Hi!!! Ok I'm honestly very sorry for not being active for months ;-; I was kinda forced into a hiatus and completely forgot about tumblr all together ;-;
But I'm back!!! And I'll be working on my collab pieces that are LONG overdue and more!!! And hello to my moots ;-; sorry I didn't reply to your msgs but geheehehehee I'll be wreaking havoc soon >:3
:this is my piece for @illyaana ‘s collab — seven deadly sins! it’s been almost two months and i apologize for that ): anyways, i do think that it’s challenging to write but I have fun exploring other themes! happy reading yoooos :) ^u^
pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader
summary: in which gojo satoru finds love in the midst of chaos.
genre/tags: fluff, mildly suggestive
word count: 1.1k+
(HIM, A LONELY GOD) —— His parents were in awe the moment Satoru opened his eyes. He mumbled something incoherently, his small hands flailing and kicking in the air, a fat tear rolling down his pink cheeks as he closed his eyes again, ignoring the raw sensation creeping behind his back. Satoru’s parents were too excited about new possibilities to care about Satoru’s exhaustion. And this is because Gojo Satoru is the future head of the clan, he has the six eyes, his cursed technique is far more superior than the others and also, a God. Satoru’s parents have already placed all their valuables on the gambling table. It’s harsh, even cruel - all the more cruel, they are planning to let their child bear their responsibilities to save humanity.
ever got your heart broken on valentines? well now you will, grab your comfort food & blanket and relax, you’re in for a ride…
welcome to my broken hearts collab <3 the title speaks for itself, doesn’t it.. this collab contains heartbreaks & angst and not just a little bit off it. if you’re interested, read the rules under the cut.
6 months ago, I started this for fun. I sincerely didn't think I'd meet so many nice people ;-; thanks for all the support you've given my blog and my nsfw blog too (we're reaching 100 over there soon!!) I promise I'll be pumping out all those asks after my exams (it ends on 16th dec) <3
If I could hug all of you, I would ;-; <3 Thanks for everything guys, sincerely.
Collab: 500 Follower Milestone Event by @smolla-than-a-bug
Congrats on the 500 followers, love! You very much deserve it <333 Do check out all the other amazing creators in this collaboration! Songfics ftw <3 (I'm just on an Oh Hellos brainrot if that exists-) I'm so sorry this took so long to get out ;~;
Tags: Grim Reaper! Kageyama x Reader, Major Character Death, Fluff, Angst
Synopsis: (if I tell you, I'd be just giving spoilers ;~;)
WC: 802
𝔚𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 '𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯?
There he stood midst the red flames, yet it didn’t singe any of his clothes. He watched the people around him run in fear, their lives flashing before their eyes, yet he stood still as water. He observed, emotionlessly. You stared into his ocean eyes - how the red from the fire painted his eyes the exact shade.
He was at peace; he didn’t feel anything.
𝔚𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔢?
“Y/N,” Kageyama called from afar, signalling you to look at him, “Come to me.”
You stared at the flames that danced around him, his black coat flailing in different directions.
“You won’t get burnt; I won’t let you,” he said, his hands reaching out to you.
You slowly walked towards him, feeling the heat from the flames warming your skin as you inched slowly. You closed your eyes, afraid to see what stood before but a pair of blue eyes.
“That’s it, Y/N - just a bit more, love,” he said, his voice ringing loudly in your ears.
𝔖𝔢𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯
As soon as you felt his arms on yours, you fluttered your eyes open to meet his once blue irises.
They now flashed gold as they focused on yours, a sudden warmth rushing within you.
“Kageyama, is everything okay?” you say, cupping his cheeks.
He closed his eyes and pressed his cheeks onto your hands, a soft hum in content leaving his lips.
“Now it is.”
𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢
Kageyama looked into your irises as a small smirk raised on his lips.
“Let’s go, Y/N.”
𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯
Kageyama pulled you far from the red embers, rushing towards the lush greens that painted the long-forgotten forest.
“You remember this place?” He asked you, gripping onto your wrists ever-so tightly.
How could you not? Every single nook and cranny of this whole place reminded you of him.
He instinctively knew your answer as you continued to stare at the whole forest with a smile, tears welling up.
“So much has changed since then, hasn’t it?”
𝔄𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔞, 𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔟
Kageyama interlaced his fingers with yours as you both walked throughout the forest, reminding you of the times you both spent here when you were young.
“Remember that time we fell into that lake?” he said, chuckling, “You got so pissed that you were soaking wet.”
“Last I remember, you were whining more than me,” you retorted.
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤
Your eyes flashed to the old building that stood in front of you. A flurry of emotions swelled as you stared at the building in front of you, your hands gripping Kageyama’s even tighter.
You met Kageyama here - you met him in this exact spot.
Photo in hand, a much younger Kageyama leaned against the entrance of the building. He was so focused on that coloured page he didn’t even see you sit beside him.
“Is that your parents?” you asked.
“Grandparents,” he softly replied.
“They look so happy together,” you said, smiling at the picture in his small hands.
“𝔖𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢?”
He thought to himself.
“They were happy.”
But he never understood how they could ever be happy living in that monotone life they called heaven.
‘Even when Grandpa wasn’t there, Grandma knew how to enjoy living such a plain life - it doesn’t make sense,’ he thought to himself.
“Hi - I’m Y/N!” the younger you hollered, raising your hands to meet his, “Nice to meet you!”
Kageyama smiled, looking at the enthusiastic little one in front of him.
“It’s not your fault, Kageyama - and it never will be.”
ℌ𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡
“You weren’t supposed to go yet - you were supposed to enjoy this longer,” he began to sob.
𝔖𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔢
“Things change, Kageyama - you can never make sure of something. I’ll tell you this though,” you cup his cheeks in your hands, raising his face to meet yours.
He pressed his head against your hands, taking in your warmth.
“You’ve made my years the best it ever could’ve been.”
𝔚𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔢.
With a final hug, you were gone.
Your cold body now lay in his hands as he sobbed into you.
For he had done his job - to bring the dead to the afterlife.
Hi hi! I saw this event on my dash and I couldn't resist! It's such a cute event and I would love to participate.
My result for the quiz was sorcerer
I would like Bakugou Katsuki from BNHA to be the supernatural being.
