#actually tbf it's canon that he sleeps with his eyes open so you do have option number three as well

[hopelesshawks]

WOAH WOAH is your MHA reqs open?? So I wanted to request a Todoroki x Reader Angst where Todoroki sees his s/o getting stabbed by a villain with countless sharp spears like in Chiaki’s death video in danganronpa along with 1-A and just loses it? I’m sorry I’m craving for angst rn ✨✨ also love your writing and remember to stay safe <33 💕💗

My requests are open yes!! I have actually missed receiving them (and tbf I’m prolly not getting them because I’m doing daily updates on History of Us hahaha). So thanks for the request anon. I’m also really touched that you love my writing 🥰 I hope this lives up to your impression of me!

I had never seen danganropa but I just looked up what you were talking about and w o w I am in ✨pain✨ 🥲 I’ve got you anon. It’s going to hurt but I got you. Did I drag out (y/n)’s last words? Yes. Would they realistically already have died before saying all that I have them say? Probably. But this is fanfic and if movie writers can do it then goddamn it so can I!

CW for angst, somewhat graphic description of major character injury and death (reader), non-major character death, and canon typical violence

Nothing has been the same since the fall of the hero commission and the loss of faith in the Symbol of Peace’s generation of heroes. It’s been two years since Shigaraki wreaked havoc and Dabi exposed Endeavor’s crimes. As pros unused to that level of violence retired or quit, hero class students have been forced to step up and fill in the spaces they left behind. As a result, even as their faith in the pros waned, the public started to see the students as a beacon of hope. All Might, they whisper, spoiled the current generation of heroes. They argue that Endeavor is now too old to keep up, that Hawks and Mirko are too burdened by their mentors’ failures, and all the heroes aged in between are too used to the relative peace of the golden era to be effective. These current students though? Students like the famous UA hero class A, now third years who’ve already seen so much? They are the new hope. They’d grown up in the fires of a post-symbol of peace era and as such they are the only ones who can drag society out of it. It would be flattering if not for the overwhelming pressure that comes along with it.

Shoto thinks he would have been crushed beneath that pressure if not for you.

The two of you had started growing close your first year during the provisional license exam make up classes. Spending so much additional time together over the weekend had allowed Shoto to slowly open up to you until a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Even still, both of you had secretly yearned for something more. It was only after the destruction of Jaku City and the Todoroki family secrets were aired to the whole of Japan that the two of you finally acted on your feelings. You’d been such a source of support for him afterwards that eventually he hadn’t been able or willing to hold back any longer and had confessed his feelings to you late one night in the dorms. The two of you have been together ever since and fully intend to open a hero agency together after graduation. He knows the two of you are still young but sometimes when he looks at you with your blinding smile or when you’re sleeping peacefully beside him, he swears he can hear wedding bells. If the civilians of Japan can consistently forget how young you all are as they urge you to take over for the pros, then it seems only fair he should be able to forget too.

His mother was ecstatic when he asked her about engagement rings. Endeavor had said it was too early, that marriage is too large a commitment to make at 18 years old, but Shoto insisted and eventually a compromise was reached. He’ll wait until after graduation but then he’s determined to make you his forever and always.

It’s an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon in the dorms when Iida and Momo get an urgent distress signal to gather the entirety of the class and head into the city. A large group of ragtag criminals, determined to become the next League of Villains, is terrorizing Musutafu and the number of casualties is climbing rapidly. The other heroes usually responsible for that area had been called away to handle a different disaster and all attempts made by the civilians to defend themselves had only led to more chaos. The entire class mobilized in seconds. Calls like this aren’t uncommon now. The villains have been banding together more and their bloodlust seems to have grown exponentially with civilians’ continued lack of trust in the current pros. By the time you all arrive to the scene there’s no time to waste. “Be careful,” you tell Shoto, carefully running a hand through his hair before resting it on his cheek. He brings his hand up to cover yours before promising, “I will.” He presses a kiss to your palm but before he can do more Bakugo sharply barks “Hurry it up lovebirds we got a fucking job to do!” before racing off. You both know he’s right. “I love you,” you tell Shoto. “Love you too,” he promises before you both steel yourselves and then take off into the fray.

