#and now she's saying oh no you definitely can't do that

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Buck's favorite words

Just a little idea I couldn't get out of my head so enjoy this ficlet 🙂

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Buck isn't sure why he likes the word so much, but every time he says it, it's like sugar on his tongue. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy and like everything is right with the world.

"Sorry, I'm flattered but I'm seeing someone," Buck says to the pretty girl he's just evacuated from a 3-alarm blaze. His voice is kind but firm, a far cry from the Buck of old who might have preened at the attention.

"Oh come on, handsome hero man. Give me your number," she purrs, reaching out to touch his arm.

Her relentlessness gives Buck a little push, and he finds himself using the word for the first time in public. It rolls off his tongue easily, filling him with a quiet pride.

"Sorry, but like I said, I'm taken," he says, gently stepping back. Then, with a smile that's both apologetic and genuinely happy, he adds, "I have a boyfriend."

The word 'boyfriend' sits in the air between them, and Buck feels a warmth spread through his chest.

From then on, he finds himself saying it as often as he can, each time feeling that same warmth, that same quiet joy.

At the flower shop, where he's picking out a bouquet for his and Tommy's dinner date, the florist asks, "Do you need help picking something out for your girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend, actually," Buck replies with an easy smile. "And I'm good, thanks."

At the coffee shop, he leans on the counter, eyes scanning the pastry case. "Do you have any cranberry orange scones? My boyfriend loves them," Buck asks the barista warmly.

Later, at the bar waiting for Tommy, a pretty girl sends a drink over. Buck catches her eye, raises the glass in thanks, and then gently shakes his head. When she approaches, he's ready with a now-familiar phrase: "I'm flattered, but I have a boyfriend."

Each time he says it, 'boyfriend' feels more natural, more right. It's not just a word anymore—it's a declaration of who he is, who they are together. And Buck finds he loves that feeling almost as much as he loves Tommy.

There's nothing better than the word boyfriend. That is, until a new word takes its place.

At a restaurant, the waiter approaches with menus in hand. "Would you like to order an appetizer while you wait?"

Buck's eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face. "No thanks, my fiancé should be here soon." The word 'fiancé' rolls off his tongue like honey, sweet and perfect.

On a work call to a new gym, Buck finds himself pacing with excitement. "Wow! This place is nice. Do you have a free trial? I bet my fiancé would love to try it out." He can't help but emphasize the word, feeling a thrill every time he says it.

Later, meeting with the wedding caterers, Tommy sits right next to him, their hands intertwined. Buck squeezes Tommy's hand as he says, "No, we definitely don't want German chocolate cake. My fiancé is allergic to coconut." He glances at Tommy, catching his soft smile at the word.

With each use, 'fiancé' becomes more than just a title. It's a promise, a future, a declaration of forever. And Buck realizes that while 'boyfriend' was wonderful, 'fiancé' is magical—a constant reminder of the commitment they've made and the life they're building together.

But the magic of 'fiancé' only lasts for so long before it's also replaced with something even more profound.

At the hospital, Buck's heart races as he approaches the reception desk. "Hi, I'm Evan Kinard. I just got a call that my husband was here." The word 'husband' feels both new and familiar on his lips.

The receptionist nods reassuringly. "Oh sure, it looks like your husband has just been discharged. Just smoke inhalation and a minor concussion."

Later, at Maddie's place, Buck finds himself chuckling as Chimney and Tommy argue about movies. He turns to his sister with a grin. "I don't know whose husband is more stubborn, yours or mine."

At the 118's karaoke night, Buck takes the stage, his eyes locked on Tommy. "I'd like to dedicate this song to my husband," he announces, his voice full of love. As the opening notes of "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You" begin to play, Buck starts to sing, his voice soft and sincere. Tommy's face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and deep affection as Buck serenades him in front of their friends and colleagues.

Each time Buck says 'husband', he feels a surge of pride and love. It's more than just a word—it's a testament to their journey, their commitment, and the life they've chosen to share. And Buck knows, without a doubt, that 'husband' is his favorite word yet.

[sicutpuella]

Twitter Incels | Simon “Ghost” Riley

That phase where you slowly start hating your girlfriend is insane.

That damned Twitter thread. It's been haunting her for a week now. She can't stop opening it, her heart sinking further with every new addition. She reads every disheartening tweet: “I’m waiting for her to catch me cheating so she can break up with me,” “I close my eyes when we kiss because she’s so fuckin’ ugly!” And the horrible comments just keep coming…

She’s somehow semi-grateful Simon doesn’t have Twitter or any social accounts—he thinks social media is stupid; but she can’t help but have that self-doubt of paranoia and overthinking—what if Simon had thought of the same thing?

Simon, on the other hand, had a day filled with boredom and frustration.

He doesn't know what his girlfriend has been going through; instead, he's been preoccupied with his own thoughts. He's been itching to spend some quality time together, but she's been unusually distant lately. It’s been almost two days since they last hung out, and the silence is weighing heavily on him.

He's tried reaching out through text, but her responses have been short and distant. This isn't like her at all. The more he thinks about it, the more irritated he feels. He's starting to wonder what's going through her head.

So… he invites himself back into her house and sees her watching something.

He joins her on the couch, making his presence known with a heavy sigh. Crossing his arms, he turns his attention to the screen.

"Hey," he says, trying to sound neutral. "What are you watching?"

Oh—just… Breaking Bad." She looked sad.

Simon notices the hint of sadness in her voice; it catches him off guard. He turns his gaze to her, studying her expression closely.

"You alright?" he asks, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity. He doesn’t understand why she seems so down.

He knew he did nothing wrong; he double-checked his calendar—he didn’t miss any birthday, any anniversary, or any other silly shenanigans she had for the week. So he wonders.

The more he sits there, the more confused and frustrated he becomes. He can't comprehend why she’s acting this way. He wracks his brain, trying to think of something he might have done or said to upset her. But he comes up empty, only increasing his irritation.

"You've been distant lately," he states bluntly, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"It's like you've been avoiding me," he continues, his irritation growing with every word. He shifts on the couch, leaning closer to her, his eyes searching her face for any hint of what’s going on in her head.

"What's going on?" he presses, his tone firm but laced with a hint of concern. He can't shake the feeling that something is off, and the silence is only making him more agitated.

“Do you hate me? Do you feel like you’re starting to hate me?” Her tone was soft and vulnerable, he realized— she was overthinking again. 

As she spoke, each question hit him like a punch to the gut. He recoiled, taken aback by the insecurities spilling from her mouth.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his expression softened. “No, never.” he said firmly. “I don’t hate you, I don’t make fun of you, and I definitely don’t think you’re annoying.”

He paused, his eyes locked onto hers. “And you’re goddamn beautiful, you know that.” 

She still had a bit of a pout. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her pout, his irritation completely replaced by affection. 

He shifted on the couch, moving even closer to her. He put his arm around her, pulling her against his side. “Seriously, where’s all this coming from?” he asked again, his tone gentle.