My pronouns are she/her
I'm an INFP-T
I'm a Pisces ☀️ , Taurus 🌙 , Aries ⬆️
Umm random fact would be that my biggest pet peeve is small talk. Can't stand it haha.
I'm so excited for this. But ofc please take your time and take care. Thank you so much <3
GEHEHEHE WILL DO <333
Word Count: 0.3k
Past asks here!
You laid against Katsuki's chest as you stared at the midnight sky - how each little star did its dance under the black sky, making its presence known. Katsuki stared at you engrossed with the little constellations that you saw.
He wouldn't tell you how obsessed he was when he saw your small smirks when you found your favourite constellations.
He wouldn't tell you, but he loved how your arms felt as you wrapped them around his torso - how your fingers played with his sides as you pressed your face against his chest.
He wouldn't tell you, but he enjoyed the little tug-of-war you both had when the both of you fought for the small blanket that barely covered both of you.
He wouldn't tell you, but he missed how your eyes lit up the moment he gave you the amulet you now wear every single minute. It just showed how much you trusted him, and he worried if he was even worthy of all that trust.
He wouldn't tell you, but he craved for the small hums you made when you were comfortable around him. He knew you never let your guard down with anyone but him, and the desire to protect you because of it will never leave him.
He wouldn't tell you, but he loved you so incredibly that he couldn't imagine anyone else he'd hug; he'd kiss; he'd marry.
Yet, he could never let you be his lover - the pain of living with a mortal as an immortal would be a curse too big to bear.
So he'll never tell you how much he loves you, but instead cherish you as the beacon of hope in his life - he loved you too much to curse you too.
random fact: i have watched many horror movies and came to one conclusion: i would either be unalived first or be the final girl. i am too lazy, wouldn’t get up to investigate a noise or anything and would probably not agree w/ choices fellow survivors would wanna make lmao
If it is a ghost you want, a ghost you will become~ thanks for joining the event, love <3 And in true alice fashion, I made it angsty <3
Past asks here!
Word Count: 0.3k
You stared at the black haired male as he strolled along the streets of Hyogo. Hands in his pocket, he dragged his feet against the tarred floors.
That was Suna for you; unsociable, little boy who just so happens to be good looking and plays volleyball.
But he was perfect in your eyes, and you wished you were in his eyes once more. Whenever you looked into them, all you could see was what stood behind you - nothing less, nothing more.
It hurt to longer see his loving gazes; to hear his soft hums; to feel him melt in your embrace.
But he never forgot you - he couldn’t.
Everything surrounding him reminded him of you.
Even a little kitten.
"Aren't you a cute one?" he whispered, playing with the black kitten that weaseled it's way through wired gates.
His fingers gingerly played with the fur of the kitten, earning a small purr from the cute animal. Suna, now sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, placed the kitten on his lap. Almost on instinct, the kitten pressed its back onto the middle blocker's lap while its paws gripped on the locket on his chain.
"Smart one, too," he chuckled.
His eyes saddened, looking at the locket the kitten so desperately tried to grip.
"She loved animals, too - she would've loved you as much as I adore you, cutie," he said, eyes beginning to tear.
The kitten then pressed its cheek onto Suna's sides, trying to cheer him up. Small whimpers left the small animal as if it was crying for him.
"Its scary how much you remind me of her, you know? Your little paws give the same feeling I get when she was around me, holding my hand as we made those stupid jokes," he said, examining the little paw of the kitten.
"That little sparkle in your eyes remind me of how brightly her eyes shined when she talked about things that she was passionate about - and yes, she wouldn’t let you leave the conversation without you agreeing with her," he said, cupping the kitten's face in his hands.
"She comforted me wherever I cried - even when I had those moments where I hated any form of physical contact, she'd force herself on my lap and sleep off."
The kitten rubbed its head on Suna's shirt, snuggling even closer to him.
"How I wish to just hear her voice again..."
But you were just a ghost - a lost soul wandering around their lover filled with regret.
I'm really sorry to those who've sent their asks for the unknown event ;-; college work has really been piling up, and I'm thinking of entering a semi-hiatus ;-;
Its spooky time geheheehehe :3 (also pat me on the back for posting 2 fics in a day tqvm >w<)
Tags: Siren! Inumaki x Gender Neutral Reader, Angst, Fluff, Minor Cussing, Depiction of Suicide, Maki Zen'in being a queen, multiple failed attempts at being funny.
Synopsis: A failed suicide attempt leads y/n into the hands of Maki and Toge; two abandoned orphans who just so happen to be a Mermaid and a Siren. In exchange from saving Y/N, they ask them to help them live. (Sorry this took so long to get out :~:)
WC: 2000
Navigation for my blog is here!
The oceans swiftly pushed against the soft grains of gold-painted sand, your feet slowly succumbing to the warmth enveloping you. It fell deeper and deeper into the ground, the cold water now brushing against your calves. You watched as the cold wind brushed against your skin on this impromptu rendezvous, the leaves of the willow tree a few metres away dancing along with the soft drums of the wind.
You wished you could express how you felt in that very moment, but you can't - it was such a mismatch of feelings no amount of words would ever be enough.
The pain of knowing nothing awaited you the minute you step back from the grainy sand slowly consumed you, the waves moving closer to you than before.
The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your calves now reaching your thighs.
The joy of knowing you were meeting the end of such an excruciatingly painful life swelled, tears of joy slowly finding their place against your cheek painted blue and purple. Your hands, eager to feel the difference in textures between the ocean and the sand, slowly reached for that intriguing border.
The rough yet soft intensity of the sand slowly embedded itself in your mind as the soft and silky feels of the water barely surrounded your five fingers.
The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your thighs now reaching your hips.
You stood up tall, enjoying how the ends of your shirt were now lifted thanks to water buoyancy. It made you feel like a princess - how they'd lift the ends of the skirts when bowing down to greet anyone in those princess movies you used to watch.
You reminisced those few moments you had as a kid - a kid who knew nothing but the wonders of Disney and Mattel, how you'd run around your house with a Nerf gun to "shoot those deemed unworthy by the law".
Where did 'that' you go? The innocent one?
It was just 10 years ago when you carried that toy, just ten years.
