#and on his he was like i’m not telling u this 😐 don’t push it

[harrylights]

ok i just need to write down these whack 1d dreams i’ve had the last couple days

[wlntrsldler]

another fratboy! luke installment. percy comes to visit!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 (final)

tagged poseidonsfavchild and lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: baby bro came to visit so we showed him around 🏙️

poseidonsfavchild: you did not buy a single book in that bookstore stop cappin for the gram

yn_yln: 😐 go home

poseidonsfavchild: yw for the last picture

poseidonsfavchild: i couldve lived the rest of my life without seeing yall like that tho

bethchase: dont listen to him. he talks about how cute u guys are when ur gone

liked by yn_yln and lukecastell4n.

lukecastell4n: HA I KNEW YOU LIKED US TOGETHER

poseidonsfavchild: i shouldve pushed u in the water and let u drown when i had the chance

gr0verunderwood: me and bethchase gotta go with him next time!!!

yn_yln: yes!! i miss my kiddos 🥹🩵

liked by bethchase.

clarisselarue: u and luke are sickeningly cute bye

silenabeauregard: RIGHT

poseidonsfavchild posted a story!

y’all lukecastell4n and chrisr0driguez live like rats wtf is this?

location: kappa sigma house at umm.

lukecastell4n replied to this story:

lukecastell4n: PERCY DELETE THIS

lukecastell4n: we haven’t cleaned yet :(

lukecastell4n: it doesn’t always look like this trust

lukecastell4n: we haven’t had chapter yet and we usually clean then

poseidonsfavchild: “it doesn’t always look like this trust” ive been here for three days and it’s looked like this the whole time

read.

bethchase replied to this story:

bethchase: oh ew 😭😭😭

bethchase: boys are so dirty

poseidonsfavchild: don’t group me with them

bethchase: i once saw a week old pizza in your cabin that had mushrooms growing on top of the mushrooms

poseidonsfavchild: sorry i didnt have time to clean my room i was too busy SAVING OLYMPUS?!

read.

yn_yln replied to this story:

yn_yln: this is why i dont sleep over the ksig house

poseidonsfavchild: I'm gonna stop u right there

poseidonsfavchild: i dont need to know any more about ur sleepovers

read.

tagged yn_yln.

lukecastell4n: recharging on a brunch date with my fav tridelt after the weekend we just had

yn_yln: hot

yn_yln: love you 🩵 spending time with u is a blessing

lukecastell4n: you’re the biggest blessing 🤍

silenabeauregard: AWWWW SHITTTTT

bethchase: CUTE

clarisselarue: KSIG PRES IS A SOFTIE

lukecastell4n: only for my girl 🤷🏻‍♂️

liked by yn_yln.

poseidonsfavchild: im having a hard time believing that hanging out with me for ONE WEEKEND warrants a “recharge” when ur partying every weekend

lukecastell4n: percy you almost fought the chipotle staff TWICE

poseidonsfavchild: I PAID FOR GUAC SO I DESERVE MY GUAC

yn_yln: YOU paid? 🤨

poseidonsfavchild: MY SISTER PAID FOR GUAC SO I DESERVE GUAC

lukecastell4n: and the second time?

poseidonsfavchild: i didnt like their vibe idk

gr0verunderwood: percy 🤦🏾‍♂️

tagged lukecastell4n.

yn_yln: being in love is fun when u dont have ur little brother in ur ear telling u it’s gross that you’re dating his idol

poseidonsfavchild: I CALLED HIM MY IDOL ONCE

poseidonsfavchild: i’ve grown. i’m no longer young and naive.

gr0verunderwood: LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. he always asks what we think luke's workout is. he's tryna get like him.

liked by lukecastell4n.

poseidonsfavchild: I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE

lukecastell4n: i gotchu lil bro

poseidonsfavchild: don't ever call me that again.

lukecastell4n: i love you forever and ever

liked by yn_yln.

silenabeauregard: wait the second pic!!! where is that!!!

yn_yln: the museum downtown on 6th!

silenabeauregard: ty!!! charliebeck we need to go.

liked by charliebeck.

[2knightt]

「 you are—unforgettable.」

IN WHICH—you’re them and they’re you!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ people in this fic refer to two-bit as ‘keith.’ who cuz who the FUCK says ‘he got his two-bits in🤓’ NOBODY! but in the descriptive parts he will be two-bit. ALSO IF U DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING LOOK IN THE TAGS!

Ponyboy Curtis ;

his class was gonna watch this movie before reading a book. ‘the outsiders,’ or somethin’.

it was made in the ‘80’s—he didn’t want to even watch it. watching movies in class was the worst!

ponyboy sat at his desk, head in his arms. he heard the music and looked up, chin resting on his arms.

when ponyboy seen you writing down and narrating, he could’ve sworn he died and came back to life. LIKE WHEN HE HEARD YOUR VOICEEE HE GOT A LITTLE BLUSH ON HIS CHEEKS.

his friends beside him noticed, snickering to themselves. they shoved him, asking if that was his future partner. he just pushed them off, quietly telling them to fuck off.

when ponyboy seen you covered in the soot??? phew—he questioned his morals, man. and THEN HE SEEN YOU BEAT UP?? he was getting FED.

ponyboy came out of that school a new man.

his ears were hot, his cheeks were red, and he was already looking up edits of you. ponyboy shoved those almost broken wired apple headphones in his ears and tuned everyone out.

when he got home he ignored any questions darry and soda threw at him and immediately went to his room. ponyboy quietly closed the door before hopping into bed, pulling out his phone, and going on tiktok.

spent like a solid 30 minutes tweaking over edits of you. like full on screaming into his pillow—i’m so serious.

“darry, what the hell is that noise?”

“i dunn—ponyboy?”

“AHHH!!”

when he found out that, outside of the outsiders, you’re decades older than him he was SO HEARTBROKEN.

the gang seen him looking at photos of you and immediately started teasing him. he absolutely tried to back himself up with stutters.

“they’re how much years older than you, bro?”

“NONO HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE! KEITH, BRO, PLEASE.”

reads fanfic. look at me in the eyes and try to tell me that ponyboy motherfucking curtis doesn’t read fanfiction.

you can’t.

like bro he’s so desperate for more content of you to the point where he writes the fics he yearns for—got pretty popular to.

“why the fuck is your phone blowing up?”

“PLEASE don’t ask me any questions about it.”

he’s a freak. he knows everything about you. ponyboy’s even began to watch your interview’s about the movie. and your other movies.

literally a teenage girl.

“THEY’RE SO FINE THOUGH, PLEASE!”

“nuh-uh.”

“FUCK YOU MEAN ‘NUH-UH’?”

Johnny Cade ;

seen you when he was watching random movies at the curtis house. at first he was like, ‘wait!! they’re so me coded😛.’ it never occurred to him that you could be so cute.

he seen you crying and something in him like actually snapped.

“wait….am i getting a crush? they’re kinda…”

when he seen the equivalent of ponyboy in this universe snuggled up to you in the church he was soooo jealous.

yk that one audio where it’s like, “how long is he gon’ be talking to my WIFE.” that’s literally johnny cade when he seen that person kiss the top of your head.

“what the fuck?”

“…what do you mean?”

“nothin’. it’s just kinda bullshit that they swoop in and steal my chance😒.”

“you never had one.”

“okay, pal😐.”

heart broke when he seen you in the hospital bed btw. like was full on gripping onto a pillow with tears in his eyes.

johnny was in such denial when he seen you die😭. ‘bro, no. they literally aren’t dead.’/‘guys!! it’s just a prank!!’

when he got to the scene he was in SHAMBLES. HE WAS INCONSOLABLE. ripping his hair out, screaming, crying, allat.

“stay gold…”

“NOOOOOOO-“

was so pissed when you didn’t come back. was even more pissed when your letter was read out loud.

“HOW COULD THEY KILL THEM OFF?? THEY DIDN’T DESERVE IT!”

“johnny, it’s a movie.”

“this is so unfair. i hate movies.”

gets nervous looking at photos of you. like to the point where he tries to look up your name on pinterest before bailing mid sentence and giggling. like full on throwing his phone across the room, kicking his feet.

will talk for hours about you. thinks your the coolest character ever!! defends you like his life depends on it.

“they killed someone?”

“so?? you’re acting like you wouldn’t do it to🤣🤣 fake ahh friend.”

—

“they legit can’t stand up for themselves. you want someone like that to be out walking them streets?”

“oh, god for bid a person has trauma. and YES I DO🗣️. i hope they walk right into my arms, HO.”

all said online btw. he would never ruin his ego by speaking like this. i am a strong believer johnny cade puts up a strong front online.

johnny literally thinks you’re the cutest person he’s ever seen. like his cheeks get so hot when he thinks about you and he gets a silly little smile on his face.

he looks at photos of you and his friends think he has a little girlfriend.

“who you textin’, johnnycakes?”

“nobody-uh!”

“c’mon—we see that smile!”

and it’s literally just you with blood dripping down your face.

Dallas Winston ;

caught a glimpse of you at some girls house he slept at. literally stopped dead in his tracks as he seen you light a cigarette before mumbling, ‘nothin’ legal, man.’

“i-uh, what movie’s this?”

“huh? oh, the outsiders. pretty good movie.”

he thanked her and threw on his jacket before speed walking to bucks place. he had to watch this movie or he’s actually lose it.

imagine buck’s bar is actually a house, kay? dallas sits his pretty little ass on that couch, flips to whatever streaming service, and turns on ‘the outsiders.’

thought it was all boring until he seen you walk into frame—mocking the main character. at that very moment he was all, ‘wait that’s kinda hot.’

seeing you help the two younger ones run away while still acting tough was so attractive to him. dallas felt like he was losing his mind.

seeing you run in after the two into the church kinda made his knees weak.

“BAE NO!”

“what the hell are you screamin’ ‘bout?”

“nothin’, buck…”

he was so scared that you’d die in the fire. (little did old dallas know am i right fellas!!!!) like i swear to god he was so scared you’d end up like the johnny in this universe.

WHEN HE SEEN YOU FIGHTINGGG. he went feral. dallas was like so flustered. he was trying so hard to hide his blush to the ghosts around him with his hair.

his flush was short lived however. seeing you cry and then literally point a gun at a cashier was lowkey whiplash for him.

“what the fuck is happening?”

dallas figured out what was gonna happen early on and started kinda tearing up. like one tear formed in his eye before he blinked it away. but he was still devastated.

WHEN DALLY HEARD SOMEONE SCREAM “they’re just a kid!” he lost it. like actually. he went limp on the couch and spaced out. like damn…his fiancé, who doesn’t know they’re his fiancé yet, really WAS just a kid.

nobody knows he likes the outsiders OR that he has a crush on you. and they CAN’T know, it’s way too embarrassing. like actually.

when he’s with the gang and he’s just casually scrolling on tiktok and he sees the tags with your name, he immediately favourites it and scrolls. he saved it for later when he’s alone.

also defends you like there’s no tomorrow.

“they were hitting on someone who had a partner??”

“okay?? fucking live a little jesus.”

—

“THEY’RE A FUCKING CRIMINAL?”

“i’m into it tho lmfao”

swears up and down that if you and him were in a room together—you’d have a crush on him. top tier delusion.

like if he gets drunk with keith, he will rant about it.

“no—hear me out. put me in a room with y/n l/n and i swear to god they’re gonna be madly in love with me.”

“no they won’t, dallas.”

“yuh-huh.”

looks at photos of you and probably has you as his pfp on his spam. includes you in every other photo dump.

Sodapop Curtis ;

seen an edit of you on tiktok and audibly gasped. full on went, “WHO IS THATT😜” went to the tags and just scrolled under it for a good long while.

he seen a angst edit of you and made up his mind that he had to watch the movie.

for the while that you weren’t on screen, he was trying to push through. he really was. but deep down—in his head he was screaming, “BORING! SHOW ME THE PRETTY ONE!!”

when sodapop seen you tending to your younger sibling he could’ve sworn he was on cloud 9.

“my turn when :/.”

WHEN SODA SEEN YOU GET OUT OF THE SHOWERRR😭😭. he lost his BREATH like was full on gripping his imaginary pearls.

had to take a breather to walk around the house before unpausing the movie. had a blush across his cheeks, i can’t even lie.

when he learned that you were described as, “movie star attractive,” all he did was nod. like,

“mhm. i always knew my fiancé was good looking.”

SODA WAS APPALLED WHEN HE FOUND OUT THAT YOUR PARTNER CHEATED ON YOU. like jaw was on the FLOOR.

“I COULD TREAT THEM BETTER🗣️🗣️ THEY KNOW WHERE HOME IS!!”

he is so open about his little crush in you—it’s so cute :(

“steve, look at ‘em.”

“i see them—get your fuckin’ phone outta my face.”

“aren’t they so perfect??🤭🤭”

“i guess.”

“well, BACK OFF. we’re already happily married.”

“in your dreams maybe.”

“oh my god.”

soda has you as his pfp on at least two platforms. his name on one platform is “y/n’s boyfriend (REAL!)”

seeing you run out on your siblings after they grouped you into your argument made him just wanna hug you so bad. like he just wanted to tell you it was all gonna be okay.

has a album in his photos where it’s edits of you and photos. giggles and twirls his hair as he looks at it.

Darry Curtis ;

his parents used to watch the movie all the time and you’ve always just been a life long crush of his.

like when younger darry seen you walk into frame, comforting your kid sibling, something in his head snapped.

suddenly everything was in slow motion, there were hearts everywhere, he had rose coloured glasses on, and for some reason—harps play in the background.

as darry grew up it literally never went away. whenever the outsiders comes on when he’s home he always still goes, “woah.😍😍”

like he thinks you’re so fine.

he doesn’t like watch edits, read fanfic—none of that🗣️. but if he gets asked who is celebrity crush is—your name is coming out of his mouth ASAP.

“so, darry, who’s your celebrity cru-“

“y/n l/n.”

“but they’re a character?”

