#mournfulgoobler🧅

[ias2xoo]

❥ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 & 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚

˚ ｡⋆ ♡˚ ⋆｡˚

you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful. Almost to the likes of the man whom stood in front of you.

his beauty was of a thousand moons and you were just a star lucky enough to share the same galaxy. You wanted to explore all that he was; caress every individual blemish and scar that every dared to deface such a beautiful canvas. You were like an artist and he was your Dorian Gray. And when he looked at you, your heart screamed. It screamed for his love, for his touch.

instead his scarred hands would then travel down to undo his belt as you continued to marvel from your spot on the queen bed. Slowly your hands would go up to take off his black turtleneck, fingertips caressing the muscle that toned his abdomen. Once his shirt was fully off, you would gaze upon his upper body. Your hand would unconsciously go to touch the new scar that was still purple on his left side. It was beautiful. You shifted as you went up to plant a kiss on it as he exhaled forcefully.

you loved every part of him. Every part that touched you, every part that complimented you, every part that loved you even if he had a funny way of loving you. But your hips had missed his and thus he moved to take your skinny jeans off. Hands fumbling with the tightest of the material around your plump skin. You smiled softly at how he handled you.

eventually you both were unclothed in the dark room, the only light trickling in lightly to reveal he had moved from the side to the end of the bed. He would lift you and put you down in the middle of the bed. The moon seemed to agree with you as it had reflected in just right onto his face and chest. You gazed in awe.

your heart seemed to palpitate as he wrapped his palms around ankles, his eyes concealed by his crimson & ivory locks. He started off slow, first trailing up your legs, laying various kisses. Once he had reached your inner thigh he stopped which scared you.

opening your eyes you looked down immediately meeting his gaze. He stared at you in silence, it was the first time he had made eye contact with you since he walked in your apartment door.

“watch.” So you watched as he licked his two fingers before pushing them into your warmth. You whined, hips pushing into his hand as he pumped once only for him to stop again. His eyebrow quirked upwards with confusion. You quickly flickered your eyes back downwards.

his tongue would then emerge into the arena. His lips planting kissing all throughout yours. You moaned his name, hand going up to grip his hair as he quickened his pumps.

closing in on your climax, your legs wrapped around his body. “Sho,” You whimpered.

“i know, my love.” He pulled his hand out only to replace it with it with his member, whispering into your ear. He lacked his previous temperament though cause he proceed to pump into you with such velocity that the bed cracked.

you moaned into his shoulder, hands scratching his back in ecstasy. He never touched you like this. Held you like you would be gone, kissed you with a softness, loved you like you mattered. Despite this, you loved him.

“shoto!” You exclaimed as his lips took residence on your nipple. His tongue could work magic you swore.

his hips continued their assault in and out of your walls which some how could take all 7.8 of his inches. With how little he fucked you, you were surprised you could still take him at all. But with every fuck he stretched you out further and looking down you could swear your stomach was being pushed upwards.

you cried with his each of his pumps into you. It wasn’t enough. You wished to feel him everywhere, in all that you were. You cried with every squeeze of his hands on your skin. You prayed his heart wouldn’t forget the warmth you provided with your tears.

“fuck.” He muttered as his hips jittered into yours, leaving future bruises in their wake. His hand came up to rest on your throat as he finished inside you, cum painting your walls white. You thanked him because to be touched by him was to be seen & loved by all that mattered.

you were no longer bound by all that defined you, you loved.

