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AN: A Soulmate!AU mashup where your soulmate feels both the physical pain and diluted emotions the other feels, but not everyone has soulmates. :) sorry for the huuuge amount of backstory, I got carried away >< I hope you still enjoy! ~ A soulmate. A strange and occasional phenomenon, knowing that your fate was predetermined in such a way when one actually had another other half. There were no refunds, no exchanges. The chances of one being born with a soulmate were not unheard of, but having a soulmate didn’t always end up in a fairytale. Sometimes, you never even got to meet them. That was why, at the young, vulnerable age of four,

Soulmate!AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. ----- Chroma [kroh-muh] || The purity of a colour, or its freedom from white or grey. ----- i. red The first thing you saw was a pure, blaring red-- coating his facade from his unkempt hair and attentive gaze, to the maroon outfit he wore and the bright streak of blood running down his arm. He had just pushed you out of the way of some flying debris that the monster he'd been fighting had flung around. The sudden burst of hues had clearly taken him by surprise as well, and he was quickly whipped aside by a tentacle. The scene was straight out of a movie-- regai

“Actors are agents of change. A film, a piece of theater, a piece of music, or a book can make a difference. It can change the world.” These words were imprinted on a little mirror you kept in your bag. You mother gave it to you when you moved away to New York in pursuit of your acting career. Naturally, the road started rough and seemingly hopeless; often working extra hours at the cafe, accepting insignificant roles in movies, filming stupid, over the top commercials. You even reduced yourself to the lowest, shameless act of sleeping with a few directors to obtain roles you really wanted. So desperate you were to achieve your dr

[WARNING: STRONG FUCKING LANGUAGE.] Reader's P.O.V. I'm currently seated at the cadet's table in the dining hall, sitting in the seat farthest away from everyone else. Christa had tried to strike up a conversation, but I said absolutely nothing; not because I didn't want to talk to her, but because I'm too shy to say anything. Many think of me as the strong silent type, but I wasn't always this quiet. I used to be a bright, bubbly girl, until my dreams were crushed by other kids. I would always talk about how wonderful the Survey Corps is, and how I wanted to join it one day. I also loved to sing. When I was young, many would listen. But,

“Haru-chan! Haru-chan!” You screamed as you ran towards him through the bleachers after he had emerged from the locker room, apologizing at every pair of seated legs you hit. He looked at you with the same expression he always had, blank, hiding something; a hint of a smile growing the closer you got to him. When you were one stride away he prepared himself for the impact as you jumped on him and wrapped your arms and legs around him tightly, holding and squeezing him like a koala. He hesitated but then softly ruffled your hair whilst his other arm supported you, gently placing you back on the floor. “You were amazing! All

You were known as the sweetheart of the first years, an easy spirit with a contagious smile and the ability to make anyone’s heart skip. You had a golden heart, and unfortunately, you were adorable. The word always tasted strange on Bakugo’s tongue, but there was no other way for him to describe you. It seemed everything about you was the complete opposite of him, but no matter hard he tried to avoid you, you were always there. Always in his general area, always smiling to him. He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel. Fuzzy, light, more calm than usual...all things he despised. He wanted to blame your Quirk for these dis

A bunch of fluffy one-shots revolving around different times of day for the lovely BnHA boys of 1-A. Dedicated to my dear itbeajen (https://www.deviantart.com/itbeajen), who has been feeling stressed out lately. Hope this makes you feel at least a little better, love! <3 ----- "Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time." - Marthe Troly-Curtin, Phrynette Married ----- { Midoriya Izuku | Dawn } When he quietly pushes the door open, he sees that the sunlight is already filtering through the windows. He sees your form tangled in pale cream sheets and smirks-- at least you're on your side of the bed this time. He peels back layers of costume and clothing, exhausted from t

He loved the way she whimpered for him. It was the only thing in the world that was perfect. How she would shiver and squirm at the lightest of his touches or when she would beg and plead with him to keep going, whispering his name desperately like it was a prayer. “S-subaru-kun…!” “Shut up,” he growled as he grasped her body with tightly closed fists, his hands a cage that she would never be able to break free from. “You’re so annoying...just stay quiet!” He could hear her breathing quicken as he brought his mouth down towards her throat, using one hand to angle head closer. “B-But w