off his nerves for some time.

"I hate this." You mumbled to yourself, walking out of the café. 

"Hate what?" A familiar voice asked. You glanced back with a frown, freezing when you saw Bakugo. 

"I get caught up in the rush hour, and you decide to ditch my ass?" He rolled his eyes, voice sarcastic.

"Can you blame me?" You grumbled, looking away.

"Klutz." He clicked his tongue. You followed him back into the café, sitting across from him. He stared outside the giant glass panes, elbow on the table, chin in his palm. The sun cast a soft glow in his hair, his maroon eyes almost glowing. His gaze turned to you again, a frown replacing his once neutral features.

"Done orderin' yet?"

I was supposed to order? You picked up the menu, feeling flustered. You ordered your favourite drink while he ordered a cup of cinnamon tea. 

"So what's yer quirk?" He asked. 

"Water manipulation," you replied. "I can basically make the water do what I want it to. Pretty lame." You pointed your finger at a glass of water, having drops of water dance around your finger.

"It's not lame. Can you make weapons?" He asked a hint of amusement in his eyes. You nodded, making a small needle. 

"It's perfect for a hero."

"You want to be a hero, right?" You asked, smiling. "Your quirk is really strong."

"Damn right." He crossed his arms across his chest, sporting a devilish grin. "What about you?"

"I don't know, to be honest. I don't think hero-ing is my thing, so I'm just going to see where life takes me." 

Bakugo snorted, and the little confidence you gained to talk to him went crashing down again. You looked down at your hands, wondering why fate had to put two completely opposite people together. You two would never get along. You felt like he was sitting there across from you solely because he felt obliged to since you were soulmates. 

You silently sipped on your drink once it arrived. Bakugo's eye twitched in annoyance as he watched your glum expression. His jaw clenched as he took in your hairstyle and that stupidly cute white colour sundress you wore, a weird feeling surging in his stomach. What irritated him the most was that you barely looked up at him as if you were scared of him. 

"Do I scare you, Y/n?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm. You almost jumped when he used your name.

"Er- a little bit, I suppose?" You replied honestly.

He let out a 'tch', taking a sip of his tea. "It's not like 'm gonna kill you."

"It's not just that... are we going to be like this forever?"

"Like what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ignoring each other, you being unnecessarily rude to me and many other obvious things."

"First of all, you're the one that doesn't bother even looking at me," Bakugo growled. "Stop making it sound like it's my fault."

"Because the first time I asked for your name you snapped at me!" You reminded, glaring at him. He bared his teeth at you in a scowl. You shook your head, leaning back in your chair, looking out of the window. 

"Look," He ruffled his hair, averting his eyes from you, "this is new to me. I don't know how to go on about this soulmate shit, so give me some time to get used to it."

Your eyes shifted up to him, your gaze softening. He was right. You two were suddenly forced together. Two completely opposite strangers. It was going to take some time for both of you to get used to this. 

"Looks like we both need some time to get used to this." 

Bakugo's breath hitched at your smile. He grumbled, looking away with the faintest pink dusting his cheeks. Maybe you weren't that shitty of a soulmate.

He was slowly warming up to you. Slowly, but surely. When you greeted him in the morning, he at least looked at you and grumbled back an incoherent response. He was getting used to your blabbing during free periods and found himself, God forbid, enjoying your voice. 

One random day, he decided to walk home with you, much to your surprise. You walked beside him in silence, stealing happy glances at him now and then. You were finally getting somewhere with him. "Where do you live?" he asked, stopping in front of a modern Japanese-style house. 

"Just around the corner." You replied. "You?"

"Right here, dumbass." He replied, opening the residency gates. 

"Oh. Looks like we live really close." You grinned. His heart almost leapt out of his chest at that stupidly cute grin. 

"Whatever..." He stepped on the other side, slamming the gates shut and disappearing into his house. 

"Sometimes he acts really strange..." you muttered.

Over the months, you two grew even closer. He respected you enough to let you step into his abode, also known as his room. You two would game or do homework together and then laze around together. If it got too late, he'd walk you home. He made sure to flick your forehead and tease you in greeting every morning. 

Even Midoriya noticed. 

His jaw almost dropped to the floor when he saw you talking to him, your hands making exaggerated gestures as you told him something. The Kacchan he knew would usually yell a 'shut up!' and move on with his day.

It seemed to be going perfectly fine until there were ten months left for Bakugo's entrance exam. 

Today, you guys would be filling out forms for the high school you wanted to attend after this academic year was over. Of course, almost everyone in your class wanted to attend hero schools and courses. 

"Oi, where are ya going to be attending?" He asked. You held your form up for him to read the name of the high school. It was a regular high school where students who didn't want to pursue hero careers studied. 

"It's obviously U.A. for you?" 

"Yeah."

Midoriya hopped over to you with his form in hand. The class was almost empty now since the lessons were over. "Y/n! Where are you applying?" He peeked at your form, giving you a beaming smile. "You said wanted to run a business after high school, right?"

"Yup!"

Bakugo glared at Midoriya, a vein popping on his forehead. That damn Deku knew you wanted to attend a business course, but he didn't. Why didn't you ever tell him? Were you scared he'd belittle you? Bakugo stood up, snatching Deku's form. As if on cue, his little minions gathered around him, snickering at Midoriya. 

"Look who's applying to U.A. Did you really think a quirkless fuck like you could get into U.A.?" Bakugo cocked his head at Deku, daring him to speak back.

"Kacchan, please give me my form back."

"You want it back? Beg."

"Katsuki, give it back." You said sternly. Ignoring you, he burnt Midoriya's form to ash.

"You'll never be a hero," One of Bakugo's minions cackled.

"If you want to be a hero so badly, take a swan dive off the roof. Maybe you'll be born with a quirk in your next life." Bakugo snickered as he left, glancing back to give Midoriya a smirk. Your eyes widened at Bakugo's words. Deku glared at Bakugo, the angriest you ever saw your green-haired friend. 

You never intervened in Bakugo's vendetta against Midoriya before. But when Bakugo spat such venomous words, you couldn't hold it back anymore. You marched out of the class, catching up to him. You put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance back questioningly. You took his hand, pulling him away from his friends.

"Oi, what are you doing?" He asked in confusion as you led him to the staircase. You shoved him against the wall, taking him by surprise. 

"What the fuck-" Before he could finish, your palm crashed into his cheek.

"What's wrong with you?!" You screamed. "What would you do if he actually killed himself?!" Bakugo held his cheek in shock, guilt washing over now that he repeated his words to Midoriya in his head. Then rage clouded his senses. You were standing up for Deku instead of him.

"You always do that." He scowled. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "You're always standing up for that fucking Deku! What do you even like about him?! He's just a quirkless nobody!"

"He's my friend!" 

"Well, you clearly care for your damn friend more than your soulmate!" Bakugo yelled. 

"What- where did that come from?!"

"Hah, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. That damn Deku knew you wanted to go in the business course, but you didn't bother telling me?" He took an intimidating step towards you. "Is it because you think I'm so shitty I would have made fun of you for choosing the business course?"

"It's nothing like that." You replied, unfazed by the steps he took towards you. "I never told you because you never asked since you were too busy flaunting your quirk."

"Just tell me how much you fucking hate me at this point." He scowled.

"You're right. I do hate you and your pride you can't put aside for one minute."

He held his head in his hands, pacing back and forth. He glanced at you, dropping his hands to his sides. "This is why I hate soulmates."

"Don't worry. I'm not very happy about being bound to you for the rest of my life either." You snapped. You turned away from him to descend the stairs, glancing behind your shoulder for the last time. "Good luck being a hero with that mindset of yours. Heroes are meant to protect the weak. Not bully them to death."

