I Love You. Im Sorry.
SUMMARY : Angst , no happy ending , heartbreak , mention of y/n
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hello private account 💜
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USER : what happend to y/n?
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Y/NBURNIOLO : chris?, what is this?
↪️ CHRISTOPHERSTURNIOLO : y/n. I Can explain
NICOLASSTURNIOLO : chris? what the fuck. call me
MATTSTURNIOLO : really? cheating on y/n with a bougie bitch
↪️ Y/NBURNIOLO : Ily matt
USER : this was NOT your private account.
↪️ USER : no shit sherlock
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After seening chris new post on instagram i didnt know how to react. Do i be mad, Sad? Im honestly both right now. He made me look so stupid, Atleast i know the reason hes been ghosting me. For some rip off blonde bitch thats been wanting to be me?. I always choose the wrong guys. I feel like a fucking fool.
INCOMING CALL ‘ Chris 💜 ‘
I pick it up ‘ What Do You Want Chris? ‘ i spoke softly into the microphone waiting for him to start talking. ‘ Y/n You Have To Let Me Explain! ‘ he says quickly ‘ No Chris You Left Me For Some Bougie Bitch. ‘ I say hanging up starting to tear up all over again. I hear my door open ‘ Chris?! What The Fuck Get Out! ‘ i say shouting at him with tears coming down my face
TWO AUGUSTS AGO .
‘ Please Y/n, Im Sorry. Let Me Explain ‘ He spoke softly ‘ Why Chris?, What Is There To Even Explain. ‘ I say sitting back on my bed avoiding any type of eye contact with chris. ‘ Y/n It Was A Honest Mistake. I Promise. ‘
THATS THE WAY LIFE GOES .
‘ Chris.. We Have To Stop Seeing EachOther. We Either Have To Break Up Or Take A Break. ‘ I spoke firmly holding back the tears that im fighting ‘ Y/n We Cant Break Up. ‘ He Says Sounding Hurt But Im Not Gonna Fall For His Tricks Anymore.
I LOVE YOU, IM SORRY.
‘ Please Y/n. I Love You, Im Sorry. ‘ He Spoke confidently sitting down next to me trying to hold my hand. ‘ But You Still Cheated On Me Right? And You Choose The Girl i HATED The Most. ‘ I say pushing his hands away from mine
YOU WERE THE BEST BUT YOU WERE THE WORST
‘ Y/n Just One More Chanc- ‘ I cut him off ‘ No Chris. Leave My House, And Dont Call Or Text me. ‘ I say making my final decision And pointing at the front door giving him a sign for him to actually leave. ‘ Fine. Bye Y/n I Love You ‘
THATS JUST THE WAY LIFE GOES
His i love you sounded so real but maybe im in denial. I hate men, They never know what they want. I feel Like a loser for whatever just happened just now. Its not like chris but maybe its my mind thinking that.
Y/N HAS CHANGED HER INSTA USER ‘0hnoy/n’
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The “ I love you’s “ that are repeated in my head like a music note.
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USER : Bye y/ns Really pretty 😍
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OLIVIARODRIGO : Our pumpkins we’re so good 😊!!
↪️ 0HNOY/N : I agree MY FAV ONE GOT MESSED UP.
CHRISTOPHERSTURNIOLO : i meant it
↪️ USER : what does this mean ?
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CHRIS 💜
y/n please talk to me
Y/N 😊❤️
What?
CHRIS 💜
Can we try over?
Y/N 😊❤️
Not a chance chris. Stop texting me or im blocking you.
CHRIS 💜
But!
*a contact has been blocked*
A few months later I made a song called ‘ I love you im sorry ‘ Publishing it. It blew up and i gained more support and followers supporting my music i even gained some fanpages and edits. Until i seen a dm from someone i never wanted to see again.
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A/N : sorry guys deal w that ending cus idk how to end this story AND I LIKE NEVER WRITED BEFORE SO THIS IS KINDA MY FIRST STORY PLS GUVE TIPS OR SMTH THANK U.
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An assortment, very Mind-centric!
Heart specifically has a shotgun. It's usually loaded with buckshot, and one of the pellets did hit Mind he just hid it bc he doesn’t want Heart to have the satisfaction of having hurt him. Soul confiscated it after the Juno incident and Mind stole it and almost killed Heart with it at the very end of TME (which is what finally pushed Soul into action for TSE). After that, he kept the weapons in a much more secure arrangement.
Soul has wings! Bat/demon wings, as opposed to Heart's bird wings. They're smaller and lower down, so they're not very viable for flight, but he'll gesture with them a lot of the time.
Mind got jealous of HS having bonus limbs so he gave himself 2 extra arms below the ogs and said it was for convenience. But he didn't plan ahead with how clothes interact with the extra arms, so he usually has to wear crop tops or modify whatever he wants to wear to accommodate them. He swears up and down it's on purpose and he knows what he's doing, but if Heart wants to annoy him he'll give him nice clothes that are a hassle to modify and/or slip weak magnets in inconvenient places on clothes he needs to modify, because later he'll have trouble with precise movements near the magnets
Mind stole Soul's trident to blind Heart as revenge for destroying his arms in The Man With The Skeleton Arms, unaware that it was an accident. That's why he has mechanical hands, he had to replace them. Over time, he kept replacing parts of himself with mechanisms, and now he's got a screen for emoting with his face when he feels like it.