“Y/N L/N.”

he has like ONE printed out photo of you in his room from years ago. he knows exactly where it is and where to hide it, but he still keeps it.

at least once every two months, when everyone’s asleep and he has no work the next day, he’ll stay up just to watch the movie.

he’ll have a budlight in his hand as he watches you absolutely DEMOLISH at the rumble.

“i always knew they’d win.”

“you’ve watch this movie a thousand times.”

“PONYBOY?!”

the gang eventually found out his little crush on you. only light teasing ‘cause they’re so scared they’ll get that darry smoke if they push him further😭😭.

“oh my god! look, darry! you’re little crush is on screen!”

“steve, i will beat some sense into you if you don’t shut up.”

“…okay, bud.”

—

“when’s the weddin’?”

“after your funeral, keith.”

“wow. hater.”

Steve Randle ;

his dad fell asleep on the couch one night with this old movie playing in the background.

steve was about to turn it off before he caught a glimpse of you offering this half naked person some cake. he was all, ‘WAITTTT🙈🙈!!’

like he seen you in that sleeveless jacket and immediately fell in love. literally was on a mission to figure out who you were.

when he did? all he wanted to do was watch the outsiders. WHEN HE SEEN YOU SCOLDING THE MAIN CHARACTER HE SOO KNEW YOU WERE HIS TYPE

“wish they’d scold me like that…damn…😞✊”

was TWEAKING SOO HARD WHEN HE SEEN YOU ALL BLOODY WITH YOUR HEAD THROWN BACK.

“…you think i look tuff?”

“YES BAE!!!”

making his name on like insta or something, “y/n’s HUSBAND.” he puts emphasis on the husband because he believes that you want him so bad.

like actually. he’s fucking delusional.

“guys…they like cake…and I LIKE CAKE! do you see my vision??”

“no??”

“man, fuck you.”

photo dumps on insta of pictures of you with the caption, “from our honeymoon 😍😍😛😛!” his friends are ripping him apart in comments btw.

WOULD GO FOR WAR FOR YOU.

“they’re actually so gross what.”

“YOU’RE GROSS!🗣️ KEEP THEM OUT OF YOUR MOUTH YOU FOOL!!”

—

“they have 0 depth.”

“0 depth to YOU. to ME they’re the love of my life.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

seen the outsiders when he was drunk. he didn’t remember anything that night but the cute lil’ actor who was laughing after flirting with some rich lookin’ kid.

the only thing he remembers saying that night was,

“damn—when is it MY TURN��😞”

WENT ON A FUCKING HUNT TO FIND THIS MOVIE ISTG. he was looking up shit that didn’t even matter to the plot—so he got different movies each time.

‘cute actor flirting’

‘cute actor in old ass movie’

‘mickey mouse shirt’

‘when was mickey mouse created’

‘who is walt disney’

he got a little distracted but that’s not the point. two-bit found the movie and cried tears of joy. fell to his knees and all😭.

he immediately turned the outsiders on and waited to see you. HE WAS SOO SAD TO FIND OUT YOU HAD LIKE SUCH LITTLE SCREENTIME.

but he worked with it. he was taking SO MUCH PHOTOS OF HIS TV WHEN YOU WERE ON SCREEN LMFAO. they were all so shaky too😭😭.

doesn’t shut the fuck up about you.

“they want me so bad🤣🤣😂😂.”

“they wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, keith.”

“what if i killed myse-”

—

“they’re so find i won’t ‘em.”

“what the fuck are you saying?”

“what are YOU SAYING? back up.”

saves edits of you. he is ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE OF PERSON TO SAY THE MOST OUT OF POCKET SHIT ABOUT YOU IN THE COMMENTS LMFAOOO

‘they could beat the shit out of me and i thank them :3’

‘WHAT?’

‘omg who said that’

you are his profile picture everywhere. and anywhere.

genuinely believe you’re the love of his life. i swear to god he does. KING OF DELUSION ABOVE ALL ELSE!

[blippymilk]

Clay Headcannons (Romantic)

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Warnings: None

A/N: I love Clay so much so I genuinely enjoyed writing this 🤗

✩ The best boyfriend you could ever ask for hands down

✩There’s quite litteraly no one like Clay

✩ You fell first but he definitely fell harder

✩ Words of affirmation + physical touch kinda guy

✩ In the beginning of your relationship he’s not very touchy especially not in public

✩ But once he gets attached it’s over 🫡

✩ Always has to be touching you in some way

✩ Hand holding, waist hugs, neck kisses, and anything else you can think of

✩ Even when he’s working in his office he doesn’t mind you sitting on his lap as he works

✩ You had to be the one who could convince this man that it’s ok to be serious AND fun sometimes

“But what if people think I’m too silly again? My fun boy Clay days are over.” :((

“But there’s also nothing wrong with having fun from time to time too sweetie.”

✩ Wasn’t very open to expressing his emotions before he met you

✩ You had to let him know that it was ok to rant to you (and he’s still adjusting but he’s way better at it now)

✩ Please join his sad book club ok >:((

✩ Best dancing partner. EVER.

✩ If you’re at a party with Clay and there’s a dance floor

✩ Everybody getting left in the dust. Including you after a period of time 😭

✩ This man has past experiences with his boy band so he never lost his moves. If you can push him out of his comfort zone for the night, he’s gonna end up the center of attention.

✩ Clay’s not no mean troll, but he will got to war for his s/o and that’s a fact

✩ He can be very extra without realizing it, especially with the little details (bcs that’s just who Clay is :D)

✩ Don’t let him catch you singing any of his Brozone songs (especially his part). He will be all over you for the rest of the day, teasing you and kissing every inch of your face until no area goes untouched

✩ Wanna get Clay flustered? Tell him he has a beautiful voice and you love to hear him sing

✩ Will 100% start humming to you before bed

✩ You’re the reason Clay started to let up and not focus on working 24/7, 24 hours a week. And Viva noticed that (and she thanked you for helping him relax bcs she’s tired of seeing him stress)

✩ But also please thank him for working so hard to become a licensed CPA. He loves the sound of his job and loves to hear you say it too.

✩ Definitely the big spoon when it’s time to get comfy at night. Being so much taller than you, he likes to consider himself “the one in control”

✩ Loves when you play in and take care of his hair like your own.

✩ Loves a good relaxing “spa” (self care) day. A day where you two, and ONLY you two get to sit back and treat yourselves. Facials, hair care, bubble bath, back massages, etc.

✩ Viva made you a matching sweater romper and you put it on for Clay. Let’s just say that was the best decision ever.

✩ Just like you do for him, he appreciates everything you do. Like no matter what it is, he supports you and he’ll be there every step of the way.

✩ You never have to worry a day in your life about Clay cheating, or finding “someone better”

✩ One time during whatever the situation was that had you guys dancing, you spun away from Clay and a new girl quickly replaced you for him to dip her. And he let her go as soon as she even slightly tilted.

“Clay, why did you drop her?!”

“She was kinda close to me and I don’t know how you or I feel about that to be honest.”

✩ (dw he apologized after)

✩ Clay can be really serious. Or really, really, really, reallyyy, corny. 😐

“Babe, did you know my favorite word is universe? Because it starts with U-N-I.”

“Are you wifi? Because I’m tryna hook up.”

“I heard kissing is a love language. Tryna start a conversation?”

“Are you my grades as a kid? Cause your bad AF.”

“Oh my gosh- CLAY-!”

✩ Overall Clay is an amazingly sweet well rounded man

✩ Never lose him

[cofay]

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ➤ sleepy.

part3(previously)

A/n : I try to allow people to imagine themselves as the reader so I’ll try not to be descriptive with the hair or style but this is a fem reader!

˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

It’s Sunday you woke up bright and early got wash put on your favorite dress and did your hair as your getting ready you get a text from Bakugou

‘You ready yet?’ 3:20 p.m

‘Almost just let me do my makeup’ 3:20 p.m

‘Don’t do it’ 3:21 p.m

‘Y??😐’ 3:22 p.m

‘Because you look fine without it’ 3:22 p.m

‘Thanks…I still wanna wear makeup so I’ll do a natural look 4 u <3’

‘ 4 o clock outside.”

‘Byee’

Do you always talk to your friends this way saying you’ll do things just for them because if you did Bakugou would be pissed but he doesn’t mind you talking to him this way it makes him feel special that you’ll just tone your makeup down just for him? Gosh…it’s like he’s actually falling in love.

🫐

As you come outside right on the dot he eyes widen you look so…pretty actually fuck that you look beautiful. You walk up towards him smiling.

“Do you think I look pretty?” You look up at him practically resting your chin on his chest batting your eyes at him as you smile he tenses up his face getting red as he looks the other way and rest his arms on your shoulders pushing you back a bit

“You look fine.”

“So I’m not pretty??” You pout grabbing his wrist gently and placing his hand on your cheek. “Come on look at my pretty faceeee tell me I’m pretty” his face turns a even darker shade of pink that you didn’t know existed causing you to laugh pulling back from him you shove him slightly. “You know I’m joking right?”

“Bastard.” He grunts “Come on they’re probably waiting for us”

“Can I..um hold onto your arm again?”

“…fine” he holds his arm out for you to take and you cling onto it gladly walking with him making your way to the karaoke place.

🎤🎧🎶

As you guys show up you can already hear his friends outside of the room singing their hearts out it made you smile a bit as you enter the room Mina comes up to you and Bakugou

“Finallyyy!! Sit here next to me girlll” Mina practically drags you towards her and Bakugou sits close by but chills with Kirishima.

“Hi Mina, did you pick a song yet?”

“No I was waiting for you!!”

“What why?”

“Because we totally should spilt a song and sing together like I swear we’ll be a good duo” a faint smile appears on your lips

“Okay well do you want to look for one now?”

“Sure thing girl!”

As you guys look for a song Kirishima and Sero try to convince Bakugou to sing with them also while all this is going on my guy Denki is hitting them notes BABY!! anyways….

You and Mina end up picking the song ‘A night to remember by laufey and beabadoope’ you took bea’s parts while she took laufey’s you guys were giggling in the seat slapping your hands together until Kirishima handed you guys the mics you guys were like little kids telling each other to go up first.

You and Mina go up and the music starts to play you’re basically smiling at her as she sings her voice soothing she walks up to you spinning you around as you giggle and then you sing your parts

Bakugou looks at you endearingly it’s like he saw a whole new you, listening to your sweet soft voice and how you sing it’s like listening to angels. Your song is ended unfortunately for him and you and Mina sit down. You scoot closer to Bakugou tapping his shoulder.

“Are you going to sing?”

“I don’t sing.”

“Why I bet you have an amazing voice come on!” You beg

“No”

“Pleasee”

“No”

“Pleasee”

“Fine.”

Bakugou abruptly gets up and takes the mic off from the table picking the song ‘Cooler than me” by Ethan fields

I mean even though his voice may be rough and raw it sounds good with the type of song he’s singing right now he try’s to look straight forward but as he sung he couldn’t help but look at the cute smile that formed on your face.

✭∞∞∞∞🍒∞∞∞∞✭

As the night drags on you and Bakugou separate from the group walking down the sidewalk until you pass a convenience store

“Katsuki, can we stop by here really quick?”

“Okay.”

As you roam around the store Bakugou dragging his feet behind you, you grab a box of sparklers and a lighter also some cute headbands after you pay for it.You and his friends relocate meeting up at the park

This city light and the hanged lights around the poles on the sidewalk lit up the park ever so slightly it was cute like a perfect spot for a date. Even a proposal maybe you and Bakugou sit down in the grass as the others sit around you pull out the sparklers and the lighter.

“Let’s light these up it would be super fun.” You say with a big grin, Mina chimes in

“Oh my gosh!! Yes that would be fun!! Okay!” You hand a sparkler to each person along with a complementary headband.

“Katsuki come here” he scoffs sitting next to you and leans in closer so you can put it on. He rolls his eyes pulling the last one out the bag

“I’ll do yours” he places yours on your head rather gently his hands staying there for a little longer than he needed to be. Anyways you get up pulling out the lighter telling everyone to come around so you can light it up as you light the sparklers up Kirishima automatically starts chasing Denki with the sparkler as Mina giggles and joins in leaving you and Bakugou with each other.

He looks down at you staring at the sparkler with a smile that could be considered contagious. You turn to face him.

“Can we put ours together? It’ll make it bigger!”

“Sure..” he places his sparkler with yours making the light burn brightly.

“It’s so beautiful” you say softly

“You’re beautiful.” He says almost below a whisper but you heard him for sure. You look up at him shocked and flustered

“What?…”

“You’re beautiful.” He said it again with more clarity staring at you with a blank face the fire dies down and it just leaves you two illuminated by the city lights dimly lit.

“Y-you really mean that?”

“Yes.” You’re a full on mess at this point your face is so hot you don’t know what to say it’s when he leans in to kiss you when you’re brought back to reality.

A soft yet painful kiss his hand resting on your cheek as he pulls you in closer. His lips felt so soft and you could just sink into his touch his rough yet warm hands cupping your face. Gosh..you place your hands at the back of his neck kissing him back

Now Bakugou on the other hand he was so nervous he made sure to be extra gentle with you, just in case you didn’t want it. But when you kissed him back it was like his whole world was falling apart not in a bad way but in a good way like his harsher exterior was slowly crumbling.

PART5B0Y

@armeenix @sukunasbottomlefteyeball

[judeswhore]

Situationship!jude that thinks he can fuck whoever he wants but you can’t. You’d be scrolling through your socials and you stumble over his private story and it’s a photo of him in bed with a cocky caption like “I’m free tonight” just him being in his whore era and it gets under your skin so bad because this isn’t the first time he’s done this and you guys are always at each others house and even ‘spend a few nights.’ And ur just like “is that my Jude..?” so you do the same thing; posting a picture of you in this really skimpy outfit with a caption like “my bed was finally warm last night” something kinda discreet because you can read that in two ways (but your bed was warm last night, just not because of Jude😒), and now he’s blowing up your phone with “wtf are you posting?”/“so you’re just being a whore now?😐” Obviously annoyed: you leave him on read but he just comes straight to your door at 11:30 at night and now you’re really pissed because you almost fell asleep and you have an appointment tomorrow morning. When you finally get out of bed and open the door you’re met with an angry Jude who pushes his way inside and shuts the door all “who the hell do you think you are?” And you’re just baffled at how he thinks he owns you but deep down you know you love when he shows you attention but sadly this is the only way you can get it because when you guys have a tiny fight the first thing he does is storm out, find another girl, and forget about you.