Bakugo seethed in his place, his fists fuming. "You know what? I wish I had a scissor the day I found you were my soulmate so I could cut that damn string that made me meet you."

Wordlessly, you left him on the staircase.

When you weren't there in class the next day, Bakugo assumed you called in sick. But when the teacher told him you were moving to another school, his blood chilled. Were you transferring schools because of him? 

After school, he found Deku leaving the school building. He ran up to him, stopping the boy. "Why is Y/n changing schools?"

"Umm..." Deku knew the reason you changed schools was Bakugo, but he couldn't say it to his face unless he wanted a fracture in his skull, "she said she found a better school."

Bakugo let Deku go, his eyebrows knitted deep in thought. Were you seriously going to transfer schools without saying a word to him after your fight? Was he a little too harsh? When he paid attention to his surroundings, he realized his feet had taken him to your house. He brought his finger to the doorbell, hesitating. What would he say after the door opened?

I do hate you and your pride you can't put aside for one minute, your voice echoed in his head. He gulped and pressed the doorbell. 

An older woman with the same h/c hair as yours opened the door, "Hello. You are...?"

"I'm Y/n's-" Y/n's what? Friend? Clearly, you guys weren't friends anymore. Soulmate? You both expressed you didn't want each other. "I'm Y/n's classmate."

The woman nodded and called for you. He heard you reply, 'I'm coming!' in the background. You appeared behind your mother, peeking over her shoulder to see who it was, freezing when you saw it was Bakugo. You stepped outside, closing the door behind you so you two could have some privacy. You sat on the porch beside Bakugo, playing with a thread on your pants. 

"Changing schools, huh?" He was the first one to speak, looking anywhere but at you.

"Yeah," you replied, "it's better this way."

There was thick silence between you two, followed by the buzz of the hot afternoon. Bakugo broke the silence first. "Is it because of me?"

You looked up at the deep blue sky, shielding your eyes from the sun. "I don't know," you admitted. "I want to spend the rest of my months in junior high stress-free. This seems like the only appropriate solution to me." 

You met his crimson eyes, giving him a smile, "I want to end this one on a good note. So forgive me for my sharp words yesterday."

Bakugo wished you'd slap him again instead of being so nice to him. He did not deserve this. He did not deserve your kindness. He bit his tongue, trying to ease the surging emotions inside his chest. He wanted to apologise. He really did. But he couldn't.

"Is this goodbye?" He asked. He watched you get up and walk back to your door. He got up, facing you, waiting for a reply. 

"See you later." You smiled as you closed the door. 

That day was the last time you talked to each other.

Bakugo magnificently failed his provisional licence test. He was curled up in his bed, buried under a blanket, his entire body aching after confronting Midoriya earlier. There was too much running in his mind. It was overwhelming. His hunch of Deku getting All Might's quirk proved to be right, and then there was the fact that he was slowly going to rebuild his friendship with Midoriya. There was also you.

He was fixing his mistakes, working towards being a better version of himself, but he never got to fix his relationship with you. It had been so long since he last saw you he was starting to forget what you looked like. The bond between you two was still there. He knew because every time he held his hand up and closed his eyes, he could still see the red string. 

Bakugo got out from under the blanket. After the house arrest, he'd visit his neighbourhood and talk to you again. He wanted you to give him another chance. This time, he wasn't going to let you go.

As soon as his house arrest was lifted, he took the bus and stopped by his neighbourhood. He ran past his house and turned to the corner where your house was. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing outside with a guy your guys' age. Your hair had grown longer, and your facial features seemed to have matured from the last time he saw you. You smiled at the mysterious boy standing next to you. Your smile was still pretty as it was before. 

Bakugo's jaw clenched when the boy leaned in and grabbed your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. His heart fell to his stomach. Who was he kidding? Did he really expect you to wait for him all this time? 

He slowly turned back to where he came from, cursing the tears that formed in his eyes. He wiped them away, convincing himself that you deserved someone better than him anyway.

Schools all over Japan shut down due to the war. You were lazing on the couch, re-reading a novel. Every now and then, you tuned in with the news. You found out Katsuki and many other hero students would be on the frontlines. 

If you were being honest, you missed him. Or it was more like you missed the idea of what it would be like if you two remained by each other's side instead of drifting apart. In your freshman year, you got into a relationship with a guy you thought was your type. But you couldn't seem to let your soulmate go, and your ex didn't seem to like the idea of you already having a soulmate. That was the end of your relationship.

You sighed, putting the novel over your face. You suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in the left side of your chest. You sat up straight, cupping your breast, trying to breathe the pain away. Unexpectedly, the red string on your little finger appeared again. Your eyes widened, and you stood up. 

This time, you did not have the chance to follow it. Because the red string of fate snapped in two.

You picked up the tray with coffee and cake, setting it on your customer's table with a smile. It had been a few months since you opened this café, and business was booming. 

Ten years had passed since the incident with the red string snapping in two. After the war was over, you found out that Bakugo died for a short period of time due to the rupture in his heart. It was fixed by the Ninja hero, edgeshot. Bakugo was okay. When you closed your eyes, you could still see the red string. It gave you some sort of comfort knowing he was alive.

At the end of the day, you closed the café, dropping the shutters and securing the lock. You yawned, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover it. You were closing awfully late today. You pulled your long coat tighter around your body, shivering in the cold midnight breeze. 

You walked the empty streets, hands in your pockets to keep them warm. You let out a long exhale, watching your breath condense. You felt a slight tug on your little finger and slid your hand out. You stopped breathing when you saw a red colour string around your finger. 

You stood there, staring at your hand. After a few seconds of trying to calm your dancing heart, you looked up, your breath hitching. There he was. Standing a few feet across from you, watching you through his ash-blonde bangs, was Bakugo Katsuki.

Tears pooled in your eyes as you took in your soulmate. He'd grown so tall since the last time you saw him. You were just teenagers then. He had gained more muscle, the streetlamps highlighting his gains hiding behind his winter hero suit. He looked ethereal. 

He gaped at you in disbelief. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw the red string appear again. He took a step towards you, admiring the beautiful woman you blossomed into. How long had it been? Ten years?

You ran up to him, putting all your uncertainty aside and throwing your arms around him. Bakugo put his hands up in surprise, unsure where to put his hands. 

"I missed you, Katsuki." You whispered, your ear on his chest, eyes closed. You felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. 

"I missed you too, Y/n" He breathed, his voice reverberating in his chest.

You pulled away, admiring his vermillion eyes shining in the streetlight. He looked so different yet the same. You put some distance between you two, clearing your throat. 

"What're you doing out here so late?"

"Patrol. What about you?"

"Just closed the café. I got busy with the transactions and lost track of time." You finished with a small laugh. Bakugo's chest warmed at that sound.

"Opened your own café, huh?" He smirked. 

"Yeah," You smiled. 

You guys stood across from each other with so much to say, yet no words would form. You shifted on your feet, putting a hand behind your neck, averting your gaze. "I thought... I'd never see you again. When you almost died in the war... it scared me, Katsuki."

"Sorry..." He mumbled.

You shook your head, taking his hands. "I'm sorry, Katsuki. I never gave you a chance. I- I left after saying some pretty mean things. I'm so sorry."

"Shh," His big, calloused hands cupped your cheek, wiping the tear under your eye before it rolled down. He wanted you to know he was a changed man. Sure, he was still a little quick to temper, but his rage had calmed down over the years. 

"I'm sorry too, Y/n," He murmured, bringing his forehead to yours. "I said some pretty messed up shit too. I never got a chance to apologize. I'm sorry. Im sorry I pushed you away."

"It's alright, Katsuki," you said, holding the hand cupping your cheek, "we were both immature teenagers. It's okay."

"Will you... will you give me another chance?" He asked, watching your expressions carefully. "Unless you're still with that guy."