The right half of the facial screen actually glitches sometimes because of the Juno Incident, linking back into my first hc. When it glitches he looks like biblically accurate Mind from the album cover. He's tried over and over again to repair it, but nothing has worked. He doesn't like that it's the only "scar" he can't get rid of, so he pretends the glitches are intentional
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Does En have some kind of anxiety disorder? How do you think?
I don't think so. I think he's just faint at heart. I already talked about why he's a product of his time, quick to always run when faced with danger. Rather than anxiety, it's just survival instincts with En
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He doesn't panic until his life itself is threatened. He let Midoriya run around and do his thing, and whenever he appears as a vestige to advise Midoriya, he's not anxious or anything. He's just telling Midoriya his own limits, which is pretty in-line with how En views himself: he always talks about his limitations as a weak Quirk.
It was just facing AFO and the threat of being stolen we see him lose his cool. AFO probably sparks some bad memories and trauma in En, considering he just turned to run and got sawed in half by the guy that killed his Banjo-senpai (who some vestiges openly admit has a great, really useful Quirk).
If AFO could get Banjo, he could definitely get En, who's weaker than Banjo in. Everything really. Mind, Quirk capability, physical strength, etc.
To reiterate something in the first paragraph: it's not anxiety, it's survival. En's behavior is more like a prey animal than a predator. Even Banjo, when pressed against a wall (they can be stolen), panics.
But other than that, the two are pretty composed and view their Abilities as tools in their arsenal. Banjo views his as good for capture and mobility (both moving around and wrapping himself up), and En uses it to obscure vision and thinks about the cover's use.
Notably, Shinomori didn't panic when he saw AFO's looming hand. The only ones to freak out that AFO could reach them were Banjo and En, two city boys from when society was still ruined and trying to collect itself. The only two active wielders AFO managed to get his hand on to steal OFA. The others aren't as panicked.
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Emptober Day 1: Trinket
It was hard not to run, hard not to charge forward and up the crags ahead of them and leap onto their stag and cheer. But Lark had to or else all the cheer would evaporate.
He clutched the moderately sized sack, trying not to jostle the precious artifacts within too much.
Once they had climbed the porcupine hill, as Lark had been calling it, he grinned only for Iris to put a finger up to her blue lips with a glare.
Lark’s shoulders sagged a little but it was for the best. They didn’t want to make too much noise and cause them to get spotted.
Keeping the bag from making too much noise became more difficult as the cold of the mountains made him shiver. Something tapped his shoulder and he looked over to see Malri, a snow owl hybrid. “I can carry that for you.” They said.
Lark gave them the bag and they took to the sky, two bags in their talons.
“Hurry up. Before they realize…” The cat hybrid, Scarlet, hissed.
Both Lark and Iris hastily mounted their deer. They trotted for a while, only going faster once they felt they were safely away from the village.
The sun was rising by the time they reached their unassuming cabin in the woods. “Take the deer into the barn, Lark. We’ll put these in the basement.” Scarlet said.
Lark led the pale colored stags to the barn and grabbed some food for them as well, praising them for their hard work.
Then he ran into the cabin and darted into the basement where Iris, Scarlet, and Malri were inspecting the items.
There were lots of books,paintings, jewels, and carved figures of various creatures and people. There were a lot of deer, even on the book covers.
Lark didn’t understand what made some colorful rocks so important to people. But the glint of red peeking through the pile of the gems they stole, it was such a beautiful shade…
When everyone was busy admiring some fancy painting, Lark snatched up the red crystal and began sorting the gems after shoving it his coat.
Once the pile was all spread out, Malri asked, “which of these does our client want?”
“One of the jewels.” Said Iris, grabbing the document off a workbench. “The red one.”
The group stared at the piles for a moment.
“There is no red one.”
“What do you mean? You grabbed every jewel in sight, didn’t you?”
Everyone nodded.
“And there wasn’t a red one?”
Everyone shook there heads.
Iris rolled her eyes. “Well, I suppose our clients were wrong.”
The Market was not as rowdy as Lark expected it to be. Everyone did seem a bit on edge though. Lark supposed everyone would feel that way if surrounded by people who regularly break laws.
Lark, and Iris, took care of the stall of items they weren’t requested to grab, which they were selling to anyone, while Malri and Scarlet kept watch in the shadows.
Eventually, some people with red stag necklaces arrived and Iris spoke to them in common. They seemed incredibly confused, and then curious. Someone whispered something and the group seemed to calm down and leave.
The moment they were done at The Market, Lark immediately crashed on his bed, embracing the warmth and softness of his blanket.
Just before Lark was out, they thought they heard purring and someone mumbling something.
His dreams were filled with blood and fire. He dreamed of a volcano and wilting flowers. Of glaciers falling apart, of water evaporating, of corpses and people with glorious red vines stabbing through them, pinning them in place as they screamed, blood pouring from their mouths. He dreamt that no one could hurt him ever again.
“Lark, wakey wakey~”
“You seemed to be having an intense dream.” Malri said.
“I had a… Nightmare.”
“You good?” Scarlet asked. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I- I dreamt I… I just dreamt I was lost in the woods and I couldn’t get out. That’s all.”
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