By the way your staring at him in a sad zoned out type of way it kind of breaks his heart to see you look so sad; asking if your okay. “Did you really just ask me that? I mean you just get to fuck any girl you want while I sit at home and wait for you to even see my text?!” Is all you can really scream at him before yelling at him to get out. The next morning you wake up to a bouquet of flowers at your door step, specifically your favorite and Jude’s blowing up your phone trying to apologize because you were always so quiet about what he did so he never really noticed or cared because you guys weren’t official.

waking up the next morning and ur still a complete wreck and u feel like an absolute mess bc you’ve been crying all night and it’s so clear to see and u hate jude for making u feel this way. checking ur phone to see so many missed calls and texts from him, all of them begging u to let him explain and make it up to u, asking u to meet him for breakfast or lunch bc he needs to make it right. but ur ignoring all of them, going as far as to leave ur phone at home bc u don’t wna deal w anything today but u have uni or work so ur having to leave and when u open ur front door there’s this massive bunch of ur favourite flowers sitting there with a note from jude saying that he’s sorry and again asking u to let him make it right. but it’s too little too late so u don’t even bother taking them inside u just leave them on the front and head out. then later in the day when u finally get home the flowers are still there and sitting right next to them is jude looking absolutely distraught and out of his mind. jumps up the second he sees u and comes rushing over, hands finding ur cheeks so he can inspect ur face and he’s all “ur okay? fuck, ur okay. do u know how worried i’ve been? u haven’t been answering anyone’s texts all day i thought something had happened to u!” and ur so confused bc ofc u haven’t been answering and why does he even care? he goes days without answering u. so ur shoving him off and telling him that but he’s shaking his head saying he gets u not answering him but when u called ur friends and ur mam they all said you’d been ignoring them too and now ur staring at him like he’s got two heads bc “u called my mam???” which has him glaring at u all “i thought u were hurt!” now ur both just sort of glaring at each other in the hallway and then ur telling him “well, u can clearly see i’m fine. u can go now” which has him answering “i’m not going anywhere until we talk this out. u have to let me fix it”

but ur so tired of the same routine bc he never changes and he’s broken ur heart one too many times and when u tell him this he’s huffing a little sigh and being like “u know u never told me how u felt, right? u never told me i wanted more than what we had. u told me it was fine, u said u didn’t care who i slept with. jesus, if you’d have just told me how u felt i wldnt have even looked at anyone else! i was waiting for u but u never gave me anything” which is like a slap to the face to u bc he never gave u the impression he wanted more. and u know deep down that the whole thing is a result of terrible communication between u but ur so stubborn and still so hurt that u don’t know how to actually forgive him despite what he’s saying so all u can do is tell him u just want space and it’d be best if he just left u alone for a while

[waitingonher]

hi can u do some percy jackson x child of hades in wich he teaches how to skateboard ?

sk8ter boi

synopsis: percy jackson teaches you how to skate.

content warning: cursing

word count: 1,538

author's note: guys please get the avril lavigne ref or else i will cry! anyways...let's pretend that phones are safe for demigods. i just realized that the text portion looks weird on phones!! omg

today 11:39 AM

                                             i’m like 5 mins away

                                  read 11:40 A.M.

horse whisperer 😐

Perfect, I’ll cya soon 

after swiftly sending a quick text to your boyfriend, you slip your phone into your back pocket and continue walking. it’s finally spring break, meaning a week of much needed time off from school. during this break, percy decided to make it his life’s mission to convince you to learn how to skateboard. you weren’t exactly opposed to the idea per say, but the idea of a sprained, or perhaps a broken bone, wasn’t really something you had on your bucket list this week. but, after witnessing percy on his knees begging you, you agreed solely out of pity for his dignity. 

this chain of events leads you to now, walking over to meet percy at the local skatepark. as you enter through the chain-link fence gates, you hear a rather familiar voice shout your name. you turn and see percy getting up from the concrete bench he was lounging on. you wave as he jogs over to you, “hey babe,” he pulls you into a tight hug, “i missed you.” 

pulling away, you look up at him, “you saw me yesterday?” 

he grins, “and? i could never not miss you.”

you feign a look of disgust, “gag me with a spoon. you’re so cheesy.”  

percy chuckles as he grabs your hand, leading you to the bench he was just sitting at. you notice his signature navy blue backpack, which looked oddly full today, “what’s in here perce?” 

“i was just about to show you,” he unzips the pack and takes out a helmet, along with knee and elbow pads, “safety first, y/n.” 

you eye the equipment for a moment before grabbing them and putting them on. you couldn’t help but feel a little silly with the safety precautions. percy looks at you, and you can tell he’s trying to stifle his laughter, “you look so cute babe!” 

“i feel stupid,” you grumble. 

“hey, any great skater wears a helmet and pads,” he responds in an attempt to reassure you. 

you glance at the other skaters in the park. liar, you think, “those guys aren’t even wearing ‘em. hell, you don’t even wear these.” 

he awkwardly chuckles, “uh anyways…here’s my board,” percy rolls it out from under the bench and picks it up. you’re able to spot various stickers that you’ve bought him.

 first, your boyfriend starts with teaching you the different parts of the skateboard. then, percy finishes his lesson and settles the board on the ground. he demonstrates the basic motions of getting on, pushing the board with your foot, and getting off. once done, percy plants the board on a patch of grass nearby and beckons you closer, “alright, i just want you to get comfortable with getting on and off the board. it won’t move as long as it’s on the grass, so don’t worry about it moving yet.” 

you murmur a quiet okay before raising your feet to get on. placing your dominant foot in front, and your other foot in back, you mimic percy’s earlier position.  

“yeah, that looks great, babe. now make sure your feet are near the bolts. remember the bolts?” you nod, “good, now bend your knees a little, like i did.” 

complying with his instructions, you adjust your stance, “that’s really good y/n. now lets try leaning backwards and forwards, this is how you’re gonna be able to turn and stuff. use your toes and heels for that.” 

“i got it,” you say quickly while doing the motions, “now can we get to the good part?” 

percy raises a brow, “so eager to skate now are we? what happened to ‘no, i’d rather not fall on my ass.’” 

you try to hold in your laughter after hearing percy’s attempt at mimicking your voice, “yeah, yeah whatever. now help me out over here.” 

taking the board, you move it to a less occupied part of the park, hoping to save yourself from any future embarrassment. the task of getting on was easier in your mind. now that you were on solid concrete, the chances of falling were higher. and without the grass as a cushion, the fall would actually hurt. percy notices your apprehension and offers his hands, “hold my hands, it’ll help with balancing.” 

you take him up on his offer, squeezing them tight as you shakily compose yourself on the board. he waits until you’re mostly settled, “i’m gonna walk you around, yeah? practice your steering and just lemme know if you wanna stop.” 

nodding, you feel the wheels begin to roll underneath you. the sudden movement almost makes you topple over, but percy swiftly helps you rebalance. with someone supporting you, it wasn’t half as bad as you had imagined it to be. 

a few minutes pass with percy leading you around the empty corner of the park. soon enough, he comes to a stop, “i think you’re ready for the next step, what do you think?” 

you smile with his approval, “yeah, i think i’ve gotten the gist of it.” 

he lets you step off the board before explaining the next part, “now i want you to put your preferred foot near the front, yeah like that. then put your back leg on the floor, use it to help you move forward and walk. it’s just gonna let you learn and get used to the pushing motions.” 

you raise your brows, “did you seriously go through this entire process when you started skating? it’s so, in depth?” 

“i wish,” he laughs, “my friends who taught me, they were ass at explaining things. so you can only imagine the amount of bruises and scrapes i had.” 

you grimace,  “yikes…thanks for doing this for me then.” 

percy laughs, “of course, anything for you. now hurry up.” 

you flash a smile at him before focusing. you utilize your back foot to push yourself forwards in a walking motion. percy trails closely behind you, waiting in case you need help. it’s a little awkward at first, having to take steps with one foot on the skateboard. 

“y/n, when you’re ready, take a step and then put your back leg onto the board. after, try your best to turn your front foot sideways instead of it facing forwards. don’t forget to bend your knees too,” percy explains, “it sounds like a lot, but you got it babe!” 

you nod with a determined look on your face. with your next step, you lift your back foot up and place it carefully onto the back of the board. then, you rearrange your front foot, facing it sideways like percy directed. you aren’t exactly full on skating yet, as the board is barely rolling anymore, but hey, at least you haven’t fallen on your ass yet. 

“hey! that was super good, a few more times and you’ll be skating in no time,” percy comments. 

you cross your fingers, “yeah, hopefully!”

 after a few more repetitions, you deem yourself ready for the next step, “perce, i think i’m ready. i just need to push off harder, right?” 

he nods, “yeah, go ahead and give it a try.”

taking a deep breath, you push off of the concrete with force. quickly, you plant your leg back onto the board and turn your feet to be parallel to each other. this speed is much faster than you’ve ever gone before, but you instantly come to love it. grinning, you feel the wind blowing past your face and into your hair. you can hear the whoops and yells of percy who’s running after you. now you see why percy loves skateboarding. 

eventually when you begin to lose speed, you plunk your back leg onto the concrete. coming to a full stop, you hop off the board and turn around to see percy proudly grinning at you. you can barely process what just happened before percy runs up to you and wraps his arms around you in a bear-hug. laughing, you pull away to look at him, “holy shit babe! did you see that?” 

with the way he was smiling and laughing with you, it might as well have been percy’s first time skating too, “you were amazing! i’m so proud of you!” 

you go back in once more for a hug. when percy envelops you in his arms, he lifts you off the ground and spins you around. a few seconds pass before he lets you down and you immediately head to the board, “i’m gonna go again.” 

“so now you think skating’s fun,” percy teases.  

you smile and let out an exasperated huff, “shut up, i never said otherwise. i just didn’t wanna fall on my ass.”

he chuckles, “yeah whatever.” 

time passes as you and percy take turns skating around the park. you and percy decide to take a break. sitting on the concrete bench, you turn to look at your boyfriend who passes you his water bottle. you stare intently at him before suddenly clapping your hands together, “percy please teach me how to do some tricks now.” 

percy laughs at your request, “yeah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.” 

[shellxrls]

okay so basically for context it was this girls birthday and she threw a massive party at the boneyard, kooks, pogues, everyone was there.

I was with rafe btw. so anyways we went, arrived at about 8pm and everyone was already fucking shit up. topper was pretty drunk already, keep this in mind.

so everything goes pretty smoothly and it’s a pretty good party all in all, apart from a few little scraps everyone is happy.

it’s about 1 - 1:30 when most of our group is packing up, but none of us can find topper, we were all looking for him but we just assumed he’d gone home by himself. brushed the matter off.

Becky’s house was being redone so she was staying at tannyhill with us. So we all went to bed and that was a night.

UNTIL!!!!!

we hear a car basically crashing into the driveway, Rafe went to look out the window and it was toppers, so we were all a bit confused.

we all went down to go see and topper was in the kitchen, and when I tell you he was completely shit faced. he was so fucked up it was unbelievable okay like his eyes were barely open.

so he comes over, mistakes me for Sarah (for context this guy is still so hung up on her it’s stupid) tried to grab my ass and kiss me.

Rafe had none of it though, literally did not give this man a second chance and immediately pushed him.

topper falls back cause he’s literally blacking out at this point. And that’s that for the night. we got him to drink some water while he was half asleep then we just left him passed out on the couch.

the next morning he was gone. we all went to the country club for breakfast (they have the best hangover food in being so serious).

and Sarah’s there, me and Becky went to talk to her cause she is nice. and basically here’s what went down.

turns out topper had heard John b saying “I love you” to her at the party, and gone absolutely ballistic.

he’d got out of tannyhill at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, and showed up and the chateau. blatantly tried to STAB JOHN B IN HIS SLEEP.

lucky his aim was off so he just hit the mattress but oh my fucking god.

jj went crazy on him, pulled the gun but didn’t use it. Topper got arrested but his bail was paid and he showed up at the country club next week.

he seemed so wasted though like… Rafe didn’t even want me going up to him. him and kelce talked to him though and apparently he thought all of his actions were justified.

of course he got out of any big charges cause it’s him.

oh and he tried to hit wheezie when she asked him about it so he’s banned from tannyhill on rafes orders.

I’m actually shook I swear. probs gonna script that didn’t happen next time I shift cause that was intense idk if I wanna go back to it.

- rafe shifter

OH MY FUCKING GOD ?? TOPPER ?? this is insane when i tell u my mouth was wide fucking open, jaw dropped the entire time wtf !!

FIRST OF ALL HE DROVE A CAR INTO THE DRIVEWAY AND GRABBED UR ASS?? mans is a borderline alcoholic what is going on here cuz how did he get that shitfaced..

rafes reactions was valid icl cuz even if he was drunk as shit he still shouldn’t be touching up on someone else girl. AND I HOPE UR OKAY ! i’d be grossed out if some drunk guy (even if it was someone i knew) started grabbing at me 😐.

HE TRIES TO FUCKING STAB JOHN B ??? nah what the FUCK topper needs to actually die. that’s crazy as fuck and it must’ve been so scary for u and just everyone tbh ??

somehow out of all of this the wheezie thing seems the most horrible cuz she’s a CHILD ?? what the fuck is wrong w topper ?? can’t believe he wasn’t charged harshly and if i were in that situation i’d just cut him off completely.

tbh i’ve always thought topper had a much darker side to him (esp when he tried to burn down the chateau) and i feel so bad that you had to go through all of that. i’d say script it out if you want to cuz that seems like such a heavy experience, i don’t think anyone in ur dr wld be able to recover from it at least for a while.

i hope you’re okay as well <3 !