"Eh?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Which guy?"

Bakugo's face went beet red, and he stepped back from you, coughing. "You know... that guy you kissed."

Your mouth formed an 'O' in realization. You burst out laughing, making Bakugo sweatdrop. "I didn't even last a week with that guy!" You wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye.

"Whatever..." He blushed, scratching his cheek.

"How did you find out though?"

Bakugo huffed, a small pout on his lips. "I wanted to apologize, but when I saw him kiss you, I wasn't sure you wanted me anymore."

You smiled up at him, your eyes softening. "I'll give you another chance, Katsuki. So please give me a chance, too. Let's fix this together."

He brushed the hair away from your face, tucking some away behind your ears. His index and thumb came down to your chin, tilting your head, eyes drifting down to your lips. You leaned closer to him, your eyelashes fluttering shut. He pressed his lips to yours, his heart racing at the feeling of your soft and warm lips on his. 

You went on tiptoes, finding it difficult to crane your neck for him. He smiled against your lips, lowering his back so it would be easier for you. You pulled back for a few seconds, your hands on his shoulders, your cheeks flushed. He dived in for another kiss, this time with more passion. Your back arched when you felt his tongue in your mouth, your hand travelling up to his hair to gently tug on it, his hand behind your neck. 

Time might have not been your favour previously, but time doesn't stay the same forever. Both of you were willing to redo everything and close the decade-long gap away from each other. It wasn't too late yet. 

Your intimate moment with Bakugo was broken when his pager cracked to life. He almost jumped, pulling away from the kiss. "Dynamight, are you still in the area?" A voice asked, "We need backup."

"I'm comin'" He replied. 

He looked down at you, his cheeks red. It was cute. "So, uh- Looks like I gotta go."

"It's alright." You replied, breathless from the kiss. 

"Give me your number." He unlocked his phone, handing it to you. You took it from him, saving your contact number. 

"See you later, Katsuki." You smiled, handing him his phone. 

Bakugo took his phone, feeling content. He pressed another quick kiss to your lips before taking off with explosions, his heart thrumming in his chest. He finally felt at ease after years of wanting to chase you. 'See you later.' You said that ten years ago as well. Bakugo knew it wasn't goodbye this time. Because you would be there with him every day from here on.

#idk why i wrote this #but yayy? #bakugo #bnha #bakugou #katsuki #katsuki bakugo #mha #kacchan #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #soulmate au #bakugo x you #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #soulmates #bakugou x reader

[sweeteaacakes]

♡》 Kings When They Enter The Room

Beelzebub:

Will he appears? Will he not? If he does, his subjects and people would be shocked. Chatters and chaos ensues. His peoples' eyes all on him to get a glimpse and burn his figure in their memory. His subordinates fawns over him while Bael is on his way for the wanderer king's throat along with the army of Avisos with chains ready to capture that demon.

Mammon:

Everyone, bow until your forehead touches the floor for where he walks is what belongs to him, and so they are. They show him respect but are relaxed. His presence is radianting as if the room turned into gold. His huge figure emanates assertiveness but also reassurance.

Leviathan:

When he enters, it's like the light of the room dimmed itself to give him the spotlight. His walk is elegant like the moonlight entering through your window and wind gently blows your curtain but as cold as the night. Just like Mammon, his subordinates bows their head until it touches the floor. With respect but with difference of slight tension. They are prepared in case he gives an order.

Satan:

Fickle. Depends on his mood. One day he opens the door by kicking it, making his subordinates jealous of the door. One day he just walks in with a grumpy attitude and clenching his teeth. Another he goes overboard and make a scenic entrance with Gehenna cheering for him, fist bumping, shoulder patting, laughing, and he kicks a demon's ass that caught his eyes.

#what in hell is bad #idk why I wrote this #it was funnier in my head #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #what in “hell” is bad? #.sweeteaa imagines

[saechoso]

my love, mine all mine

based on mitski’s my love mine all mine.

— megumi fushiguro x reader megumi thinking about you — no dialogue between reader involved

no nsfw, subtle spoilers, megumi dying (… doesn’t say why but yk why), megumi in love with reader, megumi’s thoughts, kinda sad

word count: 470

there he was, with closed eyes laying in the cold darkness. this was truly it for him. he knew he couldn’t make it any further, not for himself, nor for you.

all he had around him was nothing but darkness, until he opened his eyes. — the bright lit moon shone down on him.

megumi knew nothing stayed consistent throughout his life, whether that referred to the people around him, or the items he held onto. but, there was one thing that did stick around that visited him every night; the moon. his most loyal companion throughout his entire life. it didn’t matter if he didn’t know his father, mother, or that his sister had passed away because of him. he could always find the light that the moon shone onto him from above. although it wasn’t warm, like the sun, he felt safe and comfortable.

because of this, megumi started to despise the sun, it stole the moon away from him. his only sense of comfort left as soon as the sun rose. he truly despised the sun. — that was, until he met you; the bright sun that happily entered his life. you weren’t cold, like the moon, you were warm, welcoming, and loving. you were the light that came to comfort him after the moon dispersed.

but now, the sun was down, and the moon was shining down onto him as darkness surrounded him. he knew he couldn’t make it, it was obvious. though, he wasn’t afraid to die, he was afraid to die as it meant he would have to leave you. he was afraid that you wouldn’t receive the amount of love you truly deserved.

he looked up to the sky, observing the moon. this was when he asked the moon a favor for the first time. — tears were forming in his eyes as he prayed hard enough for anyone to transfer his message up to the moon. he didn’t want to leave you, but he knew he had to.

he wished for his heart to be sent up to the moon, so that everyday when darkness surrounded you, the moon would shine down the love he held for you. even if he couldn’t be there to hold you close, say small things to make you happy, or just sit in the same room as you, he’d make sure you could feel his love. all the love you deserved.

megumi truly had nothing in the world, ever, but his love for you. his love for you was the only thing he could have when he had nothing, and now, he’s ready to shine it down onto you through his most loyal companion, the moon.

as he finished his final prayer to the moon, he closed his eyes again — with his body feeling out of control.

#★—saechoso #idk why i wrote this #megumi reader #megumi x you #jjk megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi imagine #jjk #jjk spoilers #i'm sad #Spotify

[teabutmakeitazure]

Homewrecker Blurb

>Yan! Chrollo x Fem! Reader

(set before the first part of the fic)

Years of discipline have been reduced to nothing. Control and limits no longer exist, and now Chrollo has started to sympathise with Adam and Eve for eating the apple. Instances where he trained himself to be unfeeling and indifferent seem to have all been for nought, this one singular temptation proving that humans are, in essence, simple creatures.

Water hits the bathtub floor from the showerhead, the sound dulled by the wooden door that separates the bedroom from the bathroom. Devious ideas fill Chrollo's mind. Each one reminds him of how he dismissed your concerns when you considered having him move in with you. It mocks him with red painted lips and boisterous laughter.

Water continues hitting the bathtub floor. 

A bead of sweat rolls down Chrollo's temple.

Body simply an inch away from the wooden partition, he listens intently as the water quiets down. The sound of a bottle falling quickly follows. It ends with a curse spilling from your lips, and Chrollo ends up repeating it himself when his En further expands by half a metre.

He can now make out the edge of the bathtub. The few water droplets running down serve to test Chrollo’s self-restraint and much to his dismay, he loses. Slowly, his En expands further. The first to be known are the water droplets on the bathtub floor. Cautiously and reluctantly, Chrollo allows it to expand further, lips pressed into a thin line just to end up gritting his teeth when your feet start to make themselves known.

All that happens next is your entire body being engulfed inside his En while you leisurely continue lathering your body with soap as the man outside the door loses whatever composure he had managed to maintain. Chrollo’s first reaction is surprise, having not been too overly intimate with you yet, but that surprise soon turns into desire which almost immediately turns into something else.