”This…” she shows him the infamous twitter thread— to which he has no knowledge of since he is chronically offline. He scans the Twitter thread, his expression growing more dumbfounded with each new addition. He couldn’t believe that was the reason she was feeling so insecure!

“Really?” he said after finishing reading it. “This is what made you doubt me? A bunch of idiotic tweets from strangers on a screen?”

He shakes his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “You know how stupid Twitter is, right? You can’t trust anything on there. It’s just people spewing nonsense, looking for attention and validation.”

He scrolls some more, “typical boy behavior…” he clicks his tongue with annoyance.

“Look at them… they keep tweeting about how much they hate their girlfriends!” She crosses her arms.

“Yeah, and most of them are probably made by sad and bitter assholes who can’t even find someone who’d put up with them for more than five minutes.” He rolls his eyes, scanning through the thread again, his irritation growing with each tweet.

“Besides…” he glances at her with a smirk, “do I look like one of those morons?”

“No…”

“Exactly,” he said firmly, his gaze fixed on hers. “I'm not one of those dumb, shallow idiots.”

He gently placed his hand on her knee, giving it a comforting squeeze. “You don’t have to listen to any of this bullshit.” He gestured towards the Twitter thread. “None of that matters, not when you have me.”

He paused for a moment, his expression softening. “You’re beautiful, intelligent, and I can’t get enough of you. I’m with you because I want to be, not because some dumbass on Twitter says I should hate you.”

“But… but look at what they’re tweeting, babe!” Her voice pitches up.

“Sounds like a bunch of incels.” He chuckles to himself while scrolling.

He chuckled without humor. “And look at all the dumbass replies. People agreeing with this crap because they’re insecure idiots who can’t appreciate what they have.” He takes her hands in his, gently rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “But you know who you’re dating, right? A man who adores every part of you. A man who would shoot those basement incels in the face if they spoke about you like that in front of me.”

“Yeah, but they’re like—comparing their girlfriends to… to… their first loves…” she sighs, pulling her knees to her chest. She still felt insecure. He noticed her pulling away, the insecurity still evident in her body language. He pulled her closer to his side, wrapping his arm around her.

“Seriously?” he scoffed, his annoyance evident. “Comparing their girlfriends to first loves? That’s the most shallow and idiotic thing I’ve ever heard.” He let out a frustrated groan. “And who cares about first loves anyway? They’re called ‘first’ for a reason—because they usually end for a reason.”

He gently lifted her chin, making her look at him. “I’m not thinking about my first love— fuck don’t think I even had one… or comparing you to anyone else. I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“You sure?” She pouts. “No taxi-cab theory or anything?”

He rolls his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Are you serious? Who even comes up with these shithole theories?” He pauses, trying to compose himself. “First of all, that’s another dumb thing people on the internet say to make themselves feel better. Second, why do you still watch those TikToks when they just make your insecurities flare up?”

She sighs, realizing he had a big point.

He noticed the sigh, realizing she understood what he was saying.

He softened his expression, his annoyance fading into a gentle concern. “Babe, you’ve got to stop listening to random crap on the internet. Especially when it’s making you doubt yourself and us.”

He wraps his arm tighter around her, pulling her closer still. “You’re amazing, you’re beautiful, and you’re the only one I want to be with. Don’t let some dumbass TikTokers and Twitter incels make you think otherwise, alright?”

He saw the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile, and it brought a sense of relief to him. He knew he was getting through to her, making her see that she had nothing to worry about.

“There’s that smile I love,” he said softly, his thumb caressing her cheek.

She nodded, their eyes locked. She knew he was right; he had never once made her feel unloved. He held her gaze, seeing the realization dawn in her eyes, the understanding that she had nothing to worry about.

“Good,” he said, a small smile forming on his face. “Now, can you please delete that stupid TikTok app before you start questioning the very foundation of our relationship again?”

”It’s Twitter! TikTok and Twitter are different…” She cutely huffed.

He rolled his eyes, sarcasm evident in his voice. “Yeah, yeah, I know. One is full of annoying dances and teenagers, and the other is full of annoying people and their stupid opinions. Big difference.”

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, his struggle to express himself verbally apparent.

“But seriously,” he said earnestly, his hand gently squeezing hers, “You’re the most beautiful woman in my eyes. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. There’s no one else for me, and I’ll always be here to remind you of that, even if I’m not the best at saying it.”

[poppy-metal]

telling dbf patrick you saved yourself for him. you never put anything up there, ever, all because you knew he could do it better. the thought makes him wince. makes his chest cave in on itself. god. how can you be so cruel. why are you torturing him. he knows why. he knows it wouldn’t be torture to be hugged by you, your tight, tight, tight untouched pussy. you tell him in an argument. he has to pause. yells fuck at the top of his lungs and crushes his palm into his brow bone. you drive him insane. he genuinely hates you. he wants you more than he’s wanted anything in his whole life. he’s going to fuck you. he can’t. he needs to break you open. shouldn’t. teach you how it feels to be played with by a man. can’t. teach you how to take cock like your daddy did all those years ago. fuck. he makes you go home that night, slamming the door behind you. but he dreams of you. and wakes up in a sticky mess of his own cum. a wasted load. he can’t stop thinking about how he would ruin you, cram you down full of everything he could that you would never be the same again. he would give you something to cry about when he stretched that virgin cunt till it bled and hurt and stung. punish you for what you made him do. FUCK.

it gets to the point where he can't even fuck other women anymore because it just doesn't hit the same. sliding home in warm wet cunt and all he can think about is your fucking tits and big eyes and the way you cry and blubber when hes mean to you - how you'd wail if he called you on your bluff and fed that little pussy his dick -

he ends up fisting the womans hair in his bed - yanking her head back and bringing her back to his chest - grunts - tries to get into it, tries to lose himself in it but he just cant get there - she's squeezing his dick with her pussy and he feels it but he just knows, fucking knows you'd be tighter - so fucking tight and small and teeny tiny on his cock you'd fucking strangle him, choke the nut right out of his balls - and its not enough, its not enough - he needs -

"tell me it hurts - " he grunts, finally caving and demanding what he needs to hear to be able to cum. "fucking squeal on it - "

he shoves her face back down into his bed - closing his eyes and imagining its you he's bullying his cock into - that the pussy he's fucking is tighter and warmer and attached to a fucking little brat of a girl -

"it hurts -" the woman under him moans, loud and dragging it out. patrick grunts, bearing down on her harder - "oh fuck - you're too big - "

"call me daddy -" fuck, that's humiliating. whatever. post nut clarity will come later. he has to actually cum first - and he fucking needs this.

groans into the back of her neck when he sobs it daddy, daddy, daddy, - her voice isn't yours, its not as good - but he can imagine it - can imagine your high lilting whine as he fucks the word out of your struggling little pussy -

"yeah, you beg for daddy." he's not even talking to the woman under him. completely envisioning its you hes saying it to - drilling that pussy like he hates it, balls slapping her pussy "beg for this big cock in your tight little pussy, baby - fuuuuck -"

he'll definitely have to buy this chick an uber for not being weirded the fuck out - for letting him get lost in a clear fantasy that doesn't involve her at all.

he kinda blacks out at the end. thinks he said some really demoralizing shit like yeah you fucking take this big mean dick - and cry on it, cry on it, cry like a little baby while daddy fucks this pussy fucking take it you fucking slut - this pussies mine now, gonna drill it every fucking night, and you just have to fucking take it -

not his proudest moment. she still came on his dick though, so win, win.

when art calls him later for drinks patrick agrees - hangs up and stares at his phone screen and wonders what it says about him that his chest is void of any guilt.

