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killua “the only ways ik how to show love are to kill for you, die for you, protect you, sacrifice myself for you, keep all if not majority of my honest feelings away from you, lie to you, and push you away” zoldyck.

ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵈʳᵃʷᶦⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᶦᵖ! ~  (//∇//(//∇//(//∇//) ﾃﾚﾃﾚ

Helen, looking over Y/N’s shoulder: You can draw?

Y/N, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

Hiya!

I was wondering if you could to a Floyd x Reader angst fic?

Like, y'know when Floyd almost dies but not quite? I was wondering if you could do it so Floyd basically rushes home to see Reader and after some hugging, like, he dies in their arms as Reader begs him to hold on a bit longer?

It's okay if not :3

I’m so happy for requests omg. I didn’t see at first and then I started giggling.

Don’t die on me.

Chat this is a sad one 😭😭

Warnings: Angst!, mentions of death (more like Floyd lit dying), velvette and veneer 😡😡, bad grammar <33 like always.

It’s been 20 years since you heard from Floyd. Maybe less- idk you haven’t been keeping track of time. The small house felt empty and quiet like usually since these past years. You wondered where he even went. One day he said he wanted to do his own thing and then- Poof! He’s gone from your grasp.

The many years left you wondering and even hoping for his return. Until that one day.

A knock on your small wooden door that was made from the bark of the tall trees (well, tall because you’re a troll 🧍‍♀️). You stood up and saw an envelope on your front step. Signed ‘Floyd’.

You almost cried at the name on the front, and flipped the letter open. Small handwriting in cursive.

‘Dear y/n, i was kidnapped by the superstars Velvette and Veneer. Please come and help me.’

I think we all know who ACTUALLY wrote the letter.

(I have a question- how did Velvette write that small????)

Anyway. You immediately got your belongings and went to go retrieve your Floyd! The Floyd you’ve missed and hopped for.

You were stood at the front of the tall building of the rage dome. Trying to find those superstars. It was weird cause a parking spot said ‘BroZone’ on it. You didn’t know why.

You climbed up the walls and in the vents, and finally saw him— them? Were you too late? Those were his brothers! Now you remember- kind of.

You hopped down, Floyd was stood then turned, his big eyes brightening.

‘Y/n…?’

He said. Running over to you. Almost sobbing as he hugged you close. His hair had a lot of white in it. What happened…

You felt his legs give out. And his heartbeat slowed as his chest was against yours. Not at all matching your heart beat pattern.

No… you couldn’t lose him again… not forever. You just got him back.

The thud was loud as he hit the floor on his back. The white in his one pinkish magenta hair growing as it was all white.

You crouched down, tears falling as they landed on him. He was gone… forever this time… you thought it would be better. But it wasn’t… nothing was enough.

He wasn’t moving and you couldn’t hear him breathing. His brothers quiet but crying silently. All sitting around him trying to do something.

Nothing worked though. He was gone… wasn’t he?

A/N: sorry this was pretty short anon! I LOVE taking requests though. And I’m not SO used to writing angst buttttt I’ll do anything for you pookie 🙇‍♀️. I missed doing Floyd x reader 😭

kite brainrot

dear god i love this man

What if human bill cipher is just Alex Hirsch in a fancy suit

I’m not the first person to make this joke but whatever

You and Hawks are both pro heroes and you approach him like:

You: “Did you hear that people have been shipping us?”

Hawks: “Really? That’s so weird.”

Hawks a week earlier, posting on a fake account: “HAS ANYONE EVER CONSIDERED HAWKS X Y/N?!”