Said something else is so powerful that he immediately goes into Zetsu and heads for the dining table, seating himself as he thinks over his actions. The proclivity for thinking about you a majority of the time that he had recently noticed resurfaces to further scold him for being so… uncaring. Sure. His moral compass is something even the mafia is concerned over considering the little squabbles the troupe has had with them over various matters, but this? This?

Having violated your privacy after assuring you that you are completely safe and cherished in his care is simply abhorrent. Yes, he kills people without a second thought, but they are faceless beings whom he does not bother to care about. You, on the other hand, are one of the most precious and cherished people in his life. 

And despite being so utterly crucial to his existence and holding the strings to his life, he does not let you know. He mustn't. It's for the better, Chrollo bitterly thinks. Humans are fickle creatures after all. He had just demonstrated that.

The sound of footsteps causes the brooding thief to exit the state of Zetsu, head rising to look at you as you startle.

"Woah!" You take a step back, towel around your neck as water drops from the ends of your hair. "It's like you magically just appeared. What the hell?"

Chrollo tuts, acting as though he didn't just commit the equivalent of peeking into the women's bath. "I told you, your excessive screen time is destroying your attention span."

You raise a brow but stop yourself from making any further comments. The t-shirt and trousers you're wearing fail to halt Chrollo's thoughts, his mind wandering to your figure and the curves of your body. Face now resting in his palm, he continues looking at you as you drink water. It's a simple act, but his eyes do not hesitate from shamelessly resting on the swell of your chest.

It doesn't help that the t-shirt you're wearing is his.

"You're being weird," you point out. Glass tumbler placed on the counter behind you, you look at Chrollo expectantly for an answer. He, however, fails to satisfy.

"I am weird."

"No… something's up." Your eyes narrow. "Spill. What have you done? What kind of  crime have you committed? Did you not put the meat out of the freezer?"

Chrollo sighs as he leans back in his chair. Crimes? Ah. If only you knew. "Hm. I did leave it out. It's in a bowl of water in the sink, if you would be so kind as to take a look."

Surprisingly, you turn to look. "Oh. Thanks."

"You're welcome. I saw your mother's rage when you forgot to do the same. I would rather not be at the receiving end of it."

“That’s it.” You’re right in front of him now, hands on your hips as Chrollo very respectfully looks up from your chest to your face. “You’ve done something. Tell me now and I promise I won’t be angry.”

“Why? I haven’t done anything.” He furrows his brows a little, making that innocent face he knows makes you weak. 

“You…! You’re lying.”

“I’m not, but you’re welcome to believe whatever you wish.”

“Aha!” In a fit of show, you dramatically point to his face, a victorious expression on your face. “That’s the first thing guilty people say! You are guilty!”

“Am I?” he challenges. “Alright. Let’s assume that I am. What exactly is it that I am guilty of? And what makes you so sure that the guilty rely on such an inadequate tactic?”

Hands go back to your hips and it is clear from your expression that you are not backing away. “You may have grown up learning the streets but I grew up with siblings. The first thing someone guilty with a crime does is deny any accusations.”

“Don’t the innocent do the same?”

“Yes, but they do it differently.”

Chrollo hums, arms now crossed over his chest. “Elaborate on ‘differently’.”

“I have the power of a woman’s intuition. I don’t need explanations.”

Mirroring his arms crossed pose makes Chrollo chuckle. Wordlessly, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to himself. Thighs touch knees as he rests his chin on your stomach, looking up at you in the awkward position. Being the one standing, one of your hands slips into Chrollo’s hair, the other wrapping around his shoulders.

One of the hands on your hips sneaks under the hem of your shirt, moving up and down over the naked skin and feeling the curve of your waist under his calloused palm. A mischievous smile is directed your way. “What does your woman's intuition,” he whispers, “tell you now?” 

His hair remains parted in the middle as he looks up at you, but you remain focused on the tattoo that’s visible. Undeterred, you bring the hand in his hair to his lips, pressing your thumb against the soft skin as goosebumps line your arms. Chrollo grows impatient for an answer, so you finally humour him.

“It’s telling me… that you’re about to do something you regret.”

He hums, the vibrations heavy in your abdomen. Your thumb moves away to allow him to speak. “Perhaps you’re right.” The both of you continue staring into each other’s eyes before he speaks again. “If I am about to do something that I will undoubtedly regret, will you stop me?”

You think over your answer for a few moments before you speak. “Not at all.”

He smiles. “And why’s that?”

All he receives in response is a reciprocated smile and your hand moving to the back of his neck. If nothing else, at least Chrollo can be assured that you’re such a soft person. Docility makes it easier for him, if not satisfying.

#chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hunter x reader #idk why i wrote this

[cessmaga]

cageblind au idea where they actually dated before all of the shit happens to them like kenshi getting blinded

I like to think both are very popular fighters but johnny takes the acting role

they both flirt and banter a lot, sparing and competition is their love language, they are really prideful at their own strength

despite their flaws they love and care for each other dearly, they understand each other and they are the only ones who understood them personally

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat legends #mortal kombat snowblind #mortal kombat cage match #mk legends #johnny x kenshi #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #kencage #cageblind #text post #otp headcanons #otp #otp prompts #anyways mk legends johnny and kenshi 🔛🔝 #idk why i wrote this #this is so corny #I'm in a mood for shipping

[dufferpuffer]

Nobody tells Severus what Harry really looks like as they steal glances of him growing up. They don't talk about his wild black hair, his cheeky grin, his familiar face... They only tell him about his wide, green eyes. How he is always polite to anyone who is polite to him. How unfortunate it is that he must grow up in a Muggle household, with a father figure that barely tolerates him... Severus pretends not to listen, pretends not to care... but he drinks in every single word. His whole soul beats with anticipation as 1991 approaches, the year everything begins, the year he will meet him- But it is not the familiar green eyes he spots first in the sea of gawking first years. Distracted from his stop-and-start conversation with Professor Quirrell he turned his head to see James fucking Potter recoil... And he recoils right back.

#severus snape #hp #idk why I wrote this #enjoy I guess #mywrite

[niceminipotato]

My hopelessly depressed self was listening to music. And you know how it goes? A sad song comes up and you’re singing your heart out and then an image gets conjured up in your head and you have to write it. This song I was listening to was In The Stars by Benson Boone.

Now I will warn you it is sad girl hours and that means angstiness galore. Who knows if the hurt will have comfort by the end of this.

Between the Heavens and the Embers

You had lost them all. One by one they fell. One by one they had been taken. They were gone and you were alone. A single man had done it. All in the span of a mere evening your whole family had crumbled to dust.

******

The day had started as any other. Giggles and cackles echoing through the halls of the castle. The girls, your daughters rather, had been up so early. Winter had been keeping them inside for so long that they were bursting with energy.

You had woken beside her, your lady. The only woman you had ever loved without regard to anyone or anything else. She hardly ever slept but she still enjoyed laying beside you and smiled brightly when your eyes met hers as you woke. The bed you shared was one of the only places where a smile as open as that would make an appearance. She had an image to maintain and you were selfish so you enjoyed that it was only you and your daughters she smiled like that to. While to the outside world she was Countess Dimitrescu a revered Lord of the village to you she was simply Alcina, your love.

The phone had rang that morning and you had whined as she stood to talk to the demanding priestess you so hated. You never understood why your lady revered her as she did but that was a subject you’d learned not to interfere with early on.

You had hoped for a day spent together. You had been talking about it for days. But one look at your lady and you knew plans had gone out the window. She had been up as soon as she hung up hurrying to get ready for the day.

