#i’m so sorry fren

[ivysangel]

hi! :) how about things escalating when you were supposed to have a simple nice bath with jason? I've been thinking about this for a while

it started out so innocent...like seriously ?? you were just trying to ease some of the aches and pains he'd been experiencing. his job demanded so much of him physically with very few breaks, it's no wonder he was so achy all the time. and although he never told you, you saw the way he'd hold himself up on walls and counters after particularly bad nights, and how he'd cook frozen peas for dinner multiple times in a week because he'd accidentally defrosted them while icing a bruise.

it started out so innocent. and quickly devolved into something completely the opposite. you had run the bath for him, putting some muscle relaxing bath salts and extra bubbles. lit a nice candle, and dimmed the lights for some ambiance. he was appreciative, giving you a soft kiss before getting undressed and dipping into the hot water. "is the temperature okay?" you had asked. to which he responded, "how 'bout you join me and find out?" you thought he was just being flirty to hide the pain he was in, but he was serious, pulling a wet arm out of the tub and grabbing your hand, trying to silently convince you to join him.

spoiler, it works.

and thats how you end up boucing up and down on his cock, gripping the sides of the tub as water splashes over onto the tile floor. his hands are on your hips, guiding you as you both try your best not to make too much of a mess of your bathroom. it's a little difficult, theres not as much space as your bed, shower, or couch (all places you've fucked jason). your legs ache a bit and you don't have ability to maneuver into a different position like usual, but the sound of jasons groans echoing against the walls are enough to make you power through it. the warm water isn't enough to soothe the burning in your thigh muscles as you straddle jason in the cramped space of the tub, and he can see that you're getting tired despite you intention to keep going. he moves his hands down, massaging your thighs gently. squeezing at the soft flesh and sending sparks straight to your core. "come on baby, just a little more. i'm so close." it comes out breathy, a tone of voice you don't hear from him often. it's enough to make you double down, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him with a ferocity you didn't know you had in you. you swallow eachothers moans, the burn of your legs no longer on your mind, now replaced with a goal of getting him to cum deep inside you (this is actually always your goal if we're being honest).

[swirly-pink-lemonade]

Hallo!!

Hello!!!!!

[yourfavoritecascade]

@sapphicdib

👀📸

Forcibly removed from the arcade for attempting to romance the machines

[shxyo-sho]

posting is so nerve wracking what if i puked

[folklaurr]

I had so many people tell me to watch You’re Next but I didn’t like it I feel so bad

[bbadandboujee]

SOLAR RETURN CHART OBSERVATIONS ݁ᛪ༙💋

mk cus…why is nobody making solar return observations anymore? like you deadazz?? lmk if y’all want a part 2!

OBSERVATIONS:

libra rising: YES YOU WILL CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE AESTHETIC! literally i went from a fucking bum to a whole baddie! i feel like with this placement your skin gets very clear very pretty! you’ll also be interested in anything dealing with the arts, like for example drawing & music, new people will quite literally know you for being attractive/beautiful, however nobody talks about how your butt gets fat with this placement? like lowkey before i had this placement i was shaped like a door fr.

venus in the 6h: ultimate glow up!! especially with your health! going to the gym, or just intaking in foods that are healthy and nutritious! with this placement i feel like you’ll most likely attract many suitors, and also it’s definitely up to you if you wish to pursue them. could have a gym crush with this placement, also intuitively i got that going to museums can be therapeutic for you, or simply listening to music daily could also be therapeutic too. also going to therapy with this placement could be beneficial for you.

uranus in the 12h: worse year ever, you could go thru something traumatic and your mental health won’t be the same. depending on where the ruler of the 12h is can tell you what’s bound to happen or what triggers it.

uranus transit the 12h: mk so ik this is a solar return chart post lol, but i needed to include this in here, having this in the transit chart can indicate going thru something spiritual, like out of this world, for some it can indicate that you will meet God and it can change your life forever. in my personal experience i’ve been having a lot of spiritual encounters, seeing a bunch of feathers in my mirror was one of them as well as seeing tiny light blue lights around my light bulb, as i was seeing them it would come for like 10 seconds and it would disappear, i’m still going thru this transit, if you have this lmk how it went!

uranus in the 8h solar return chart: TW: death i had this placement last year and my childhood friend died, it was so unexpected and shocking honestly, i remember i would cry like every now and then thinking about her death, the ruler of the 8h was in the 5h as well, and the thing that sucked was that she was going down a dark path, and i wished i could’ve been the one to at least talk to her bc we all need at least someone to talk to yk? after her death it was just hard honestly to take it all in. but may she rest in peace, i know she’s at peace now and that’s all that matters.

mars in the 11h: i was surrounded by fake people, multiple group chats outside of a damn group chat, people didn’t even like each other in the group, everyone was negative, bitches was delusional, and just ew like wish i could erase that part of my life omg?? i couldn’t even defend myself at that time either bc it was like i was only like 16? didn’t know shit about life or even friendships i was living in the moment fr, but yeah with this placement make sure to keep that eye out for selener..if yk yk lol. surround yourself with people who not only love you for you but who care about you, because honestly fuck them bitches who dislike you!! they’re not on your level fren.

9h stellium: you could travel or get into spirituality! also if the planets are beneficial you could do extremely well academically. you may learn something new overall, you’ll likely have a positive mindset, this is specific but you could have a mentor that gives you wisdom in life and you’ll never forget what they’ve told you, their words will always stick to you like glue.

mk thats it friend!! sorry if this was short 💔💔, but i hoped you enjoyed boo!

[dressycobra7]

wait…. Really??? U serious!? Cuz i remember u being into Undertale

🤔 huh… could maybe be mixing u up with someone else then

lil drawing i did for @sans-guy a bit ago. ovo) <3

[saintslewis]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: tattoo artist!lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: in which reader needs a good tattoo artist to help her vision come to life and lewis, a mutual friend, is recommended and is more than happy to help you out.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, mentions of tattoo needles, mentions of w33d, smut (18+ mdni), pet names, just read 🫵🏽 (buckle in, frens) sorry for typos!

saint’s team radio 🎀: heyyyy! this spawned in my mind in the middle of the night and my super talented fren @mauvecherie-writes came up with this masterpiece. hope you all enjoy 🤭. (anon i hope this does your request justice!)

tags: @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @httpsserene @hopefulromantic1 @exotic-iris13 @perfecttrashface @non-stop-imagines @peyiswriting @purplelewlew @alika-4466 @arshiyuh @yeea-nah @louvrepool @motheroffae @lorarri

pls like, reblog and comment! 🫶🏽

pls note, the lady in the header does not represent the reader! 🫶🏽

“You’ve been sitting there thinking so hard, I could see steam comin’ out your head.” Marie laughed as she walked close to you with two mimosas in her hand, handing one to you. The get-together she occasionally hosts with all of your mutual friends was in full swing, everyone in different corners of the huge house.

