S Igh I Updated It Like 1 More But Imma Reblog So I Can Find It Easier

1, 10, 12 from your prompt list with bakugo x reader? maybe the reader went on a date and it ended horribly, like the person was a creep or hurt her or something and she called bakugo and he was being an asshole as per usual?? it can be platonic! thanks, sorry to bother you

You didn’t bother me at all!!!!! Thank you for requesting and being pacient! Isaw your other note about just doing two, but I went ahead and did the three :) hope that was ok! Hope you like it! I loved how well these went together!

Bakugou x pro!fem!reader

Bad date

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“Can we just go home?”

Warnings: cursing, vary little suggestive themes

Word count: 2674

Bakugou walked up the steps to your apartment, the familiar, yet annoying, giddiness beginning to set in his stomach. Once he saw your door, he mindlessly began to brush off any possible dirt off his t-shirt and sweats, running a hand through his hair to make it more fluffy, then stopped. Why the hell did he always do that when he was about to see you? He shook his head, cursing the rising heat that was soon to set on his cheeks. Damn it, why’d you always have to make him feel such weird shit?

He took out his keys, flipping through the multiple ones until he found yours. He opened the door, knocking on it before completely walking in “it’s Bakugou” he shouted, making you aware of his presence. He stepped in, shutting it behind him and looked around, the place, clean as usual, but the sink loaded with dirty dishes.

“Tch,” he walked over to the pile, rolling up his sleeves and began to work.

You heard the noise from the kitchen, getting up from your vanity and curiously peeking your head out of your room “eek!” You blushed perfidiously, running back in your room and putting on your robe. You finally walked out, sneaking up behind him and tapping his shoulder as your passed by and grabbed a drink from the fridge “I didn’t know you were stopping by”

He stiffened a little at your touch “I shouted when I walked in” he turned around, looking at your back side as you rummaged through the fridge, his eyes trailed down to your legs, the robe your wore ending just a few inches below your thighs “ahem” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his chest tighten a bit.

You turned around, meeting his eyes “thank for doing the dishes, but I was going to do them when I got back” you quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink.

“Fuck you, I wanna do em. And I thought you weren’t patrolling today?”

“O-oh” you scratched the back of your neck “I’m not, I’m going...on a date”

He stilled, his heart clenching and frowned “why?”

“Am I not allowed to date?”

His frown deepened

“I’m kidding, it’s just with someone my mom suggested, one of her friends sons. Said something about needing to get out more” you rolled your eyes at the last sentence

He followed you back to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you went to your bathroom and got changed “I thought you hated dates...and people” he committed, something that you both disliked.

You chuckled “yeah, I’m not a fan of dates, nor am I a fan of people I don’t know-“ you opened the door “think this is ok?” You motioned to your dress, small blush tinting you’re features.

He thanked for the dim lighting in the room, feeling his heart leap, his face became a blushing mess. Shit. You looked pretty-scratch that, you looked fucking stunning. “I-y-yeah” he looked away, pouting “looks fine”

He wouldn’t mind if you dressed like that for him...he could get used to seeing you in dresses.

“That’s good” you sighed, reaching for your shoes “pffft why are you pouting” you snickered

His pout grew, quickly becoming angry at the thought of some low life seeing you look like this. He only wished you would be going on the date with him and not some extra. Hell, he could have sworn you at least you returned his feelings a little, guess fucking not if you were going out with someone else.

You made your way toward the blond, beginning to play with his hair “aww don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon and we can rent a mo-“ he slapped your hand away, getting up and leaving you in the room. You quirked an eyebrow, he never let you stop once you played with his hair. You followed him out your room, watching him slip back on his own shoes “katsuki? Where you going?”

“Home” he opened the door, only for you too grab the end of his shirt, he turned around “what”

“Are you mad at me?”

He bit his lip, he didn’t want to be mad at you, he wasn’t. He was mad that you were letting some douche bag be more important than him “no” he shut the door, leaving you in the door way, utterly confused.

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You waited in the front of your building, Kei’s car driving up. He got out of the car, coming over to you with a big smile on his face. You admit that he was hansom, he towered over you and he was built. He greeted you, opening the door and helping you in. You couldn’t lie that it warmed your heart.

Once in the car, you attempted to make conversation, trying to lighten the mood, except he only nodded, smiling along. You eventually became quiet, deciding maybe he didn’t want to talk. You leaned back, closing your eyes and enjoying the ride until you made it to the theater.

Maybe katsuki would want to watch a movie at your house after, then you could actually relax in comfy clothes and spend some time with him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, you smiled. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand graze your thigh, the feeling making you tense and blush more. You slowly looked back at kei, who had his eyes on the road but his free hand was dangerously close to your legs.