[ias2xoo]

✧ ｗｉｔｈ ｇｏｄ ａｓ ｍｙ ｗｉｔｎｅｓｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

kiri told me i should write this and i thought it’d be a good idea. i considered just calling you but i know your busy with the kids and pregnancy and shit. dammit. i guess i should tell u why i’m texting you this well i’ll just fucking say it then. i love you. shit i’ve never said that shit before.

i’ve loved your stupid face and stupid laugh since first year, y/n and like a dumbass i didn’t think to tell u once. but then you got with icyhot and forgot all about me. yet you didn’t see me complain once. cause you were happy and i couldn’t give two shits who made you happy. then i had to give up on u or i’d lose out on being number one hero. yet here i am with neither. don’t you realize, he made me choose.

but now it’s been years and i still fucking love you. and seeing you pregnant with that bastards child only makes worse. and ive had to stop myself from doing something i should have never even thought abt doing in the first place. i had to stop myself from loving you, y/n. not just for urs or his sake but my own. i knew i could never have you. i knew i could never love you yet i do. yet i want you.

[ias2xoo]

☞𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; will schofield

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; angst, war trauma, ptsd, arguments, smut included

..••°°°°••..

“ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ

ⁿᵉᵃʳᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᶠᵃʳ

ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ

ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ,”

The soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard. It was the beginning of April and you could already see the summer pink blossoms on the trees. Thus marking today the perfect day to have a barbecue. You & Will’s friends; Amy and Booker - whom he had met in the war - to spend the day with you.

“Oh, look at those clouds.” Booker exclaimed, hand equipped with a charred spatula flicking up towards those sky.

“Yes, they always look so beautiful this time of year.” Amy calmly noted as she sat in the lawn chair next to yours with a glass of lemonade in hand, handing you one as well.

“You tend to find yourself looking up a lot,” Booker murmured, eyes wandering a bit. A habit you often found your own William doing. A mindless habit, one you probably would never notice if you weren’t aware of what the two young men had been through. Booker never seemed to finish his sentence as Will walked out the house with a case of beers.

You stared at your fiancé’s back as he set the case on the table which also held various buns, condiments and drink for your little get together. It had been your idea at first, enlisting your neighbor and long time friend Amy who then convinced her husband for the barbecue. You had known Amy for years, originally growing up together then being there for each other as you both watched those you loved walk in to battle, some never returning.

But Will did, and you couldn’t wish for anything else. Every day spent waiting in the living room for that knock at the door, every night staying awake with the thought of his face - it eventually turning blurred and scarred behind your eyelids.

Yet even when he had came back, you felt some part you loved of him had been left and not to be returned. Forever lost on that battlefield with the remains of the war and other lost soldiers never to return to their families. And you hated to say it but you missed it. You missed when he would happily kiss your forehead, not grimace at the sight of your eye contact. You missed him yet there he stood.

Which is what he had done often since he had returned. He stood with a odd sense of uncertainty, that of a ex-soldier that was waiting to be ordered to return to the battlefield. His back - that he rarely let you caress anymore - seemed to shake with tension. You lowered your eyes as your heart ached, mind trailing back to the multiple arguments you both had had on the subject of his return. Where you would scream for him to just look at you again, with that look he once held of you. That look that held so much love and not sadness. Where he would just stare at you before leaving the house, not returning for hours. Your heart yearned for a man that had been lost amidst bullet showers and smoky fire.

As the soft jazz continued, suddenly Amy jumped up in excitement. The unexpected noise from the chair snapping shut undoubtedly causing the rigid tremor in Will’s throat. “Oh, I adore this song!” She sang, putting her finished cup on the side table.

“Yes, we know dear.”

“Mm, dance with me, Book.” She muttered as she kicked off her peach heels. You smiled at the image of your friends.

“Darling, I’ve gotta tend to the food.” He sang in the same tune. He seemed he didn’t mean his words though as Amy’s hand would later replace the spatula. They would enter a rehearsed routine to the jazz number. Their bodies seemed to melt into tune with each other as if they were made for one and other. You stood from the chair softly, smile still tight as you silently cheered on your friends.

In an effort to show your admiration to your fiancé, you turned to where he had just stood yet the yard was barren. This instantly took the smile from your face replacing it with worry. Had he gone again? Not to be seen for hours?