Giving her an eye roll, you sipped on the drink before answering. “Girl, fuck you.” You cussed, hearing her laugh. Following close behind her was another one of your friends, Lani. Her kitten heels clacked against the tiled floor as she sat next to you on the light blue couch.

“What’s going on, what’s the tea?” She sipped on her drink and held onto it and she looked at you. “Well my lovely friends, I’ve been thinking about getting a back tattoo for a good minute now.” You replied, leaning back into your seat as your friends gasped with excitement.

Marie held your manicured hand in excitement, “Girl oh my god, it’s going to look so good on you!”. Lani then put her drink down then sat up to look at you properly. “What you gonna get? How big?” She asked.

“A red dragon maybe. Covering the whole thing, It’s been on my mind.” You answered, looking between your excited friends. “Anddd you’re wearing a backless dress right now! Y/n, you better get this damn tattoo.” Marie said, still very much holding onto your hand.

“Anddd it’s going to look great during backshots.” Lani smiled and that earned her a smack on her arm from you.

“Stop thinkin nasty. I just want it because I think it’ll look good with all those backless clothes I got.” You admitted although the thought of it made your skin a little warm. “So what’s stopping you from getting it, bae? ‘Cause I’m excited like I’m getting it.” Marie gushed. “Can’t find a good artist around here who caters red ink for black people.” You shrugged.

It was tough trying to find tattoo artists in your city, much less those who work well with red ink. Most were extremely pricey, others worked with complicated pieces and only wanted pieces like portraits or lions or they just left you on read after attempting to make an appointment.

A moment passed by and Lani smacked your leg repeatedly as she came to a realisation. The look of unspoken excitement travelled between your friends and soon enough, you knew they were plotting something.

“Y/n, oh my goodness you genius!” Marie exclaimed and that made your eyebrows furrow even more with confusion.

“Okay, I am very confused by what is happening so I’m just going to grab another snack.” You voiced out and you couldn’t even move because both women held you down as they smiled like maniacs.

Lani nodded first then turned her head to look at you. “Okay okay. Y/n, we’ve got the perfect artist for you. D’you remember Lewis?” She grinned and you tried to think about it fully.

Lewis, Lewis…oh god, that Lewis. The incredibly beautiful man you met through your clearly unhinged friends at a housewarming party two years ago. He was that type of distant crush that would never go away even if you tried and it didn’t help that he was the quiet type who would hang out with your large friend group every now and then.

“…uh huh. What about him?” You replied, hoping that no one heard your voice almost falter at the mention of him. “He’s a tattoo artist! I don’t know how I forgot but that man just keeps to himself for real.” Lani chuckled before continuing. “But yeah anyways, he could do it for you!”

Never in a million years would you think that he would be a tattoo artist and funnily enough, his arm is filled with them. You actually had no clue what he did, always curious whenever you saw the G Wagon that he would hop into after any get-together was over.

“I don’t know, you guys. I’d have to talk to him first about everything and that seems like a lot. I don’t wanna bother the guy to squeeze in someone who has no clue what they’re doing-” You stopped your ramble once you realised that your friends were just staring at you.

“Girl, you never ramble like that unless you find a dude cute.” Marie teased as she watched you avoid eye contact with her. Smacking your lips, you shook your head and tried to appear like this news didn’t phase you.

So focused on the subject at hand, you didn’t notice that Lani was gone. Finally hearing the familiar clack of her heels, you looked up and your breath hitched. You had just denied even thinking about him but there stood Lewis, quietly chewing on his gum with a glint in his eyes as he looked at you.

With your hand still in Marie’s hold, she squeezed it as she stood up and moved to stand next to Lani. “Lewis, you remember Y/n, right? An absolute beaut.” Lani started. “Anywho, my good sis wants a tattoo and obviously, you came to my mind. Aight, see y’all later.” She continued and just like that, her and Marie disappeared.

“I’m sorry for them, they can get a lil crazy.” You spoke, offering your hand to him and he gently shook your hand with both of his large ones. “They’ve also had some green gummies so I get it.” He smiled and that alone, just sent you to another dimension.

He’s British. You made sure to make little notes along the way.

And he dressed incredibly well. Sleeveless white shirt, white cargos, air force ones and his huge tattooed arms on display. The jewellery making the outfit look all the more good.

It also didn’t help that your dress was the same shade of white as his entire outfit.

“Although we’ve briefly met before, I’m Lewis. Nice seeing you again.” He introduced himself, not breaking any eye contact with you and he could tell you weren’t expecting to see him. “Y/n. I’m sure those two already told you why they dragged you here,” You nervously smiled. “Didn’t wanna waste your time with my questions.”

“You’re good, love. Wanna sit down and talk about it?” Lewis asked, pointing to the couch you were just sitting on. This area of the house wasn’t crowded so you could hear each other clearly.

The nickname he called you by threw you into a loop, nodding at him as a response because you couldn’t come up with one on the spot.

The two of you went on to speak on everything revolving around the tattoo. Your experiences trying to find a good enough artist that you wanted to feel comfortable with, the placement of it and the design. There were all types of jokes thrown into the conversation, making you feel comfortable. He also listened, nodding and replying after you spoke.

“So I’ve got two options if I decide to chicken out of the dragon one.” You said, twiddling your fingers as you still avoided eye contact with Lewis. “Alright even though my favourite would have to be the dragon.” He winked, chewing his gum.

You flushed hearing him say that. You couldn’t imagine being naked in front of him, letting your body be a canvas he gets to work on. Of course you would like to be naked in another way but that couldn’t happen. He definitely has to have someone in his life. Would he though if he just winked at you? Or was he just playing with you because he can sense you’re shy-

“Y/n, love, you still with me?” Lewis worried a tad bit as he watched you zone out on him. Shaking yourself out of it, you were grounded by his eyes boring into yours. Clearing your throat slightly, you asked a different question. “Uh if I do go ahead with it, where will we be?”

“Right now, my studio is under renovations so I’ve got my home studio. Hope that’s okay with you, anything to help you be comfortable.” He reassured, sitting back and the sight of him just sitting so confidently had you squirming in your seat, having to cross your legs.