“Oops! Sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine!” You squeaked, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it down as far as it would go.

He glanced over to you, you could feel his eyes on you, not daring to look back “I like that dress on you” he stated, smirk playing on his lips “looks nice”

You gulped, it was a complement, but it just felt weird. You mumbled a thank you, the rest of the drive was quiet, except for his hand occasionally getting closer to you and his eyes going lower with each glance.

You visibly sank lower into your seat when the two of you pulled up to the theater. He again opened the door for you and offered his hand, you hesitantly took it, letting him help you out of the car before he closed it, removing his hand from yours and moving it to the small of your back. You stepped away a little, trying to give yourself some space, but each time you did, he just asked why you were being so shy, that he wouldn’t bite, all the while giving you that annoying ass smirk.

You were shaking, cold but mostly nervous, a bit scared too. You were a rising hero, you shouldn’t be frightened of this guy, yes he was taller and much larger than you, but you were stronger, heck, you could beat Bakugou in a fight. So why did kei intimidate you so much? You swallowed thickly as you sat down, the male sitting right next to you, hand again finding it’s was to the hem of your dress. You stilled, closing your eyes while the movie played, each minute his hand being higher and higher than before. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, he was making you fell so weak, so vulnerable, your bottom lip began to quiver a little. Pathetic, you thought, just tell him to stop, but no words came out. You froze, his other arm slinging around your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand sliding to your chest and the other further up your thigh.

“Having fun?” He asked. You could hear him smirking.

His hand hiked all the way up your dress now, other grouping at your breast. You felt the tears fall to your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip, grabbing the hand on your thigh and pulled it off you “N-no!” You shouted, you didn’t care about the others looking or scolding your for interrupting. You wanted out of there. You wanted away from him.

You ran to the bathroom, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall with each second, your chest ached and you trembled. You wanted out. You wanted away from him and this stupid building. You looked in your purse, rummaging around to look for your wallet. Nothing. You weren’t exactly close to your house, you didn’t have any money to take the train and your card was in your wallet. You sucked in a breath, composing your self and took out your phone.

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Bakugou huffed, taking the weight and lifting it back above his head while kirishima spotted him from behind. Bakugou lifted it again, letting it back down with a growl and set it back on the stand. Kirishima took the opportunity to place his hands on his friends shoulders playfully “you seem tense” he teased. The ash-blond jerked away, standing up and stomping over to his locker, the red just behind him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck off” he seethed, walking over to the punching bag, Kiri still behind him.

“Where’s (y/n)? Normally you work out together.”

Bakugou punched the bag harder, the stand falling over with a loud thud, making the red jump.

“On a fucking date” he snarled

Kirishima’s slightly scared expression quickly turned into a smirk “oooohhhhh, that’s why your on edge, your little crush is going out with someone else~”

Bakugou whipped around “yeah! She fucking is! And it’s really fucking annoying!” He shouted, causing a few heads to turn “she seemed so casual about it too- like it didn’t matter-“

-Ring-

His ears perked, taking out his phone from his pocket, seeing your name flash across the screen. He glared at the devise, pressing decline. It only rang again, your name back on the screen seconds later, again ignoring the call.

“Dude, your not going to answer it?” Kirishima asked, his own phone suddenly ringing. He picked it up “hey (y/n)!” He smiled, dodging bakugou from taking the phone “yeah he’s right here-“ he handed it to Katsuki, the blond growling and snatching the phone away from him, holding it to his ear.

“What” he hissed

“Katsuki?”

His glare faltered, you voice sounded...upset?...no, why the hell would you be upset if you were on a great date with a great fucking extra, he clenched his fist “what the hell do you want?”

you were taken back by his tone, it was full on venom “u-um-“

“Spit it out already, I don’t have all fucking day-“

“Can you come and get me? Please?” you quickly mumbled

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear you, you repeated it a bit more loudly “what? Fuck no”

Your brows knitted together in frustration “just- please?”

“Why the hell ask me? Why not your new boyfriend?” He hissed again

Your mouth hung open at the response, choosing to keep your composer, but it wouldn’t last long with how he was talking to you “I’m just asking if you can drive a little to come get me, I’ll return the favor-“

“Oh fuck you- just take the train or some shit-“

“I don’t have my wallet!” You shouted back, tears springing at your eyes

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have fucking left it at your house like an idiot!”

You couldn’t believe him right now, your face becoming hot and seethed back while you almost sobbed “never mind” you nearly whispered, voice low and defeated “forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“w-wait- (y/-“ but you’d already hung up. He cursed himself, looking back at his phone to call you back, but saw a voice mail you left him from the first call, he pressed it.