Leaving the jazz and laughter behind, you walked into the eerily silent house. It was empty save for your dog which you had gotten to keep you company all those years. You started with the entryway then the kitchen yet no sign of Will. Finally hearing a soft thump from the floor above you, you began your way upstairs to the bedroom where he awaited.

“William?” You whispered, slowly moving the door open with your fingers.

“Y-yes, I’m here.” He responded from within.

Your feet hesitantly trailed inside, eyes uncertain of what it may see. He sat with his back to you, crouched over attending to something on the floor.

“Are you oka-“

“I just needed a moment, is all.” He quickly shut you off.

Silence befell you both as the soft pangs from the vibrations of the music outside sounded throughout the room. Whenever he was like this you had zero idea how to comfort him. It was like he was a rose, beautiful but hurt to touch. Moments would pass before either of you would speak again.

You stood in place in front of the door as Will rose from the bed, car keys in hand. You starred at his clenched fist as he crossed the room to retrieve his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Seemingly not hearing your question, Will continued stopping in front of you, waiting for you to clear his path.

“Will,”

“I need to go.” He refused to make eye contact with you.

“William, please.”

“Move.” He muttered.

You didn’t speak. You had never seen him like this. His hands clenched tight, arms rigid and unmoving. It scared you for he was almost unrecognizable.

The next moments would go by in a flash. Will would slam the keys on the stand next to you, turning his back to you. You jumped backwards at the speed of his movements. His back seemed to rise and fall abnormally like he was out of breath. He moved across from you, resting his hands on the dresser that stood on the opposite wall.

Despite every bone in your body telling you to leave him, you stayed. You slowly began to move his timid breathing. You now stood behind him, hands hesitantly moving up his back but not touching it out of fear. “Will?” You murmured, finally trailing his muscles. “Baby?”

His back jumped at your touch before slowly relaxing. You felt it vibrate under your fingertips as he seemed to speak. “Hmm?”

It was then he would turn around, eyes slowly trailing up your form to meet with yours. They seemed to scream at you yet he stood perfectly still inches in front of you. Both your bodies pulled towards each other in a almost mindless motion.

Your hands carefully rose up to cup his face bringing towards yours. You both would envelope into a small kiss as if you both were slowly testing a invisible waters within each other. Slowly backing up towards the bed, you both helped the other undress.

Your fingers would make a symphony of his scars as you caressed his chest. He touched you as if you had blossomed into something new, marking words into your flesh to be revised later. You knew he’d come back yet he showed you he had never left. He showed you he had never truly left, that his touch had resided on you, his words traced your being.

He may have been through death itself yet you loved the man who walked out of it. And his touch assured you that you’d find him, wherever he was.

[ias2xoo]

‗ ❍ ｎｏｖａｌｕｎｏｓｉｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements. The bass from the speakers could be heard from down the street. It was "just a reunion" and "no one was really gonna be there" is what you were told. Yet here you stood, fresh off a plane from America, struggling to find any of your old classmates.

Walking further into the club, copious amounts of perfume, wine, sweat and other mystery liquids hit your nostrils. You were scared that if you breathed in any deeper whatever was perspiring off the crowd would enter your system and give you some new sickness. It didn't seem that far-fetched, who knows what these people carried from club to club.

Some dark green cargo shorts, a red graphic tank top and Deku's old sneakers is all you had on. Course, you were only expecting maybe a handful of Class 1A's old students to be joining you. Stopping near the bar you considered texting Mina to see what was up but a record screech caught your attention.

Settling onto one of the empty bar stools, you turned your attention the stage located on the opposite side of the room. The loud music had dissipated but with the new addition of blond and red hair on stage you knew it wouldn't be long till more bass barraged your eardrums again.

Now facing the bartender, you nodded off his offer for a drink. The smell seemed to be lighter or you had just gotten used to it. Either way, if you didn't see a familiar face, face-to-face, you were gonna check out.