The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your hips now reaching your chest.
This warmth that now enveloped you wholly; when was the last time you felt it? - Just a mere embrace, just a hug. Why were you deprived of the littlest of things?
Why were you painted in blue, black and purple when the others have painted the colours of the warmest of skies and the coldest of nights? Why did you have to seek out such a love, but only receive the once cold waters as your only form of comfort?
It was a cruel, unjust world. Others were entranced by the facade painted for them while you were dealt the worst cards one could imagine.
The tides were rising, the waters that once only reached your lips now reached your lips.
How befitting you spend the last moments in your life in the water, letting it slowly take you in. Not a ripple to be seen, but the Moon's reflection broken into wavy strips.
With one last breath, you let yourself give in.
Each breath got slower and slower.
And then it stopped.
You felt a pair of arms wrap around you, trying to pull you out, but you couldn't care less.
The warmth of the ocean was all you needed.
"Let me sleep," you thought to yourself as your consciousness left you.
.
.
.
You woke up against the sand, your wet hair encrusted with those golden grains. A sense of disappointment filled within you.
Your plan failed - miserably.
Just for once, you wanted to leave just like everybody wanted you to.
It was going to be such a peaceful way of leaving, and someone just had to ruin it.
"If you wanted to die so badly, why die like that? It's not very human-like of you," said the mermaid before you, her tail barely touching the water.
"I am high, aren't I?"
"No, you are very much sober. I really am a mermaid, and that fella over there," she points to the Merman on the huge rock, "Saved your life."
"I am sorry, ma'am - I think something happened to me while I was in the water. I am pretty high and I heard you say that you were a mermaid and hallucinated a Merman sitting on that rock."
"Geez, you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" The green-haired lady said, pushing herself towards you.
"I am a fucking mermaid - sorry - a hot mermaid," she said, pointing at her tail.
...holy shit.
"Toge! Come over here, you dipshit," she shouted at the white-haired male.
"I'm Maki - a female Mermaid who has to take care of a Merman. The Merman I'm taking care of is Toge," she pointed at the Merman beside him.
"He can't speak - well, he can if he wants someone here to do something. He is a rare breed; Sirens. He can force anyone to do anything he wants if he gives them a command of some sort," she explains.
He nods as he looks at your shocked expression.
"Look at what you've done, Toge - she isn't talking at all, now," she said, annoyed.
He stares at her blankly, letting her know how he feels. She instantly glares at him and hits the back of his head.
Without him talking, he can actually converse with her, huh?
"Why are Siren's rare?"
"Oh! She speaks," she says, smirking.
"They're rare because they aren't meant to exist - at least not in this day and age. Sirens were either killed by Merfolk or killed by humans back when our existence was known to all. Both humans and merfolk didn't like the powers Sirens have, and decided to exterminate them before they could even try using their gifts."
She looks at Toge, examining his expression.
"He was born a Merman but became a Siren when he was young. His family threatened to kill him, so he ran away. We both were - what do you guys call it… Orphans? Yeah, orphans - until we met each other and we've been inseparable since."
"And what does this have to do with me?" You question.
"You, my dear human, are going to help us not die. Ironic, isn't it?
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.
.
Soon, both of them became an irreplaceable part of your mundane life. The soft hums of their breathing as they slept beside you in your bed are now forever embedded in your thoughts - so much so you can’t sleep without it. You couldn’t think of a life without their daily antics - how Toge would press on Maki’s cheeks with his chopsticks while waiting for you to serve them food, how Maki would fling herself onto you when she wanted your hugs, how they both would force you to sit down when they washed up after meals - every single thing they did made that much of a difference.
They gave you the will to live again; to live for them.
You felt a pat on your shoulder, slender fingers slowly pressing in the crook of your neck.
“Everything good, Toge?”
He nodded, yet his expression didn’t say the same.
You patted your lap, signalling him to lie down on it.
“You aren’t that heavy, Toge. Besides, most of the couch would be doing the heavy lifting,” you joked.
In an instant, the silent male pressed his head against your lap and raised your hand to his head of white hair. You smirked, understanding what he was asking of you.
"You're more of a dog than a fish person."
He closed his eyes as he focused on how your slender fingers played with the strands of his hair. Each thin line reminded you of how soft his hair was, and how lovely it looked under the Sun. It made you wonder how it would have looked under the ocean's blue hues. You imagined it would shine even brighter than it did right now - even more than it did under the Sun, even.
Your eyes then focused on his soft lips. It looked so beautiful it was a sin that it never let any words leave its lips - only small hums and yelps. It was the perfect shade of red to compliment his pale, milky white skin.
How was he supposed to be something sinister? He looked like an angel.
Even the small tattoos on his cheeks did nothing but make him cuter.
"I'm surprised you're falling so hard for a dude you met a few days ago, Y/N - never struck you as the 'hopelessly in love' type," snickered Maki.
You shot out of your trance, glaring at the Veridian-haired female.
"Maki, stop it."
"Damn, you aren't denying it. Toge got lucky, I guess."
She headed back to your room, a skip in her step evident.
Its spooky time geheheehehe :3 (also pat me on the back for posting 2 fics in a day tqvm >w<)
Tags: Siren! Inumaki x Gender Neutral Reader, Angst, Fluff, Minor Cussing, Depiction of Suicide, Maki Zen'in being a queen, multiple failed attempts at being funny.
Synopsis: A failed suicide attempt leads y/n into the hands of Maki and Toge; two abandoned orphans who just so happen to be a Mermaid and a Siren. In exchange from saving Y/N, they ask them to help them live. (Sorry this took so long to get out :~:)
WC: 2000
Navigation for my blog is here!
Gentle reminder that this story does touch depression and suicide. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, please don't force yourself to read.
The oceans swiftly pushed against the soft grains of gold-painted sand, your feet slowly succumbing to the warmth enveloping you. It fell deeper and deeper into the ground, the cold water now brushing against your calves. You watched as the cold wind brushed against your skin on this impromptu rendezvous, the leaves of the willow tree a few metres away dancing along with the soft drums of the wind.
You wished you could express how you felt in that very moment, but you can't - it was such a mismatch of feelings no amount of words would ever be enough.