[chrisgetsmewet]

Birthday girl pt. 2

Also tysmm for 400 followers

warning: smut, cheating, p in v sex.

Pt. 1

"can you stop bitching about it already. give me a minute to get my shoes on and I'll get another fucking cake" matt yells, towards riley. on his way to get another cake to replace the one that burnt not to long ago.

"thats the thing it's not for me! It's for y/n!!" she points your way, matt sighs giving you an apologetic look.

"well she doesn't seem half as mad as you" he grabs the keys by the door. "I'll be back in a few" he says more directed to you and it doesn't go unnoticed by riley.

"oh my gosh what jerk. He's so insufferable I dont know what's gotten into him." She takes a seat on the kitchen stool by the counter. and you sit right next to her "you spend everyday with us, tell me- has he said anything to you? you know, about us"

you mess around with your fingers, avoiding eye contact letting out a huff "nope. nothing" you keep your lie simple.

"ugh that's even worse!" she wines. "he doesn't mention me at all?"

"i didn't say that" you deflected nervously

"so he does talk about me?" Noticing how hesitant and jumpy you are, she puts a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, you can tell me. you're one of my best friends ever i could never be mad at you for telling the truth"

"look riley.. i don't know what to tell you- i mean he doesnt talk badly about you, but he doesn't mention you either"

she pauses for a moment and looks at you, observing you closely.

"so what do you guys talk about then?" she shoots you a glare studying you.

"W-what?" You pinch yourself for how suspicious your acting.

"you heard me. We've been roomates for a good couple of months now. when im at work and you two are alone, what do you guys talks about?"

"Oh, you know. normal stuff. nothing special" you reply honestly. Up until today when you and matt crossed boundaries.

riley looks at you with narrowed eyes, processing what you just said letting out a heavy sigh.

"im sorry, i just been feeling really paranoid lately." she slumps in her seat "he seems really distant. Like he's here but isn't. you know?" you're not sure whether it would be wrong to comfort her or change the subject.

" i dunno riley, that's between you guys- i don't wanna get involved" you hear the irony in your words as soon as they leave your mouth.

"of course 'm sorry for bringing the mood down on your birthday. I can throw a party tomorrow for you. And I'll even invite some cute guys just for you." she rambles on excitedly, you bit your lip feeling guilty.

A little later, matt came home to a lukwarm reception from riley, who complains the cake isn't good enough - it wasn't the right size, the right flavour, or the right color. You thought it was perfect.

after a brief argument, riley decided to call it a night and retreats to her bedroom down the hall.

"Im sorry about her" matt whispers, treading lightly over to you. "She's acting insufferable- more than I can handle"

"Ironic, cause she said the same thing about you earlier" you smile, knees getting weak when he returns a grin.

"i can't wait till it's you i got to bed with" he speaks softly, reaching up to brush his knuckles across your cheek.

"me neither, but we can't do stuff like this till you deal with riley"

"I know, i know I'll deal with it soon."

"matt! Come to bed. now!" Riley yells, her voice echoing through the corridor.

He rolls his eyes. "Im coming!" He yells, throwing his arms up in distress. definitely something you've never seen before.

"i gotta go angel, I'll see you in the mornin yeah? night birthday girl" he grabs your chin lightly placing a kiss on your forehead and retreating to his bedroom.

You stayed up a bit longer, tiding up your room. As you adjust your teddies, you think back to this evening, how matt made you feel so good. you snake your hands in between your thighs as you sit down, feeling deliciously sore. your head spinning thinking about how it felt to have him buried inside you. only being able to have that pleasure once wasn't enough. You felt like you were going through withdrawal, unable to form a thought that wasn't him.

You prepared yourself for a long sleepless night, you slipped into your pjs and crawled under the covers. Glancing over to the clock on your nightstand the time reading 1:02 am i guess you could say it's officially your birthday now. You wondered if matt got you anything nice. Just as the door opens, you sit up to see who walked in and to no suprise it was matt.

"matt what the hell are doing in here!?" You whisper shout, motioning for him to shut the door.

"sorry i couldn't wait, just had to come see you. Happy birthday, sweetheart." He hands you a small white box wrapped tightly in a pink silk bow, his large palm making it look tiny.

"Can i join you for a minute?" He gestures towards your bed

"oh matt, i don't know- i mean what if she catches us" you try to reason, but your attention is stolen by the pretty box he was holding, which you eagerly take out of his hand.

"She's out like a light you know?" He perches at the foot of your bed. You peel back the cover for him to get in beside you.

"and her snoring is just horrendous"

"Stop being extra" you laugh into your pillow, matt shushes you and playfully hits you with your stuffed bear.

you untie the delicate ribbon, you pull out a polished gold necklace with a heart pendant, engraved with the letter M

"matt i love it! but-"

"I bought this a week ago" he interrupts. "I wanted you even before you gave me your body, i want you to wear it and the next time i see riley I'll tell her everything"

"Really? The next time?" You ask, expecting this to go on for a lot longer.

"first thing in the morning" he reassures you soothingly and you melted into his arms.

"Okay, help me put it on." You said excitedly as he clipped the necklace into place, the delicate piece of jewelry dangling on your neck.

"thank you, it's perfect." You held it in your hand and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away slightly, your eyes looking to his dreamy eyes then to his parted lips, trying to resist temptation.

Before you could give in first, matt gripped your jaw with his hands, pulling you impossibly close to kiss you deeply.

"no, wait. we shouldn't" you proclaim breathily, though you know your words meant nothing and you already made up in your mind that if you say this then you atleast tried to stop what was going on.

"oh baby you know we're way past this" he silences you by pressing your lips together. All your resistance fading away under his touch.

You squirm under his weight as he climbs on top of you, kissing and sucking his way down to your thighs, which he pins open until the sides of your knees are laying firm against the bed.

"can i taste you sweetheart?" He asked in a hushed tone, rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.

You nod in response, hoping that on some level not speaking would make this whole thing less sinful. Matt doesn't press you for a verbal response, taking no time to pull your bottoms off along with your panties, and digs his tongue into your pussy. Your hand flies over your mouth as you slip out a breathy moan, the warm feeling of his mouth enveloping your clit overwhelming you. His fingers dig into your fleshy hips and his grip around your thighs strengthens.

You whimper into your mini pillow, gnawing at it as you feel the tip of matts tongue circling on your sensitive bud.