[heavyhitterheaux]

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.” NO LIES WERE FUCKING TOLD!!

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Send me the time and place I WANNA WHOOP SOME ASS TO!! & and I’ll even record 🤭

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.” YESSS JESSS PUT👏🏽 A👏🏽 WEAK👏🏽 BITCH👏🏽 IN👏🏽THEY👏🏽 FUCKIN👏🏽 PLACE👏🏽

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”I love how she told his ass off before they even met IRL 😭 like YESSS BITCHHH LET THAT HOE KNOW U AINT PLAYIN ABT YO GIRL!!

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.” TELL HIM!! Jess took it lightly HE LUCKY HE AINT GET HIS WHITE ASS BEAT!

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead.” God bless YN’S VAGINA 😌 THAT BABY BIG HEAD FINNA TEAR IT TF UP 😭

"But babe…" Boy don’t babe her, you lucky she even thinkin abt it and not js sayin NO FUCK U!

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you. It don’t seem like it JACKMAN 😑

Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days." Please don’t make me cry, REE I CANT DO THIS TODAY 😭

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going." Jack is soooo fuckin dumb, like did you rlly think they wouldn’t notice 😒

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay." Honey just stop lyin 😐

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days. This is really really embarrassing for you Jackman 😕

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."THIS IDIOT DIDNT TURN HIS LOCATION OFF?!?! Jack did you wanna get caught?? Cause like sir wtf

"Thank you and almost 7 months." H- h- HOLD THE FUCK UP 6 MONTHS THIS WHITE BOY HAS BEEN HIDING THIS FOR NEARLY 7!MONTHS?? I’m thinking maybe 3, 4 if I wanted to push it. BUT SHES ABT TO POP AND THIS BOY STILL HASN’T TOLD ANYONE!? Is he fucking mental 🤨

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her. WAIT WAS THIS ADDRESSED IN OTHER PARTS & I DONT REMEMBER?? Cause now I’m pissed off all over again 😕

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.” If you wasn’t bullshitin there would be nothing to throw

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.” She said I’m tired of my daddy’s shit, wake me up when it’s my time to come out & he stop playin games ✌🏽

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.” Okay damn just put they business out they like that 😭

OKAY PART 2 COMING!!

Jess plays absolutely NO games with him and she'll probably continue to threaten him on a daily basis 😭

Yes he has been hiding her for that long!

The first 4 he was being an ass and started to act like he had some sense in the middle of month 5

Clay was just like... do not include me in your shenanigans lmao

Urban knows Jack like the back of his hand and knew something was wrong the entire time

Oh yeah baby girl is definitely tired of him acting absolutely wild and she is not here for it

And just because Jack designed the cute nursery means nothing lol she is still on the fence about living with you lol

[thelov3lybookworm]

hello im back with my bs to scream my head off for this masterpiece 🤡

but every time he returned to check, they were untouched

hahahahah 🫵🏻🤓you shouldnt leave stuff az what if we think ur in love with us and try to kiss u 🥺

“How was the meeting with Keir?”

.......

😐😑😐

how dumb can a batboy be? IM SCREAMING THE WAY HE FUCKED THIS UP ALREADYYY 🤦🏻‍♀️

edit: welcomg to how you dont apologise class 101 💖

“Rhys said I should expect some tension at the next meeting. I wanted the full picture.”

🫵🏻🤡

“For how you feel.”

...az...my boy, chatgpt can give you better apologies, you couldve just memorised it pookie 😭🙄

“I’m sorry that your feelings got hurt.”

az... az no 🥲🥲🥲

His shadows slowly loosened, trailing down his body like they didn’t want to be associated with him anymore

same. theyre my spirit animal.🫂

“Do you think I should stop by Nesta first? Make sure she’s okay with me being around her mate? I wouldn’t want to ruin their relationship too."

AHAHAHAHAHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 💀💀💀my girllllllllllll my girlllll 🥹

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

no one can help this dude bro🥲

“I guess some females are into that.”

i feel like this will come to bite her in the ass one day 🤨

He didn’t get enough credit for it, you thought, his ability to read someone without words.

fr fr my boi deserves some love 😔

“Shit, Cass, way to play sides.”

fr like hes supposed to make yn feel better but hes doing this shit 🤨😒

“What have I done now?”

ur always doing something stupid pookie 🫶🏻

“No,” Cassian shot back. “You always do this. You make decisions that are selfish. You push people away because you think it’s easier, and it’s not. It’s bullshit.”

MY CHILD IS EATINGGGGG 😌 im so happy you tell him pookie 🥹

The slap came out of nowhere.

👏🏻THE👏🏻GASP👏🏻I👏🏻GUSP👏🏻😦🥹

"Sorry,” Cassian said flatly. “Must’ve been the wind.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH🤪

Azriel’s lip curled. He opened his mouth to respond, but a second slap landed, harder this time

CASSIAN CAME TO SERVE CUNT MY LORD OMG OMG OMGGG IM SO HAPPY RN 💀🥳

The third slap was the breaking point.

💀💀💀

“Do you know who I am?”

the only one smart here thats who u are 🥹🤭

You smiled. And then you punched her in the face.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ALL THE SLAPPING AND PUNCHING IS GIVIN ME LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🥹🥳🥳🥳

RAE YOU ATE POOKIE LIKE ALWAYSSSS 🥹🥹🥹

Are We Still Friends? — Part Three

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: Azriel’s attempts at an apology fall short, Cassian’s advice backfires, and confrontations force both you and Azriel to face uncomfortable truths—though not the same ones.

Warnings: angst. a heavy grudge, a male incapable of owning up to his mistakes, a well-meaning but wrong-steering best friend, verbal fighting, physical fighting, brief mentions of blood

Word Count: 8.5k

this was going to be two parts but... for the drama, ive decided to offer a feast and not just a meal

Part Two

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

Azriel hadn’t meant to let it sit for this long. 

His shadows had been needling him for days, hissing reminders at the edge of his mind: Fix this. He intended to. He just didn’t know how. There were too many eyes on him now, too many people that expected his great, grand apology. 

It was hard to focus on anything else.  Even when he was with Selene, her words barely touched him. His mind was consumed by the unease that gnawed at him, the constant pull of you, somewhere, still angry over what had happened.

Azriel wanted to ask Selene about her words. Why they’d taken root in his mind, why he’d echoed them back to you. But he didn’t. He let Selene talk, smiled when she asked for his opinion, and tried to let the softness of her lips on his drown out the unease.

He didn’t know exactly why it felt so much harder with you— felt harder to argue, felt even harder to apologize. Everything else in his life, every delicate situation, every broken, jagged thing, he could attempt to handle with steady hands. But you—every time he stepped near you lately, it felt like stepping onto unstable ground. One wrong move, and everything shifted beneath him.

His shadows had made sure to remind him, trailing after you through the house, feeding him fragments of your clipped words to Mor, the slam of a cabinet door when you thought no one was paying attention. They weren’t even subtle about it anymore, curling around his ears like smoke, whispering your whereabouts.

He’d tried small things—leaving you treats, a smoothie for breakfast, or a croissant on a plate with your name carefully written on a napkin. But every time he returned to check, they were untouched. Once, he found the croissant flattened and crumpled, as if you’d squeezed it with a tight fist before tossing it back onto the plate. His shadows confirmed you were angry that night, their murmurs suggesting no coincidence in your evening spent with Mor.

Since then, every instinct told him to stay away and retreat, to wait until he’d figured out the right thing to say instead of stumbling through this mess. But waiting had gotten him here, hadn’t it? And now he was scrambling to undo weeks of silence. He thought, maybe, he should have something written out. Something properly planned, so that he knew what he wanted to tell you. But every time he thought about what to say, his mind came up blank. After hours of failure, he’d convinced himself that, with you, it would come naturally. It always had.

Or, at least, that’s what he kept repeating as he made his way downstairs, finding you in the kitchen.

You didn’t look up right away, but you knew he was there. 

“Are you sure you want to be in here without a chaperone?” you said, slicing into an apple slowly. “What if something happens?”

Shadows swirled around his shoulders. Angry, they whispered. As if he didn’t already know.

“Stop,” Azriel said. “Can we just... stop with the comments. Please.”

“Why?” You said, finally tossing a glance his way. “Is it bothering you?”

The look on your face was nothing like he expected. It wasn’t just anger. It was exhaustion, too. He didn’t like it, the way the shadows under your eyes and the stiffness in your shoulders spoke louder than anything you’d said to him in days. Didn’t like that he’d probably been the one to put that exhaustion there.

“Yes,” Azriel finally responded. “It is bothering me.”

You let out a laugh, something low and humorless, and it twisted in his chest. Should he  apologize for making you lose sleep, too? He’d already failed at the rest of it—what was one more thing to add to the pile?

Azriel cleared his throat. “Can we talk?”

“Now you want to talk?”

His fists clenched at his sides. The familiar burn of frustration, the heat of guilt, rose up his throat.  “How was I supposed to talk to you before when you’d just ignore me or say something snarky and leave?”

You stilled at his words and Azriel was almost tempted to embrace the small flicker of relief he felt. He should have apologized sooner, yes, but you had been avoiding him fervently. He convinced himself he wouldn’t have been able to apologize before now, anyways. 

“Okay,” you said, setting the knife down and leaning against the counter. “Well, I’m here now. So what do you want to say?”

Azriel’s eyes flicked to the knife instinctively. It was far enough from your hand that he probably didn’t need to worry. Probably. Not that he thought you’d do anything—though there was that one time Cassian had nearly stabbed him with a butter knife. He’d been significantly less angry than you were now. The memory did nothing to ease Azriel’s nerves. He pushed the image away.

This was it—his chance to fix things. To say all the things he’d been rehearsing in his head. But the words didn’t come. Instead, he found himself saying, “How was the meeting with Keir?”

The second the words left his mouth, he wanted to grab them out of the air and shove them back down his throat.  He could see it in the way your expression shifted—something sharp and disbelieving cutting across your face. Azriel didn’t need his shadows to tell him he’d screwed up again. The words had barely landed, and already he was bracing for the fallout.

“That’s what you wanted to talk about?”

Azriel froze. His shadows curled tighter around him. Stupid, stupid. He swallowed, desperately trying to correct it. There was no going back. “Rhys said I should expect some tension at the next meeting. I wanted the full picture.”

“The full picture?” You repeated darkly.  “Well the full picture wasn’t great, Azriel. Because you weren’t there. And because I was pissed—because of you.”

Azriel nodded, swallowing hard. Idiot. “Right. I shouldn’t have asked that. I should’ve—” He stopped himself. No, he couldn’t fix that now. He needed to focus on what mattered.

“I’m sorry,” he said, finally, the words leaving his mouth like rocks tumbling down a hill. He hated the way it sounded—weak, like he didn’t mean it. But he did. He just didn’t know how to make you believe it. Azriel continued, the apology already unraveling in his head. “For how you feel.”

“Oh,” you said softly, but there was a thick sarcasm in your voice. “You’re sorry for how I feel?”

Azriel rushed to correct himself. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what did you mean?” You shook your head, letting out a quiet, bitter laugh. “Do you even know what you’re trying to tell me?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you sorry for?”

Azriel cursed himself for the hundredth time. Why was this so hard?

Because it was you, he heard his own voice reply, because he couldn’t bear the thought of failing you again. He knew he was failing—knew it in the sharp edge of your voice and the way your eyes narrowed every time he opened his mouth. And still, the right thing to say stayed maddeningly out of reach.

“I’m sorry that your feelings got hurt.”

His shadows slowly loosened, trailing down his body like they didn’t want to be associated with him anymore. He didn’t blame them. You blinked slowly at him, that look of exhaustion softening your features.

“That’s not an apology, Azriel. That’s—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head. “You know what? Nevermind.”

Azriel was transported back to the night of the fight, remembering how you’d said similar words then, too. He tried to salvage it again, but you were already moving, wiping the cutting board with a hurried motion. You didn’t notice as your apple, barely sliced, rolled off the counter’s edge. His shadows were there almost instantly, catching the fruit before it fell.

You reached out, and for a brief moment, your shoulders softened as you grabbed it from their hold.

“Where are you going?” Azriel asked. He wondered if his voice sounded as desperate as he felt. As frustrated.

“To train with Cassian,” you replied, still not looking at him. Your hand paused on the counter, and you glanced over your shoulder. “Do you think I should stop by Nesta first? Make sure she’s okay with me being around her mate? I wouldn’t want to ruin their relationship too.”

Azriel’s chest tightened. “Can we stop this?”

“No,” you replied swiftly, and Az could have sworn he heard a crack in your voice. 

And then the silence stretched. You ate the small slices of apple as you put things away, the quiet dragging on as he stood there, still unable to speak. Finally, you stopped and looked at him. He tried to offer a smile, something to soften the weight in the air. But you just frowned.

“Did you expect to wait this out? Wait until I got over it?”

Azriel shook his head, his voice low. “No. I never thought that. I just—”

“Just what?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

You stared at him for a long moment, like you were seeing him for the first time, and the disappointment in your gaze made his chest feel tight. He should have been able to find the right words. But it didn’t matter anymore, not in this moment, not as you let out a small, bitter laugh, nodding as if something inside you had finally broken. 

“Always so afraid of saying the wrong thing that you never say the right one.”

Azriel opened his mouth, desperate to correct himself, to make it right, but the words just wouldn’t come. He had never considered that before—at least, not with you. He’d never thought he needed to say the right things, never cared enough to learn how.

“I never realized how much of an asshole you could be,” you said, with a final, almost dismissive glance. “I guess some females are into that.”

And then you were gone.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

Training couldn’t have come at a better time.

You needed to hit something—needed to feel that release. Not in a petty, frustrated way, like slamming your fist into a wall, but in the desperate, raw way that left you aching. It was the only way to escape your frustration and, maybe, remind yourself that you were still you, despite how Azriel made you feel.