“That’s fine,” your voice reaching an octave higher than normal. “What was the other design, sweetie? Haven’t done a tattoo on a client in a while so I’m grateful that I’ll be the one who gets to work on this.” Lewis mentioned, watching you lose your train of thought everytime you two locked eyes and he found it quite endearing.

“…A lower back tattoo, preferably a word or a heart.” You muttered, Lani’s words running through your mind. Stop, you can’t think about that right now. “That’s a nice one.” He commented, tilting his head and admired your shyness.

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, Lewis had made it his mission to find a way to get with you. He was in awe everytime you would show at one of the many games nights or celebrations, looking effortlessly beautiful yet timid as well. He hadn’t known if you were single until a mutual friend mentioned you and blind dates in the same sentence.

Lewis thanked the universe for giving him the chance to do his favourite thing with the woman he had fancied.

After a bit more conversation, you had managed to get his number and bid goodbye to him, a very warm hug from him to you, and you hurried to your car to take several deep breaths afterwards. After not being intimate with anyone for a long while, you were embarrassed that a single conversation left you in a puddle with an all too familiar feeling in your stomach.

Consoling yourself whilst driving, you grew excited for the week ahead for the tattoo, of course.

-

Darting your eyes between your phone and the house you were currently parked outside of, you felt confused although your gps led you to the correct address.

“Sis c’mon, he wore a cartier bracelet like it was nothing.” You joked to yourself, trying to keep yourself at ease with the fact that your entire back will be filled with ink very soon.

Clearly the camera right by the gate was able to see you and the gate opened up for you. Finally parking next to the car you were familiar with, you fixed up your outfit. You tried walking to the front door with an excruciatingly slow pace to try and calm your nerves but as soon as Lewis opened the door, that all went out the window. His gaze was piercing as he leaned on the door frame, watching you twiddle with your nails and walk over to him with the same shy energy you held the other day.

“You can’t be lookin at people like that, Lewis.” You spoke with a slight smile, being welcomed into his large home. “Like how, Y/n?” He smiled as he closed the front door behind him, admiring every inch of your body.

“Like you wanna eat me alive.” You chuckled, choosing to not feel his glare on you after you said that. He chuckled as well, deciding to not comment and wanting you to be comfortable first.

“Anything you need before we start, love? You seem nervous.” Lewis asked, placing his hand on your back and lead you towards his home tattoo studio. An incredibly large room with decor that screamed Architectural Digest, the tattoo chair stitched with his initials ‘LH’ and a candle was lit, a ocean-like scent wafting through the air. You had told him that you liked that candle scent all those days ago and the fact that he remembered made you blush.

Low rnb music was playing and a calm atmosphere washed over you as soon as you entered the room.

“It’s my first big tattoo, of course i’m nervous about it.” You replied with a sigh, plopping down on the soft couch and placed your phone on the record player stand.

Playing with the band of your shorts, you knew he was looking at you from the doorway. “Also it’s a lil silly but I don’t even know if this shit will look good on me, y’know? I wanted this but i guess it’s just the nerves.” You continued.

Not even hearing him move from his spot, you lifted your head to see him crouched down in front of you. His tattooed hands landed on your thighs without breaking eye contact with you. “Can I tell you what I think?” He asked. All you could do was nod. He hadn’t touched you in the way you wanted but in an instant, you could feel a puddle forming.

“On you, it will be the best piece I’ve done because it was made to sit on your body. A canvas that people will get to admire, a canvas that you’ve given me the honour to work on.” He continued, hands barely moving from your legs.

Taking a breath, you finally got the strength to respond to what he said. “Are you always this poetic to your clients?” You tried to joke but his eyes were glued to yours, the same way he looked at you at the housewarming.

“It took me a while to garner the confidence to talk to you, to just be in your presence. Every time I had the luck to see you, I would cherish it because we wouldn’t be in the same room all the time. I want the time we have here to be meaningful. And before you make that adorable timid face, yes, I have always found you attractive.” He spoke and you were just speechless.

“Are you serious?” You managed to speak, your voice becoming softer the more you accepted everything he was saying.

“Would you like me to show you how serious I am about you?” Lewis shifted his legs so that he could kneel in front of you. You could see the truth in his eyes as he spoke, darting between your eyes and lips.

You whimpered and you couldn’t control it, his hold on you was so strong.

“I need your words, princess.”

“Please. Please show me, Lewis.” You whined out.

That was all it took for him to begin to reach for the band of your shorts but you put your hands on his to stop. His eyebrows furrowed and before he spoke, you went for it. “Kiss me.” You breathed out. Lewis stood to his full height then sat on the couch next to you, pulling you onto his lap.

You made the first move and leaned in, your lips moving together in sync as he kissed you passionately. His hand held the back of your neck, bringing even closer while his other hand trailed down your arched back.

Your whimpers echoed throughout his home studio as he pulled away from the kiss, watching you try and grind to get some sort of pleasure in. Gently putting his hands on your waist, he guided you and you gasped as you felt his length, long and hard. Just waiting for you.

It felt unbearable, a knot in your stomach needed to be released and you threw you head back, just wanting to wash over the arousal. Lewis watched how you pleasured yourself on him, your denim clothes restricting the both of you from connecting skin to skin. “You enjoying yourself, darling?” He licked his lips, looking up at you with dark eyes clouded with lust.

You wanted to respond, desperately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. The warmth from the two of you became stronger, him leaning up to begin peppering kisses on your necks and not wanting to create any marks just yet. “..Yes.” You managed to breathe out and you loved the feeling of his large hands roaming around your body, not able to get enough of you.

Lewis held your hips firmly, halting your movement and that made you want to cry out of not getting a release. “Lewis, please.” You whined and he chuckled against your neck. “Take your clothes off and lie down, princess.” He said, looking at your cute angry face with a slight pout evident.

Instead of doing what he said, you just looked at him in the eyes clearly wanting to start a challenge. However, he knew his gaze made you weak. It was one of his many charms. All he had to do was slightly tilt his head and it had you standing up and slowly taking your clothes off, him following suit. You oggled at him, his tattoos gracefully placed on his skin making your mouth water.

With you laid down on the couch, he crawled up your body and crashed his lips into yours. He held your neck so gently as he kissed your jawline then your neck all the way down to where you needed him the most. Lewis laid between your legs to admire your clothed core, giving praise to your thighs and ass as he planted a kiss on your inner thighs.

“Oh shit…” you gasped as he started licking all around your clit until he planted his mouth on it, your moans bouncing off the walls as Lewis devoured you like you were his dinner. Sticking his tongue in and fucking you with it was really the cherry on top, your hand flying to his head to keep it in place and you ground into his face.