“K-katsuki?” You croaked, voice weak and broken. Had you been crying? “I-um could you maybe pick me up, I-I forgot my wallet and can’t get home unless I walk and-well it’s kinda far...um...kei-the guy who took me was” you shuddered “he was- touching me...I just-...n-never mind, call me back when you can-“

It ended. His heart sank. Fuck, he messed up. He gathered his things, grabbing his duffel bag and headed out the door, ignoring his friends questions.

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He showed up at the theater, stepping inside when he saw a man furiously walking down the hall, shouting your name. This must have been the shitty extra. His anger skyrocketed, his face absolutely red in rage. This man had hurt you. Well now katsuki was about to return the favor.

He walked toward him, Kei stopping and starting back at Bakugou.

“Hey man,” kei began as if they were friends “have you seen a woman, about this tall, (h/c) hair,” he brought his hand to his mouth, as if he was telling a secret “sexy as fuck, like seriously, I swear I was about to get a good night but then she ran off-“

Yeah no. Bakugou punched him square in the jaw, the other male doubling over and holding his face. Katsuki didn’t give him time to breath, taking the collar of his jacket and pushing him against the wall “listen here you little shit, your going to tell me where she went and then stay far, far away from her. Got it? Cause if I see your shitty ass face again Or anywhere near her, I will blow your ass into next week” he snarled

The man visibly began to shake, shaking his head frantically “i-I don’t know man! She just stormed out!”

The blond dropped him, letting kei fall to the ground and scramble away. He looked everywhere, walking back into the theater you were in and never down every hall, until he head sniffles from the woman’s bathrooms, it was your voice. He opened the door, not giving two shits it was the woman’s bathroom. He still didn’t see you, instead seeing a similar set of shoes under a stall door. He stood by it.

“(Y/n)?” he said softly, the sound even surprising himself “hey, come out”

He watched the door slowly open, revealing your head facing down, looking toward the ground, avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

“Hey” he said again, voice still low

You looked up, your red blood shot eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched, chest dropping at the sight of your previously tear stained face. He didn’t say anything, instead bringing you into a hug and rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back.

“M’ sorry” he mumbled

You slowly felt the lump come back up your throat, breath hitching and quietly cried, tightening your hand into fist and balling up his jacket.

“I-I’m sorry” you laughed a little “this is pretty pathetic as a pro hero-“

“No it’s not” he mumbled “fuck that guy- he shouldn’t have made you feel this way...”

“Can we just go home?” You asked

He pulled away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you before smirking and picking you up as if you were a feather, you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso as he walked out the bathroom and the theater. Once you reached his car, he leaned you against it.

“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, letting you down and helped you in the car.

“I’m glad that’s over” you breathed, leaning back against the seat and wrapped his jacket closer around you and snuggling into it, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned over, pushing your head playfully

“fuck that,”

You re-opened your eyes, looking at him questionably.

He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks and ears with his next words “dates not over cause I’m finishing it.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to meet your own “can’t just let you go back home when you dressed so beautiful for a night out” me mumbled, hesitantly looking back at you.

You smiled, making his heart race “sounds good” you said simply.

Bonus:

You reached over, taking your fork and stealing a piece of katsuki cake, plopping it in tour mouth

“Damn it woman! You have your own!”

“I know, but I like how your taste”you said in between chews

“Maybe you should have gotten the chocolate one then!”

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You reached over again when you thought he wasn’t looking, eyes focused on the delicious cake and not on the blond grabbing your arm and planting a kiss on your lips.

You looked back at him, blushing. He licked his lips, smirking at you “you taste better”

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Mmm, I'm not sure whether the requests are still open, if not - sorry (๑′°︿°๑), but if they are, could I request headcanons for Shouto and Shigaraki with an S/O who's jealous of Momo and Toga respectively. Bonus if the girls are actually kinda interested in pursuing them regardless of their relationship with reader. And I just wanna say, your writing is soo amazing, it's definitely one of the best I've read, I can't get enough of it ❤❤❤ Can't wait for more Queen ❤❤❤

Pairings →  Shigaraki Tomura x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader,

Genre → fluff headcannon’s teehee

Rating → sfw

Warnings → cussing!

Author’s note →  FINALLY SOME SHIGARAKI CONTENTJSRNGHSRKG this made me so happy! Tysm for requesting and being so patient! I hope you enjoy :3

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Shigaraki Tomura

Okay this one’s kind of funny only because I’m pretty sure Toga is not romantically/sexually attracted to Shigaraki at ALL.

