Oct 21, 2019
“your notes are just doodles.”
“...I write in hieroglyphics...” Denki mumbled under his breath, embarrassed.
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“your notes are just doodles.”
“...I write in hieroglyphics...” Denki mumbled under his breath, embarrassed.
*insert cruise ship for all our ships here*
//MOAR!!!
what are you most looking forward to with your new place alone with bakugou?
“Honestly I think I’m just excited for some normalcy and lack of drama...”
Being somewhere Izzy doesn’t know about wouldn’t hurt either.
//to the anons concerned about the body swap thing it was all discussed between muns before hand I was not attacked. Plz chill I’m fine
The ordeal over, the blonde came back to his husband to be. He was already trying to smooth hands over the other's face and look him over for any burns or marks. "I'm sorry, Sho. I've had some awkward shit happen lately."
“Gorgeous...” Sho stirred and smiled up at his lover and fiancé, leaning up to brush their noses together affectionately. The only sign of burns being barely there sparkler marks on his right arm.
“I’m kind of used to your episodes at this point, you feeling alright now?”
Toshiro may seem sweet and nice now, but he's barely hanging by a thread-- Push him too far and he's ready to snap.
“I’m aware...but he loves me. We both need each other. Set backs happen in any relationship...” Sho sighs and rubs his face. “I would die for him...I fucked up once but I won’t again.”
How pure are you?
“...wish I could say I was surprised??”
℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word
Smashed. Neck broken, hanging literally by the strings, with a crack running up the body straight across the bridge. Jase felt like a little piece of him died when he saw Olivia in such poor shape. If it had been Saf or Freddie he might have understood - probably would have killed them - but it was Harry of all people. How could he be mad at Harry! The brunette treated his drums like his children, there’s no way he’d hurt a fly. He certainly wouldn’t hurt Olivia or by extension Jase. But there he sat with the splintered guitar in his hands knowing without a doubt this day was going to hell because Harry killed her.
He didn’t know where the arms came from and frankly he didn’t care. Jase sank into the embrace with a sigh. “Would it be weird to bury a guitar? Olivia and I have been through a lot together.”