Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years youâve had the âpleasureâ of knowing him, heâs made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. Youâd always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: I hope you guys can understand him a little better now⊠(please stop telling me to just kill him off LMAOOO đ). I also wanted to mention that none of the relationships I write about will be perfect because thatâs just not realistic. Dark times are upon us my babies but things will get betterâŠ. one dayâŠ. hopefullyâŠ. Smooches đđđ
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You knock on Tojiâs apartment door, your pulse racing in a mix of nerves and anger. You donât even know why youâre here. After everything he saidâeverything he didâwhy should you care about his busted knuckles or his bruised ego? But still, here you are, a bag of first-aid supplies in hand, waiting for him to open the door.
When it swings open, Toji stands there, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes sweep over you, and his mouth pulls into a smirk. âThe hell you want?â
You push past him without answering, stepping into the small, sparsely furnished space. The smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke hangs faintly in the air. You drop the bag onto his coffee table and turn to face him.
âYouâre hurt,â you say simply.
âSo what?â He shuts the door with a deliberate click and crosses his arms, leaning against it. âI didnât ask you to come.â
âSomeone has to take care of you,â you reply, already pulling supplies out of the bag. âSince you clearly wonât.â
He scoffs, sauntering over to the couch but making no move to sit. âYou always gotta play the nurse, huh? Like youâre so damn perfect.â
âIâm not doing this to feel perfect,â you snap, glaring at him. âIâm doing it because youâre too stupid to take care of yourself.â
Toji snorts but finally sits down, sprawling out with a casual arrogance that sets your teeth on edge. âWhatever. Make it quick.â
You kneel in front of him, taking his hand and inspecting the bruised and bloodied knuckles. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint hiss of antiseptic as you clean the wound. His hand is stiff in yours, tense but not pulling away.
âYou gonna tell me what happened?â you ask quietly, not looking up.
âWhatâs it to you?â he says, his voice laced with irritation.
âItâs not like you to get detention. Not anymore, at least.â
He lets out a humorless laugh. âMaybe I felt like knockinâ Gojoâs pretty face in.â
You pause, glancing up at him. âWhy?â
âWhy not?â His gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding. âYou seem real concerned about him, though. You two fuckinâ or somethinâ?â
Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â
âIâm just askinâ,â he says, leaning back with a smug grin. âSince heâs always all over you. Thought maybe you finally gave it up to him.â
âShut up, Toji,â you snap, your voice trembling with anger.
âWhy?â he taunts, his smirk growing. âYou embarrassed? Or maybe you donât like that I called it out.â
You stand abruptly, tossing the first-aid kit onto the couch beside him. âYouâre such a dick, you know that? I come here to help you, and this is how you treat me?â
âI didnât ask you to come,â he shoots back, his voice rising. âYou just showed up like you always do, thinkinâ you can fix everything. Like you can fix me.â
Your breath catches, his words cutting deeper than youâd like to admit. âIâm not trying to fix you,â you say quietly.
âBullshit,â he spits, standing to face you. âYouâve been tryinâ to fix me since we were kids. Always actinâ like youâre some kinda saint, like youâre better than me. Like youâre better than everybody.â
âThatâs not true,â you argue, your voice trembling.
âYes, it is,â he growls, stepping closer. âYou think I didnât notice? You think I didnât see the way you treated me? Like some charity case you could pat yourself on the back for. Poor little Toji, right? Poor, angry, stupid Toji.â
You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. âThatâs not how it was. I just wanted to be your friend.â
âFriend?â he laughs bitterly. âYou forced me to be your friend. I didnât want you around, but you didnât care. You kept cominâ back, smilinâ like an idiot, actinâ like everything was fine. And then one day, you just stopped. Guess you got tired of playinâ with your little project, huh?â
Your throat tightens, and you can barely get the words out. âI stopped because you made my life hell, Toji. You bullied me. You tormented me every chance you got.â
âMaybe you deserved it,â he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.
The words hit you like a slap, and you take a step back, your hands trembling. âYouâre a selfish asshole,â you say, your voice breaking. âYouâve always been one.â
âYeah? Well, maybe I got my reasons,â he shoots back, his voice rising.
âThen tell me!â you yell, tears streaming down your face now. âTell me why youâve been such a goddamn nightmare!â
He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving as he stares at you, his jaw tight. And then, suddenly, he explodes.
âYou wanna know why?â he shouts, his voice raw and shaking. âBecause you donât know when to leave shit alone! You donât know when to leave me alone! I didnât want your kindness, or your pity, or whatever the hell you were sellinâ. But you kept pushinâ. Kept actinâ like you were so much better than me, like you could fix me. And it pissed me off, okay? It pissed me off because I knew it wasnât real. I knew youâd get tired of me eventually, just like everybody else.â
You stand there, stunned, as his words wash over you.
âAnd you know what the worst part is?â he continues, his voice breaking. âYou did get tired of me. You left, just like I knew you would. So donât stand there and act like youâre some innocent little angel, âcause youâre not.â
You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.
âGet the fuck out,â he snaps, his voice cold and final.