And for a while, it worked.

Cassian had spent centuries mastering the language of battle, the unspoken rhythm of war. He could read the tension in a stance, spot when someone's body didn’t follow through with the mind’s intentions. He didn’t get enough credit for it, you thought, his ability to read someone without words. He was looking at you now, with that critical eye, head tilted slightly, like he was waiting for you to crack. 

“Alright,” Cassian grunted as he parried another strike. “What’s on your mind?”

You ducked beneath his swing. “Nothing,” you said, deflecting the question with a swipe of your sword. Too fast, too aggressive.

Cassian dodged it easily, raising a brow. “Right. Because ‘nothing’ is exactly what makes you swing like you’re trying to decapitate me.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up, but you didn’t laugh. You weren’t in the mood for his teasing, no matter how good-natured it was.

“It’s nothing. Seriously.”

He rested the flat of his blade against his shoulder.  “Come on, spit it out before you take my head off for real. I’ll pester you all day.”

You sighed, pacing a few steps away. He’d wait. He definitely would. And there wasn’t much point in pretending anymore—he clearly knew you weren’t fine. Continuing to train like this was useless when your head was so unfocused. Avoiding the topic wasn’t helping either. At this point, everyone knew what was going on. Hell, they all seemed more bothered by it than Azriel.

Still, you’d been dodging these conversations. Talking about it felt...stupid. Saying it out loud would make it real—all the messy, painful feelings you’d been shoving down would be out there, staring back at you like some pitiful mirror. Your conversation with Azriel this morning had only made your bitterness stronger.

But Cassian was watching you, expecting, and it was nice, in a way. Having someone care this much. Maybe it would be easier to talk to him. Mor had helped, sure, but her comfort recently came in the form of dragging Azriel through the dirt. It didn’t actually solve anything.

"It’s this stupid thing with Az," you muttered finally. "I’m starting to feel like he doesn’t actually care about me." 

Cassian leaned on the hilt of his sword. “Well, that’s not true.”

You leveled him with a stare, your body tensing as a surge of frustration ran through you, hot and heavy. “It isn’t? He talked to me for the first time today and didn’t even apologize. Not properly. Just asked about Keir.”

Cassian’s expression softened. “He gets wrapped up in his own head about things. Probably just embarrassed, you know? Doesn’t know how to approach the situation.”

You’d run that possibility through your mind a hundred times. Mor had even said it herself. But it didn’t help with the ache, the anger. It was hard to believe your spymaster—so fearless, so eager to throw himself into the fire—was struggling to talk to a friend. Out of all the hard things Azriel had done, surely a simple apology wasn’t beyond him. You’d forgiven him for so much, had let things go because he was your friend. But you were tired of letting it go. He had the perfect opportunity to apologize, to properly acknowledge how he’d hurt you, and he hadn’t taken it.

“Embarrassed by what? Accusing his friend of something so absurd?”

Cassian tilted his head in subtle agreement, like he too thought the word absurd was right for the situation. “I think Az doesn’t want to be seen as...whatever he thinks people see him as. Like he’s incompetent in love. Or that he can’t handle his shit.” He rolled his shoulders, sighing. “He’s defensive. When he’s cornered, he reacts badly. It’s not about you, Y/n. You know that, right?”

You knew that. Of course you did. But it didn’t feel like a proper explanation this time. It didn’t feel like enough.

“But it feels like it is about me. He listened to her. He took her word, over mine." Your fists clenched involuntarily. "And the way he acted—like I wasn’t worth considering, like my opinion doesn’t matter. I’ve known him for centuries. She—" You paused, taking a breath, "She’s barely been in his life. And he immediately assumes that my care for him is because I just want something from him. That it’s some selfish, self-serving thing. His whole job is to see through lies, Cass. He didn’t even second-guess her.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t actually see it like that. He probably just reacted out of instinct. It’s Azriel, Y/n, he’s complicated. "

“Shit, Cass, way to play sides.”

Cassian sighed, stepping closer. “I’m not playing sides. I’m trying to help. Az makes stupid decisions. Half the time, I don’t think he even understands why. I don’t want you driving yourself crazy trying to figure it out. It’s not worth it.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” you snapped. “Just wait it out? Move on? That’s not happening.”

The words came out sharper than you intended, and guilt pricked at the edges of your conscience. This wasn’t Cassian’s fault—he didn’t have to ask, didn’t have to care. But lately, your anger over everything—over Az—felt like a thorn lodged so deeply under your skin that the irritation seeped into everything. You were struggling to control it.

It was a small blessing there weren’t any court matters to handle for the time being. Rhys was likely still preoccupied with Keir’s incessant whining about your last outburst.

Still, it felt like acid rising in your throat, a bitter burn you couldn’t swallow down, even as Cassian opened his mouth to respond. The words were spilling out of you before he could say anything.

“I’m not even mad about this one fight anymore,” you started, the grip on your sword slipping as your fingers unfurled. The blade clattered to the ground, the sound loud enough to make Cassian flinch. “It’s everything. All of it. He never apologizes for anything—have you noticed that? Like, ever. And I’ve let it slide because that’s just Azriel, right? Quiet, brooding Azriel, who’s somehow above—”

Cassian raised a palm out. “Alright, alright, stop,” he said. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy. It’s not worth it.”

You exhaled sharply, realizing you were halfway to a full-blown rant.

He stepped closer, giving you a knowing look. “Listen, you can’t force him to apologize properly. You just...can’t. You have to let him come to it on his own.”

Your teeth clenched. “I shouldn’t have to.”

Cassian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I agree. Believe me, I agree. But until he figures his shit out, maybe we focus on what you can change.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. What else is bothering you?”

You let out a humorless laugh. “It would be easier to list what isn’t bothering me right now.”

Cassian tilted his head again, considering. “Does it bother you that Selene sees you as competition?”

You blew a strand of hair out of your face. Did it bother you?

Azriel had believed her instantly—disregarded you with a swiftness that stung. He’d accused you of selfishness, of something you’d never been with him. But Selene’s opinion of you, the thoughts she’d planted in his mind, those bothered you too. You hadn’t realized it until now.

She didn’t know you.

And yet, her words had curled under your skin, sitting heavy and raw, making you ache in a quiet, tired way. Worse, they’d made you overthink every interaction with Azriel since. You’d spent so much of your life trying to be the diplomat, choosing empathy even when it sucked—when it drained you. You wanted to like Selene—gods, you wanted to like the people Azriel cared for, even when it felt impossible. But she hadn’t even given you the time of day.

“I don’t like that I’ve been vilified somehow,” you admitted with a frown. “I don’t want to feel like I’m fighting for his attention or validation. It’s not like that.”

Cassian gave a small, knowing smile. “I know it’s not.”

“It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not.” 

He paused, clearly mulling something over, then asked, “Do you want to hear what I think?”

You gave him a wary look. “I feel like you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“Correct,” he said, grinning. Then he sobered. “Az aside...I think Selene’s reaction makes sense.”

You blinked at him, incredulous. Was he serious right now? A sharp heat rose in your chest. “Okay, well, that’s clearly choosing sides—”

“Hear me out,” Cassian said quickly. “I mean, look at you, Y/n. I’d be jealous of you too if I were her. You’re beautiful, smart, someone Azriel deeply cares for. Hell, I’d probably be a mess.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. “So, because I’m so wonderful, I’m responsible for her insecurities?” you asked dryly, arching a brow.

Cassian shook his head. “No. What I’m saying is that this might be the one aspect of the situation you can change. The one thing you have control over. Maybe talking to her would help. Clear the air.”

You mulled over his suggestion. Maybe he had a point. Maybe talking to Selene would help. Not just to ease the tension, but to give Azriel room to come to you—to clear the air between you both. If you did this—if you took the first step—maybe he’d finally take you seriously. Apologize for dismissing you so easily, so carelessly. You could find a way to move on, comfortably, with Selene in his life. Right?

It wasn’t like the situation could get any worse.

"Okay," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "Yeah. Maybe I’ll talk to her."

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

Cassian was waiting for Azriel as he stepped out of the townhome, his massive frame leaning against the railing. One glance at the general was enough to confirm it: Cassian wasn’t there to exchange pleasantries. No—Cassian stood with his arms crossed, his wings partially flared, exuding the barely-contained anger Azriel recognized all too well.

“We need to talk,” Cassian said.

Azriel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He tightened his fists, shadows curling around them instinctively, obscuring his hands from view. Not now. Not tonight. He had no energy for this—not for Cassian’s righteousness or whatever lecture he’d come prepared to deliver.

“I’m not in the mood, Cass,” he said flatly, brushing past him.

“Too bad.” Cassian stepped into his path, blocking him with ease. “I didn’t endure an hour of Mor yelling at me for you to decide you can’t have a conversation.”

Azriel paused, his brow furrowing. “Why was Mor yelling at you?”

Cassian crossed his arms. “Because of you.”

“Great,” Az muttered. “What have I done now?”

“I gave Y/n some advice that, in hindsight, wasn’t great. Mor made the situation a lot clearer for me. Now I’m here to make sure you clean up your mess before anyone else slips.”

The mention of your name made Azriel’s chest ache in a way that felt too raw. He’d told himself he wouldn’t think about you tonight—not your voice, not your expression when he’d spoken to you this morning. But here was Cassian, dragging it all to the surface like a wound being forced open.

“I don’t think this is any of your concern,” Azriel said coldly, stepping around Cassian in a last-ditch effort to leave.

Cassian didn’t budge, spinning on his heel and following. “It is my concern because you’re my friend. And Y/n is my friend.”

Azriel could feel his shadows tighten their hold, whispering, urging him to end this. He wasn’t sure if they meant the conversation with Cassian or the situation entirely. Azriel could only control one of those.

“Cass, leave it alone,” he said, his voice low, barely masking the warning there.

“No,” Cassian responded immediately. “You did something shitty and you need to own up to it, Az.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened. “Sometimes friends fight,” he ground out. “Sometimes we get on each other’s nerves, like you’re getting on mine now. It’ll settle.”

“This isn’t going to ‘settle.’” Cassian’s voice rose. “You didn’t just get on her nerves—you offended her.”

The words hit harder than Azriel had anticipated.

“Because the idea of having feelings for me is so offensive? Am I that repulsive?”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, the question jagged, biting. He hadn’t meant to say that. He wasn’t sure where it had come from. 

Cassian blinked, his anger giving way to confusion for a moment before his brow furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about? Don’t twist this into something it isn’t.”

Azriel’s chest tightened, a sudden rush of heat creeping up his neck. His outburst had come from nowhere, and now, Cassian’s eyes were full of confusion and something else—something close to pity. Azriel felt small under it, a flush of embarrassment prickling down his body. He wanted to look away, to escape.

He needed to leave.

Think later. Process later. Just get out of here.

Azriel squared his shoulders, forcing himself to meet Cassian’s gaze with as much indifference as he could muster. “Are you done now? Selene is waiting for me.”

Cassian stepped closer, his wings flaring in frustration. “Selene can deal with a few lost minutes of Azriel time. We’re talking.”

“No,” Azriel said, voice flat, his gaze turning icy. “You’re talking. I’m leaving.”

He moved to step past Cassian, but the larger male blocked him again.

“Is this some weird self-pity thing?” Cassian demanded, his tone growing sharper. “Thinking you’re not worth being forgiven so you don’t even try?”

Those words hit a nerve. 

Azriel’s anger sparked instantly, snapping through his ribs like a whip. He couldn’t decide if it was directed at Cassian or himself. But Cassian didn’t understand. None of them did.

“Cass, just let it go.”

“No,” Cassian shot back. “You always do this. You make decisions that are selfish. You push people away because you think it’s easier, and it’s not. It’s bullshit.”

It wasn’t easier—it was never easier. But what was Azriel supposed to say? That it was better than risking more damage? That every decision he made, no matter how distant or cold, was the only way he knew how to protect the people he cared about?

“Cassian—”

The slap came out of nowhere.

Azriel’s head snapped to the side, his shadows scattering in shock before reforming around him. Slowly, he turned back to Cassian, his eyes blazing.

“What the hell was that?”

“Sorry,” Cassian said flatly. “Must’ve been the wind.”

Azriel’s lip curled. He opened his mouth to respond, but a second slap landed, harder this time.

“Would you stop that?” Azriel growled, his wings flaring slightly, the shadows around him vibrating with his tone. “Don’t touch me.”

Cassian stepped closer. “Why?” he asked, mockingly. “This is what you deserve, right? If you’re so terrible.”

The third slap was the breaking point.

Azriel’s fist flew, connecting with Cassian’s jaw in a blur of movement. The force sent Cassian stumbling back a step, but he recovered quickly, his retaliation swift—a sharp uppercut to Azriel’s ribs.

They fought like brothers—wild, messy. Not about technique, but about something else. Azriel wasn’t sure why Cassian needed this release, but he could feel it—the desperate need behind every punch. And Azriel… Azriel didn’t realize it at first, but he needed it too.

He was an Illyrian, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself otherwise. Fighting cleared his mind. Whatever Cassian was trying to achieve, whatever he needed to prove, it was working.

Azriel barely registered the sting of each hit. The ache in his ribs, the burn in his muscles—it all blurred into the same tight, unrelenting pressure in his chest. Like there was no room left for air, for thought, for the gnawing guilt that had dug its claws into him and refused to let go. Cassian tackled him to the ground, pinning him, both of them struggling for breath.

“This is stupid!”

“I agree,” Azriel spat, shoving him off. “Get off me.”

“No, you!” Cassian said, pushing himself to his feet. “You’re stupid.”

Azriel sat up slowly, chest heaving as his shadows curled protectively around him. 

Cassian shook his head, wiping blood from his lip. “You’re better than this, Az. So be better and properly fuckin’ apologize. If not for you, for me—so my mate will stop glaring at me every time I say your name.”

Azriel’s gaze dropped to the ground, the weight of Cassian’s words sinking into him like a slow burn. His fists clenched at his sides, but he said nothing. Offered nothing. 