The pain of knowing nothing awaited you the minute you step back from the grainy sand slowly consumed you, the waves moving closer to you than before.
The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your calves now reaching your thighs.
The joy of knowing you were meeting the end of such an excruciatingly painful life swelled, tears of joy slowly finding their place against your cheek painted blue and purple. Your hands, eager to feel the difference in textures between the ocean and the sand, slowly reached for that intriguing border.
The rough yet soft intensity of the sand slowly embedded itself in your mind as the soft and silky feels of the water barely surrounded your five fingers.
The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your thighs now reaching your hips.
You stood up tall, enjoying how the ends of your shirt were now lifted thanks to water buoyancy. It made you feel like a princess - how they'd lift the ends of the skirts when bowing down to greet anyone in those princess movies you used to watch.
You reminisced those few moments you had as a kid - a kid who knew nothing but the wonders of Disney and Mattel, how you'd run around your house with a Nerf gun to "shoot those deemed unworthy by the law".
Where did 'that' you go? The innocent one?
It was just 10 years ago when you carried that toy, just ten years.
The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your hips now reaching your chest.
This warmth that now enveloped you wholly; when was the last time you felt it? - Just a mere embrace, just a hug. Why were you deprived of the littlest of things?
Why were you painted in blue, black and purple when the others have painted the colours of the warmest of skies and the coldest of nights? Why did you have to seek out such a love, but only receive the once cold waters as your only form of comfort?
It was a cruel, unjust world. Others were entranced by the facade painted for them while you were dealt the worst cards one could imagine.
The tides were rising, the waters that once only reached your lips now reached your lips.
How befitting you spend the last moments in your life in the water, letting it slowly take you in. Not a ripple to be seen, but the Moon's reflection broken into wavy strips.
With one last breath, you let yourself give in.
Each breath got slower and slower.
And then it stopped.
You felt a pair of arms wrap around you, trying to pull you out, but you couldn't care less.
The warmth of the ocean was all you needed.
"Let me sleep," you thought to yourself as your consciousness left you.
.
.
.
You woke up against the sand, your wet hair encrusted with those golden grains. A sense of disappointment filled within you.
Your plan failed - miserably.
Just for once, you wanted to leave just like everybody wanted you to.
It was going to be such a peaceful way of leaving, and someone just had to ruin it.
"If you wanted to die so badly, why die like that? It's not very human-like of you," said the mermaid before you, her tail barely touching the water.
"I am high, aren't I?"
"No, you are very much sober. I really am a mermaid, and that fella over there," she points to the Merman on the huge rock, "Saved your life."
"I am sorry, ma'am - I think something happened to me while I was in the water. I am pretty high and I heard you say that you were a mermaid and hallucinated a Merman sitting on that rock."
"Geez, you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" The green-haired lady said, pushing herself towards you.
"I am a fucking mermaid - sorry - a hot mermaid," she said, pointing at her tail.
...holy shit.
"Toge! Come over here, you dipshit," she shouted at the white-haired male.
"I'm Maki - a female Mermaid who has to take care of a Merman. The Merman I'm taking care of is Toge," she pointed at the Merman beside him.
"He can't speak - well, he can if he wants someone here to do something. He is a rare breed; Sirens. He can force anyone to do anything he wants if he gives them a command of some sort," she explains.
He nods as he looks at your shocked expression.
"Look at what you've done, Toge - she isn't talking at all, now," she said, annoyed.
He stares at her blankly, letting her know how he feels. She instantly glares at him and hits the back of his head.
Without him talking, he can actually converse with her, huh?
"Why are Siren's rare?"
"Oh! She speaks," she says, smirking.
"They're rare because they aren't meant to exist - at least not in this day and age. Sirens were either killed by Merfolk or killed by humans back when our existence was known to all. Both humans and merfolk didn't like the powers Sirens have, and decided to exterminate them before they could even try using their gifts."
She looks at Toge, examining his expression.
"He was born a Merman but became a Siren when he was young. His family threatened to kill him, so he ran away. We both were - what do you guys call it… Orphans? Yeah, orphans - until we met each other and we've been inseparable since."
"And what does this have to do with me?" You question.
"You, my dear human, are going to help us not die. Ironic, isn't it?
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.
.
Soon, both of them became an irreplaceable part of your mundane life. The soft hums of their breathing as they slept beside you in your bed are now forever embedded in your thoughts - so much so you can’t sleep without it. You couldn’t think of a life without their daily antics - how Toge would press on Maki’s cheeks with his chopsticks while waiting for you to serve them food, how Maki would fling herself onto you when she wanted your hugs, how they both would force you to sit down when they washed up after meals - every single thing they did made that much of a difference.
They gave you the will to live again; to live for them.
You felt a pat on your shoulder, slender fingers slowly pressing in the crook of your neck.
“Everything good, Toge?”
He nodded, yet his expression didn’t say the same.
You patted your lap, signalling him to lie down on it.
“You aren’t that heavy, Toge. Besides, most of the couch would be doing the heavy lifting,” you joked.
In an instant, the silent male pressed his head against your lap and raised your hand to his head of white hair. You smirked, understanding what he was asking of you.
"You're more of a dog than a fish person."
He closed his eyes as he focused on how your slender fingers played with the strands of his hair. Each thin line reminded you of how soft his hair was, and how lovely it looked under the Sun. It made you wonder how it would have looked under the ocean's blue hues. You imagined it would shine even brighter than it did right now - even more than it did under the Sun, even.
Your eyes then focused on his soft lips. It looked so beautiful it was a sin that it never let any words leave its lips - only small hums and yelps. It was the perfect shade of red to compliment his pale, milky white skin.
How was he supposed to be something sinister? He looked like an angel.
Even the small tattoos on his cheeks did nothing but make him cuter.
"I'm surprised you're falling so hard for a dude you met a few days ago, Y/N - never struck you as the 'hopelessly in love' type," snickered Maki.
You shot out of your trance, glaring at the Veridian-haired female.
"Maki, stop it."
"Damn, you aren't denying it. Toge got lucky, I guess."