Screaming as he entered two fingers in your pussy, you felt a tear slide down at the immense pleasure he was giving you. It had been a very long time since someone had gone down on you but never had you orgasmed from head before. Until now.

Lewis licked you clean as he climbed up and kissed you so that you could taste yourself. You could tell he wanted to say something but you reached your hand to palm him through his pants, watching the different expressions on his face. Slapping the side of your thigh, he held your face.

“Bend over for me, princess.” With a smile on his face and you knew you were going to be here a while.

-

The buzzing of the tattoo gun sounded out through the room, Lewis wiped the dripping ink from his canvas. He was doing the last bit of work to fully complete his piece on you, the ink contrasting beautifully with your skin.

Finally switching it off and clearing his station to prepare for the clean up and to place the plastic cover on, he lightly smacked your ass to wake you up. “Darling, we’re finally done.” Lewis softly said, already focused on the clean up.

You hummed, “That’s amazing, baby. Thank you.” You spoke all drowsy from the nap you took earlier and the buzzing feeling of your body even after the tattooing gun isn’t touching your skin. Not to mention the sativa joint you smoked together before the final session.

You and Lewis kept this arrangement going, him saying that once he finished his artwork on your back, he’d take you on a date to wherever you want to go and you agreed. The mutual crush you had on each other transcended to a different level, becoming almost domestic every moment you spent together.

“Can I see it?” You asked, rising up from the chair and you looked at him while batting your eyelashes. “Of course you can, princess.” Lewis leaned down to peck your lips then led you to the mirror. You gasped when you saw your dream tattoo, sitting perfectly on your back and your mind was running wild with thoughts already.

“The backshots with this tattoo are going to be amazing.” You giggled and he just rolled his eyes. “Okay that’s enough weed for you, baby.” Lewis chuckled then lightly tapped your ass.

“You were thinking it though!”

saint’s notes 🪩: mind you this has been sitting here since feb 🧍🏽‍♀️. this is dedicated to @mauvecherie-writes , thank you for your patience fren 🤭 and yes the monaco fit made me go feral.

[haoboutyou]

hi!! ur mornings with u with wonu fic is so so so sweet ahhhh 😭😭 i was wondering if you’d be open to writing a seungkwan version? i hope this is okay to ask!!

to love to the point of invention | boo seungkwan

fluff | 574 words | food mention: a lot of tangerines

an: fren i’m so sorry this took awhile!! you must understand i wrote two entirely different drabbles and then made @bluehoodiewoozi choose 😔🫶 thank u for reading the wonu fic!! hope you enjoy this one too 👉👈

wonu ver. | coups ver.

a weekend trip to jeju-do meant that your little apartment was now stocked up with a whole carton of tangerines enough to last you a whole month. naturally, you’ve learned to get creative with it. cake, sorbet, marmalade– you name it, you’ve probably already done it.

maybe that’s why you’ve resorted to scrolling through pinterest for ideas. all you’ve found so far are just even more variants of the aforementioned desserts.

sorbet.

cake.

marmalade.

repeat.

you sigh, looking up from your spot in the kitchen. seungkwan’s seated on the sofa, nose buried deep in a book he bought at the jeju airport before your flight back earlier this morning. it may have been 4pm now, but his hair is still a little mussed from accidentally taking a nap in the plane earlier. you giggle to yourself, inwardly cooing over how your boyfriend looks like a teddy bear.

oh. a light bulb dings in your mind.

this time, you carefully carve out a little bear head, arms and feet out of the peel. it sticks out of the tangerine like a little round teddy bear.

“seungkwan!”

the pitter-patter of your feet causes him to look up from his book, nestled comfortably on the sofa. setting aside the book, he gestures you to take a seat next to him.

you tuck in your legs under you on the sofa, all while balancing a plate with your hands. the sweet scent of tangerines flood his senses. you’re grinning at him, proudly showing off your latest work of art as you extend the plate towards him.

“is that a bear?” you nod enthusiastically.

he tilts his head as he takes the plate from you, rotating it and examining the poor tangerine from all angles. he scrunches his nose and frowns, much like a highly-established critic judging actual artworks. it doesn’t take long for him to break out into a grin as big as yours.

he holds the tangerine-bear to his face. “how is it? do we match?”

“100%!”

“aigo, our y/nnie is such a talented artist!!” he balances the plate on one hand, swinging his free arm around you to pull you into a hug.

“–eek!”

the sudden momentum causes you both to fall back on the sofa, you landing on top of him. it’s a miracle that the plate hasn’t spilled over, you think.

your little yelp draws a giggle from seungkwan, and soon enough, you’re both doubled over with laughter.

laughter finally bubbling down, you pull yourself away from seungkwan’s cozy embrace. you take the plate from seungkwan and set it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“did you like it?”

he leans in to plant a peck on your cheek. “it’s adorable. i love it.”

“great, because i made like five more in the kitchen!”

his jaw comically drops at your words, and it only serves to make you laugh even harder. instead, he chooses to wipe your diabolical grin with a kiss, effectively silencing you. he grabs onto your waist, pulling you in once again as he leaned back down on the sofa. wrapping your arms around his neck, you can only succumb to his addictive lips as they chase after yours fervorously.

is this what they call to ‘love to the point of invention’? you shrug off such a silly thought. surely that’s not marvel enough to be called an invention of love.

maybe you’ll try making tanghulu tomorrow.

[typicalopposite]

Please give an update on Hopes & Fears. Amazing writing 👏

Here you go fren! 🫶🫶🫶

“So you liked the movie?” Tommy asks, because he could continue to argue about whether he should have been kicked from bed or not, but Evan is still rubbing circles into his exposed belly and it feels nice… so he changes the subject instead. 

“I did!” Evan exclaims, and he seems genuinely serious about it. “I, uh— I actually watched it twice,” he adds, dipping his head and smiling bashfully. 

“Twice?!”

“A- And not to mention what I saw with you before I restarted it…” he continues, and Tommy furrows his brows confused. “Oh… after you fell asleep I started it over so I could give it my full attention… I— I’m really glad because I was missing vital scenes like you said— which… you were half asleep so you probably don’t remember saying that— but I didn’t want to miss anything so—” 

“You restarted it…” Tommy wishes he had better control over the awe in his voice… or the tears in his damned tear ducts… because he’d love to not become overly emotional about this. 