Cassian didn’t stop. “Gods know Y/n has done enough for you. Put up with enough. We’ve all done shitty things. But you know what? You take the hit, you own it, and you try to be better. You can’t lead with self-loathing forever.”

Azriel sat there longer than necessary, long after Cassian had walked away. People passed by—some casting glances his way, most not bothering to look at all—but he didn’t move. Didn’t feel the flicker of shame he might’ve once felt at sitting there, bloodied and bruised, shadows curling restlessly around him.

The sting in his cheekbone from Cassian’s knuckles pulsed dully, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from the gnawing thoughts taking root.

Maybe it wasn’t the fear of you rejecting his apology that held him back. Maybe it was the fear that you wouldn’t.

That you’d accept it. 

That somehow, he’d manage to make it up to you. That things would settle for a while, until he inevitably did something worse. Something irreparable.

He was terrified of succeeding—of pulling you back in, of you continuing to see something in him that he wasn’t. That you’d keep believing in this illusion, this version of him he’d somehow convinced you existed.

For centuries, it felt like he’d been holding his breath, waiting for the inevitable—waiting for you to see him as he truly was. And if he made this right, if you forgave him, it would only give him more time to fail you again.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

You were walking without a proper destination in mind.

You’d never been to it, but Azriel had once mentioned that Selene worked at a flower shop near the Palace of Thread and Jewels. He’d first run into her on one of his free days, when he’d stopped by a few of his favorite parts in the city.

This area made sense. It was near his usual route, tucked away in a cozy corner of the city. As the scent of flowers suddenly enveloped you, you heard Selene’s unmistakable voice. Relief surged through you; you’d found the right place. 

You thought back to your conversation with Cassian. You knew you weren’t in the wrong, that this current visit wasn’t expected of you. But it was something you could control. You’d wanted to get to know Selene better anyway. You prepared yourself, putting on a smile and stepping towards the door, but then—

“I mean, is he really worth all that effort?”

This was a voice you didn’t recognize. It curled around you, something about it making your stomach clench. 

A small sigh. “Azriel?”

This time, the voice belonged to Selene. You froze, rooted to the spot. Any inclination to quit eavesdropping washed away at the sound of his name. You felt a tightness in your chest—an almost primal urge to run in there, to stop the conversation before it even began. 

“Yeah,” the second voice pressed, “He’s a freak, Sel. Hot, sure, but a total freak. And so intense all the time.”

For a moment, there was silence. And then, Selene’s voice, almost reluctant, like she was holding back. “Well—”

Her friend interrupted. “And those shadows? Don’t they freak you out?”

A sound of disgust, maybe a shiver, followed her words. Something cold rushed through you, crawling beneath your skin, and for a moment, you didn’t know whether you wanted to shout or run. Or maybe both. Anger churned in your gut, and the calm, composed facade you’d been carefully maintaining on the walk here began to crack, slipping away piece by piece. 

“Hey, knock it off,” Selene replied, her voice soft.  “He surprises you. He’s sweet. He makes me happy.”

Her friend snorted. “Has it been an ego boost for you, then?”

“I mean, yeah,” Selene admitted quietly. “But that’s not all of it. Things with him actually aren’t… great right now. He canceled on me again tonight. I think it’s because he had some kind of fight with Y/n.”

The mention of your name stole the breath from your chest, and your body constricted almost involuntarily. 

Her friend’s voice was full of disbelief as she asked, “He actually told you?”

“No,” Selene said softly, “I—I heard them. I feel really bad, but…”

The next sound was unmistakable—the sharp intake of breath from her friend, a squeal of sorts.

“Did you actually use the listening charm I gave you? You little min—”

Something snapped in you as the words registered. A listening charm. A strange, gross invasion of privacy. And to think you had felt bad standing here, eavesdropping on their conversation in a public store, of all places. You’d been this close to giving her the benefit of the doubt.

You stormed into the shop, the door slamming behind you, and both voices froze. You barely registered Selene’s friend’s wide-eyed realization, the quiet “Oh shit” leaving her lips as she turned toward Selene.

Your focus was on Selene—on her and no one else. She stood there, an image of calm beauty that twisted something deep inside you—a type of beauty that felt somehow wrong, as if it were too polished, too perfect, for the situation. Her dark hair framed her face, her delicate features still and pale as she stared at you. The color drained from her face the moment your gaze locked with hers.

“Do you want to explain what I just heard?” you asked, your voice tight, sharp, biting. “Or should I just tell you what I’ve gathered?”

Silence. 

Her friend opened her mouth to protest, “I don’t think you have any right coming in here and—”

“I think this is a conversation for me and Selene,” you said coldly, not bothering to spare her a glance. 

Selene blinked a few times before she turned her head and offered her friend a small, almost reluctant nod.

“You should go,” she told her quietly. “And put the closed sign on the door, please.”

Her friend hesitated, but with a final glance in your direction, she walked out, the soft click of the door behind her leaving the two of you alone. You didn’t miss the way she’d muttered under her breath as she left, a quiet but very clear “Bitch.”

“Y/n,” Selene said after another moment of silence, her voice tentative, like she was trying to find the right words. “I didn’t know that you were here.”

“Clearly.”

Selene’s movements were stiff, awkward as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, like she didn’t know what to do with her hands now that she was trapped in this uncomfortable moment.  “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t think that matters anymore,” you replied. “I asked you a question. I’d like to know what I just overheard.”

Selene’s ears flushed pink, a deep red that spread across her neck, as she took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

You could feel your patience unraveling. Of course she didn’t know what to say. She’d been caught in the act. There was no excuse for this.

“You listened to us,” you snapped, the words bitter in your mouth. “You spied on Azriel. Do you just want to skip ahead to how you justify it?”

Her face paled, and for a moment, she looked younger—small, almost fragile. “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Oh please.” The frustration boiled over, flooding your veins with anger you hadn’t realized was possible. Anything you’d felt before this moment paled in comparison. You shouldn’t have asked her to explain. You already knew whatever she said would only make things worse, would only add fuel to the fire that was your growing irritation.

This is stupid. This is ridiculous. How did you get roped into this?

“I know it was wrong!” she said quickly, the words tumbling out. “I know, okay? I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have let Runa convince me it was a good idea. But I didn’t know what else to do.”

That had to be the worst excuse you’d ever heard. It wasn’t just the stupidity of it that pissed you off—it was the weakness of it, the desperation in her voice that made you want to scream.  Azriel must be blind. Had he really been so wrapped up in whatever bubble he’d built around her that he couldn’t see the cracks? Was he so fucking love-blind that this—this—was what he was left with?

“What else to do? About what? Surely any other solution would have been better.”

She let out a deep sigh and her shoulders sagged with the motion. “I really like him,  Y/n.”

You snorted, a sound of genuine amusement—more out of sheer disbelief than anything else. You couldn’t help it. “Alright,” you said, dismissing her with a wave of your hand, not buying it for a second. “Don’t start.”

“I do,” Selene said, her voice more insistent now. “I think I might even love him. But it’s hard.”

You shot her an unimpressed look. 

Her voice was louder, more frantic, as she continued. “Azriel doesn’t talk about anything—anything real.”

You didn’t bother hiding the scoff. “Bullshit. Az talks. You just have to be patient. Communicate like a normal fucking partner.”

Her frustration flashed across her face, the defensive crossing of her arms only making her look more like a child. “Do you think I didn’t try that? He doesn’t tell me anything. Not really. He keeps everything locked up so tight—he barely even looks at me sometimes. What was I supposed to do?”

“Maybe not violate his privacy?” 

“You don’t get it.” Her hands trembled as she gestured at you. “He doesn’t talk to me like he talks to you. Do you know what it’s like to be the one he’s supposed to care about but feel like you’re always on the outside? Like there’s this wall between us that I can’t get through, but somehow you can?”

You should’ve walked away then. The urge to just let her talk herself into a hole was strong. But you didn’t.

“You’ve been dating him for a few months,” you said, crossing your arms, your stance slightly defensive. “We’ve been friends for centuries. You can’t expect him to open up to you completely overnight.”

“That’s not the point!” she snapped, her voice rising, a crack of desperation leaking through. For a fleeting second, you almost felt bad for her. A tug of sympathy.

“Then what the hell is the point?” you demanded. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re just looking for someone to blame. And for some reason, that someone is me. Are you seriously trying to imply I'm somehow responsible for you spying on him?”

Selene flinched, but she didn’t back down. You had to give her credit for that.  “No. I—I don’t know,” she mumbled, her hand tugging at her hair in jerky movements, like she was trying to yank the thoughts from her mind. “I panicked, okay? I didn’t think—I just… I didn’t want to lose him. I thought if I could figure out what was going on, maybe I could fix it. Maybe I could stop feeling like…”

“Like what?” 

“Like I’m always on the outside. Like I’m never going to be enough.”

A part of you wanted to snap back at her, to remind her that this wasn’t a justification, that none of this made it okay. But something about her voice—broken, raw, like a crack that had been growing for too long—slowed your response. Your anger faltered.

“I know it’s insane,” she added, “I know it was wrong, and I feel awful about it. But I didn’t know what else to do. It feels like i’m competing with someone who’s known him longer, who gets to see parts of him I never will. How am I supposed to make space for myself?”

“Still not a good enough excuse,” you bit out. “You can’t just violate his privacy because you’re insecure.”

Selene took a deep breath and met your gaze. There was no fight in them anymore. “Please, just go. Run off and tell Azriel everything. I know you’re probably excited to.”

Her words stung more than they should have.

“Why do you say it like that?” you asked, “Like I’m thrilled to ruin your relationship?”

Selene’s eyes flickered with something sharp. “Aren’t you?”

For a second, you almost wished you could be. Almost.

“No,” you said firmly. “I would never do that to Azriel. I’m not your competition. I’m his friend. I came here to give you the benefit of the doubt because I wanted you two to be happy. But this? This is…” You trailed off, unable to even finish the thought, because it was too much—everything about it felt wrong.

“Crazy?” Selene finished bitterly, shaking her head. “Yeah, I know. Believe me, I know how it looks. But like I said, you don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like to care about someone so much that you start losing sight of yourself. I think about him, about how much I care about him, and all my instincts go out the window. ”

Selene had always existed a certain way in your mind.

Azriel had seemed lighter when he first mentioned her, a softness in his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. And you’d been happy for him—thrilled, even, at the idea of someone bringing him a bit of joy. You’d wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, wanted to believe that she could be good for him. You were excited to meet her.

But then Az started to change.

The more he changed, the more Selene shifted in your mind, too. She became untouchable, an image conjured more from your worry than from anything real. You imagined her as someone clingy, someone who demanded all of his attention and made him forget the people who loved him first. Someone full of herself, reveling in the power she had over him.

And then you’d met her.

She wasn’t what you’d expected—though not in the way that might have changed your mind. She wasn’t warm or open, wasn’t eager to charm or connect with Azriel’s family. Instead, she’d clung to him like a second skin, her hands always on his arm, her smile reserved only for him. And maybe it was unfair, but you hadn’t liked the way she’d looked at you, hadn’t liked the guarded, wary edge to her voice when she spoke.

You’d trusted your gut, let it guide you through the uncertainty. And when things fell apart—when the argument between you and Az finally erupted—Selene’s image had shifted again.

She became a villain in your mind, a figure painted in sharp, unforgiving lines. It was easier that way. Easier to picture her whispering in Azriel’s ear, twisting his thoughts, pulling him further away from you. You’d built her into someone cruel, someone who reveled in the divide she’d caused.

But now, standing before her, you saw something else entirely.

Selene didn’t look cruel. She didn’t look smug or victorious. If anything, she looked fragile. There was an unease in her posture, a vulnerability in the way her hands fidgeted at her sides. The guardedness was still there, but it felt more like armor than arrogance.

And for the first time, you questioned how much of the image you’d built of her was real—and how much of it was your own fear, your own concern for Azriel, projected onto her.

“Why did you tell Azriel that I had feelings for him?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you weren’t sure where they came from—but somehow, they lifted a deep weight off your chest.

Her brows furrowed, genuine confusion crossing her face. "What?"

“Why did you tell him that you thought I had feelings for him?”

“I wanted to see what he’d do,” she admitted. 

Disbelief tightened in your chest.  “So you lied to him for fun?”

She shook her head. “No I didn’t.”

“Yes,” you said, the word bitten out, “You told him I had feelings for him.”

“Because you do,” she answered, as though it were the simplest thing in the world, like she understood your feelings better than you did. And for a second—a stupid, fleeting second—you almost believed her.

Selene’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know what a female in love with him looks like,” she said quietly,  her voice soft in a way it wasn’t before. “I see it every day when I look in the mirror.”

Something inside you twisted painfully, a knot of emotions you couldn’t untangle fast enough. You focused on the irritation. 

“Am I wrong?” she continued. “Is he the best part of your day? Do you look forward to talking to him? Can you tell him things you’d never tell anyone else? Do you save bits of good food just so he can try it?”

Your throat felt tight, the words stuck somewhere between anger and disbelief. How had this conversation managed to spin so completely?

The breath you took felt jagged, like your lungs couldn’t quite expand all the way. “That’s not true,” you said. “Azriel and I… We’re friends. That’s all. We’ve been friends for centuries. That’s just—what happens when you’ve known someone that long.”

For a moment, you thought she might apologize, or at least reconsider. Her expression faltered, but instead, she just stared at you.

“Do you really believe that?”

When you didn’t reply, Selene blinked, cleared her throat, and turned away from you, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “This is so pathetic,” she muttered, her voice tinged with bitter amusement. “I’m standing here, basically pushing you to him.”

A sigh slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You hesitated, torn between frustration and a strange sympathy. Against every instinct telling you to be petty, a part of you felt bad for her. She cared about Azriel. Deeply. You were certain of it— unsure of how you knew, but you were certain nonetheless. There was no malice in her voice, just insecurity and raw, unspoken fear.