âTojiââ
âI said get out!â he yells, his voice echoing through the small apartment.
Your chest tightens as you grab your bag and head for the door, tears blurring your vision. You donât look back as you step outside, the sound of the door slamming behind you ringing in your ears.
Touch starvation is no longer a problem all I have to do is press my teacup to my face and its almost like the warmth of a hand.Â
These two should fight
If anyone wants to animate this and turn it into a video
It'll be a miracle
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Eu tenho que estudar entĂŁo eu nĂŁo vou poder postar com frequĂȘncia, Ah mais uma coisa eu vou começar a fazer mais artes originais
I have to study so I won't be able to post often, Oh one more thing I'll start doing more original art
Créditos ao criador original
Art Fight batch #3 *MUFFLED SCREAMING*
Lads!! Trinket for @little-angelbun, Min for @bunbiiit, and Peaches for @bbirdbrain!
Itâs not as perfect as it could be but I wanted this done already, and the lighting was annoying me. The first is a see-through one just for the fun of it, the second is the finished art.
Monday, May 29th, 2023
3:29pm
Hereâs the texts of when I texted my older sister, 5 months after everything that happened while I was in New York City with her.
Hereâs what I said to her:
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Do you know how I feel? I feel like Iâm drowning, and Iâm aware of it but I canât do anything.
I know I have to study a lot, but I canât. I canât get myself to do stuff, to concentrate.
I know I have to keep my house in order and do the dishes every day, do the laundry. But I canât.
I am gaining weight and I know I should and want to eat healthy and not stress-eatings. But I do.
I know that I should be active more and workout so that I have a nice body. But I canât do it more than one day.
I know I should take care of myself. But I fucking canât.
And I hate myself for losing control like that, not being able to control my willpower. I hate myself for knowing this shit and still procrastinate and watch a movie instead or surf the instagram. I know Iâm wasting my time, but thereâs this voice in my head thatâs just so strong, when I hear it I say âscrew it youâll do it tomorrowâ. And the worst part is I am allowing that voice to control me. I donât know what to do.
I donât know whatâs happening to me, itâs like Iâm losing control over my mind and my will to do things. I am telling myself every fucking day that tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow will be a new start, but I feel deep down that it wonât. I feel like Iâm drowning in my own sadness.
I realized a few days ago that Iâm in depression. And that hit me hard. I am alone, sad and depressed. And I am trying to fight this fucking thing everyday but I fail. You know what though? I donât want to lose control to that little piece of shit, I donât want to be unhealthy, fat and depressed. I will fight it and I will kill it.
And when I do, it will be the greatest win of my life.
*When Musa tried to forgive Darcy*
Musa: He was my boyfriend! And you made out with him! And possesed him again!
Darcy:Oh, come on, that was 13 years ago. Get over it.
Musa:Oh, I cannot believe it! I can't believe that I tried to forget you, and invited you to dinner.
Darcy: Yeah, well you know what I cannot believe? That you're so selfish that you get a 30% in Date Records. And I still have to pay retails.
Musa: hAhAhAhA! AhAhAhA! It's 45.
Darcy: You bitch. You think that you're so perfect, with your new baby, and your small stupid apartment, and this record that sounds emo.
*Riven throws a paper in worry while going beside Musa*
Darcy: Your baby isn't even that cute.
Riven: ToO fAr, DaRcY! ToO FaR.
Musa*demon tone*: You take that back, man.
Darcy: No.
Musa:Take it back!
Darcy: What are you going to do? make me?
Musa: Hey, man I'm still a guardian.
Darcy: I'm a witch bitch.
Musa: Bring it on!
*they start hitting at eachother.*
Flora: PUT THE PLATES BACK IN THE BOXES.
*everyone puts the plates as the fast they can do it*
Musa: Did you just push me?
Darcy: Uh, yeah. I think I did.
Musa:All right that's it. You're going down!
Flora: OKAY, FORGET THA BUBBLE WRAP! THERE'S ISN'T TIME.!
Stella: Shouldn't we stop it?
Brandon: What are you out of your mind? Let's throw some Jell-O on them.
As promised, more.
Let's call today's motto... Eye for details.
Happy Friday everyone.
I did this piece a few years ago and I canât get over how cool it looks
ASMR Boyfriend Fights Toaster And LOSES [m4f] [yandere] [asmr]
This isn't getting the recognition it deserves so watch it, it's worth every damn second.
"come no closer, ghost. ive seen you, creeping through the undergrowth, stalking me. this old kingdom... a terrible thing awakens. i can smell it in the air... i know what you are. i know what youd try to do. i cant allow it."Â -hornet
week 24. im almost embarrassed to say, but this fight took me like 1.5 hours the first time- i didnt know there was a bench nearby, so i walked like half of greenpath 13 fricken times.. still tho, one of my favorite games, its awesome possum. anywayss, thanks for checking out my work! i hope you have a wonderful day! âĄ
When my characters meet together.
I need to sleep
The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi
Fri Nov 17 Utah Grizzlies vs Colorado Eagles
A quick doodle of Midoriya Izuku vs K.O https://www.patreon.com/AytheToon