Evan smiles softly, and nods. “I— I figured we could talk about it once you were up… but you slept in, and— and then this little gymnast woke up—” he laughs and rubs at the spot on Tommy’s belly where the baby seems to be trying to escape. “So I just started talking to them about it, while we waited for you to wake up and join us…” The baby rolls and kicks, as if agreeing. “They really seem to enjoy my impersonation of Vicinni’s—” 

He leans in close to the bump and gives a very accurate inconceivable and the baby kicks back towards his face. Tommy can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him at Evan quoting the famous line, causing the baby to move even more as his belly is jostled around from the laughter. It all makes Evan laugh too, spreading his hand out wide over Tommy’s belly— over their child— and then he suddenly leans in and presses his lips to the bump. 

They both freeze, and the laughter stops. 

“I— I am so sorry…” Evan gasps, pushing away from Tommy. “I can’t believe I just did that.” He starts to move across the bed and Tommy grabs his hand—

“Wait…” he says. “It— it’s fine; really…” Evan looks ready to protest, but Tommy stops him. “This is your child, Evan… you are allowed to show affection to them, I— I don’t mind.” 

“Are you sure?” Evan asks, already moving back towards Tommy. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” 

“I won’t,” Tommy quickly assures him… And he won’t… in all honesty. It makes him happy that he is able to give this to Evan, and that Evan is happy and wants to bond with their child; if Tommy gets to pretend the moments of affection extend to him as well in the process… that’s his own heartache to deal with after the baby is born. 

So, Evan gently shifts himself back to lying beside Tommy’s belly, he brings his hand back up to rest against it, and presses another kiss right where the baby is pushing a knee out. “I love you,” he says softly, and receives an equally soft kick in return. “We both do…” he gives a quick glance up to Tommy, and smiles.

Tommy feels like a boulder is lodged in his throat. He wonders if the baby knows he loves them as well… it’s not like he has ever said it before… Why has he never said it before?

Memories of a young Tommy telling his dad he loved him to only get a grunt or mean remark in return— or just to be ignored completely— overthrow the sweetness of Evan continuing to tell their child how much they both care… 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Evan asks, and Tommy desperately tries to blink back tears. 

“Uh, yeah… Yeah— I’m just… hungry. Are you hungry?” He is (finally) pushing himself up from the bed— away from Evan… He just— He needs to get away from Evan before he starts sobbing like an idiot and looks like he actually doesn’t like the attention the baby is being given. “I’m gonna go make us some breakfast.” 

Thankfully Evan’s stomach uses the moment to growl loudly… thankfully he doesn’t insist on trying to hobble into the kitchen to help Tommy make the breakfast…

Thankfully Tommy is able to get all the emotions out before he returns with the food.

[againstthegrainphoto]

Me. I’m that fren.

And I’m not happy about cornbread. Should have not eaten that muffin at lunch.

😒

At a brewery with mah friend watching this game and I knew it I fucking knew Cornbread wouldn’t allow a freaking sweep

[carlsworldsworld]

Fren I don’t even watch Twd but pls anything with negan rick grimes or Daryl Dixon I beg

A/n: girl dw I got you I chose Rick and smut if that’s fine with you. Also this was written on my phone so I am so sorry abt the Grammer

Stress relief

Rick Grimes x fem!reader

Summary: You help out Rick when he needed some stress relief lucky for the BITH of you Rosita and Carl aren’t home.

When Ricks group first came to Alexandria you welcomed them all with a warm smile. When you first saw Rick you couldn’t keep your eyes off him you just couldn’t help it. You let your eyes wander down to his hands which were all veiny and you couldn’t help it as you clenched your thighs together.

“Y/N did you even hear me” You looked up at Jessie. “No what were you saying?” You asked looking at her as she rolled her eyes. “Rick, Carl, and Rosita will be staying with you because you don’t have roommates.” She said walking off before you could protest.

“Right this way” you said leading then to your house. The entire way there you could feel someone staring at you. You showed them their showers and rooms, once you were done you got into the shower.

It’s been six months since that day. You knew it was wrong because of how much older he was but you couldn’t help it your growing feelings for Rick Grimes.

( time skip to about 8 months after they met because I’m to lazy to write it all out)

Today was your day off, you got to lay back and relax. Rick had the complete opposite he was sent on missions then after that having guard duty, he envied you. Once he got home you looked at him from the couch “jeez you’re a mess” you paused “where’s Carl and Rosita?”

You looked at the door as if they were gonna walk in. “They’re at hilltop trying to help them with crops and kind of got stuck” Rick said walking over to the kitchen as he explained but before he could open it you stopped him.

“I don’t think so” you looked up at him “first take a shower and clean yourself up then you can eat” he rolled his eyes “fine” he walked upstairs and you went back to sitting on the couch. About 20 minutes later you hear the shower turn off. Rick walked downstairs with just a pair of pants no shirt.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes slid down his body biting your lip when you looked up at his face you saw he was already looking at you and you felt yourself blush. You couldn’t help but notice that he had shaved.

“Do you think you can cook? I practically cook like Carl” he said breaking the awkward tension in the room. “Yea sure I was about to cook dinner anyway” you said getting off the couch, you didn’t even notice when your pajama shorts slightly rose up exposing a tiny bit of the bottom of your butt cheek.

You felt Rick’s gaze on you as you walked into the kitchen. You felt Rick slide behind you going into the kitchen you couldn’t help but shiver. You felt his breath against your neck. “You know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone? Hm” he said pressing into your backside making your hip press harshly against the counter making you let out a small whimper.

He turned you around so you were facing him. “Rick wai-“ before you could finish Rick cut you off “if you want me to stop I’ll stop and just leave you here”

You bit your lip and then answered “then do it” as soon as you said his lips were on yours, picking you up and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed your butt on the island unbuttoning your pajama shirt and pulling it off.

As quickly as he started pulling off your shirt he pulled off his then the rest of both of your clothes. Before he did anything else he stopped to admire you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” you blushed at his words. He walked between your legs kissing you again. Without warning he thrusted into you hard. Making you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.

He paused as he bottomed out his face buried in your neck letting out small moans and planting kisses on your neck. You were panting and letting out small whimpers into his neck as you were trying to accommodate his size.

He grabbed your face making you look at him “are you okay Y/N?” He looked at you with a bit of concern in his face. “I’m fine” you said giving him a small kiss and wiggling your hips urging him to move.

He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you causing you to let out a loud moan throwing your head back. He started a ruthless pace his head dropped into your neck him letting out loud moans and you letting out whimpers and moans occasionally.

He let out a lewd moan as he felt you clench around him “fuck I’m close are you” he whispered in your ear speeding up “yes” you whimpered into his neck letting out a loud moan into his neck as you came Rick not far behind. He groaned loudly as he spilt himself into you to far gone to even realize what he just did. After cleaning you both up he lied down in bed with you cuddling up against you. Both of you falling asleep.