She headed back to your room, a skip in her step evident.
hi juju! can i participate in your event! can i choose kirishima from mha?
i got werewolf for the quiz
i use she/they pronouns
my mbti is infp
my sign is sagittarius
a random fact is i'm rlly liking plants rn <3
Someone landed on one of my favourite supernatural beings, didn't she?
I'll gladly do this one for you, Nepho :3 Bringing the Sagittarius energy I love, too! (since I'm also s centaur like you gehehehe) Speaking of plants; my mom has been growing a bunch of vegetables in her garden, and she recently plucked this reaaaaalllly small tomato that I keep fangirling about yes I am fangirling about a tomato
Want a drabble like this? Head to the event's main post to see how!! Here's the link for the past asks :))
"Kiri..." you said, pressing your head deeper into his collarbone, "Please don't leave."
Your hands wrapped around his waist, gripping tightly. You felt Kirishima's anger - it was so rare but it had such a dark power against you. Your wolf whimpered as they felt their mate's anger burning them.
"Why did you not tell me? Did you think I wouldn't love you just because you aren't a human?" He said, anger lacing his words, "Do you think so little of me?"
He gripped the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him.
"I don't fucking care if you were a human or not. I love you for who you are, Y/N - werewolf or not. It just fucking hurts that you thought that I would leave you just because you aren't a human."
"Can you blame me? All my life I've been told to keep this part of me aside. Thanks to every other person having a quirk, I thought I could easily join UA as a student and live my dream as a hero, but apparently I could never hide it."
You forced his hands off of your collar and pushed him away from you, making him hit the wall behind him.
"Every single time I see one of my pack members open up to their friends about them being a werewolf, they're either bullied, ostracized or killed. I didn't want to die, Kirishima - I want to live."
Tears began to drip from your eyes as you stared at the red-haired male before you. His shocked expression said more than his words, the anger you felt from him slowly turning into worry.
"I want to live beside you so bad, Kiri. I want to be worthy of your affection and to be your friend. I want to be your rock - pun unintended," you chuckled.
"I want to be with you so bad it hurts," you ended.
You would never dare to tell him that he was your mate - you know if you told him, he'd be with you out of sympathy. You wanted him to love you without the effects of your mate bond.
That didn't mean it didn't hurt when he had all those other flings. You stood from the side lines while he flung himself to every person he deemed his lover. It hurt when he complained about his past lovers, but it hurt more when he talked about how much he loved them - he even planned his future with a few of them with you as his consultant.
But you never said anything - it was his life to live, and he shall live it the way he wants to.
"You don't need to feel bad, Kiri - I feel it," you said as you walked towards him, "I'm not angry at you."
"I don't know why I am," he said, tearing, "You didn't do anything wrong - you did what you had to do to protect yourself. I don't know why I feel cheated by you - you didn't do anything bad at all."
"Hey, hey, hey," you said, cupping his cheeks and wiping off the stray tears dripping on his cheeks, "Relax, okay?"
He nodded as he pressed his cheeks into your hands, his eyes slowly closing to fully enjoy your warmth.
"No wonder you were always warm," he said, sniffling.
Congrats on the 500 followers, love! - You truly deserve it <3 I haven't been on Tumblr for that long, but I've seen your blog everywhere geheheehee~ Do check out the other writers involved in this collab! <333 Sorry this took so long ;~;
Tags: Suga x gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, minor cursing
Synopsis: You loved Suga and he loved you, but when unexplained things happen, you're bound to make assumptions, right?
WC: 2.04k
I am currently hosting a match-up event! Check it out here <3 I stop taking requests on the 28th, so hurry up before it's too late :3
Persephone was not always “Persephone” - she was once Kore; the Goddess of Spring.
She was the embodiment of grace and beauty who nearly bewitched anyone who dared to steal a glance of her. Her long, wavy hair, her beautiful skin, her everlasting smile - it was all so alluring, enticing.
But she always had a sinister side that grew within her - a demon she carried throughout her life under her protection of Demeter. It demanded blood - to consume the most innocent and leave their entrails for the world to see.
Yet no one knew about it - she hid it.
She hid it until it couldn’t be contained anymore.
Aren’t we all like that? We have such a devilish part within us we are forced to keep in. We shun it and let it grow rampantly within us. It demands aggression, chaos and irreverence - it feeds off the unruly, devilish desires that brews within us. It catalyses it - pushes it to be released.
Yet we’re all still showing our “Kore” - the pure, innocent side of ourselves - and hiding our “Persephone”.
It’s only a matter of time before Persephone came out, so enjoy Kore as much as you can - at least that’s what Suga tried to do.
He tried to be the best he could around you - his thoughts filtered, his words held back. All he wanted you to remember of him was good - the bright, loving persona he built for the people around him to see. He wanted you to remember him as the beacon of hope in your life - to remember all the times he teased you, picked on you and gave you nothing but affection.
He wanted to be Kore; he wanted to be the god of spring and protect his flower as well as he possibly could.
He wanted to hide you from his Persephone; a devil who knew nothing but to scream about how he wanted you to be his and only his. After all, to keep someone so beautiful just to himself was a sin entirely.
But, right now; you in his arms as you focused on the words written in that small book of yours has brought him to the heights of heaven. You were all he knew - your soft voice, your beautiful lips, your amazing smile - it was all written so vividly in his brain he could not forget even if he tried.
You unknowingly tamed the wild beast within him just with a mere touch, a glance and a smile.
“When was the last time we did this?” you said, staring at Suga’s relaxed expression.
“Middle school, I think. The Volleyball Club has seriously taken over our free time, hasn’t it?”
“I still get to stare at you screaming internally about multiple things at the same time, so nothing has changed, really,” you teased.
“And you running around the volleyball court the minute a teacher calls you has been something you’ve done ever since we were kids, dumbass,” he retorted.
“You suck at comebacks, Sugawara Koushi.”
“What do you mean? I am great at comebacks!”
“That lengthy line of yours moments ago proved it, sir.”
He chuckles, ruffling your hair.
“I missed you, love.”
“And I, you.”
Both his Kore and Persephone had already latched onto you, unwilling to let go whatsoever.
.
.
.
It's a curse to pine over someone you could never have, isn’t it?