"you taste so good" he raises his head and you take in the sight before you: lips parted, wetness dribbling down his mouth and half-lidded eyes full of lust. "I can't wait angel 'm sorry". He mumbles pulling you down by the legs, he doesn't bother removing his plaid pajama bottoms, simply pulling them down and letting his cock spring over the waistband, achingly hard. You can practically see it throbbing, glistening of pre cum.

"can i? Please, baby". He whines, rubbing his tip along your soaking folds, you nod but he's unsatisfied.

"talk" he demanded simply. " it takes two to fuck y/n even if you don't talk doesn't make you any better" You frown at him not appreciating how he totally just bursted your bubble. "Fine." You huffed and he raises an eyebrow

"givin me attitude?" He comes closer, tip kissing your entrance "cus now wouldn't be the best time to do that" he hisses sliding right in, filling you up all at once and giving you no time adjust to his size. You mewl and writhe beneath him, gripping the sheets as he pulls all his body weight on you and covers his hand firmly over your mouth.

"do you want her to hear us? shut up and take it" he spits venomously as he gives you a deep and slow thrusts, his cock reaching all the way up to your guts (not really just feels that way) you moan helplessly, as his hands pinned your legs wide open to make way for him, your legs trembling.

"fuck- you little slut gripping me so tight" he grins against your neck, you're not sure what it is about sex with matt that brings out a dominant and mean side of him, but not for a moment were you complaining. The sound of arousal filled the room, your wet slickness gushing against him. Hearing the lewd sounds, he slows down a little, cautiously guiding his cock into you in such a way that would create the least amount of noise.

Just as you fell into a good rhythm, a knock was heard at the door.

"hey you sleeping? I can't find matt anywhere" riley's sleepy voice is heard from the otherside of the door.

You look to matt for help with an expression of panic and his is the opposite it's more calm and he removes his hand from your mouth, still burried deep inside of you, you consider not replying and just pretend to be sleep but the lamp that was on at the moment, could obviously be seen under the door.

"um, I was just trying to sleep" you answered thunderstruck as to why matt hasn't pulled out yet as if that wasn't bad enough he begins fucking into you again, a smirk plastered on his face as he thrusts in and out of you.

"ugh, can i come in?" She whines, no doubt wanting to talk about her bad relationship.

"Uh- um no! I'm sleeping. Im trying to sleep. we'll talk tomorrow." You tremble, hoping your words didn't come out to shaky.

"what are you doing in here? Are you okay?" The door swings open and riley walks in, to the sight of her boyfriend on top of her bestfriend. You only catch a glimpse of her face, and they displayed a mixture of horror and disgust. She takes the glass of water off my nightstand throwing it at the wall by the bed. water and glass shards everywhere.

"Fuck you, you fucking whore!" She screams "And your supposed to be my boyfriend! And your fucking my best friend" matt gives her an unphased glance then turning back towards you brushing his hand against your face and locking your lips in a soft kiss. The adoring look he gives you shows that your the only one worth his attention.

"oh my fucking gosh, im gonna be sick" she fake gags walking out of the room slamming the door mumbling stuff to herself.

"matt get off of me! I need to-"

"You don't owe her shit. all you need to do right now is be in this moment with me." He pins you down by the wrist and glares at you. pushing in until the very base of his cock is flush against you. you wanted to push him off and chase after your friend but the pleasure made your legs go numb.

"you can leave when you cum" he rasps, resuming heavy thrusts and you can't do anything but cry out his name. no point in being quiet she knows, right?

"That's right baby let everyone know who you belond to." He moans, brows up turning and mouth falling agape. He looked so pretty like this, damp curls brushing against his forehead and his lips formed into an inviting 'O' shape. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your throat ran dry as the tip of his smooth cock gliding roughly against your G spot.

"fuck- matt 'm gonna - " the words flew out of your mouth, your release caught you by suprise, seizing your whole body in ecstasy a guttural moan leaves from your lips. He buried his face into your neck as he joined you cumming, painting your walls with his seed.

matt was a man of his word, so he rolled off you straight after, freeing you to leave.

"i wouldn't advise you do whatever your gonna do" he speaks calmly, covering his lower half in your sheets stretching his arm out putting it under his head.

You ignore the comment he made, putting your panties back on and the shirt matt was wearing. leaving the room to see riley furiously stuffing various of clothes into her bag, a nauseating fear overcomes you when you realize you have nothing to say to her.

"im sorry ry, i really am. i didn't mean for this to happen." You mumble barely above a whisper.

"you didn't mean to slip and fall onto his dick. yeah okay" she scoffs rolling her eyes angry tears painting her face. "That doesn't seem like something that happens by accident y/n"

"I meant i didn't mean to hurt you" you clarify.

"well, you did. Oh my god i can see his cum pouring down your fucking leg." She points in disgust more tears coming down. "Is that what i saw earlier? I thought you spilt water or something, gosh im so stupid."

"no you're not, this is all-"

" you're right this is all your fault, cause your a disgusting human and your a whore bag who deserves no happiness"

"thats enough" matt emerges, dressed only wearing his plaid pajama pants. a thein veil of glowing sweat coated his abdomen. "this was my fault and if you wanna get mad and yell shit, say it to me" you cower behind him.

"Oh i have plenty to say" she barges past the both of you carrying her bags down the hallway. "A years relationship thrown down the drain for a slut"

"Don't call her that" he gruffly responds, and you could only think he was kinda being harsh.

"spare me. what are you? her body guard" her tears have dried and all her responses are pure rage and bitterness "you'll regret this, when she drains you and realize she has no value, you'll come crawling back"

"unlikely but ok" he look unamused, nonchalant even about the dramatic event unfolding before him.

"yeah we'll see about that" she bites back, throwing her coat on ready to say something hurtful but gets interrupted.

"I love her" matt states simply, as if this was a known fact.

"you what?" You and riley say in unison but with different reactions. your heart mealted full of happiness and love but riley was appalled, even stopping dead in her tracks.

Matt turns facing you taking your face in his hands "i love you" he repeats not an ounce of regret in his words.

"I- I love you too, matt" you grab onto his hand that was holding your face, gazing into his eyes with adoring vulnerability.

"Rot in hell, motherfuckers" riley peels her eyes off the scene happening infront of her, grabbing her bags and leaving the apartment the door slamming on the way out.

You watch the door where she once left out of, but matt never took his eyes off you.

"I guess it's just us huh?" He says smiling down on you, all your worries slipping away.

"I guess so" you smile back, wrapping your arms around his neck your lips joining a passionate kiss.

it's not that you hated riley, quite the opposite actually nor were you the kind of women to choose a man over your friend. but it was him. the guy you liked since you laid eyes on him, and from that day forward you knew that you would choose him over anything.

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 11: Full House

Summary: Following the harrowing near-death encounter in Rome, you and everyone else are navigating the aftermath. On top of that, the weight of the secret about your parents' intentions to drill in Sokovia continues to burden you. As you and Wanda take the next step in your relationship by moving in together, the looming truth about the secret remains unresolved.