A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this is bad and kinda short I’ve never rlly written smut before so I am so sorry😭😭 also do y’all maybe want a part 2?

[triscribe]

Trials of Youth Ch1

(...so. So far my attempts to get in a good headspace to finish this book's second draft have not gone well, which means it's time to take drastic action. Hence, sharing the first handful of chapters here, and seeing if my friends having someplace to screech and ask what's next will help)

Dawn bloomed.

In the southern plains, sitting near the very top of a cottonwood tree, a girl admired how light spread across the land, transforming everything by simple use of illumination. When enough time had passed that she could see her surroundings clearly, the fourteen year old turned and looked down.

“Fren! Time to get up, lazy-bones!” A muffled grunt was the only response. Rolling her eyes, the girl started to climb downward, swiftly passing her own hammock to crouch beside the one below. With a teasing grin, she started to push at it, swinging the cloth and its inhabitant from side to side. “Frennnn.”

“Mm’up.” A hand and arm were stretched up out of the mess of blankets, before flopping back over.

“Freniden Brusan, if you don’t wake up in the next thirty seconds, I’m tipping this thing over and dumping you out of it.”

Bunched-up cloth and curly black hair were pushed aside so that her friend could direct his glare towards the girl. “You wouldn’t.”

“I most certainly would.”

“We’re twenty feet in the air, Tali!”

“Then you’ll just have to use your all-powerful wizardly talents to keep from getting injured.” She released her hold on the hammock and stood. “Now come on!”

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” the younger boy grumbled, kicking his blankets off and reaching for his bag, hanging from a nearby branch. “I swear, everyone in your family is a lunatic, rising at dawn and ordering other people to do the same...”

“I’m sorry, does this come as a surprise to you?” Laughing, Tali climbed back up to avoid the smelly sock Fren threw in her direction. Within a few minutes, both children had donned their outer traveling clothes and rolled up their hammocks, stuffing the bulky bundles into Fren’s enchanted satchel. Once they’d clambered back down to the ground, the wizardling pulled out some hard biscuits and dried meat for their breakfast.

“So,” he asked around a mouthful of food. “Now that we’ve successfully gotten too far from the city for your father’s search parties to find, do we have a destination in mind to start looking for this missing sister of yours?”

Tali frowned thoughtfully. “Well, much as I want to find Lillia, we could stop by your old home first, visit your family-” She stopped when Fren snorted.

“Bad idea. My relatives wouldn’t let us leave for at least the better part of a month, which I know would drive you insane.”

“It would?”

“Oh, yes. Nothing interesting ever happens in Fammon.”

“Well, fine then, if you don’t want to see your uncle and aunt and cousins, we’ll just go straight north.”

Fren raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? That’s all the great Petalia Crant can come up with?”

“That’s all we need,” Tali argued, looking ahead with a fierce expression. “We go north.”

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about running off with you...”

“Too late to change your mind now!” Tali playfully punched her friend’s shoulder, and giggled when the chubby boy pretended to stagger.

“Hey! Easy with those muscles of yours! I may have extra padding, but that doesn’t mean it won’t get bruised!”

“Oh, quit being such a whiner.”

“Bully.”

“Wimp!”

“Aquimbe!” Before Tali could blink, a spray of water caught her in the face. She spluttered, ducking away as Fren cackled. The spell ended after a moment, water spout fading back into nothing, though the girl remained very much wet.

“That,” she declared, wiping at her face with the edge of her cape, “Was so not fair.”

“Forgive me for wanting to get the upper hand just once,” Fren grinned.

The pair continued to banter as they walked on, eventually finding a road heading in the right direction. Tali checked it over for recent tracks while Fren whispered a quick scanning spell for nearby people. Neither of them found any signs of fellow travelers.

“Should we risk it?” The wizardling asked. His friend shrugged.

“May as well.”

Winding as it may have been, the road nonetheless took them north, and the pair made good time. By mid-morning, they’d covered several miles, and stopped for a water break on top of a shallow hill. When she handed back the water skin, Tali decided to climb another tree, to get a look at their new surroundings.

The girl had only gotten part way up the trunk, though, when something not too far away caught her eye.

Fren flinched as she suddenly landed beside him, fumbling the water skin and nearly dropping it. He didn’t have any time to ask what she’d seen before Tali was dashing off down the hill. Scrambling, Fren hurried after. A few minutes later, they rounded a bend in the road, and he too saw what had grabbed his friend’s attention.

A small, weather-beaten wagon was stuck, one of its front wheels trapped by a deep crack in the earth. The driver, a wrinkled old goblin, strained as she tried to pull it free without much success. Harnessed to the front of the wagon, her horse saw the two human youths first, and whinnied.

“Hello there!” Tali called, slowing her steps as she approached. “Could we offer you a hand?”

The goblin, who’d paused at her horse’s sudden warning, looked over in surprise. “I wouldn’t mind a bit if you did! I just need a tad more oomph to lift it free, I think.”

Tali immediately stepped to her side, crouching in order to get a good grip on the frame of the wagon before glancing over her shoulder. “C’mon, Fren, hurry up.”

He rolled his eyes. “Wizard student, remember? Elvitaere.” A soft yellow light sprang from the pendant tied around his left wrist, enveloping the wagon and causing it to slowly float into the air.

“Oh my,” the goblin gaped. 

Huffing at her friend’s dramatics, Tali nonetheless pushed the wagon’s side, nudging it away from the hole. As soon as all four wheels were over even ground again, Fren ended the spell, letting the wagon gently set back down. The old goblin clapped her hands in delight.

“That was wonderful!” She gushed. “Saved my poor back and everything! Thank you so much, dearies.”

“You’re very welcome,” Tali said. “Is there anything else we could help you with?”

“Well, now I feel silly, but I’d emptied out everything I could to make this old hunk lighter - I don’t suppose the two of you would mind giving me a hand putting it all back, would you?”

Blinking, Fren leaned over to look at the other side of the road. Sure enough, several blankets were spread across the ground, dozens upon dozens of books and knick-knacks and other peddler’s goods piled atop them. He gave Tali a side-eyed glance, and sighed when she glared back.

“Happy to be of assistance, ma’am.”