You hated that you could sense it, but you couldn't ignore it either. You could almost hear Amren in your ear, urging you to walk away, and Mor's voice reminding you that Selene didn’t deserve your kindness. But somehow, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. If Azriel saw something worth loving in Selene, maybe you did too.

“Okay, well, don’t do that,” you muttered, taking a step closer. The urge to comfort her was almost overwhelming—to show her that maybe she could learn and grow from this. “You need to talk to Az, Selene. Just sit down, be open—”

“Stop. Don’t be nice to me,” she snapped, spinning to face you. Her voice was sharp.

She moved as if to push you away, but hadn’t realized how close you’d stepped. The edge of her bracelet caught your cheek, and the sharp sting of metal cut straight through it.

Selene froze, her eyes widening as she took in the line of blood blooming on your cheek. “Oh my gods,” she whispered, her hands hovering uselessly. “I—I didn’t mean—”

You stepped back further, your hand still on your cheek, blood warm against your fingertips. 

This seemed about right, you thought bitterly to yourself. This is what happens when you try to be the bigger person. You were gonna kill Cassian. You were going to wring his godsdamned neck.

Selene’s voice became a rush of apologies, each one more frantic than the last, but your attention was already slipping away. Your gaze fell to the bracelet on her wrist. The metal gleamed, twisting slightly with every motion of her hand. You recognized it instantly.

Azriel had a similar one in his room. On his dresser.

“Is that how you did it?” you asked, pointing to her wrist.

Selene’s face drained of color, guilt flooding her expression. She nodded slowly, her hands shaking as she removed the bracelet and held it out to you, eyes wide and full of regret.

You took it from her fingers and, just for a moment, you almost let yourself fall back into the anger, the hurt. But you didn’t. You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself before shaking your head.

“I’m sorry,” Selene whispered, voice breaking. “I really am. I was— I was just desperate. And Runa kept pushing, and—”

You cut her off with a sharp shake of your head, locking eyes with her. Her voice faded, but it didn’t matter anymore. “You’re not terrible, Selene. But you have terrible friends.”

You turned to leave but paused at the door, glancing back over your shoulder. “I suggest you find new ones.”

You tried to steady yourself as you stepped into the bustling streets of Velaris. The bracelet in your hand was cold against your palm, and the sting of the cut on your cheek throbbed with each beat of your pulse. Everything inside you felt scrambled—emotions tangled, confusion still clouding your mind.

The shuffle of footsteps broke through your fog. You looked up, just in time to hear a sharp voice.

“Ouch, that looks like it stung.” A small chuckle. “Although I’m sure you’re excited to have a reason for the Shadowsinger to tend to you.”

You scanned her. “Runa, right?”

She smirked, crossing her arms. “Yeah, that's me.”

Without hesitation, you found yourself saying, “You gave your friend some hurtful advice.”

Runa shrugged nonchalantly, almost amused. “Oops.”

You held your tongue for a moment, your irritation intensifying the longer you looked at her. Unlike Selene, who had managed to evoke some sympathy, Runa didn’t even come close. She shifted, as if waiting for you to bite.

The silence stretched before she finally broke it with a snide laugh. “Honestly, Selene’s better off without that freak of a boyfriend. She doesn’t need to be wrapped up with shitty court politicians.”

Something in you snapped. Maybe it was the words, maybe it was the whirlwind of emotions from the last half hour, but your patience with her was gone. You inhaled sharply, trying to steady your temper, and placed the bracelet in your pocket.

“Do you know who I am?”

Runa raised an eyebrow, the slightest trace of mockery in her smile. “Uh, yeah. You're an emissary or something, right?” She waved her hand dismissively, as if it didn’t matter.

You closed the distance between you in a few long strides. “Good,” you said, letting the word settle in the air. “I want you to remember that when you report.”

Runa looked confused, her smug attitude faltering. “Report what?” 

You smiled. And then you punched her in the face. 

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

authors note: fun fact, this was the 6th draft of this!! and this felt like the way to go with the story....gives me some options to exploree. its also so long bc i wanted to keep all the fun scenes together tehehe sorry yall i got carried away

but selene....selene...selene... how i thought about her for a bit. i wanted to avoid making selene a caricature of a soulless mean jealous girl, i think it makes it somehow worse and even better to write knowing she was just incredibly insecure and misguided by people she trusted...doesn’t make anythinggg she did okay but

we out here rly testing our reader with a selene like villain rn. tehehe

also....time to imagine rhys holding nyx on his lap as he tells reader that shes in trouble for fighting a citizen in the open mf streets. rhys was so smug and now he’s like damn…wait a min… our public imagine SUCKSS

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THEIR GUILTY PLEASURE ARTISTS

CLASS 1A HEADCANONS

masterlist

KIRISHIMA

brittney. spears.

not even guilty, he actively loves her

mf is secure in his masculinity and i respect him for that

doesn’t tolerate britney slander, not for one second

learned the choreo for womaniser on the og just dance, makes you do it with him

if he has a sex playlist slave for you is on there no doubt LMAO

bought a free britney shirt and wore it to the gym (HHEUSUAJSISJSKKAUAGSUS)

all in all, i love kirishima so fucking much oh my god

BAKUGOU

hmmmm. still actively listens to mcr

he’s only guilty because denki findng out and bullied him for it LMAO

“omg u guys it’s Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way!!!”

(Denki should be embarrassed he knows who that is) (i should be too)

has a bunch of posters and t shirts, hides them

if u tell him you like them too he’ll get really excited, on the inside of course

on the outside he’s just becomes a music snob LMAO

“they don’t make music like that anymore, it’s all this shitty eboy crap nowadays”

that’s so cool grandpa let’s get you to bed

has cried to i’m not ok LMAO

DEKU

really into hamilton 😐😐😐

watched a pirated version of it before it came into disney plus

sings it to himself when he’s washing the dishes, doing the laundry, etc etc

when ur cuddling at night and he drifts off, you may hear a feint “work, work, angelica”

if u get tickets, he won’t stop talking about it, somebody sedate me

lord you know he has a t shirt, and u know he bought the little pamphlet they sell at theatres and framed it or something stupid

no ones perfect ig

DENKI

doja cat, on repeat

his favourite is need to know, woman is a close second

absolutely will give lap dances to any doja song, they turn him into an enormous hoe

religiously watched the juicy mv bc he’s a 12 year old boy

saw her at a festival, pushed to the front just so she would see his sign that said “MOMMY” in huge letters jddjhsishs

gets pissed at no one when he listens to aint shit

also thinks moo is modern art

not much else to say, he’s a whore for doja

reblogs appreciated !

[jackass-lovemail]

Stevo Levy Romance and Dating HCs

SLC PUNK BABY LETS GOOO!

I didn't really feel like writing out a whole fic so here's hcs shawties

GN Reader

TW: Sex mention, Drug mention, Alcohol mention, Blood 

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- You guys probably met at a show, party, or through friends - You start off as a fling like how he had with Sandy. A set of rules, it's an open relationship, but not really a relationship? After all, posers don't fall in love. - Even though he claims to not be in love - Again it'd be an instance where he sees you doing the dirty deed with another person like how it was with Sandy that he'd realize he's in love with you - It's at a show. A random person comes up to you. You've got a buzz and they're kinda hot, so you go at it. - Stevo, standing around with Bob and Mike sees this and something snaps - He's the only one who's allowed to have you like that. This is the first time he's actually seen you with someone else - Wasn't he the one that said the relationship is open? - He comes over and rips the poor person off of you before you even get at it and gives them a beating while the band plays in full fuckin swing in the background lol - You stare at him, frozen. Was he going to hit you next? Did you do something wrong? - After a few seconds you yell at him to stop, they didn't do anything wrong?? so wtf was he doing?? - They're a bloody pulp on the ground and you just stare at him. "Why did you do that?" - You're not even mad, just... confused. - He walks off, clearly angry. You lean against the grimy wall for a moment before pushing yourself off and heading over to Bob and Mike. - They’re just like 😐🧍‍♂️ - "What's up with Stevo? Did he say anything to you guys?" - Mike just shrugs and Bob speaks up. - "I don't know man, one second he was over here then he just fuckin' bolted over there like the flash or something."

~

- The next few days he avoids you like you're the plague. You even show up at his shared apartment with Bob, and Bob was the only one there, saying that he had to go do something

- The next time you see him is at an afterparty Trish hosted talking with Mark. You approach him from behind and tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around. He was initially going to yell at whoever the fuck just interrupted him conversation with the other man, but he looked shocked. You ask to talk with him privately, and the two of you step outside into the cool night. - "So... are you gonna tell me why you fucked that person up at that show? I thought we had an agreement on your own terms?" - "Hey- Our terms, you agreed to them. I just- I don't like seeing others on my territory is all-" - "So i'm your territory now? Is that how it is? I thought our little fling was open," you laugh at him. - He thins his lips and looks away. "I didn't mean it like that it just, ugh," He was the one who set up most of the rules, most importantly, the open relationship one. - "All you had to do was ask to be exclusive with me, Stevo. It's not suddenly going to make you a poser or something." - He'd roll his eyes. "Only posers fall in love. I'm not no fucking poser, " - "Who said anything about falling in love? As much as i'd like it to be... a love thing. I guess you could already call me a poser." - He's in shock?? - Someone in love with him???? no way - On the inside he's going crazy but he kinda acts like he brushed it off - One of his large hands runs through the back of his spikey blue hair. He's embarrassed as fuckk - "I uh,,, don't mind being a bit of a poser with you." - You snicker. "A bit of a poser? Just a bit? Come on," you shove his shoulder. - “Most people who say they’re in love aren’t really into it... but... we are, right? I don’t think that makes us posers.” - You can hear him giggling. So you've won him over.

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- Yawl in poser love as fuck - After you guys are officially exclusive and in total poser love he's a lot more affectionate in private and he comes over to your fucking house so much? - Bob probably picks on him like "wow and u called me a poser" - He'd probably convince you to match stuff with him like the dyed hair or jewelry or something - He's secretly such a basic bitch omg - "Omg baby look at these necklaces lets get 2 and match so everyone knows" - You, looking down at yawls matching clothes - "Dude, we look more like siblings than anything..." - If it was 2021 he'd probably say some sappy shit in ur dms like "ur my little sussy poser" to be funny 😐😐😐 - I mean it kinda is...? - Whenever Bob is talking about Trish to him he just one ups him about you like - "Trish told me this rly cool thing the other da-" - "OH YEAH???? WELL MY S/O DID THIS AND THAT AND TH-" - Bob is just 😐😐😐😐 - Def shows you off to his friends like - "Hey hey hey Eddie check them out" - "Doesn't being in love make you a poser or whatever?" Eddie says with a hint of sass - "WE AREN'T FUCKING POSERS!! WE'RE IN REAL LOVE UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS SHITTY TOWN!!" as he starts going on one of his rants about the system and how most love is fake but you guys will never split up over anything ever because you're so in love its unreal - Bro calm down it's not that deep - Like everyone is looking over here and Bob is giving you a look and is about to say something about how totally in real love he's in with Trish - Shut the fuck up pplease shut the fuck up shut the fuck up

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- After Bobs death you're there to comfort him. He calls you on the phone and tells you what happened through sobs. - You rush over immediately after Bobs body had been taken out - You guys lay on his bed and he just sobs into your chest while clinging you like you'd disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough - "He was my only friend, what the fuck am I supposed to do know?" - "Me and everyone else is here, don't worry. Let it all out." - You're running your hands through his wild hair and letting him cry. You were convinced he had fallen asleep until he asked if he could stay over at your place so he wouldn't have to stay and be reminded of Bob - Ofc you let him. Why tf wouldn't you bruh - He tells you that he's gonna go to Harvard like his parents wanted him to. He wants you to come with him - If you can, he's ecstatic. You guys are gonna get married and have kids and have such a nice family!!! - If you can't, he promises he'll be back. He'll visit every time he can.  - But ofc... ik most of yawl would be like "omg... im totally going with him...!" stares at Pierrot 😐😑😐 - Yall would totally have a kid who WOULD make a cameo in the second movie.. do not argue with me on this... 

- Ghost

[velvett-tearss]

Asking the Haikyu boys what their star sign is

warnings: cursing, i make some dirty jokes, use of “good girl” in Atsumu’s, talk of astrology lol

characters used: kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, and kageyama <3

a/n: this is my first time writing characters that aren’t mine and my first writing post is on here so cut a bitch some slack 🥲 also this is NOT proofread lmao I’m sorry

KUROO - SCORPIO

you were both studying for your upcoming chemistry quiz that he always seemed to ace.

to be fair, he was the one who was studying while you scroll through you social media feed.

you sigh softly as an ad for one of those astrology apps came into your view. you raise a brow and turn to him.

“baby?”

“yes, kitten?” he asks and doesn’t look up as he highlights something in pink

such a little nerd 🤓 what isn’t there to love about him???

“what’s your star sign?” you ask

he finally looks at you with a raised brow before a smirk grows on his face.

he leans back against his chair and crossed his arm

inside you’re like 😏😏😏 bc look at his arms

no deadass get ur ass on netflix or Crunchyroll or wtv u watch it on and check his arms out bc

😊😊😊 I could have him manhandle me any day

back to the story sam, keep it professional

“which one do you like best?” he asks

he’s like 😋 acting all cute ... or so he thinks

“none. what’s your star sign?”

“awe, c’mon. there’s gotta be a favorite.”

“there’s not. tell me, tetsu.”

“there’s a favorite of everything, baby. just pick one.”

does he not understand it doesn’t matter what your zodiac sign is??? it’s the stars ?? and that you don’t have a favorite one ???

“my favorite periodic element is—”

“babeeeee—” you whine.

“awe, are you looking for our compatibility?”

can u answer the question sir 🙂

“what. is. your. star. sign. tetsu.”

“awwee, my baby is so cute!”

he kisses you and tickles you as you try and push him off

now y’all r rolling around the floor, trying not to piss yourself

and even though you’re laughing, you still want to know

but he literally does not tell you.

ATSUMU - LIBRA

you were just hanging out at his place, scrolling through tiktok or something when a compatibility video came up on your for you page.

you look up to him from your position on his chest.