It’s an absolutely grueling battle. Every time someone takes one villain down, another comes to take their place. “Pinky! On your left!” you call out, causing your classmate to sharply turn. Mina just manages to dodge a punch one of the villains throws her way and swiftly counteracts with an attack of her own, calling out a thanks. There’s no time to breathe though and almost as soon as you’re done warning Mina, you have to dive in to keep another villain off Ojiro’s back. It’s chaotic but slowly you’re starting to pick away the forces as many of the remaining villains start fleeing. Once it looks like they’ve all retreated you instinctively look for Shoto, having not seen him since the fighting had properly started. You catch sight of him and heave a sigh of relief. You call out his name to catch his attention and although he initially offers you a soft smile you notice his eyes suddenly widen. “(Y/n) behind you!” he calls out.

Every moment after that seems to happen in slow motion.

You turn around just in time for a spear to fire clean through your shoulder, knocking you off balance. You start to fall backwards but before you can even hit the ground at least a dozen more rise up from the asphalt and impale your body. You hear Shoto’s broken cry of your name but it sounds so distant to you. After a moment stuck in place the spears suddenly drop back into the ground. Shoto is next to you in a second, pulling your broken body close as you bleed out. One of your other classmates tries to call for medical support but all he can focus on is you and the sheer amount of blood you’re losing. Shoto knows his training. He knows that when a victim has been stabbed it’s crucial to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, but how can he when there’s so many fucking wounds. “You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok.” He says it over and over again like a mantra. It’s both a plea to you and a desperate attempt to deny the harsh reality that the love of his life is bleeding out in his arms.

You press a bloody hand to his cheek, looking lovingly up at the man you’d do anything for, and shush him quietly. “Sho,” you rasp, voice already weak as your body tries and fails to cope with your injuries. “Don’t,” he warns. “Sho, baby, look at me,” you try again but he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tightly as tears start to run down his cheeks. “Please?” you ask and he can’t deny you, never could, so he opens his eyes and looks down at your glossy ones as you fight to stay awake just a little bit longer. “There they are. I always did love your eyes,” you tell him wistfully as your thumb strokes his cheek, smearing your blood there, though you don’t seem to notice. “You can’t leave me. You have to be ok,” he whispers but you shake your head. You can already feel yourself fading and with medical attention still several minutes out at least you know there’s no fixing this. “I need you to promise me something,” you tell him. “Anything,” he replies immediately and it brings a sad smile to your blood stained lips. “Promise you’ll find someone else after me,” you say and the scandalized look on his face would have probably made you laugh under different circumstances. “You’ve got too much love to give to let it die with me,” you tell him but he shakes his head again. “I could never love anyone else like I love you,” he swears and he means it with every fiber of his being. You chuckle wetly. “You always were stubborn. Fine, then promise to never forget me,” you compromise, tears welling in your own eyes now too. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” he swears before leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips. He can taste the tang of iron and feel your tears and his mingling on your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips as he pulls away, but for the first time since he first said the words to you, you don’t say them back. “(Y/n)? Baby, I love you,” he tries again, pulling back to look at you properly now. Your eyes remain shut, your hand falling limp from his cheek, and when he looks to your chest the rise and fall of it has ceased.

Devastation claws up through him like a rabid animal, tearing him apart as his whole world shatters around him. He feels his grief like a physical ache in his chest, radiating out to each of his limbs as if every cell of his body is violently rejecting the fact that you’re gone. “Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asks cautiously, putting a gentle hand on Shoto’s shoulder. Shoto’s head snaps up as he cradles you closer, as if scared your body will be taken away from him too. Before Midoriya can say whatever he was going to, Denki’s voice cuts through the tense silence. “I got him!” he crows, shoving the villain down to the ground in front of his classmates. Shoto’s eyes land on the villain and instantly his grief twists into a searing rage. He gently lays your body down but his eyes are cold and lethal as he stares down the man that took you away from him. Midoriya realizes what’s happening a beat too late and by the time he reaches out to grab Shoto, the grief stricken man has already launched himself at the villain and grasped hold of him. His right hand closes around the man’s throat, ice wrapping around it like a vice grip. He’s vaguely aware of his classmates calling his name but he doesn’t care. This man stole the love of his life from him. For that he will pay. Before Todoroki can finish the job he’s suddenly being yanked back by Midoriya and Bakugo. “Let go of me!” he demands as he fights against their hold, ignoring their warnings and empty platitudes. He manages to wrench his left arm free for a brief moment and that’s all he needs. His flames shoot out, preventing Midoriya from getting a good hold of him again, and the man who murdered you goes up in flame. His howls of pain echo around the buildings around them but the sound is music to Shoto’s ears. Let him suffer. It’s a fate he deserves.