You’d have to see your loved one go through multiple life experiences holding someone else’s hand, begging to them. You’d have to sit idly by while they basked in a profound love they cultivated and treasured. You’d have to wander aimlessly around them to not feel the pain of their rottingly sweet romance that didn’t involve you in any shape or in any form.
But why was it when you were not in his arms, his thoughts never rang clear in his mind?
All of his fixiations had been stained by you; you’ve left a mark in every single thing he saw.
He thought his moments alone with the soft hums of the wind brushing against his slightly opened window would clear his mind as he processed whatever happened during the day. He wanted to make mental notes of how Hinata brightened up everyone’s day in the volleyball court, how he teased Asahi endlessly or how he made more inside jokes with his fellow captain, but he couldn’t.
All he could remember was the scent of pomegranate that encapsulated you perfectly. So sweet and tangy, but rare to find. How its velvety feel reminded him of how regal you looked and how gracefully you walked.
It is such a small fruit - one bite of its contents and you’re left with a bunch of seeds - but the smell is stained on your fingers, and it is so hard to wash off.
Was that why only pomegranates grew in the depths of Hell? Was it so rare that four seeds left Kore stuck with Hades for four long months?
The sudden urge to hear your voice washed over him.
Just one more minute of your sweet voice would be enough for him to let the midnight’s spell do its magic - just a syllable.
“Jesus, Suga - it’s 3 in the morning.”
Oh, thank God.
“I just needed to hear your voice for a while. I can’t sleep.”
“What were you thinking about?”
You.
“Volleyball. Coach is deciding who to choose as the official setter for our next batch of games.”
“Why are you worried about that at 3 am, sir?” you chuckled.
“I just got the news today, Y/N - and it isn’t the easiest news to stomach.”
“Are you worried about that Kageyama dude stealing your spot?” a worried tone began to fill your words, trying to give me solace.
But you were doing it the minute you picked up that phone call.
“Don’t worry, Y/N - I’m fine with him taking my spot. I’m just wondering how it’s going to be - benched as a third year, you know?”
“Well, you’ll be closer to the seats, and I’ll be at the seat closest to the bench. I’ll even bring snacks you can sneakily eat and all.”
“You better bring tic tacs.”
“Of all the sweets in the world, why a sweet that’s supposed to clean your breath?” you sighed.
“Kill two birds with one stone.”
“And I can’t wait to kill the crow I’m on the phone with.”
“I know you love me, you wouldn’t kill me.”
“I won’t kill you, but a fire I start will.”
“Jesus, Y/N - talking about committing arson at 3am?” I tease.
Yeap, pomegranates.
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.
.
“Wait - you like Suga? What about Michimiya? Don’t you like her, too?” You question Daichi, leaning against the doorframe of the gymnasium.
“I like her as a friend, Y/N. I feel romantic love towards Suga - always have.”
“Are you planning to confess?”
“I was thinking of asking him when we graduate.”
“And waste months you could’ve spent beside him? I seriously think you should just go for it, Daichi. I’m pretty sure Suga has feelings for you, too.”
“You think so?” Daichi’s expression brightens, making you smile.
“Go for it, Captain.”
“Thanks, Y/N - for everything, really. I don’t think I could’ve gained the courage I have now if I didn’t talk to you today,” he bows and runs off.
The minute you saw him leave your vision, something dark began to brew within you. It was violent, dreadful and carnivorous. If it could kill, it would’ve done it by now. It filled your veins, spreading around your whole body. Despite the cold weather, your body felt warm - too hot.
If looks could kill, You would’ve killed Daichi if he stood where he was moments ago.
You hated the feeling - you felt asphyxiated. You felt chained to weights that sunk into the floor, pulling you in.
You wanted to lie to Daichi.
You wanted to crush all his dreams of being with Suga the moment his name coated with sweetness left the captain’s lips.
You wanted to say that the vice-captain despised him with a passion so that his fingers would never dare press against his soft, milky skin.
Yet you couldn’t - you wouldn’t.
Persephone began to grow within you, her blades aching for vengeance.
Long gone was Kore; her maiden name was now sullied with desires.
.
.
.
How befitting for the rain to come tonight, isn't it? Rain meant multiple things in different cultures - abundance, happiness, luck - yet, it played a more devilish role tonight.
It spoke volumes of the pain you were about to feel, and the release of what had culminated within you - what has asphyxiated you for hours and hours on end.
It was the release of your devil, and it wanted to wreck whatever that stood before you.
Suga, however, was not the person you were expecting.
“It finally happened, didn’t it?”
He saw how Daichi smiled at you when he left the hallway - it could only mean one thing, didn’t it?
“I guess you could never love all the good I tried to show you about me - the second-best setter who just knew how to smile while his junior took his spotlight.”
He walked up to you and grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to look at him.
“Of all the people you could’ve fallen for, you fell for my best friend?”
“What do you mean, Suga?”
“I see how you look at Daichi. Anyone can tell you’re fucking head over heels for him.”
His stance, the anger in his eyes, his lips letting harsh words slip through - it said more than he knew.
"What do you mean, Suga? I don’t like him at all."
"Stop lying, Y/N - enough is enough."
The words that left his lips hurt, but all you could think of was the pain he felt keeping it all in.
"It's no shocker, though. You never cared about those around you - all you wanted was the spotlight and nothing else. Fuck all the others, right? All that matters is that you are on the top. No wonder why all your exes hated you."
More than the words that were cutting you like a knife, the way he looked at you hurt.
“I can’t fucking believe I love you.”
You wanted to be happy to hear those words. You wanted to revel in the fact that the person you loved cherished you as much as you did.
But those words that were meant to be doused in Honey only dripped poison.
You didn't feel any form of euphoria - it felt like something slowly murdering you, begging to see you to wither away.
“No - don’t you dare say that you love me after that amazing speech you gave, Suga.”
“Oh look! You’re-”
“You’ve said your piece - let me say mine.”
You walk towards him, sweat dripping from your palms as you face the broken boy in front of you.
“You’ve been nothing but sweet to me, and I am a vermin that doesn’t even deserve to be beside you - much less for over multiple years. You’ve been one of the best things in my life, and if you always thought of me like the bitch I know I am, I would understand why you’d hate me.”
You felt tears fall from your cheeks as the words formed in your head, your thoughts finally voiced.