With a sigh you went to help. You weren’t a maid anymore and yet you still loved to help her. A momentary kiss was shared before she gave you an apologetic look. You had shrugged it off, letting her carry on with her duties, but you wished you hadn’t.

******

You wished you had begged her to stay. You wished you hadn’t had to get out of the bed. Wished you could have told your daughters it was a family day. That, as you had planned, you’d spent it together, playing board games, reading, painting, or just talking.

You wished. You wished so much you had done things differently.

You wished you had found him first. Wished you had continued your patrol down in the dungeons. If you had you would���ve prevented your eldest daughter’s death. It would’ve been so simple to lead the man astray. Bela would still be alive had you been there. But no. You had been in the library putting books away. And now all that was left was her sickle laying haphazardly beside a crystallized figure.

You also wished you had insisted on Cassandra teaching you more self defense. Had you done so you and your middle child would have been in opera hall. Training and making an absolute fool of yourself as your other two daughters watched and laughed. But you hadn’t insisted. You had let her go to the armory to sharpen her weapons when everyone knew they had sharpened more than enough. And so another sickle and crystallized figure were all you had left.

And then you wished you had gone to bake cakes with them as Daniela had suggested. But you wanted to do something more strenuous because like them you had so much pent up energy. If you had though, all four of you would’ve been enjoying a cake now all covered in flour while your lady attempted to scold you all for the mess failing miserably and giving into your sheepish grins. But you didn’t do that. Instead you had sunk to your knees and let out a soul rattling sob as you found that your youngest daughter was also gone. Like her sisters leaving only her sickle and a crystallized figure.

Heavens, you wished. You wished you had done so many things differently. How were you going to continue now that they were gone?

You had never felt as broken as you were before. Never felt the air in your lung become painful. Never felt as empty as you did. You wished… but what use was wishing?

******

You didn’t know how long you had been at the library clutching the crystallized figures your daughters left behind. No staff came to you as they had been told to hide. Your lady was no where to be found. That is until the castle shook and a screeching roar rebounded the halls which were usually filled with your daughters’ voices.

You knew who was shaking the castle even if you didn’t know how. You knew it was her the one roaring outside. And in the same line you knew you had to get to her.

Carefully running down the halls with your daughters’ figures you headed for the sound of your lady. You had no idea what to expect at all but what you saw as you made it to one of the large windows wasn’t a dragon.

You knew it was her. Knew the dragon fiercely defending the castle was the woman you loved with your whole being. Any other person might’ve feared her, especially in that state, but not you. No, despite the pain and sorrow you were feeling you couldn’t help but admire her in all her glory. She looked majestic and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

But then you heard it. You heard the quick succession of gunshots paired up with loud explosions. And your hard sank as the screeches and roars devolved into wails of pain. What you could do to stop it you didn’t know but you ran for her.

Heading for the great tower of the castle you ran as fast as your weak human legs would allow. You ran and ran and ran ignoring the strain in your arms as you carried your daughters’ figures. You ran, your heart clamoring against your ribs, panting like a rabid animal. You ran as more screeching roars mixed in with pained wails. You ran up the steps as fast as you could, the air growing thin. You ran while more shots echoed above you and the tower rattled. You ran while tears streamed down your cheeks. You ran desperate and afraid and then everything stopped.

A loud boom made the ground shudder while the tower shook sending bits of loose rock to the floor. Letting out a shuddering breath you looked out the window and a horrified scream ripped itself free from your throat.

You could see her through the hole over the old chapel’s roof. Could see all of her majestic being laying prone and immobile. A high pitch whistling noise filled your ears and you were off again.

Running desperately you tripped over your feet and landed painfully against the wall with you shoulder to ensure you daughters were ok. You glanced down noting they were and continued on your trek.

It didn’t take long to reach her but it still felt as though hours had gone by. The chill from the outside air bitting at your wet cheeks pulled a shiver from you. You could see Alcina’s huge form crystallizing and ran for her.

Gently placing your daughters down you tried to touch Alcina’s dragon form but it began to crumble away at your touch. You tried hopelessly to put the crumbled bits back but it only made things worse.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to fix it. You knew you were screaming and yet you could hear nothing. All you could do was watch as the other form of the woman you loved crumbled to dust. The chilled breeze carrying her remnants until the only thing left was her pearl necklace and a crystallized figure.

Shakily you reached for it, for her, and brought her closer. Hugging the hardened crystal you sobbed unable to understand why. You brought your daughters’ figures closer, hugging as much of them as you could while also holding onto your love and sobbed harder.

You couldn’t breathe. There was no air. It felt as though it had been torn away from you. Just like they had taken the best of your heart and left the rest in pieces.

They had been worried about your mortality and yet here you were alone between bleak heavens and the embers your family had left behind. What were you to do now? You were alone so what now?

“… we have to go.” Someone had been shaking you but you had only shrugged them away. “They’re going to kill us if we stay. We have to go, girl.”

It was Maria, the head maid, the one shaking you to try and get you to stand.

“DON’T. TOUCH. ME.” Your voice sounded foreign, garbled, but you didn’t care.

“I won’t let you die too.” Maria pulled you off of them with a force you hadn’t expected from the old woman. “Let’s go.”

“NO!”

“Let go. They are dead, girl. You have to let them go. We need to go.” She pulled you away while you kicked and screamed.

“Let me go!” You yelled. “I want to stay with them. Let me go now! Please! Don’t take me away. Don’t!” You pleaded in between sobs. “You can’t. Please. Please!”

You tried fruitlessly to make her let go but you were growing weaker and weaker. Sobs wracked your whole body as you drew farther away from the crystallized figures your family left behind. You were breaking further with every step.

All you wanted was to go back to the morning. You wanted to go back to when you were in bed waking to your daughters giggles in the halls and Alcina’s smiling face. You didn’t want some figures you wanted them back.

This couldn’t be. This reality couldn’t be. You wanted your family back.

“Alcina! Please, come back. Please!” You begged. “Come on, Bela. Please Cass! Dani, my pretty little bug. Please wake up. Wake. Up!” You tried but there was nothing. No movement but the billowing snow. “Please! Alcina. Please, you can’t leave me behind. You can’t. Alcina please!”

“Girl, hush now. It’s ok.”

Maria’s muffled voice echoed in between your cries but you ignored it. You kept struggling against her and yelling for your family to come back. They just couldn’t leave you like this.

“Please, Alcina. Please.”

“Hush, girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Alcina.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hush draga.”

~~~~~~~

“Alcina, please.” You whimpered.

~~~~

“Please wake up, draga mea. Please.”

That voice. You looked at the crystalized figures still huddled together on the floor. But you could hear a voice. That was her voice. Wasn’t it?

“Alcina.”

~~

“Inimioara mea, please wake up. Wake up!”

You felt as though your feet left the ground, and suddenly your world tilted. The arm around your waist was bigger, stronger. The white light coming in from the hole on the roof became a dancing yellowish one. It was no longer cold but warm. And the crystallized figure that stood taller than the other three was gone replaced by glowing golden eyes under brows scrunched with worry. 

You let out a whimper, feeling your raw throat protest. “Alcina?” You called watching her release a breath.

“I’m here, draga.”

“You’re real?”

“I’m real.” She nodded and brushed away some of her tears.

You shuddered at her touch before reaching for her and bringing her closer. Alcina wrapped you in her arms allowing you to soak in her warmth. You let out a soft sob as the images from the nightmare flooded your head.

“Breathe, my little love. I’m here.”

“H-he… he…”

“He is dead. He is gone and we are safe. Remember? It was you who killed him. He is gone.” Alcina rubbed gentle circles on your back as she continued. “Our girls are safe. Miranda and Ethan are dead and we all survived. We are safe.”

“Don-don’t leave me alone. Please. Don’t leave me.”