His classmates watch on in stunned horror until the villain is burned down to ash. As his flames die out so too does all the fight seem to drain from Shoto as the crushing grief returns. Bakugo let’s him go once it’s clear he’s not a threat anymore and Shoto uses his freedom to drag himself back over to your lifeless body. It’s not fair. You’re so young. He’s so young. Why was this fight even you all’s responsibility in the first place? He’s been excitedly planning his proposal to you for weeks. Now he’ll have to plan a funeral. The thought makes him physically ill and he has to turn to the side as bile climbs up his throat and he retches onto the asphalt beside him.

How is he supposed to go on without you?

Midoriya returns a hand to his shoulder as the paramedics finally arrive. It’s too late. Far too late. One of them approaches cautiously and like a dog protecting his master Shoto immediately lashes out. “Don’t you fucking touch them,” he warns, eyes cold and voice lethal. The paramedic jerks backwards, his hands up in surrender, as he cautiously looks to the other class A students for advice. They have none. They’ve never seen Todoroki like this. They can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. It’s Eijirou who steps up in the end. He approaches Shoto carefully, as if his classmate is a feral animal, before kneeling down to his level. “They need to take (y/n) to the hospital on that stretcher over there,” Kirishima tells him carefully, jerking his head in the direction of the waiting ambulance. “Can you carry them there for the paramedics?” he asks. Shoto stares at Kirishima blankly as if trying to process his words before slowly nodding. “Ok. Let’s go then, yea?” Kiri asks. Another nod in response before Shoto carefully gathers you into his arms. He ignores the way your body has already started to go cold as he carries you over to the stretcher. He tries to pretend they’re just rushing you to the hospital, that they’re speeding you over to recovery girl and in a few hours time you’ll be tired but cheery, teasing him for being so worried about nothing. But as he lays you down and then watches them zip you up into a black bag, he knows it’s a hopeless fantasy. You’re gone and you’re never coming back.

A few days later he sits in a black suit with a black tie and a silver chain carrying an engagement ring around his neck. He leans against Fuyumi, who sits on his left side, while his mother grasps tightly onto his right hand. Behind him Natsuo rests a steady hand on his shoulder. His father hovers nearby, unsure how best to offer his support or if his support would even be welcome. They are the only thing that keeps Shoto from falling apart. When the time comes, he stands on shaky legs and approaches your open casket. At first he’d been insistent he wouldn’t look, but his mother had argued his last image of you shouldn’t be your broken body, riddled with holes. So he looks down at you, pieced back together by some mortician, lying motionless in the nicest outfit you own and he traces every detail of you. He tries to patch over the memory of you broken on the ground that haunts him every night since it’s happened with this image of you now. He pictures all of the good and beautiful moments you’ve shared together, let’s them swell in his chest until they’re too large to contain and pour out of him through his silent tears. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your too cold forehead and mumbles to you again his final promise:

“I love you, (y/n). I’ll never forget you.”

[justanotherblonde]

first lines meme~

got tagged by my pal @tropical-gothic and this turned out to be pretty fun!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening lines.

Then tag 10 authors! 

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in doing this i discovered that i write pretty decent opening lines, although there’s a method to my madness, lol: if it’s not weather or sunlight, it’s hooking dialogue. there’s a clear winner in terms of favourites😂:

"Take your clothes off."

Read the rest below the cut!

I tag @33-001 (if you’d like to play, no pressure), @jacarandabanyan, @thatshipcat (i think you’ve been tagged plenty and i know you’re busy, but it’s fun! when you get a moment!) and actually i’m gonna just keep tagging the peeps who haven’t done it yet: @foriamproud, @awintersrose, @anon-omatopoeia, @zombie-honeymoon, @pain-somnia, @angededesespoir, and also @maiikawriter 😊

oky so i started doing this according to kudos, then i checked the post again and it said “last 20”, so now i try again… in order from most recent (which means all me SasoDei Week updates are at the top):

1. I’m Not Sleeping In That Bed With You (OroSaso canon-verse one[ish]-shot)

“Remind me again why we’re conducting a recon mission in the middle of this village’s busiest festival season?” Sasori muttered out of the side of his mouth as he walked alongside Orochimaru—or at least, he tried to remain at his partner’s side: the square was teeming with people.

2. Home (android!Sasori & baby!Sasori sci-fi AU)

A blast of gritty desert wind whipped through Sasori's robes and forced him to close his eyes.

3. The Method in the Madness (SasoDei Victorian serial killer AU)

"Midnight is hardly the hour to be inviting someone over for tea, milady, mn."

4. A Moment in Which: That Which is Most Important Remains Unsaid (SasoDei canon-verse, survived!AU one-shot [tbf my canon-verse stuff can all be taken as part of a series])

"Danna!"