Warnings: Reliving past trauma, angst, crying.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Time to tell Wanda the truth.

Guardian Angel Masterlist

It had been precisely fourteen days since the harrowing brush with death in Rome. Following extensive scrutiny, SHIELD pinpointed the irregularities in the catacombs to a deserted island situated along the coast of the Tyrrhenian Sea. However, their lead soon dissipated, leaving the investigation at a standstill. With everyone grappling with the lingering trauma of being confined underground, the case was pushed aside to allow for emotional recovery. Fury insisted on mandatory sessions with Dr. Raynor at the compound, much to everyone's dismay, including you. 

Do you remember how you felt when you saw them fall?" Dr. Raynor inquired. 

"Scared," you replied, your voice flat.

"Anything else?" she asked, reaching for her pad and pen.

"I don't remember... I think I blacked out."

Dr. Raynor took another tact to try and bring down your walls.

"You're not an Avenger, are you, Y/N?" Leaning back in her chair. 

"Definitely not."

"And you own a...," she paused to flip through her notes, "candy shop?"

"Yes, The Candy Bar."

"Sounds delightful.”

“It's the most normal aspect of my life at the moment," you say, running your hand through your hair. "It's the one constant."

Ah, because you live here, correct?" 

"That’s right.”

"And you and Ms. Maximoff are a couple?" 

"Yep, we've been together for five months now."

"How's it going?"

"Unbelievable, she's incredible."

"How did you two meet?"

"Her kids ran into me one day," you said with a smile, remembering that fateful encounter at the coffee shop. "And then..."

Dr. Raynor noticed the sudden shift in your demeanor.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" you answered, momentarily lost in my thoughts.

"And then?"

"I was in a serious car accident, and Wanda saved my life,” you said softly. 

"So, it's safe to say you trust Ms. Maximoff with your life?"

"Absolutely, without a doubt.”

Alright, let's dive into this," Dr. Raynor started. "How did it feel to watch the person you're in a relationship with, the person you trust with your life, jet off to a catacomb in Rome, putting themselves in harm's way to save the team?"

You nervously twisted the fabric of your shirt, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Raynor. "I haven't been that scared in ages.”

“Have you talked to her about how you feel?” Dr. Raynor asked.

“Oh, God, no. I was just so relieved when she brought everyone back that I pushed all that aside,” you explained.

“Do you always push aside your feelings?” 

“Not always.” 

"But sometimes?" Dr. Raynor jotted down notes on her pad.

"I suppose," you said, wondering how the conversation had turned in this direction. Bucky was right; that notepad was passive-aggressive.

Dr. Raynor glanced at the clock and put down her notepad. "Our time is up, Y/N, but I want you to consider this: Being honest with those we care about is essential for building trust. How can your relationship with Wanda progress if you aren't open with her?"

It hit like a ton of bricks again: Tony, the newspaper, your parents, Sokovia, and the guilt that weighed a ton.

*^~^*

"Tony!" You burst into the lab, calling out his name. “Tony!”

The genius responded as he rounded the corner, manipulating virtual elements as he moved with Dum-E following closely behind. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Willy Wonka?"

"We need to tell Wanda about my parents' drilling in Sokovia," you said urgently. “I can't take the guilt anymore.”

Tony removed his glasses and sighed. "I know. I've been grappling with that since we've been home, too. Our little underground adventure kind of threw everything into chaos."

“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted. “Ms. Maximoff has just arrived and is looking for Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Tell her I’ll be right up, FRIDAY,” you said.

“Okay,” Tony said, running his hand over his face. “Here's what we'll do. I'll do some research and call a team meeting. You take Wanda and keep her out, and about so I can determine our next steps.”

You nodded. “I was going to take her by my apartment to pick up some stuff.”

It suddenly dawned on Tony. “Oh, right, your apartment.”

“What about my apartment?” You asked nervously.

“Well, here’s the thing…” placing a hand on your shoulder. “Cap turned it into a safe house.”

“He did what?” stunned by his words.

“It’s the perfect downtown location in a nondescript building,” Tony defended.

“What did you plan on doing when I moved back to my apartment?” You shouted.

“We hadn't thought that far ahead,” he reasoned. “Frankly, once you started dating the little witch, we figured the problem had solved itself, and you would move in with her.”

“Well, we haven’t thought that far ahead," you exclaimed in frustration, resting your head on the cool steel of the billionaire’s workshop desk.

"Why not? Pepper told me Billy and Tommy love you. What’s the problem?" Tony inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know. I want to give Wanda space to find her footing again," you replied reluctantly.

"Y/N, I need you to understand something," Tony said firmly. "I was there the day Wanda came back after Westview. She was completely lost, struggling to make sense of everything. She only found her footing again when she found you.”

The genius could see the wheels turning in your head. "Just something to ponder," he said, giving you a friendly pat. "Oh, and you'll want this," he added, quickly jotting down a series of numbers on paper and passing it to you.

As the elevator ascended, you consciously tried to steady your racing thoughts by taking deep breaths. The burden of concealing this truth from Wanda had begun to take a toll on you.

Wanda greeted you with a warm smile as you walked into the kitchen. "Hey there, sweetheart," she said, a look of concern crossing her face. "You seem a bit flushed. Are you feeling alright?" She reached out as if to check your forehead.

"I'm fine," you replied, skillfully evading her touch. "I was thinking we could stop by my apartment today. Since it’s now a safe house, I should grab some things." With that, you grabbed your keys.

"It’s a what?" A mixture of confusion and anger was evident on her face. "When did that happen?"

"I'm not exactly sure," you answered, taking her hand in yours. "But I have a feeling I won't see my security deposit again."

*^~^*

A sense of unease gnawed at you as you approached your apartment. You couldn't shake the feeling that your landlord and neighbors would go ballistic if they found out the Avengers sought refuge in your place. The faded number 19 still clung to the door, a poignant reminder of all that had changed since you last stood before it with Wanda.

The key slipped into the lock, and with a twist, the door swung open to reveal a scene straight out of a spy movie.

"Holy moly," you gasped, taking in the high-tech security measures that now guarded your home.

"I swear, I'm going to wring Steve's neck for this," Wanda fumed.

Reinforced walls and a cutting-edge surveillance system watched over the space like a hawk, ready to pounce on unwanted visitors. Closed-circuit cameras and motion detectors stood vigil, creating an impenetrable fortress around you.

You took out the piece of paper Tony had given you and punched in the sequence of numbers on the keypad. The panel beeped and flashed "Defense system in sleep mode.”

"So, what are we searching for, babe?" Wanda inquired. 

"Just some more clothes and a few books I've wanted to read. I've devoured almost everything in the compound library, and my wardrobe ran dry ages ago," you answered, surveying the room cluttered with empty pizza boxes and a cheeky IOU note from Yelena for $22.50.

As you moved around your apartment, Wanda stayed close behind, offering to help clean up and carry the stack of books you had taken from the shelf. She blushed as you showed her the outfits you selected from your closet.