“I will never leave you. Ever.” Alcina replied assuredly. “You are mine and I am yours.”

“And we’re alright.”

“And we are all right, scumpul meu.”

You let her words wash over you as you clung to her hiccuping your slight whimpers. She continued to whisper comforting words as you calmed, allowing the remnants of the nightmare drift away.

Gradually you calmed the hiccuping sobs and whimpers dissolving into light sniffles. Through it all Alcina held you and whispered her affirming words and sweet little nothings.

“I’m s-sorry.” You whispered.

Alcina pulled away so she could loodk at you. “Never apologize for something like this. You have no control over it and it is not your fault. Do you understand?”

You nodded and your lip quivered but you managed to suppress your sob. She pulled you back to her chest letting you tuck yourself under her chin while you listened to the beat of her steady heart.

“Draga?”

“Hmm?”

“Our girls heard you. May they come in?”

You pulled away from her nodding vigorously. Alcina smiled that lovely smile of hers you loved and hated to share before calling out to the girls.

“Bugs. You may come in.”

In an instant three distinct swarms flitted under the close doors before your daughters stood watching you with worried eyes. You shuddered a breath feeling new tears prickle your eyes and smiled.

Daniela swarmed to you the moment you extended your hand out to her materializing into her human form on the bed beside you. She tucked herself under your chin and held you tightly. Cassandra bit her lip before situating herself on your other side between you and Alcina. Last was Bela who took a spot on Alcina’s other side. All three purred to try and comfort you while also seeking the comfort you and Alcina gave them.

“Momma, are you ok?” Cassandra asked you quietly.

“I’m ok.”

Daniela lifted her head and looked at you with teary eyes while anger swirled in her glowing pools of gold. “I hate that manthing. He makes you cry. He’s hurting you and I can’t cut him. I can’t kill him. I can’t give him what he deserves.”

“He is already gone, sweet bug.” Alcina said reaching out to scratch the shaved side of her head.

“The nightmares will go away, little fly.” You added and kissed her forehead.

“He’s gone. The nightmares will go away. And we’ll be here with Mother and Momma. Everything will be fine Dani.” Bela said from under Alcina’s chin.

“I love all of you. You know that, right?”

The nods and I love yous that followed filled your heart with a warm and soothing feeling. The three settled, the purring making you smile. It didn’t take long for the three girls to fall into a deep slumber while you and Alcina watched them.

“Draga?”

“My lady?”

Alcina smirked at you and shook her head, “are you feeling better?”

“It… it felt so real. But now. This,” you said looking down at your daughters and then back at her, “I know this is the real thing.”

“Good.” Alcina kissed your forehead as best she could with two girls clinging to her. “Oh and before I forget. Scumpul inimioara mea, I love you.”

Leaning as close as you possibly could to her you finally allowed your eyes to flutter close. Daniela and Cassandra laid heavily on you but you didn’t mind. Bela had somehow managed to reach a hand over to you around her mother just because she wanted you to feel her. Alcina herself had rested her cheek above your head too. They were there.

The buzzing forms of your daughters completely relaxed and happily sleeping with you. The woman you loved more than anyone and anything in the world was there. No one was gone. Your family was there. They hadn’t been taken. You needn’t wish because you had saved them back then.

The dormant cadou you’d had, woke the moment you’d heard Bela scream. Your human nature was gone and a new mutated being had been born. You had protected your family. All of them. You were the reason they were still here with you. You didn’t have to hold on to something dead and gone because they weren’t. They weren’t dead they were here with you. You didn’t have to say goodbye because they’d be there forever. It wouldn’t hurt and the best of your heart was still with them but it was fine because so were they.

A.N. Guess no angsty end 🥹 you’re welcome 😇 but then who knows maybe this sucked. Again I apologize for the sad girl hours lol

#alcina x female reader #angst with a happy ending?? #maybe??? #sad girl hours #idk why i wrote this #but I did so here hehe #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader

[thatonebirdwrites]

I still plan to finish my TLOK: Shared Moments series -- especially Book 3.5 and 4 at least, but I simply cannot do the pace I did last year. I can't. My health is too poor and my heart too broken. So let's talk about it.

For this post in particular, I want to discuss how parts of the Korrasami fandom broke my heart.

I also will talk about how Supercorp fandom is helping me heal. I want to be clear here. This post is not about pitting these fandoms against each other. Both have their flaws, their beauty, their awesome people, and their mean people. I love them both. This is simply my tale of how one broke my heart and how the other helps me heal that.

I also preface that there are wonderfully beautiful people I've met in the Korrasami fandom, some who have become friends over the span of the last year and a half. The kindness and care from @snazzy-korra and the Korrasami friend I talk to on Discord has been life-saving in different ways. I'm forever grateful and highly appreciative of these people's kindness and support and for the kind readers who left kind comments.

I also wish to be clear that I have always been honest in my end-notes about the fact that I have a disability, that my health might slow me down, or I may share an anecdote about my life (my disability impacts my life heavily, but it also is not all I am) to explain why I wrote a scene the way I did. Folks seemed to appreciate learning about the inner workings of the writer's mind and the research I've done. So it's why I tend to have detailed end-notes.

So when readers, who acknowledged these end-notes and commented about my bravery at being a disabled writer, turn around and viciously attack me and pull out every single ableist argument about how the character, who became disabled in my story, is now less than?

That is fucking personal.

That is them directly telling me that they don't see disabled people like myself as their equal in dignity or respect. They don't even respect me as a person worthy of being treated with kindness. Instead, they remind me yet again of how they view disabled people as less than.

Where they wanted the disability written out of the story. They wanted erasure, and thus it felt like a stab in my heart.

Because in the end, such arguments are rooted in a fear of this simple truth:

Anyone can become disabled at any time.

Some people fear that truth. Likely because they would have to face the fact that the horrid ways they treat us disabled people could be how they end up treated if they become disabled.

So instead of fixing society and the systems harming us disabled folks, and creating instead accessible and equitable and kinder systems that help all people thrive -- they instead demand erasure. Demand that people like me cease to exist in their space. That our stories not be visible.

It went beyond a fight in comments to direct messages/asks and at least one tumblr blog directly harassing me (referencing my writing as the reason). It felt like my few places where I felt somewhat safe to share my writing had been broken into and trashed.

It's sad and heartbreaking in so many ways, because these people are refusing to see the absolutely beauty and wonder that is disabled people and our creativity.

[Yes, I know the tools that can help protect me like comment moderation, but again, the point of this post isn't about fixing my behaviors.

Because my behaviors weren't the problem. It's about a very real problem in fandoms, where AUs that involve a beloved character becoming disabled turn into an avenue to cause harm to that author. (Instead, of just not commenting and not reading it.)

If this isn't pointed out or ever talked about, then how do we learn and grow and find ways to repair the fandom to be kinder? To call out hurtful behaviors and support those harmed by it? Why should we let folks suffer in silence, when we can talk about it and better support one another? To build better habits and encourage others to build those kinder habits with us?]

Becoming disabled is not a bad thing. It doesn't have to be. We are still beautiful, wonderfully creative, and awesome people who deserve the same love, respect, care, and dignity as any non-disabled person.

Ignoring or running from the pain doesn't make it go away, as I did that and instead it ended up tainting what had been a deep love.

Acknowledging the pain and/or grief and choosing to heal is what alleviates it. The Korrasami fandom introduced me to fanfiction. I'd never written fanfiction in my life before I decided to write How Was Those Three Years to dig into how those years were like for Asami.

I'd never read so much fanfiction before either. I didn't realize the wealth of creativity and wonder that is hidden in the corridors of AO3. It was a beautiful sight to behold. I discovered this truth through Korrasami.