Sasori paused. His sandals slid on the sandy trail as he turned to face Deidara.

"What is it?"

5. Lunch Break (SasoDei shop owner AU, modern AU, food and photography)

The handsome redheaded customer was back.

6. Together, Beautiful (SasoDei, PWP one-shot, set in my A Lifetime of Moments-verse)

"Take your clothes off."

7. It’s Valentine’s Day, Stupid (SasoDei, Chinese high school AU one-shot)

“What is this?” Sasori could not believe his eyes.

Deidara, class clown, class idiot, the fool who liked to strut around Dawn High School calling himself Sasori’s rival… stood before him, two hands extended, offering him a box of chocolates.

8. First Sight, Second Thoughts (canon-verse SasoDei one-shot)

Sasori looked through Hiruko’s eyes once more at the snow storm which enveloped them.

9. Remember, Remember… (SasoDei, part 18 of my series A Lifetime of Moments – this one is currently updating! contains lots of Uchiha Drama, my modern AU adaptation of Sasuke trying to kill Itachi)

“Picking up your girlfriend, dear?” a little granny wheezed beside Deidara’s elbow, causing him to jump half a step to the left. Where had she come from?! To be fair, he was standing in the center of the train station’s busy concourse…

10. solo mission, winter in kaminari no kuni (Shino-centric one-shot)

He’d never experienced a winter quite like this.

11. Laundry Day (Akatsuki domestic fluff – my new fav genre)

Calm sea, warm sunlight, blue sky, white clouds and a gentle breeze: it was a picture perfect day outside the hideout.

12. Paws, Play, Relax, Unwind (Akatsuki domestic fluff)

It was raining when Sasori returned to the hideout in Amegakure. It was always raining.

13. Conquest of Spaces (sci-fi AU, android!Sasori/Deidara, same AU as Home)

Every so often on their way to a mission, Sasori would bring the ship out of hyperdrive and let it “drift” through deep space.

14. Broken in the Rain (ItaDei, part 17 of my series A Lifetime of Moments)

The warehouse was growing dim. Deidara stood, stretched, and flicked on the lights. He and Itachi had been working on kintsugi all afternoon after morning classes let out.

~skipping the text fic, but you can read it here: Interlude 3: Text Messages~

15. Scorpion’s Kiss (2nd person POV Sasori&reader, bartender AU)

It’s Halloween. The club you’ve strayed into is rammed with monsters and ghosts and vampires and queens, every one of them a little bit more sparkly and made-up than you would have expected to see out on the street, and most of them are wearing high heels, regardless of gender.

16. The Narcissist’s Muse (Sasori-centric, canon-verse)

He was smiling as he worked. He knew it, too. Couldn’t help himself.

17. Firestarter (SasoDei, part 11 of my series A Lifetime of Moments)

“Mm, it’s starting to get cold, mn,” Deidara murmured into the high neck of his sweater.

18. Neon Angel (ItaDei, SasoDei, part 12 of my series A Lifetime of Moments)

While he waited for Itachi to turn up at the warehouse, Deidara half-heartedly tried to tidy up the space. He didn’t want Mr. Perfect judging him for the state of his workshop…

19. Beautiful, Despite Your Flaws (SasoDei, part 13 of my series A Lifetime of Moments)

It was a chill night, cool for early September. Rain pattered faintly on the skylight, but inside Sasori’s apartment it was warm and dry.

20. Fireball (SasoDei, part 12 of my series A Lifetime of Moments)

“Alright. Tobi, you’re gonna fucking spill about Itachi or I’m going to break your fucking face.” Deidara cracked his knuckles for effect. “Sasori won’t tell me anything, and god knows I can’t actually ask Itachi about it, so I’m counting on you, mn.”

[artpharos]

Have you ever written about your headcanons for Sophie and Lambda? I love all your pictures dearly but I'd love to hear more in depth thoughts too ;;

aeeqhrpehrp0qeqeqpeqe dfaper4eq omfg aaaaaaaa thanks so much for askingggggg. I’m so sorry for the late reply; I was waiting till I got my hands on an actual computer to reply– and no, I don’t think I’ve ever written about my headcanons in detail because at some point in time it’s become so headcanon I have trouble separating it from canon and i’m not sure if people will ever take me seriously if I say that I headcanon Lambda would eventually find a job as a swimsuit designer– I KNOW I WROTE SOMETHING ABOUT WHY I LOVED THE SOPHIEXLAMBDA RELATIONSHIP SOMEWHERE (I had to go all the way to the back of my Lambda tag to find that omg) AND I ONCE WROTE A FIC BASED OFF A DRAWING I DID THAT MADE ME SADBUTNOW THAT YOU HAVE ASKEDDD