After one last glance around your home, you stated, "Okay, I think that's everything."

"Wait, Sweetheart," Wanda said with a concerned look. "I want to talk to you about something,” placing the books on the coffee table. 

Your heart sank as if it had dropped into the pit of your stomach. Did she somehow know? Had she heard your thoughts in the kitchen? She had assured you that she would only do that in case of an emergency, but now you couldn't shake the feeling that she might be onto you. You knew you had to come clean and tell her everything. It wasn't fair to keep her in the dark.

"Wanda, I..." you began, trying to find the right words.

“Move in with me,” Wanda cut in, her tone filled with determination.

“What?” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in surprise at her sudden suggestion.

“Move in with me,” she repeated, her voice soft but persistent. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I want to wake up to you every morning and be there when you come from the Candy Bar smelling like chocolate.”

“I- are you sure? What about the boys?” you stammered, taken aback by the unexpected proposal.

“I spoke to Billy and Tommy this weekend, and they couldn’t be more excited,” Wanda explained, her eyes filled with sincerity.

Overwhelmed, you embraced Wanda tightly, pouring all your feelings into the gesture, then tenderly kissed her, conveying everything you felt at her offer. Then you looked into her eyes. You couldn't do it. So, instead of telling her the truth, you pushed your feelings aside, just like Dr. Raynor said. 

“Let’s do it. Let’s live together,” you finally whispered, the decision settling in your heart.

*^~^*

The team huddled around the conference table, absorbing the feature of your parents displayed on the massive screen at the head of the room.

“Onyx Petroleum is seeking permission to conduct an untested deep-sea operation to drill for Vibranium on remnants of Sokovian soil. They already have approval from Slovakia and the Czech Republic,” Tony explained as he walked around the table.

"Y/N's parents?" Yelena inquired, arching her eyebrow curiously.

"Why didn't she ever tell us?" Kate wondered aloud, sounding a mix of surprised and concerned.

“Not everyone has parents they're proud of,” Natasha said solemnly.

“The European Union is standing firm, but our intelligence indicates that Onyx Petroleum currently has 200 lobbyists in Brussels,” Maria continued. "They've held 327 high-level meetings with top European Commission officials since European Commission President Jean-Claude Juncker took office after the Blip. They've successfully delayed, weakened, and sabotaged EU action on the climate emergency – watering down renewable energy, energy efficiency, and greenhouse gas targets while securing profitable fossil fuel subsidies."

Thor's voice dripped with sarcasm as he declared, "I'll give them a taste of what a real climate emergency looks like.”

Steve leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "How long has Y/N known?" 

"Since before Rome," Tony replied, tapping his fingers on the table. 

Bucky chimed in, "Does Wanda know?" 

Tony shook his head. "No, but she will soon. It's killing Y/N, keeping this from her." 

Sam leaned forward. "What's our next move?”

"Reconnaissance?" Clint suggested.

"Infiltration," Bruce replied firmly.

"Can't Y/N assist us with that?" Nat asked.

"No, I already tried. Her parents cut off her access to all of their financial accounts and company databases when they disowned her," Tony explained.

"They disowned her?" Yelena's expression contorted in anger.

"Yes, when she turned 18 and refused to take control of the family business," Maria interjected.

All eyes turned to the Deputy Director.

"The Overwatch allows for plenty of conversation time," the brunette remarked.

“Where's their main office located?" Peter inquired.

"San Francisco, California," Maria replied.

"Scott," Steve said to himself.

"I'm going to reach out to the incredible Shrinking Felon," Tony announced. "Let's all be there for Wanda and Y/N because this will go over like a lead balloon.”

*^~^*

As you and Wanda stepped off the elevator, she said, "Friday, tell everyone to meet us in the common area, please."

The team slowly wandered in, their eyes on both of you standing before them.

Wanda began, "Everyone, we have some news."

"We know, and we just want you to know that we're here for you," Kate interrupted, smiling sympathetically.

In response, your eyes widened, and you vigorously shook your head behind Wanda to get her attention.

"Thank you?" Wanda replied, a hint of confusion in her voice as she tried to make sense of the young archer's words. She had grown accustomed to Kate's habit of saying quirky things, so she didn't dwell on it for too long.

"What is it?" Yelena said, moving closer and draping her arm around Kate's shoulder, signaling her to keep quiet.

"Y/N and I are moving in together!" She announced, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your cheek.

The room fell into a hush for an eternity until Steve's voice shattered the silence.

"Wow, that's fantastic news, you two," Steve exclaimed.

“Yes, congratulations,” Nat said, offering a warm hug.

As you embraced the Black Widow, she leaned in and whispered urgently, "We know, and you need to tell her as soon as possible.”

Locked in her intense gaze, you found yourself speechless before your attention was gently diverted elsewhere.

"When are you moving?" Sam asked.

"Right away, most of my stuff is already here, so it shouldn't be too complicated," you replied.

"We could use a strong, super soldier to help us with the move, especially since he's the one who displaced Y/N in the first place," Wanda said, giving Steve a sly look.

"Of course, first thing in the morning," Steve promised.

"I'm in, too," Bucky chimed in.

Wanda checked her watch as it beeped with a reminder.

"I need to go pick up Billy and Tommy from soccer practice. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart." She kissed your lips and rested her hands on your shoulders. "I'm so excited."

You couldn't tear your eyes away as she stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed. 

“I’m so screwed,” you muttered. 

"What the hell was that?" Tony exclaimed, "I thought you were going to tell her."

"I know, but then she asked me to move in, and I just couldn't go through with it," you said, burying your face in your hands.

"Y/N, do you want Nat and I to be there when you tell her? It might make it easier for both of you," Maria offered.

"No, thank you. I need to handle this alone," you said with a deep breath.

*^~^*

The next day, Steve and Bucky came over to lend a hand as you and Wanda packed up your belongings. You all loaded everything into two of Tony's cars - you rode with Bucky while Wanda hopped in with Steve.

As the car sped along the open road, you found your gaze fixed on the passing scenery, lost in your thoughts.

Bucky glanced over and attempted to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "That's a good impression of me," he joked.

Feeling the weight of the unspoken truth, you sighed heavily. "Instead of jokes, how about some advice on what to say to my girlfriend," you said

"You tell her the truth, Y/N," Bucky replied reassuringly. "Wanda knows what you've been through with your parents and that you would never do anything to hurt her."

As Bucky approached a red light, you caught a glimpse of the redhead extending her hand out of the car window, offering a slight wave in your direction. You reciprocated the gesture with a wave of your own.

“The longer you wait, the worse it's going to be when she finds out,” Bucky counseled.

As the cars rolled into the driveway, Billy and Tommy emerged from the house, welcoming you with warm, tight hugs.

Hey, Billy, Tommy! How are you?" you greeted the two boys with a warm smile.

"We're good, but today is about you," Billy replied, beaming.

"Come on, we have a surprise for you!" Tommy chimed in, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the house, the excitement evident in his eyes.