Writing Korrasami helped me rekindle my writing again. Even with my poor health, even when I struggle to get out of bed, even as I lost my ability to do things I used to love to do, fandom helped me re-establish my writing habits. I was writing again. The one thing I love to do the most.

At least my health hadn't taken away my writing and art. Isn't that a beautiful thing to discover? I found a way to grieve what I lost but still rejoice in what I can still do. But at the same time, I've never been more hurt and shattered by a fandom than I have daring to write an alternate universe story, where I learned that the limit of people's care ends at the moment they perceive your disability.

Where you cease to be a person in their eyes.

Where you become less than.

Thus, I truly struggled on how to move forward for months, where writing became harder and harder to do.

I didn't want to lose the joy I had found, but I didn't know how to safely heal either. And I like sharing my stories. The act of sharing them was part of how I redicovered my joy of writing again.

It was here on tumblr, where I found a niche that helped me heal.

It all started with a continuation to one of @fazedlight's ficlets, which randomly appeared on my 'for you' page.

I hadn't even finished Supergirl yet at that point, but the AU in that ficlet, where Kara decides to trust Lena and reveals she's an alien due to the alien detector? How utterly fascinating way to rewrite that scene.

I'm not even sure why I felt the need to write that continuation, but it's like my fingers had a mind of their own. I felt so inspired, and after a few months of being trapped in that well of feeling utterly broken, it was like glimpsing sunlight for the first time in months.

And I found I couldn't stop. I started to write other little ficlets based on GIFs about Supercorp. I started reading fanfiction about Supercorp. I realized Lena Luthor is really just a morally grey Asami Sato, and Kara Zor-El Danvers is basically Avatar Korra. So of course it was easy to write them. I already had practice with Korrasami.

I then went and watched the last three seasons to finally finish Supergirl, and was horrified by just how bad the writing was in 5 and 6, that now I wanted to write my own fix-it fic.

But I was scared to do it. I'd already had my heart broken by Korrasami. I already had a big project there I need to finish for my own sake, because it's so, so important to my own heart.

But at the same time, should I dare to share my stories again? Put myself out there in a different fandom?

Because I can't stress enough how I had seriously considered deleting my AO3 account due to how hurt I was over Korrasami (my two Korrasami buddies kept me from doing that, and they might not ever realize their influence there. I'd downloaded all the fics I'd written and gave myself a due date to decide.)

I was scared to share my stories, and I needed support to decide if I could do it again. If I dared to do it.

Then I discovered thanks to @luthordamnvers and @snowydragonscave a server for Supercorp shippers, and Holy shit.

It was okay to be disabled there.

People from all sorts of walks of life were there. They were supportive (and such enablers, my heavens).

I wasn't seen as less than.

People treated me like a human being.

It gave me courage to start posting the stories I'd written about Supercorp to AO3, and then holy crap.

The comments from Supercorp readers welcomed me as a new writer. They were encouraging. (Sure, there was mean comments here and there, but they weren't so horrifically personal in their attacks like the few hurtful Korrasami readers.)

I wept over those comments. Those people may never know how healing it was to read kind and encouraging comments. These people welcomed me, a stray writer into their shelter, and gently and tenderly offered support, advice, and constructive criticism in ways that uplifted the author.

Sure, it's possible I'll get viciously attacked for who I am again in the Supercorp fandom, but right now, most folks I talk with in the Supercorp fandom have been kind. Mean comments haven't been so acutely personal in their attacks, and it's a reprieve that allows space to heal.

My first love - Korrasami - will always be my first love in terms of ships. This is a truth. Supercorp is second in line, but I feel, right now, it's a little safer for my heart to write Supercorp.

I do promise to finish Shared Moments, but it will take longer simply because I'm still healing.

Parts of the Korrasami fandom broke my heart, but a good portion of the Supercorp fandom is mending it back together.

That's a beautiful thing too.

The stories I write are imperfect. I know I mess up a lot. But I do hope that people walk away from my stories having learned something. Or at the very least walk away with some semblance of hope.

Because in the end, in a world that seems hellbent on reminding marginalized people of how our lives are disposable, choosing hope becomes a radical act in liberation.

Our stories deserve to be told. Deserve to be cherished.

So in conclusion, never underestimate your kindness toward others. You may touch them in ways you may never fully know.

Thank you for all my readers, who have been supportive and kind. You're helping a broken writer heal. I will forever appreciate and treasure all of you.

Thanks for reading.

#korrasami #supercorp #meta stuff about writing fanfiction #disability #disabled characters #tw ableism #idk why i wrote this #was writing this a mistake #thank you to all the kind readers who leave kind and supportive comments for writers #Never underestimate the power of your kindness and joy at sharing your thoughts with us writers

[bluesdesk]

Night, the heroes are asleep, aside from Four and Legend on watch. The fire creates shadows that look like dancing all to the same rhythm. All except Four’s, still and slightly off angle given the position of the fire.

And Legend knows why. He has seen him. He knows Four is made of four people, or better, five. He knows all his story and the end of it. When the heroes first met, Legend was almost having a breakdown or a panic attack, and today he still doesn't know how he managed to keep his composure.

Maybe if Four uses another sword he won't be in contact with Vaati's spirit, and Four will have a different future, Legend hopes. That sword has a demon in there. And with Four's friend not only using dark magic but being made of it, if Vaati manages to corrupt him... Four will become the monster Legend knows.

When Legend was a kid, back then, he didn’t care about him that much. He had seen his uncle die, Zelda being captured, soldiers chasing him. Another person being turned into a monster wasn't a big difference, yes it startled him and he felt sorry for him, what could turn what looked like a kid into a monster? He hesitated a bit before killing him, but at the end, he was just another defeated enemy.

But now Legend knows he wasn’t a kid, he's a young man, and a hero. A Link. Who's sitting right next to him and talking about something he sadly isn't listening to. He kind of likes listening to his stories, Four’s personality seems to slightly change depending on the story he's telling, of course Legend knows why. Said hero, Legend understands, is talking about his job and hobby. How his grandpa taught him to forge tools, how he forged his own sword during his first adventure. He's never letting any secret slip though.

Legend tries to wipe the image of his friend being corrupted and dead from his mind and listens to him, until Four asks Legend about his sword. All the heroes except Sky and Legend brought one that isn't the Master Sword, maybe a coincidence, or maybe it was wanted. Also, Dink didn't seem to fear Legend’s sword while it was terrified of Sky's. Legend explains his sword might as well be a recreation of Sky's and not actually the same. The hero before him failed, maybe the sword was destroyed in the process too, and the sages created a replacement. That might be the reason everyone could extract it so they also created the medallions for security.

After the chat has ended, the two are staring at the fire, looking around and just enjoying the starry night. Four takes his sword and examines it, looking for scratches. Legend, instinctively, asks him if he has ever used another sword. Four tells him about his grandpa's sword, made for the Picori Festival.

Legend asks him if he has ever thought of going back to using that sword. Four asks why, the Four Sword is way better. Legebd says that maybe when that much magic isn't needed he could use a simpler sword. Four, surprised, asks him how he knows that his sword holds quite a lot of magic. Legend explains he can feel it, he's been usjng magic for years now. Fours looks at him straight in the eyes and asks what other things he can feel about the sword. Legend realizes he has said too much. He's becoming red. Four understands he knows at least something and asks him again. Everyone is asleep, the can't hear them.

"I know the reason behind its name" he says. "I know you can divide" Four's eyes are wide. Though Wild already knew that secret too. Four reassures him he was going to tell the others anyway in a short time. Legend smiles, but it isn't genuine. There's more. "...And?" Four asks him.

Legend looks at him, then at the shadow, then at him again. "his position isn't quite right given the light coming from the fire. Tell him I said hi". Four's eyes get wide again. Legend reassures him he won't attack Shadow. And goes on. "I also know there's an evil being trapped there, are you sure it's safe to keep using that sword?"