But I know Miss Toga is a mischievous little deviant, so if flirting with Tomura-kun ruffles your feathers, she’s all for it.

Shigaraki isn’t stupid– he takes notice of your jealousy almost immediately, but won’t do anything to extinguish it.

Of course, truth is he truly doesn’t love ANYONE the way he loves you, and there’s no way Toga is getting a piece of it.

Unfortunately for you and your emotions, Shigaraki is a sadist who enjoys watching you amp up your affection just to keep him around.

He wants to see how long you can hold up before you admit to him that you’re jealous, maybe even beg for his attention a little.

There’s never a discussion or game plan set up, but Toga is on board with mentally torturing you since ‘it’s just a joke! We’re only playing around!’

They’re literally all crazy but hey— that’s the League of Villains for you

Here’s the thing, at the end of the day they all love and respect each other, no one’s legitimately trying to harm you.

Toga will skip giddily into meetings and kiss Shigaraki’s cheek, call him cute pet names aloud, one time literally sat on his lap even though you were right next to them.

Shigaraki HATES it he was so ready to shove her off, but he’s willing to keep up an act just to see your reaction.

You’re doing a good job at dismissing it at first— “They’re just friends” “They’ve known each other longer” “Maybe that’s just how they get along”

Until you look over and she’s holding his hand?

What? Is your mind deceiving you? It took you months to get him to hold your hand????? Is this some sick joke????????

It didn’t take a lot to figure out that this was all deliberate, but you’ll leave the meeting early anyways, say you have ‘a stomach ache’ or something stupid like that before excusing yourself.

Now Shigaraki feels kind of bad, swats away Toga’s hand and leaves closely behind you.

Every attempt to talk to you is met with silence, and THAT actually burns him.

It’s all fun and games until Shigaraki is stripped from the one thing that makes him less irritable allegedly his Venus is in Taurus soooooo this bitch is NEEDY and bratty

Literally “Needy” Ariana Grande, 2018

He’ll be like “stop fucking whining, I don’t like Toga”

Silence

Whatever, not his problem. He’s not about to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness? Absolutely not it’s your fault for not being able to take a joke.

That lasts for about 5 minutes before he’s scratching at his neck for some release.

He doesn’t like being IGNORED even though he’s fully aware he probably deserves it after toying with your emotions, he’s literally losing his mind trying to win you back.

Eventually he’s at your feet, fingers racking at his neck, eyes averted.

“Sorry….”

Overall reaction to your jealousy; isn’t the most romantic person alive, but learns to listen.

Shigaraki isn’t all about giving, but he’ll hold your hands or has you perched up over his lap while he drapes his arms languidly around your waist for everyone to see.

You’re HIS and he’s YOURS, there’s no one who could replace you.

If he’s really in the proper mood, he’ll tell you that out loud— but only if you’re alone lord forbid anyone hears him say the L-word.

Especially that beef jerky bastard Dabi oh no no.

You’ll be lazing around in his room and he’ll start in low, embarrassed mumbles because he’s not used to admitting he’s in the wrong but he’ll do it if it means you’ll forgive him completely.

“I’m sorry I was….unreasonable. You’re mine…stop being jealous.”

Short and sweet, all while nestling his face into your neck before falling asleep over you.

Shigaraki is a skinny teddy bear who just wants affection idc.

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Shouto Todoroki

Allegedly it’s canon that Shouto is clueless, and I kind of agree with that.

At first, sure, he’s a little confused, but he’s not ENTIRELY oblivious.

He notices your mood instantly, but doesn’t know what caused it.

It was during class, Momo was showering Shouto with compliments about how incredible of a person he was, nothing you haven’t heard before.

You sat a few seats in front, and turning around to interrupt that conversation wasn’t really in your best interest, especially since Mr. Aizawa just arrived and class was about to start.

Also you don’t want to look crazy?

You sit in your seat and overhear Momo yet again smother your boyfriend in all kinds of innocent compliments until—

“We should get together and review for the midterm! I have a really nice study back at home!”

Oh.

I mean what were you going to do now? Play the crazy girlfriend and keep him from seeing his friends?

But you had to admit…that kind of hurt.

You try to focus your attention back to Mr. Aizawa, try to write some notes, zoning out their conversation for your sake.

It becomes a regularity, Shouto goes over to Momo’s place to ‘study’ and all you can do is pretend to be okay with it because who were you to tell him who he could or couldn’t hang out with?

He takes notice of your growing distance, the blank look you’ll put on during lunch when Momo leaves and reminds Shouto of their after-school study session with a smile too innocent to be harmless.