“But I won’t stand for you making fun of me like this - find someone else to be your punching bag, I didn't volunteer to be it.”
You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes as you turned away from him.
"Daichi likes you, Suga - not me. He wants to confess to you, and he's planning to do it soon. Make sure you say yes, okay? You deserve some good in your life."
“Y/N-”
“I wish you luck after graduation, Suga. You’ve been such an amazing person in these past years. Hopefully, karma works wonders for you.”
The rain you walked in washed away all the tears that fell that night, yet the pain had made its mark.
Congrats on the 500 followers, love! - You truly deserve it <3 I haven't been on Tumblr for that long, but I've seen your blog everywhere geheheehee~ Do check out the other writers involved in this collab! <333 Sorry this took so long ;~;
Tags: Suga x gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, minor cursing
Synopsis: You loved Suga and he loved you, but when unexplained things happen, you're bound to make assumptions, right?
WC: 2.04k
I am currently hosting a match-up event! Check it out here <3 I stop taking requests on the 28th, so hurry up before it's too late :3
Persephone was not always “Persephone” - she was once Kore; the Goddess of Spring.
She was the embodiment of grace and beauty who nearly bewitched anyone who dared to steal a glance of her. Her long, wavy hair, her beautiful skin, her everlasting smile - it was all so alluring, enticing.
But she always had a sinister side that grew within her - a demon she carried throughout her life under her protection of Demeter. It demanded blood - to consume the most innocent and leave their entrails for the world to see.
Yet no one knew about it - she hid it.
She hid it until it couldn’t be contained anymore.
Aren’t we all like that? We have such a devilish part within us we are forced to keep in. We shun it and let it grow rampantly within us. It demands aggression, chaos and irreverence - it feeds off the unruly, devilish desires that brews within us. It catalyses it - pushes it to be released.
Yet we’re all still showing our “Kore” - the pure, innocent side of ourselves - and hiding our “Persephone”.
It’s only a matter of time before Persephone came out, so enjoy Kore as much as you can - at least that’s what Suga tried to do.
He tried to be the best he could around you - his thoughts filtered, his words held back. All he wanted you to remember of him was good - the bright, loving persona he built for the people around him to see. He wanted you to remember him as the beacon of hope in your life - to remember all the times he teased you, picked on you and gave you nothing but affection.
He wanted to be Kore; he wanted to be the god of spring and protect his flower as well as he possibly could.
He wanted to hide you from his Persephone; a devil who knew nothing but to scream about how he wanted you to be his and only his. After all, to keep someone so beautiful just to himself was a sin entirely.
But, right now; you in his arms as you focused on the words written in that small book of yours has brought him to the heights of heaven. You were all he knew - your soft voice, your beautiful lips, your amazing smile - it was all written so vividly in his brain he could not forget even if he tried.
You unknowingly tamed the wild beast within him just with a mere touch, a glance and a smile.
“When was the last time we did this?” you said, staring at Suga’s relaxed expression.
“Middle school, I think. The Volleyball Club has seriously taken over our free time, hasn’t it?”
“I still get to stare at you screaming internally about multiple things at the same time, so nothing has changed, really,” you teased.
“And you running around the volleyball court the minute a teacher calls you has been something you’ve done ever since we were kids, dumbass,” he retorted.
“You suck at comebacks, Sugawara Koushi.”
“What do you mean? I am great at comebacks!”
“That lengthy line of yours moments ago proved it, sir.”
He chuckles, ruffling your hair.
“I missed you, love.”
“And I, you.”
Both his Kore and Persephone had already latched onto you, unwilling to let go whatsoever.
.
.
.
It's a curse to pine over someone you could never have, isn’t it?
You’d have to see your loved one go through multiple life experiences holding someone else’s hand, begging to them. You’d have to sit idly by while they basked in a profound love they cultivated and treasured. You’d have to wander aimlessly around them to not feel the pain of their rottingly sweet romance that didn’t involve you in any shape or in any form.
But why was it when you were not in his arms, his thoughts never rang clear in his mind?
All of his fixiations had been stained by you; you’ve left a mark in every single thing he saw.
He thought his moments alone with the soft hums of the wind brushing against his slightly opened window would clear his mind as he processed whatever happened during the day. He wanted to make mental notes of how Hinata brightened up everyone’s day in the volleyball court, how he teased Asahi endlessly or how he made more inside jokes with his fellow captain, but he couldn’t.
All he could remember was the scent of pomegranate that encapsulated you perfectly. So sweet and tangy, but rare to find. How its velvety feel reminded him of how regal you looked and how gracefully you walked.
It is such a small fruit - one bite of its contents and you’re left with a bunch of seeds - but the smell is stained on your fingers, and it is so hard to wash off.
Was that why only pomegranates grew in the depths of Hell? Was it so rare that four seeds left Kore stuck with Hades for four long months?
The sudden urge to hear your voice washed over him.
Just one more minute of your sweet voice would be enough for him to let the midnight’s spell do its magic - just a syllable.
“Jesus, Suga - it’s 3 in the morning.”
Oh, thank God.
“I just needed to hear your voice for a while. I can’t sleep.”
“What were you thinking about?”
You.
“Volleyball. Coach is deciding who to choose as the official setter for our next batch of games.”
“Why are you worried about that at 3 am, sir?” you chuckled.
“I just got the news today, Y/N - and it isn’t the easiest news to stomach.”
“Are you worried about that Kageyama dude stealing your spot?” a worried tone began to fill your words, trying to give me solace.
But you were doing it the minute you picked up that phone call.
“Don’t worry, Y/N - I’m fine with him taking my spot. I’m just wondering how it’s going to be - benched as a third year, you know?”
“Well, you’ll be closer to the seats, and I’ll be at the seat closest to the bench. I’ll even bring snacks you can sneakily eat and all.”
“You better bring tic tacs.”
“Of all the sweets in the world, why a sweet that’s supposed to clean your breath?” you sighed.
“Kill two birds with one stone.”
“And I can’t wait to kill the crow I’m on the phone with.”
“I know you love me, you wouldn’t kill me.”
“I won’t kill you, but a fire I start will.”
“Jesus, Y/N - talking about committing arson at 3am?” I tease.