[thelone-copper]

I’m sorry for not posting in a few dayS so have this lil doodle of Margo and their new fren

Also this song has been on repeat all day and all I can think about is Margo singing it so heRE

(@//clownsuu)

[beauleifu]

I’m back in my kung fu panda phase and I’m appreciating each moment of it HEHEHE Could we perhaps get the reader who grew up with Chinese martial arts and they’re often sparring with Macaque, while Mayor just watches behind and supports them both ? this is after lbd’s whole fiasco, and they’re all platonic friends !

Thank u fren, take your time with it and it’s totally okay if you can’t do it ! Don’t forget to drink water :Dc happy holidays !

YESSSS oh gosh i loved kung fu panda, such a good phase I respect you for that fren lmao

anyways, HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELYY

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MACAQUE X READER X MAYOR

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You. With the boys. Your best friends, who will support you no matter what (and also thoroughly enjoy the trials and terrors they put your sorry ass through). Today, you're training with Macaque on the temple grounds. Using weapons, like usual. What can go wrong?

CW: Language

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"Carry me, I say!" You chirp, grinning widely.

Macaque stares down his nose at you, unimpressed. "It would be an insult to my strength. I've lifted stuff fifty times heavier than you."

You huff, scrunching your nose at him.

The three of you are strolling through the temple, admiring ancient pieces of Chinese weapons, offensive and defensive, as well as the armor section and a few old relics. However, your destination is the training hall, where you and Macaque shall test each other's fitness and skill levels after technically leveling up both areas. You feel confident, rolling your shoulders experimentally and tightening your grip on your signature fighting weapon.

Now, why three?

A certain bone demon chuckles. "Apologies, (Y/N), but you must carry yourself for now."

"And you won't do it instead?"

"I'm afraid not. I'd like to sit and watch," the Mayor hums, hands clasped neatly behind his back as he strolls alongside the two of you. Macaque pushes open the large, accented doors and you all head into the training arena. "We both know if I were to enter the fray, neither of you would last very long."

The shadow monkey snorts, gruffly assessing the bone demon's frame. "Sure. You're built like a twig."

You flash him a wink. "A dangerous twig with magical powers."

"Precisely why I shall extend my mercy," Mayor says, smiling lazily as he manifests a seat made of bones, settling down on the cushioned surface. "Now please, don't let me interrupt your fun."

Giving him a thumbs up, you turn to Macaque.

He's already grinning down at you, thick, dark eyebrows raised. "Ready to get clobbered?"

"It's a simple sparring match," you reason carelessly. "What could go wrong?"

"Heh. Cocky. I like it."

The two of you face off on either side of the arena, grinning stupidly at eachother. You're glad for times like these, where the three of you can just relax after the tedious and dangerous trials you went through. It certainly seems like the worst is over, though.

All at once, Macaque jabs forward, lightning quick.

You gasp with delight, ducking to the side with a gleeful yelp, and thus begins your sparring match edged with weapons and talons galore. Macaque's offensive start gives you the adrenaline rush you need to counter his attack, using your weapon to propel yourself against the wall. Knees bending like springs coiling tight, you spring forward and jut your spear at the dark furred simian- luckily the tip is dulled and capped.

"Oh ho ho~! You're quicker than usual," Macaque purrs, evading you as easy as the breeze. He takes a few steps behind you, and his tail hooks around your ankle, giving it a swift tug.

The yelp that leaves your lungs is muffled as you collide with the hard, cold surface of the temple sparring grounds, and with a grunt, you raise yourself onto your elbows. "Using your tail?? So that isn't cheating, but me throwing my shoe at you is an instant disqualification?"

Macaque shrugs, smirking. "Are I not allowed to used all parts of my body to defend myself? Unless the shoe was a part of your anatomy..."

"Oh, suck on a dragonfruit," you huff, pushing yourself to your feet.

Deep down, you know he's right, and it just entices you to roll your eyes. Mayor, of course, sides with the six-eared simian, although he doesn't verbally express his share of opinions. Merely, you catch that subtle smirk on his pale features as you spar with Macaque, the subtle quirk of his eyebrow indicating his amusement at your frustration. You're not surprised. The bone demon has yet to drop the chance to get on your nerves.

In the end, you're a breathless puddle of adrenaline with a lingering fight that becomes the only reason you can still swing an scythe. Poor you.

Macaque, on the other hand, hadn't even broken a sweat.

It's been an hour.

Does this guy ever run out of stamina??

When Mayor calls for a breather, you're all but willing to collapse on the plush couch he'd manifested for your sake, the frame made out of bone- of course. You grab your water bottle, taking a huge swing before dumping some of it over your face.

"So how'd I do, huhh?"

Mayor tuts, his trademark smile still ever-present. His eyes flick to Macaque, who joins the two of you and leaning against his staff, supported by his thick tail. The simian clears his throat.

"Good enough. You almost beat me like three times, so . . . props for sheer, absolute stubbornness."

You stick your tongue out at him, still breathless, but silent as the bone demon chuckles. "What our dear friend is trying to say, is that you're improving. Maybe one day you might have the chance to spar against myself, although . . ." He gives a sinister smile. "The chances are slim."

"Awww, cmon. You can't be that good," You huff doubtfully, kicking one leg over the other. An old man like him, putting up a fight worthy of the powerful demons in this realm? Unlikely. However, there's an odd glint in Mayor's eyes that leaves room for doubt.

Macaque's ears flatten. "(Y/N), trust me. I hate to admit it, but . . . Bones here is more powerful than ya think."

The look on your face must've gone noticed by none other than the bone demon himself, who's eyes narrow at your prolonged skepticism.

"Perhaps I demonstrate?"

You're caught off guard as he suddenly stands up, all business as he adjusts his suit and fixes his tie. With a lazy smirk, he extends his hand towards you, a display of misleading courtesy that belies an undercurrent of sinister intentions. Poor, oblivious, gullible you- who takes his hand and allows him to lead you into the sparring arena. You're practically giddy with excitement, totally ready to see what this old bag of bones is capable of.

"Oh, you're on, old man," you hum darkly, sizing him up through narrowed eyes.

Macaque takes your seat on the bone couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey- go easy on 'em, Bones," he calls out, looking disinterested. "I'd rather not have to explain this to MK."

"Oh, worry not, my dear," Mayor chuckles humorously, letting you go in order to cross to the other side of the arena. Once there, he spins on his heel, eyes narrowed yet entirely focused on you. "I merely seek to avenge my status, as our dear little mortal appears to doubt me."

You tilt your head, wondering if he'd taken your tease seriously or not. "Uh. Mayor, I wasn't being genuine, you know-"

"Too late!"