Four freezes. Legend knows everything. Four uses magic too but he has never had his ability. Is it really just high exposure to magic? Did he know him before? Four's violet eyes analyze him, the sword, his shadow (that's now signing something to Legend, who seems to understand him?). But most importantly, is his sword safe? He has forged it, he has done everything perfectly and yes Vaati escaped one time but the seal has become stronger then, nobody except Legend even knows there's a dark demon trapped in there. Why is Legend concerned?

"You did nothing wrong Four, you forged that the best you could". Legend gets his attention. "Just... if something ever looks off about the sword... ah I don't know how to say it. Be careful, ok?"

Four is about to answer when they both remember their watch should have ended an hour before, they need to wake up Twilight and Wind!

#lionesswrites #lionessposts #idk why I wrote this #I was half asleep #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu four

[welpuu]

what if tje three people that are being treated for mental health disorders in drdt are david nico and charles

i feel like david and nico are kinda self explanatory (at least i think nico is self explanatory but i could be wrong about them since there are other people in the cast that also display autistic traits and im not autistic so i cant definetly say so but hopefully im not wrong?) but like i always had the thought that charles probably has ptsd of some sort

no actually now that i think about it if he does its probably undiagnosed since he literally had no idea he was afraid of blood or that he even had a brother until after xander died (unless he was aware before the game in the timeframe everyones memories got stolen though im pretty sure drdtdev meant that they were being treated even before that) so honestly idk about the third person i was just throwing stuff out there

i feel like anyone in the cast could be currently diagnosed with something and being treated 😭 (except for maybe teruko since her nationality is legally in question.. and im pretty sure that would get in the way of a lot of things including getting a psychiatrist. or any doctor for that matter)

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #charles cuevas #nico hakobyan #teruko tawaki #david chiem #i feel like im just yapping atp 😭 #random ass rambles #idk why i wrote this

[peachycherie]

3am quick little scenario that I might delete cuz idk what I’m saying when I’m tired, anyways imagine neteyam’s or lo’ak’s mate that has a dirty mind/always making dirty jokes

Small example:

"are u tired of being so short? … let me put a few inches in u"

And at first they don’t know how to react, but eventually they brush it off, since it’s just harmless jokes, sometimes they’ll laugh telling u to shut up or knock it off, other times they give u a weird look like "🤨ain’t no way u just said that" but one day the whole sully family tags along with jake to hunt for dinner, neyiri’s idea as she said something along the lines of wanting to spent more time as a family since her kids are never home throughout the day and blah blah whatever u get the point.

Anyways, so jake and y/n is having a little father in law/daughter in law moment, he’s teaching her how to hunt, "that’s it, nice and slow y/n take ur time." Jake says while she tries to adjust her pulled back aimed arrow, her cheeks lightly glow from his words taking them into a different context, but it goes unnoticeable to all the sullys, neyiri sat on ur far right holding tuk while watching, the rest stayed on ur far left, jake right behind u, y/n lets go of the arrow and bam! a clean kill on her first try, it’s some kinda big ass fish, right? rightt? And then jake goes "atta girl, such a quick little learner" with a ruffle to her hair as he goes to get the fish, THATS ALL IT TOOK she couldn’t keep it together, she turns her head in the direction where lo’ak, neteyam, and kiri watched from and she wasn’t blushing no, no, no, MISS GURL IS GLOWING LITERALLY GLOWING! It’s so bad she looks like she gon start to cry from embarrassment, and it’s so painfully noticeable to all 3 sullys, they knew exactly what was going through ur head, their dad- no, ur father in law- it was so funny to kiri that she almost choke from holding back on her laughs. u quickly put ur head down ashame of ur dirty mind making u think that way for no reason, but his word choice just sounded so- no, u can’t blame jake for ur perverted mind. ur mate is in complete shock, but all he can do is find it funny as well, kiri couldn’t hold it back any longer as soon she started laughing, so did the other two, leaving neyiri, jake, and tuk confused as u kept ur head helded low with the bright glow still painting ur face, all 3 of them will tease u for this moment the rest of the day.

#avatar #avatar way of water #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x you #avatar scenarios #idk why i wrote this #I’m so tired but can’t sleep #I’m too excited to rewatch atwow tmr #jake sully x reader #jake sully #neteyam sully #lo’ak sully

[mayariviolet]

As much as I adore Gojo being a dad to Megumi there is something a little more heartbreaking when I see their relationship as:

“Older brother who tried their best to teach their sibling not to make the same mistakes but it wasn’t good enough.”

and

“Younger brother who took him for granted and didn’t appreciate them when they were still living underneath the same roof.”

Idk just some food for thought…

#moni’s soapbox💌 #dad gojo to megumi will have a special place in my heart #gojo satoru #megumi fushiguro #gojo and megumi #😞 #sorry 😞 #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk angst #idk why i wrote this

[blankbullet5]

Johnny Cage: Ugh, you’re even worse than Shang Tsung.

Quan Chi: (chuckles) An astute observation, earthrealmer.

Shang Tsung: (appears out of nowhere) Um, excuse me, how is he worse than me?

Quan Chi: Haha, even this weakling can see who is the superior sorcerer.

Johnny Cage: Actually, baldie, it’s not that. It’s just that Shangy here, is somewhat hot, and has that halo effect going for him. You, on the other hand are the ugliest mf I have ever seen.

Quan Chi: How dare you insult me!

Shang Tsung: (chuckles) He’s merely stating a fact. And you’re not helping yourself with that ridiculous make-up.

Quan Chi: (gasps) Are you calling my magic runes ridiculous!?

Shang Tsung: There is never a need to paint anything on your forehead, Quan Chi. Never.

Johnny Cage: Plus, that Gene Simmons look is totally old-school, and not in a cool vintage sort of way.

Quan Chi: (sniffs) Both of you insolent fools will pay for mocking me! (Releases his tentacle attack)

Johnny Cage: (terrified)

Shang Tsung: (has never been harder in his life)

#mortal kombat #quan chi #shang tsung #johnny cage #quan chi getting bullied #idk why i wrote this #mk shower thoughts #dumb #mortal kombat edit #mortal kombat1 #mk1 #halo effect

[kxttqi]

ੈ✩ stargazing.

summary: after a tiring day, you and akito spend the night admiring the stars.

pairings: shinonome akito x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: very very VERY rushed

a/n: I WROTE THIS AT 3 IN THE MORNING PLS EXCUSE MY SHITTY WRITING ASHDJHSJK

“Aki, look!”

Blushing slightly at the nickname you gave him, he followed your hand to a shooting star crossing the sky. His lips curved into a soft smile.

“Make a wish, then”

He turned his gaze to you expectantly, waiting for you to speak. Your eyes met his, taking in the unique shade of his olive irises. It was then that you truly appreciated their beauty, noticing how the stars' reflection added an ineffable depth to them. You turned your gaze back to the sky, shutting your eyes to make your silent wish. They sprung open when you felt Akito's hand slip into yours. It was the perfect moment; twinkling stars painting the horizon, and fingers entwined with his. You rested your head on his shoulder. He flinched, but didn’t move away.

“So, what did you wish for?”

“That you would go buy me some cheesecake,” you replied cheekily.

Akito groaned. 

“Oh, not you too, it’s bad enough with Ena making me run errands for her on a daily basis…”

You chuckled.

“I was just joking. I wished that we would always be happy together.”

You felt his hand squeeze yours.

“Personally, I would have wished for the cheesecake.” He shook his head with a soft smile at your look of indignation. “Because you don’t need to wish on some stupid star for that to come true.”

#꒱ kat's journal #pjsk #pjsk x reader #shinonome akito x reader #akito x reader #shinonome akito #project sekai #prosekai #idk why i wrote this