As you glanced back at Wanda, she just shook her head, indicating that she had no idea what was happening.

"Go ahead, Y/N," Steve said, giving you an encouraging nod. "We'll get started here."

You followed Billy and Tommy into the house, curious about the surprise they had in store for you. They led you to the kitchen, and your eyes widened with astonishment as you saw a homemade banner hung across the kitchen cabinets that read, "Welcome home, Y/N!"

"Aww, boys! This is so sweet!" you exclaimed, overwhelmed by their thoughtful gesture.

But the surprises didn't end there. With a mischievous grin, Tommy super-sped away and returned with a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies in a millisecond.

"Wait, you made these yourselves?" you asked incredulously, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Billy enthusiastically nodded and exclaimed, "We've been honing our baking skills since we made those brownies together when Mom was away.”

"And she lets you use the stove alone?" you asked, a hint of skepticism in your voice.

"She never said we couldn't," Tommy replied cheekily, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Very sneaky, Tommy."

Taking a bite of the cookie, you savored the warm and gooey chocolate chips, the perfect combination of chewy and crispy. "Oh my gosh, you guys! These are delicious!"

"Seriously?" they exclaimed in perfect unison.

"Yes, well done, you two," you assured them, genuinely impressed by their baking skills.

Their faces lit up with joy as they exchanged a quick high-five, proud of their accomplishment.

Before leaving, you grabbed some cookies for Wanda and the guys. "Thank you so much, boys. You certainly made me feel welcome.”

*^~^*

The day was long and exhausting, but all the boxes were finally unpacked, and you were officially moved into your new home. Steve and Bucky graciously offered to take the boysback to the compound for a sleepover with Morgan, giving you and Wanda some much-needed alone time. You ordered a delicious pizza from your favorite spot, allowing Wanda time to relax instead of cooking. After a leisurely dinner, you snuggled on the couch under a cozy blanket while soft, soothing music played from Wanda’s cherished playlist, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful, intimate evening.

"I’m so happy you're here," Wanda said, gently caressing your cheek.

"Same here," you replied, leaning into her touch. "Thank you for inviting me to move in. I know it takes a lot to open your life to someone."

"There was a point when I thought I'd never let anyone back into my life, especially after everything the boys and I have been through," she sighed. "But you... helped me tear down those walls and regain my trust."

"Oh God.” You knew it wasn't the right time, but it pained you to wait any longer, knowing it was undermining the trust you'd built. “There's something I need to tell you," your voice wavering slightly.

What's wrong?" Wanda said, noticing the change in your mood.

"Do you remember when I told you about my strained relationship with my parents and Onyx Petroleum?" 

“Of course, I know how much that hurt you, love.”

"Well, I found out that Onyx Petroleum is seeking approval to drill for Vibranium," you hesitated, your voice catching in your throat. "On what's left of Sokovian land.”

"I don’t understand," she said, her thoughts racing. "What do you mean by what’s left of Sokovian land? There's nothing left."

"That's what I thought, too, but Tony said—" you started.

"Woah, hang on," Wanda interrupted. "Stark knows? How long have you known about this?"

"Since right before Rome," you confessed.

Instantly, you could see the pain in her eyes. "You've known all this time, and you didn't say anything?" she said, getting up from the sofa.

"I wanted to, sweetheart. I did, but I didn't know how to tell you," you rambled. "The truth is, they are trying to gain permission from surrounding nations to perform an underwater drilling operation, but the team is working on it and will stop it. I promise."

Wanda’s lip trembled at your words. "You promise? How can you promise anything? You lied to me!"

"No, I didn't! I would never lie to you,” You insisted.

"Every moment you spent with me for the last two weeks that you didn't tell me was a lie," she argued, tears welled up in her eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to stop your tears from falling. “Honey,” you began, reaching for Wanda, only for her to pull away, leaving your heart shattered.

“Don't, please,” she said, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I need to be alone for a while.” 

You nodded in understanding and took a step back, giving her some space. Wanda slowly turned around and walked back to her bedroom, the room now yours as well. Overwhelmed with emotions, you sank back onto the sofa and let the tears flow. It was far from the ideal start to your new life living together.

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[sarahjtv]

My Hero Academia Chapter 426 Spoiler Talk: The Hellish Todoroki Family Conclusion

Whew, what a chapter goddamn. The Todoroki Family, especially Shoto (my favorite character 🩵), is one of my favorite and one of the best arcs in My Hero Academia. We all knew that their conclusion was coming this chapter and now that we're here, let's talk about it:

First off, in case you didn't hear, Weekly Shonen Jump and MHA mangaka, Kohei Horikoshi himself, confirmed that this is the first of the last 5 chapters of My Hero Academia. The series will end in early August with 430 chapters total if all goes well. I made a post about this when it was announced 2 days ago, but I want to briefly say that I am going to miss this series so much. It has had such an amazing impact on my life and surely saved me during many rough times. I will be so sad to see it end, but happy to see Horikoshi finish his beloved story on his own terms after 10 long years of publication. I will make sure to see it through myself.

We start off the chapter with a Todoroki Family reunion. We see the whole family about a month after the war ended. Everyone has burn scars of some kind now with Rei's having the largest that even covers the left side of her face like Shoto's and Endeavor's do ironically enough (I see what you did, Horikoshi). We don't see if Endeavor got any burn scars on his face because it's covered with bandages, but given he has the highest fire resistance next to Shoto, I doubt it.

Also, pretty much everyone got a haircut from their bodies getting torched trying to stop Touya (I'm going to call him that from here on). Fuyumi and Endeavor got a few inches off, Natsuo cut quite a bit off to the point where he's looking like his father again (oh, the irony), and Rei got a significant portion cut off to the point where it's back to the length it was when she and Enji first met. I think Shoto got a slight trim, but it's hard to tell. His hair is definitely scruffier than it was before, though. Honestly looks-wise, they all still look really good. Those Todoroki/Himura genes are doing good work.

But, despite those good looks, everyone is here to see Touya in his own operating tube (?). The doctor says that Touya's slowly dying and Endeavor tells everyone that he's retiring. Both things are what everyone saw coming. There was no way Endeavor was going back to hero work after everything that happened to him during the final war. It was just never possible. Even with prosthetics, I think his own mental state and where he is in life with his family would have prevented that from happening. I'm surprised that Touya is alive at all, but I'm glad to see that he's alive to see his family for a little longer before he eventually dies which I assume may happen in the final chapter of the series.

Also, Touya can still talk! Bro still can't move for shit, but he's conscious enough to talk to his family. He still hates his father and I get it. I don't think there was any way Touya was going to forgive his father after everything that happened. It's good to see that Endeavor still is trying to atone and wants to talk with Touya as much as he possibly can about his eldest son, but that won't change anything right now. The least Endeavor can do is listen to what Touya might want to say.