Your eyes go wide as Mayor suddenly grins wide. His arms outstretch, wisps of blue and ice cascading from his fingertips and setting the whole arena floor aglow in a brilliant, ice blue hue. You suck in a sharp breath, taking a step back, trying to step off of the cold, ice tiles-

Fire licks at your calves.

You yelp, spinning around- why was it cold???

Then you realize- the Mayor had created a barrier of blue fire, serving as a ring for the arena and effectively trapping you inside. The breath leaves you in a single, shuddering gasp, your fingers tightening on the weapon given to you. A weapon- you're well aware- that will prove to be useless against a demon like Mayor.

Instantly, you realize your mistake, for a moment disregarding your guaranteed safety over the blind notion that you're in danger. You know he'd never truly hurt you but in the midst of all this?? Yeah. You freak out.

"Shit- Mayor, I take it back!" You call out, spinning around-

Only to find the bone demon a mere few feet from your trembling form.

He smiles, tilts his head. "Giving up already? Now that's hardly a warrior's downfall, (Y/N) . . . Go on, give me a good fight," Mayor purrs, before letting out a delighted, unhinged giggle, and lunges.

And boy, does he lunge.

A scream bubbles in your throat, yet you manage to cut yourself off and stumble to the side as Mayor darts forward, hands clasped behind his back. He manages to keep his offense to his feet alone, the thick, black boots kicking out in a series of martial arts moves that shatters your defenses like glass.

You do your best, of course. With each lash of his foot aimed to knock the air out of you or edge you closer to the wall of blue fire, you parry his attacks with your spear.

One- two- three hits, before he strikes a fourth time, harder than the last.

Your weapon splinters right down the middle.

Mayor lets out a mad chuckle, the whites of his eyes flashing in the corner of your eye as he suddenly reaches out, arms encasing your smaller frame and pinning you to the floor.

It took you a few seconds before you'd even realized you'd lost.

"Oh. . . . hgnh . . . O-Owww . . ." You groan, tilting your head to one side to watch the ring of fire slowly dissipate. The glowing tiles beneath your smushed face return to its normal ashen brown, and you're suddenly acutely aware of Mayor's knee pressing into your back. "Ow."

Macaque, who'd been watching the whole thing, rushes into the ring the moment a break in the fire forms. It licks at his hair but he shakes it off, coming to stand in front of you two. He looks . . . concerned.

"Oh my god, you killed them."

"I did no such thing!" Mayor protests, almost indignantly. As if he'd lose control and kill somebody on accident. "All the blood on my hands has never been an accident, shadow puppet. Now- help them up, please."

Macaque stiffens, bristling- but eventually grasps your hand the moment Mayor gets off of you. He hauls you to your feet, one hand on your head.

"You alright in there, bud?"

The moment your eyes meet, Macaque gets a face full of your pissed, frustrated, and still somewhat excited expression. "Fuck you, why didn't you warn me the old man kicks ass harder than my favorite music band?"

"Oh, thank god, you're still there." The simian rolls his eyes sarcastically, finding relief in your scathing remark. It just lets him know you're okay.

Mayor grins over your shoulder. "I didn't bruise you too badly, did I?"

"Mm . . . not really. A few here and there," you hum, scanning your body, pretending to be studious about it. "Mostly my pride and honor, but, y'know, when did I have any of that, anyways?"

Both of your friends manage an amused chuckle at your feigned indifference, knowing you're gonna hold a grudge for a day or so.

"My apologies, dear, but- you did challenge me," Mayor purrs.

"I called you old."

"Same thing."

"Macaque calls you old all the time!!"

"Yessss, but- I've beaten him more times than I can count. I decided to extend my mercy~"

[itsheccincheebs]

do u have any more reader and bakugou snippets to share perhaps? :3

Content Warnings:

-general angst

Another snippet from my upcoming three-part Bakugou/Reader fic:

feelings change (but your fingerprints remain)

𓆩♡𓆪

When you wake Friday morning, it’s to the sound of a downpour. Your head pounds a painful rhythm and the corners of your eyes where your desperate hands rubbed away the onslaught of tears the night before feel raw. The person that stares back in your bathroom mirror is a defeated husk, a shallow imitation of who you used to be.

You reach deep inside yourself to find the person you were before you ever knew someone named Midoriya Izuku and come up empty-handed. There is no going back to the cold, unfeeling ball of angst that put up walls to hide from imaginary enemies. No matter how much you scream and cry and deny, deny, deny, being surrounded by people who’d risk life and limb for each other changed you. For the better.

For the worse.

Because now you are victim to the full brunt of your emotions and the terrible truth is that you can’t find it in yourself to be happy for them. Betrayal seethes beneath waves of despair, a monster borne of irrationality because Todoroki never took anything from you. Midoriya Izuku was never a prize to be won. He was the secret object of your affections, yes, but he still made his choice all on his own.

Now you can’t stand to look at either of them.

The signs were right there, and you were so wrapped up in your stupid crush that you were blind to them.

‘Guess I’m not cut out for romance,’ you think cynically. Figures someone with a power like yours would lend itself to a terrible love life.

By the time you more or less put yourself together and head to class, you’re very nearly late. The only mercy you’re given is you’re able to avoid any nosy classmates. The memory of Shinsou’s face last night, stricken and full of guilt, cuts through your thoughts as you stare down the pouring rain beneath your umbrella.

What will he say?

What will you say?

God, what purpose would his apology serve, in the end? That he’s sorry for your lot in life, that he shouldn’t have made fun of you if he knew how things were gonna shake up? He had no way of knowing, of course, but everything’s fucked and you’re stranded, too proud to accept any comfort even now.

Just the thought of it makes your shoulders rise with revulsion. Empty platitudes won’t erase what you know. What good will crying into Shinsou’s shoulder do? It won’t have Izuku running into your arms, and at this point, knowing what an obvious fool you’ve been these past couple of months, you’re not sure you even want that anymore. You never held Izuku’s heart despite what your arrogance told you. He never wanted you and he never will, especially now that he has his precious Shouto-kun to make all his dreams come true.

You exhale through your nose and put your umbrella on the rack just inside the main school building.

What a mess.

Walking into class is remarkably easy in spite of what’s coming.

And when your eyes flick over to Izuku who’s huddled over a well-loved notebook with your supposed best friend Todoroki, you see now what you didn’t before. It’s the easy touches with their knees, the way they lean ever so slightly towards the other, the swift glances they steal, like their eyes can’t resist the draw of the other and the pink that colors their cheeks when caught.

It’s like a sucker punch to the gut and the fact that you’re still upright, let alone walking is a feat unto itself.

𓆩♡𓆪

Ask and ye shall receive, my fren.🧡