Yeap, pomegranates.
.
.
.
“Wait - you like Suga? What about Michimiya? Don’t you like her, too?” You question Daichi, leaning against the doorframe of the gymnasium.
“I like her as a friend, Y/N. I feel romantic love towards Suga - always have.”
“Are you planning to confess?”
“I was thinking of asking him when we graduate.”
“And waste months you could’ve spent beside him? I seriously think you should just go for it, Daichi. I’m pretty sure Suga has feelings for you, too.”
“You think so?” Daichi’s expression brightens, making you smile.
“Go for it, Captain.”
“Thanks, Y/N - for everything, really. I don’t think I could’ve gained the courage I have now if I didn’t talk to you today,” he bows and runs off.
The minute you saw him leave your vision, something dark began to brew within you. It was violent, dreadful and carnivorous. If it could kill, it would’ve done it by now. It filled your veins, spreading around your whole body. Despite the cold weather, your body felt warm - too hot.
If looks could kill, You would’ve killed Daichi if he stood where he was moments ago.
You hated the feeling - you felt asphyxiated. You felt chained to weights that sunk into the floor, pulling you in.
You wanted to lie to Daichi.
You wanted to crush all his dreams of being with Suga the moment his name coated with sweetness left the captain’s lips.
You wanted to say that the vice-captain despised him with a passion so that his fingers would never dare press against his soft, milky skin.
Yet you couldn’t - you wouldn’t.
Persephone began to grow within you, her blades aching for vengeance.
Long gone was Kore; her maiden name was now sullied with desires.
.
.
.
How befitting for the rain to come tonight, isn't it? Rain meant multiple things in different cultures - abundance, happiness, luck - yet, it played a more devilish role tonight.
It spoke volumes of the pain you were about to feel, and the release of what had culminated within you - what has asphyxiated you for hours and hours on end.
It was the release of your devil, and it wanted to wreck whatever that stood before you.
Suga, however, was not the person you were expecting.
“It finally happened, didn’t it?”
He saw how Daichi smiled at you when he left the hallway - it could only mean one thing, didn’t it?
“I guess you could never love all the good I tried to show you about me - the second-best setter who just knew how to smile while his junior took his spotlight.”
He walked up to you and grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to look at him.
“Of all the people you could’ve fallen for, you fell for my best friend?”
“What do you mean, Suga?”
“I see how you look at Daichi. Anyone can tell you’re fucking head over heels for him.”
His stance, the anger in his eyes, his lips letting harsh words slip through - it said more than he knew.
"What do you mean, Suga? I don’t like him at all."
"Stop lying, Y/N - enough is enough."
The words that left his lips hurt, but all you could think of was the pain he felt keeping it all in.
"It's no shocker, though. You never cared about those around you - all you wanted was the spotlight and nothing else. Fuck all the others, right? All that matters is that you are on the top. No wonder why all your exes hated you."
More than the words that were cutting you like a knife, the way he looked at you hurt.
“I can’t fucking believe I love you.”
You wanted to be happy to hear those words. You wanted to revel in the fact that the person you loved cherished you as much as you did.
But those words that were meant to be doused in Honey only dripped poison.
You didn't feel any form of euphoria - it felt like something slowly murdering you, begging to see you to wither away.
“No - don’t you dare say that you love me after that amazing speech you gave, Suga.”
“Oh look! You’re-”
“You’ve said your piece - let me say mine.”
You walk towards him, sweat dripping from your palms as you face the broken boy in front of you.
“You’ve been nothing but sweet to me, and I am a vermin that doesn’t even deserve to be beside you - much less for over multiple years. You’ve been one of the best things in my life, and if you always thought of me like the bitch I know I am, I would understand why you’d hate me.”
You felt tears fall from your cheeks as the words formed in your head, your thoughts finally voiced.
“But I won’t stand for you making fun of me like this - find someone else to be your punching bag, I didn't volunteer to be it.”
You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes as you turned away from him.
"Daichi likes you, Suga - not me. He wants to confess to you, and he's planning to do it soon. Make sure you say yes, okay? You deserve some good in your life."
“Y/N-”
“I wish you luck after graduation, Suga. You’ve been such an amazing person in these past years. Hopefully, karma works wonders for you.”
The rain you walked in washed away all the tears that fell that night, yet the pain had made its mark.
The world is a vast, mysterious place filled with questions to find and answers to discover. The question is; are you willing to search for your answers?
Hello! This is a small event I'm hosting for spooky month :3 What I'll be doing is I will write a small drabble (500 words max) about your relationship with your significant other, but with a supernatural twist :)) You get to decide who's the spooky one in this relationship >:3
-> 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 (previous entries)
There is a few things I would like to address before I continue with this;
¹ This is a SFW blog - any NSFW requests will be deleted immediately.
² I will take time to write your drabbles. Luckily, my sem break is starting soon, but I like to take time when writing anything. Rushing it usually ends with me not liking what I post, so let me take my time with writing it. I will definitely post it by Nov 1, though!
³ This is a very impromptu event, so if something isn't clearly mentioned here, you can either send me a DM or send me an ask. I'll reply ASAP.
⁴ I will be only accepting asks from the 6th of October until the 28th of October.
How does the event work?
Pretty simple, actually. What you've got to do is
¹ Do the quiz linked below.
Quiz link: < What Creature of Lore Are You? >
You get to decide if you or your significant other is the supernatural being :)) just make sure to tell me. If you don't, I will just assume you wanted to be the supernatural one XD
² Pick one anime character from the animes below;
Haikyū!!
Boku No Hero Academia
Attack on Titan
Jujutsu Kaisen
Hunter x Hunter
Tokyo Revengers
Kuroko's Basketball
Toilet Bound Hanako Kun
Moriarty the Patriot
Noragami
Kamisama Hajimemashita
³ Finally, send me an ask with your choices and
Your preferred pronouns
Your MBTI
Your Star Sign (Sun, Moon, and Rising, if you know them)
A random fact about yourself (I might add it in :33 )
-> 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 (previous entries)
I'll have a masterlist of all the asks I've received once I begin posting them! I'll link it here, too.
Thanks for all the support you've given this blog - it sincerely means a lot to me <3