Fuyumi and Rei try to talk to Touya too, but the doctor is telling them that talking more would be a burden on Touya's heart. And then Shoto asks his oldest brother "What's your favorite food" and Touya responds "Soba..." just like Shoto. I can't do this tonight, guys! I'm screaming, crying, throwing up! WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN! THEY COULD HAVE EATEN SOBA TOGETHER IN ANOTHER LIFE!!! HOW DARE YOU, HORIKOSHI! I'M IN YOUR WALLS 😭

And right as his family leaves his room, Touya slowly cries tears and says "Shoto... I'm sorry..." I don't need to explain this one. This fucking hurts. Touya has regrets, but it's too late. Touya may be Dabi the murderous villain who ruined a lot of lives, but he's also still a young man who deserved a better life than what was handed to him and does still care for his family even if only a little. All around a tragic character. If this is the last we see of Touya, I think it's a good albeit sad send-off.

As the Todorokis start to part ways, we get an idea of where their lives are going now:

1. Natsuo plans on marrying his girlfriend but has no intention of having a ceremony for it specifically because he doesn't want her or himself to ever see Enji again. I don't blame him for this. Even though he helped stop Touya from literally exploding which did save his father, Natsuo made it clear from the start that he was never going to forgive Enji no matter how much he atoned. The reason why he was even born was because Enji wanted a perfect Ice/Fire child, but he didn't get that until Shoto was born afterwards. Natsuo saw Enji hurt and abuse his family for pretty much his entire life and Enji suddenly wanting to fix what he broke wasn't going to change Natsuo's mind on what he thought of his father. Cutting ties with his father is for the best. It's a miracle the rest of his family still want to see Enji at all, especially Shoto.

2. Fuyumi has also quit her teaching job, but a mother of one of her students found another one. This is also understandable. The public slander of her family on her is what probably pushed this and I'm sure her good reputation got inadvertently damaged from it. I hope she is treated better at her new job.

3. Enji is going got continue to pay for his crimes for the rest of his life whatever that takes. He even understands if the rest of his kids never want to see him again either. He will still do everything he can to make sure his kids are unharmed by the whole Dabi thing. He even accepts that he's going to dance with Touya in Hell one day. Honestly, regardless of what you think of Endeavor, I honestly think his atonement/development arc is one of the best in the series. He has definitely become a better man than what he started out as when we first met him during the Sports Festival Arc, but what I love about this is that Horikoshi never let him off the hook. He made Enji face his sins head-on and suffer through every consequence that came from his abusive actions. If Enji Todoroki is going to atone, he's going to atone the very, very hard way. Enji may be a better man and father, but that doesn't mean he's going to see the pearly gates when all is said and done. The best he can do is pay for his sins for the rest of his life and pray that Rei, Fuyumi, and Shoto don't leave him completely too.

And finally, there's my favorite, Shoto 🩵! He's going back to school and reassures his parents that he will be fine with his friends as they help him become who he wants to be. This essentially concludes Shoto's arc as well. When we first met him, he was a cold, anti-social teen who didn't want to make any friends. All he wanted to do was to become a hero with his ice alone to spite his father. Since then, he's opened up to his classmates, made amazing friends especially in Izuku, Iida, and Bakugo, rekindled his relationship with his mother and siblings, come to terms with his father and Touya, and finally accepted his Ice/Fire powers as his own. He says he's on the path to becoming the hero he wants to be, but I'd argue that he's already there. Again, it's an incredible development for Shoto and I think this is a great conclusion to his own character arc.

After Shoto leaves, we transition to Hawks! He's still there for Endeavor if he needs him which is nice. He's also the president of the Public Safety Commission! Dude may be Quirkless, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything! I'm happy to see him thrive in this new role of his and I hope he can reform the PSC into something good as opposed to how they treated him in the past.

We also catch up on Lady Nagant WHO IS NOT DEAD 🎊, but chooses to stay in prison for a bit longer. And Gentle and LaBrava are ok and free too! Good endings here!

The final panel shows Spinner and someone is opening his hospital door 🤔

Phenomenal chapter! 10/10 would read and cry over again. Thank you and fuck you for everything, Kohei Horikoshi. 4 Chapters left. Fuck, my hands hurt 😭

[monstermoviedean]

hahaha my boss' incompetence screwed me out of 2k and she's acting like it was my fault ha Ha HA

[bumblingbabooshka]

If the doctor were a woman they would have written her and Tom together (ultimate sitcom married couple duo)

[theodoravery]

i'm like halfway through sos now and i think it's easily gonna be one of my faves once i'm done with it. which. doesn't really surprise me since it's by alice, who also wrote arcanum (another one of my faves). what does surprise me however, it's that she also wrote heaven's secret lol

[meteorherd]

breaks my heart that some people think tangle is a boring character. yeah she's not that complex in the sense that she's pretty easy to read but i feel like i didn't get the memo that apparently someone being emotionally open means they are like. boring. like i like whisper but i can't stand when people say whisper is the "better" character because 1) on what basis? bigger lore-heavy backstory doesn't automatically = better character and 2) that just like. defeats the purpose of how those two complement each other. whisper's got a lore-heavy backstory and tangle has a more simplistic one (at least by the looks of it right now), whisper's got more complicated motivations than tangle, etc., but that's like. Why they're interested in each other in the first place. this is pointless. like both this argument and me making a post ranting about it they're funny animals from a comic book. but it's FINE

[bluethedream]

wanna crawl off to a dark corner and never leave

[welcometoteyvat]

why does the tower of hanoi puzzle canonically exist in teyvat 😭

[posallys]

help okay so my mom is going back to school online to finish her bachelor's (because she had me so she dropped out) and she just texted me that she wants me to help her write papers and like. girl i don't know if she's joking or not but knowing her she isn't. but i simply cannot. the extra time is nonexistent.

[seventh-district]

tag limit my beloathed... continuing my analysis of my potentially Sun x Moon coded ships here ↓

[babisawyer]

couldn't get the damn app to work to watch exorcist 2 so I watched the autopsy of jane doe instead.

[enkvyu]

12:45am — gojo satoru ;

“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.

“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”

“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”

shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."

shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”

“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”

shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.

"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”

“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”

you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”

“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.

you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.

yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.

seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.

with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”

“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"

yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.

your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.

when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.

his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”

“morning. what’s with you?”

gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”

your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”

“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”

“you sure?”

“i am.”

you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”

“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”

“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”

“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”

you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”

“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”

you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

gojo leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.

you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”

gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.

you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.

the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.

“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.

gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.

gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.

“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”

he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”

“yeah?”

“and calm?”

you nod. “more than you, at least.”

“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, you do.”

“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”

“you think getou’s great?”

“don’t you?”

“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”

"what are you even saying?"

"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"

baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”

gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”

the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.

“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.

“nothing!”

“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.

getou blinks.

“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”

“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."

you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.

subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.

something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.

you look away hastily and inhale.

gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.

getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”

“nothing.” gojo says.

getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.

gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.

yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"

“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”

“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”

your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

did that mean…?

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?

you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.

seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.

no, maybe you were wrong after all.

just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

gojo has a crush on getou.

filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"