(put under cut because this is going to be long)

k so 

I know the game says that Lambda is sleeping but let’s be real he’s totally being active and stuff in the drama CDs and tbf it wouldn’t be fair for him to sleep his whole life away because Asbel’s going to die eventually and I just want him to spend time with his friends ;v; so Personally I feel that Lambda’s around and awake when he feels like it. Which as time passes becomes more and more (the kid hasn’t really had a whole lot of time to enjoy living after all, so everything’s new to him). Eventually, he has to be shifted out of Asbel’s body (preferably before Asbel gets married to… whomever he wants to get married to) because the last thing Asbel would want is for Lambda to be hovering around during his more intimate moments *cough cough* Lambda dared Pascal to impress him when she tried to build a substitute body for him during f arc, so I headcanon that eventually she does build a body for him that he’ll be willing to shift into. Asbel probably has to reassure him that nobody will try to kill him and that it’s perfectly fine to live his own life. (Since, y’know, Asbel being the trusting idiot that he is wouldn’t see Lambda as a threat anymore.)

So this means that Lambda and Sophie are both living in Lhant. And things between them start out really awkward because they’ve hated/fought each other for a very very very very long time (like 1000 years). So on one hand, they know each other fairly well and respect each other’s capabilities, but on the other, they don’t know each other at all. They’re also very similar in the sense they’re both stubborn and lonely children. BUT at least on Lambda’s side he’s already acknowledged Sophie as a friend. So as awkward as things are in the beginning, maybe one of them (with Asbel’s encouragement) tries to strike up a friendship. 

And the surprising thing to the both of them is that they click. Without any reason to hate each other, they realize they have more in common than previously thought. They both want to keep Asbel/Lhant/their friends safe. They both are a bit clueless as to what to do now that they have no reason to fight. They both are trying to figure out how to start a new life, one that is probably going to very long (and maybe very lonely). And they both realize that the other can understand what each other is going through, that they can support one another through it all. So that sense of familiarity mixed with the unknown is what draws them together in the beginning. 

Family is what keeps them together. They stick around Lhant and ‘help’ raise the Lhant children (even though they probably still need raising themselves). Living as family shows them different sides of the other, vulnerabilities that they didn’t realize existed before, like the look on Lambda’s face when he sees the children’s building blocks or the bittersweet sadness Sophie feels when she watches a blossomgale. Slowly, but surely, daily routine makes them more comfortable around one another. 

Lambda’s tsun and still tries to be an edgelord, but he lets his guard down around Sophie. She’s the one person that he consistently cannot impress with his audacious behavior, and spends her time playing the straight man to his antics. She keeps him in check, and they develop a relationship where they good-naturedly rib and bicker with one another. (Asbel’s children think they’re in a relationship but nobody ever mentions this to them because it’s taken for granted.)

In fact, even when they try to be nice to each other they end up doing it in a sort of roundabout way (like they have a competition on who can get the other the better present which leads to more and more heartfelt gifts as the years go by). In a sense, it’s because they’ve already hurt the other terribly before that makes it easier for them to be open to one another- because they know what they have now isn’t that kind of relationship, and they never want it to return to that ever again. Deep down, they both want to protect the other from getting hurt from the world (and from each other’s hands) again. 

They go adventuring with Asbel’s children, seeing the world at peace and prosperity. Eventually, Lambda decides to wander around on his own, just like Sophie sometimes leaves Lhant to chase the blossomgale when her sopherias bloom. They keep in contact through letters or messages, and it is when they’re apart that they realize how much they’ve grown to mean to one another. 

As the years pass, they slip into a comfortable relationship. They’re both immortal, asexual beings but that doesn’t mean they can’t love one another. They probably have a lot of difficulty admitting that to themselves, let alone one another. But eventually they realize they wouldn’t want to spend their lives without the other by their side. 

So they spend their life trying to preserve the peace in Ephinea/Fodra. Maybe they end up taking in orphan children and raising them in the outskirts of Lhant. Sometimes they fight bitterly over conflicts of interests and the likes, but they both respect and love one another deep enough that it never breaks them. They grow together because each sees the world through different eyes and ideals, and that makes them love the other all the more. 

I COULD PROBABLY WRITE A LOT MORE BUT I THINK I WROTE ENOUGH AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO RANT ABOUT MY HEADCANONS