You just sit there staring at your food until he gives you a slight nudge, cups your frowning face with his hands and locks you beneath those pretty eyes.

“Are you okay?”

It pained you that he didn’t GET IT, you’d show up to class looking lost and he’d offer you food or water but never reassurance.

He put you in the weirdest position because he’s concerned, but is super oblivious to the reasons why.

It’s hard to imagine Momo wanting to break apart your relationship, so it’s not adamant pursuing— if anything she’s only trying to build her friendship with Shouto.

Uraraka and Tsuyu will ask you if you’re doing okay because “you look like you haven’t been sleeping well? Why aren’t you eating your food? Are you sick?”

Every time Shouto would stop by your dorm after his study ‘date’ with Momo, you’d only give him short, cold replies.

“Cool”

“I’m glad”

“I’m just tired”

He thinks someones bothering you, and when he asks you can’t help but laugh.

“No no, no one’s bullying me or anything. They’re just….”

He’s waiting for you to tell him, holding both of your hands hoping maybe he can coax the answer out of you.

“….Clueless?”

You finally tell him what you’re feeling in the nicest way possible, and he’s feeling very very guilty.

It’s HIS fault that you’ve been feeling this way?

“Y/N I love you, no one could ever take your place. I’m sorry.”

Lots of hugs and kisses afterwards, cancels everything to make up for all the time lost.

You try reassuring him too, he’s feeling really…guilty and borderline stupid for not recognizing your emotions, it makes him feel like a bad boyfriend.

Momo is not unreasonable either, seriously— she might be crushing on half-and-half but is 100% respectful of your relationship.

Starts inviting you both plus the whole class over for study sessions.

You’ll be sitting next to each other, eventually he’ll pull you over his lap and nestle his head over your shoulder to read the notes you’re holding.

Bakugo deadass from across the room “IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE GROSS GET A FUCKING ROOM YOU SHITTY FUCKING PERVERTS!”

Kaminari is on the verge of tears he’s so jealous.

But at least it’s no longer you.

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im planning to in a few minutes i just have to reblog

Its the fastest way to write, all the letters are connected. Do people not learn it in 1st grade anymore?

Re-blog if you can write in cursive.

I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.

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part 2

❝ You to Me, Me to You ❞

⤏ a little prequel to Fireworks ⤎ ⁙ 3RD YEAR! BAKUGOU KATSUKI x READER ⁙ WARNINGS: swearing ⁙ WORD COUNT: 1239

⁙ TAGS: @bnhatrashh​ @babybakuu​

It was supposed to be one time—one time you would be wrapped in his arms, sheltered from the nightmares. But as the demons plagued your mind for another night, and another, and then another, your first thought when you woke would always be him. It became too frequent, almost routine.

Sleep-deprived and afraid, you ached for his presence, the warmth of his comfort. Again, you venture towards the opposite side of the dormitory hallway, carefully on the tips of your toes to avoid waking the others. No one, except you and Katsuki, knew about your meetings. It was as if you two shared a secret, an unspoken promise that these moments would be for you and him only. 

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everyone in the philippines is either a weeb or a kpop stan

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Werewolf! Bakugou saved by Fem! Reader Pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Summary: Werewolf Bakugou had been imprisoned by a cruel and abusive sorcerer until he was saved by a stranger.

Wanted to write a hurt/comfort part 2 to this because mmm halloween aesthetics

The rain continued to ease as the two of you made your way through the woods, slogging through flooded grass and crunching down fallen twigs from heavy wet branches overhead. 

Bakugou kept his distance from you, eyes keen and ears alert. You’d saved him true to your word, but he didn’t trust you fully. What if you had some devious plan of your own now that he was free and the sorcerer was no more? He’d rather die than succumb to any more subjugation in his lifetime.

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Laptop just decides not to save 800 words of a fic im writing so thats great

Ahh okay. I didn't know that. Thatnks for an explanation! You're right. Its fucked up. Imma just adjust myOCs and make the lips plump and not like this.

Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.

No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.

“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.

“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.

And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.

If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.

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Writer 4 6 7 8 9 and then 10 lmaoo

Types of Writers

Writer 1: The writer that never sleeps

Writer 2: The writer who sold their soul

Writer 3: The writer who kills everyone

Writer 4: The writer who doesn’t know what happens next

Writer 5: The writer who researches every tiny detail

Writer 6: The writer who forgets what they’re writing

Writer 7: The writer who never writes

Writer 8: The writer who edits as they write

Writer 9: The writer who disappears for 1.5 years

Writer 10: The writer who is never heard from again

So which one are you?