“hi there.” he murmurs, looking down at you before kissing your head

baby is sleepy af but he likes looking at you so he stays awake

his hair is a little messy from laying around all day with you in his arms, but he’s cuter like this

☹️☹️ can u hear my tears lmfao

petition to make him real

jk he will ruin our society

as if it’s not ruined enough. 😹

and our economy lowkey bc why isn’t that toner bought and on his hair 🤔

anyway back to the story

“what’s your zodiac sign?” you ask

deadass he’s like 🤨 tf is that??

“have you never read your horoscope before?”

“I think ‘Samu might know.”

so y’all call that Gordon Ramsey up

“what d’ya want?” ‘Samu asks with a yawn

and Atsumu’s like twin 👯‍♂️

“what’s our zodiac sign?”

“uhhh, lemme think a sec”

so you and Atsumu r waiting for him like pretty little princesses on their lazy Sunday 💅

and then Osamu snaps his fingers

“darn, uhh . . . was it candice?”

‘Tsumu looks up at you to check

you give him a look bc you don’t remember a Candice in the zodiac signs

“Who the hell is Candice?” you and Atsumu ask at the same time

“Candice dick fit in ya mouth”

‘Tsumu hangs up ❤️

he slumps back in the bed all unmotivated

“that was no help at all ): ” he murmurs

“c’mon you’ve gotta have read something on it?” you say, stifling a yawn

he kinda just itches his little pudding head and his like “uh, I dunno. why do ya want to know this anyway?”

you sigh “when’s your birthday?”

“ya gotta guess, baby.”

😃 is all you do

“‘tsumu, when is your birthday?”

“gotta guess! only good girls get rewards.”

he’s all 😉

and you’re like 😐

you end up checking Suna’s Instagram because he’s got pics on pics on pics

you see a birthday post of the twins and their fight video 💀

and the caption is like “happy birthday to my little libras! (Dm for full vid, 10$ for HD)

and Atsumu looks at you 🙂

like “what does that mean?”

and you just bully him for being a libra and for his brother rocking his shit 😭

OIKAWA - CANCER

he’s walking you home after his practice, and he’s just kinda humming that one little tune when he asks if iwaizumi was his mom and he’s all like 🙂

yeah, that one

it was a good practice for him lol, he nailed every serve, and iwa’s spikes were so good *chefs kiss*

and his knee wasn’t acting up at all and he’s so happy

gosh

I love him and his knee

and he’s swinging your intertwined hands back and forth bc ik he LOVES holding hands

hold on y’all i got tears on the screen my bad

anyway

so you kinda look at him

and he looks back like the little angel he is 😇

“are you a water sign?” you ask him

he gasps so happily 😩👏

“y/n-chan, you’re so smart! how did you know?” he’s so amazed and proud of you and pepper little kisses all over your face

“what’s your sign?”

he starts to explain his entire chart in depth

like I’m talking about planets, degrees, houses

the full thing, he is so prepared

his entire life was leading up to this one moment

ik he’s a mars libra I just know it 😩

and you don’t even understand half of what he’s saying, but yes king go off 💅

he even tells you iwa’s chart bc he knows all that shit too

anyway, stan my enfj baby or else 🔪

KAGEYAMA - CAPRICON

so y’all are in his backyard, just passing the volleyball bc why not my king is a lonely one okay

can u tell I love him sm 🙂

and you’re just passing back and forth and just talking about your day and whatever

and tobi baby starts complaining about how hinata is friends with every single person ever

somehow??

like at the training camp he became friends with bokuto

who’s one of the top aces??

and then he’s friends with them iron wall hoes at date tech???

and he made friends with Atsumu lowkey??

and all of a sudden he’s besties with yamaguchi??????

“he’s such a gemini” you laugh

and poor baby is like wtf is that 🤔

and he’s so concerned and confused

he thinks ur speaking latin bc wtf is a gemini

you explain to him that it’s a zodiac sign but that confuses him even more

so you use your own zodiac as an example and how you kinda share certain traits of your sun sign, like other people who fall under that sign

and he’s starting to understand

kinda ish

and you ask him when his birthday is

and he tells you when

“oh my gosh, you are such a Capricorn!!”

he’s worried now

is that bad??? 🤔

“is that better than a Gemi thingy?” he asks

“none are better than the others”

he gives u that 😒 look bc there’s always one better than the rest

awe my little king of the court wants to rule the sky 😻

he starts to get into astrology and talks about it a lot lmao

I love this bc ik y/n loves teaching him things bc it’s like he’s never ever had thought that wasn’t volleyball before

his mind: volleyball, y/n, astrology <3

and now every time y’all go out and about he guesses people’s signs and it’s a game for y’all now

just tobio and astrology 🖤🖤🖤

[katsumiiii]

hey guys! this was a request to add on to my previous post ‘Up’, so I hope you enjoy it!

Shoto Todoroki x fem! black reader

Izuku Midoriya x fem! black reader

Aizawa Shouta x fem! black reader

Keigo Tamaki x fem! black reader

okay so this man is LOADED

like money on top of money on top of money

we all know his bitch ass father is a pro hero

so he got lots of money

and shoto uses that to his advantage

“hey, my father got his pay check today. wanna go shopping?”

“FUCK YES BABY!”

“y/n, I heard you say that you wanted a new bonnet, so I got you 10.”

“um thanks?”

“you’re welcome.”

but this time what you were asking for was ludicrous even for him

“todo, can you get me a puppy?”

“no.”

um first of all, the fact that he didn’t even think about it pissed you off

secondly he literally just walked away after saying no

like wtf

so, being the petty bitch you are, you decided to run to the elevator and grab your trusty speaker

then proceed to come back to the common room, blasting Cardi B on your speakers

“Y/N THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHA-”

“get the fuck out of my way off brand sonic.”

well damn why you do Iida like that

n e ways todoroki is looking at you with the same goofy ass stare on his face

so when it gets to your part you point your finger at him and loudly scream the words

“BROKE BOYS DON’T DESERVE NO PUSSY!! I KNOW THATS RIGHT!”

poor baby, he was just trying to eat his cold soba

he’s looking at you like “wtf😐”

“all I did was say you couldn’t get a puppy. it wouldn’t even be allowed in the dorms.”

“whatever. I still want my damn puppy.”

“no.”

Izuku Midoriya

look at bae

heyyy bae 🥺

anyways so I wouldn’t say baby zuku is BROKE but he ain’t RICH neither

he’s well off

but anyways he doesn’t rlly like to buy you things like clothes

but he does buy you flowers and food and things like that

“h-hey Y/N...igottheseforyouandihopeyoulikethem!!”

“omg thank you baby.”

he’s so fucking adorable please cherish him and love him or I swear to god I will fucking murder you

n e ways

so one day y’all are at the store

and you’ve been talking about going on a diet with mina for a while

and ofc izuku is going to support you no matter what

but you’re getting a little restless

and you want some fucking Hershey’s chocolate

I meant shit....you deserve it tbh

so you thought that izuku(being the loving boyfriend he is) would buy you the chocolate

yeah....no

“baby....can you please get me this chocolate?”

“i-im sorry N/N but I can’t do that.”

um what ?

“did you just say no??”

“u-um...well technically I didn’t-”

“bet.”

you quickly take out your phone from your pocket, clicking on the music icon

izuku is nervous af

“W-WAIT Y-Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“nothing my love.”

you start blasting Up

“BROKE BOYS DONT DESERVE NO PUSSY!! I KNOW THATS RIGHT!”

you point at Izuku

watch his face go completely red, his body shaking in embarrassment

“Y/NPLEASESTOPTHISISEMBARRASSINGILLGETYOUTHECHOCOLATE!”

“awww baby I’m sorry, I’ll stop. now let’s go get my chocolate.”

Aizawa Shouta

so hes on that teacher pay check

and ik what you’re thinking

“man he broke asf.”

yeah no

he’s actually very well off

UA pays their teachers well bc of all the shit they go through

so he doesn’t mind buying you things

just prefers not to

he’s very stingy with his money

“baby can we get a-”

“no.”

“but you didn’t even hear what I-”

“just no.”

okaayyyyyy rude much

but n e ways

this time you didn’t even want anything big

it was Valentine’s Day

aizawa’s least favorite day of the year

and all you wanted was one box of fucking chocolate

ONE

but his bitch ass looked at you like you were on drugs and proceeded to snuggle into his nasty ass yellow sleeping bag

“so you’re telling me...you can’t get me one box of fucking chocolate.”

“so glad you get the memo.”

oh ight

“I got you.”

he sighs, pushing his head further down into his sleeping bag

“she’s going to do something stupid isnt she?”

you walk back into the room, blasting Cardi B on high volume

aizawa looks absolutely done

“BROKE BOYS DONT DESERVE NO PUSSY!! I KNOW THATS-”

“fine, I’ll get your stupid chocolates. happy?”

“yes.”

Keigo Tamaki

y’all I don’t rlly know how to write him so bare with me here 😭

look at this cocky mf

yeah he got money too

I mean come on

he’s the number two hero

he’s very much being compensated for his services

he definitely spoils you

not only bc he loves you, but also bc he likes to flaunt what he has

“babe you want that lambo?”

“the hell do I need a lambo for?”

“fun.....”

you gotta tell him to rein it in sometimes 

bc he goes a bit overboard

but n e ways

y’all are on the way home from a hero event and your ass is hungry

you want some froyo(you ain’t that hungry) while he wants some KFC

“first of all KFC is nasty, secondly I only want a snack.”

“yeah well I’m sorry babe, but I’m not getting you froyo.”

“fuck you.”

“right now? you dirty girl.”

bye you’re so done with him

so rn you’re pissed, all you want is some fucking froyo

if he’s gonna get chicken at least get Popeyes

nasty mf

so you decide to get back at his ass

connecting to the bluetooth you begin to blast Up by Cardi B

“what you doing baby bird?”

“BROKE BOYS DONT DESERVE NO PUSSY! I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!”

almost crashes the car

“oh? is that how you feel? fine then I can be petty too.”

y’all don’t talk for at least a week

very much petty queens

but afterwards he gets you like 6 pints of froyo

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[kurosukii]

juls here comes the very nsfw section

he nodded at me as i told him everything I had done which was very limited and looked me square in my eyes and said “I’d really like to show you a good time but if youre ever uncomfortable at all speak up it won’t bother me in the slightest“ and I out of reflex said “yes sir” (I wanted to die)

so bahahah we go back to making out and he pushes me on my back on the couch and takes off his shirt and starts pulling the top of my dress down was doing all the right things u can imagine he did it all, so after were both fully naked he was like “let’s go to the bedroom” and we get up and grab our clothes and go

TO WHICH when we enter his room that I hadn’t ever been in and it all smelt so good n just like him ugh, i get on the bed and he like kneeled at the end and kissed up from my ankles to my thigh had be drooling (no one had ever gone down on me at this point) and he straight up just immediately started putting the work in I to this day have never had better head in my life I’m blushing writing this

i think I came at Least three times and everytime he came up for air he was just praising me and calling me a good girl and telling me I was doing so good for him

so After he was satisfied he came up and was making out with me while still playing w my 😺 like absolutely killed me I was in fact murdered I would have died happily at that exact moment

also dick description cause Ik yall horny bitches r gonna want to know not crazy Long (more than enough for the job tho) which I am grateful for but vv Thick and it was very nice looking that is all I don’t want to expose this poor man

we in fact did the deed and when I tell u he put it in and I swore I would feel that shit in my throat I was dying (after he told me I took it like a champ😐) the stroke game was immaculate he didn’t last very long but at this point fifteen minutes felt like an hour. he was very determined for me to cum with him which just ugh idk Im actually in luv w this man now that I’m looking back

he was very vocal not too loud but made noise with every movement and after he cleaned me up and we laid in bed for a very long time until he asked me if I wanted to stay or if he needed to drive me home

-🐶 anon

[emotionalyodeling]

Man I’m so tired. Idk what to make of that stuff that happened between me and Naomi. Because on one hand I am so angry. Like, you want to leave ur hair in my shower, not clean up, then blame ur sister esther for it. And u also don’t help me bring our moms literal business inventory in bc “you don’t feel like it” bc u were never taught to do anything for this family. You wanna insult my bf for his appearance when he fixed ur damn car, and demand for a babysitting job that has been mine for months. And then when I say no I need the money tell /me/ to get a job and that I wouldn’t have that job if it wasn’t for you. And then you wanna manipulate esther into driving u when I specifically said not to. And then keep trying to escalate and take things to the POLICE and don’t even have the decency to feel sorry because “I was just trying to punish u” like genuinely it makes my blood boil that you think u can treat someone like that and then demand like an apology, like honestly you deserved to be yelled at, since for all of those other things you didn’t react to any other method. I’ve spent years being patient and just taking the disrespect, but honestly at that moment I just snapped like. You don’t deserve any respect from me if you’re not gonna give it to me. Like how tf am. I supposed to get you to realize that the way you treat me is not fucking ok.

But on the other hand I feel rlly like. Antsy too. Like I don’t wanna interact with you, or have to argue like that again it was ugly. I just don’t want to be around someone who’s that fucking 😐. Abrasive and constantly pushes buttons for fun. I’m done with it.

But also on the other hand. I feel guilty for getting into a screaming match. I don’t know how that could’ve ended better, since I was obviously so upset I couldn’t even control it. I don’t know if I’ll go to her graduation, I don’t even know how this is gonna work out. There’s just no foreseeable like, solution, there’s so much anger, and guilt and anxiety it’s just unbearable. I never wanted to be that kind of older sister, I just don’t know if it’s fair to say she pushed me to that point. And I just don’t know what’s gonna happen. I wanted to be a good older sister, and I really feel like I’ve failed that. But honestly with Naomi o genuinely don’t know if it could’ve ended another way. I just think we’ll have to grow into adults and never interact after this, and move out and never talk again, I just don’t see how this ends. And reconsiliatiln is just not possible. Ugh.