If you were being honest, you didn't even know why you were here in the first place. I mean, sure, you were under the impression that this was a reunion to see some old classmates and talk about your new pro-hero lives post-UA. Yet, with everything that had happened leading to your trip to America, you didn't exactly feel like seeing your old friends. If anything, you wanted to actively avoid it. But Ashido was your girl, who just happened to be very convincing.

Class 1-A's former designated dumb and dumber were both on stage singing karaoke to old uverworld songs and everyone in the crowd near the stage was absolutely eating it up. Their horrendous vocals didn't bother you but the fact that every second that passed of them singing was another second of your time wasted sure did.

"Y/n!" That ecstatic shriek of your name could only come from a certain somebody so when you turned and was met with a sudden tight embrace you weren't surprised.

"Ashido~~"

"I missed you~" She groaned, finally letting you go.

"Mmm~~" You didn't hug people but Ashido always managed to wrap you in one. "Listen if-"

"He brought Kiko." Unwrapping herself from around you, she stepped back in silence in preparation for however you were going to react.

You knew it was inevitable - at some point when you moved back to Japan you were going to have to confront the thing that was Shoto Todoroki. If it was one thing you were good at, it was running from your problems. I mean you moved across the planet just to avoid one of the biggest problems of your post-UA life.

"Girl, you could not had expected him to not move on. People quite literally throw their pussy, dick and various other holes at him-"

"Ashido." You closed your eyes in annoyance, fingers rubbing your eyes haphazardly.

She paused for a moment - if there was anyone who understood the gravity of the situation it was her - and let you recollect yourself. "If it means anything to you.. He obviously still wants you. Everyone can see it and I don't think he cares to hide it honestly."

"Yo, Pinky, you said you was going to get us drinks." Rocco. Fellow American who was flown to Japan on scholarship for his was for athleticism.

Sitting back on the bench, you avoided having to speak - for many reasons. "Waitt, yoo?" His locs bounce in your direction. "Is that lil blur, shit, I was wondering where you went. Why you ain't never text me?" He whined, lips dropping into a small pout.

For the full first year - you, Rocco and Eli (who now lived in America again) all would have to take Japanese classes in place of another class. For almost an hour everyday, it was just you three causing shit for whatever teacher had the burden of watching y'all for the day. Rocco had always been a good friend but then he graduated your first year and went on with his football career.

"Wait hold on, was you and Eli really fucking?"

"Why you couldn't wait over there?!" Ashido stopped the 5'12 quarterback before you could respond, leading him by his arm back into the crowd. She had obviously told him the circumstances of you leaving. Couldn't blame her all of twitter was still talking about it.

Opening your messages both the class 1A groupchat and the various other groupchats filled with different groups in the class were all simultaneously blowing up.

< actual top 3  🙄👿 >

kami

do u guys see where kyoka went ?? we were gonna do karaoke ;( 8:59 pm

mina

she dont want u 💀 9:03 pm

mina

also y/n is even here yet ❗️9:05 pm

y/n

one of yall please meet me at the door i cannot do this rn 9:07 pm

kami

ohmgg y/n plzz do kariojekeee !!! eee9:08 pm

kami

i think ejjri wants 2 fuck ne 9:12 pm

Glancing up from the luminous screen, your eyes were meet with those familiar grey and blue hues. They looked healthy. Like he hadn't missed a lick of sleep since you last shared his sheets. His hair was longer now and was curling around his ears. Your fingers hummed with the memory of his touch. But he wasn't yours to remember or to love anymore.

"Y/n." Your eyes flickered to his hand that was locked with who you knew as Kiko. She was gorgeous - a much better compliment to his beauty than you ever were in those few years. "Hi."

"Shoto." You mustered a smile. "Hi." Your voice definitively shivered there but here Todoroki Shoto stood in front of you. The first time since you snuck out his apartment last July.

"This is Kiko." He introduced.

"I grew up watching you guys during the festivals. Never got around to doing the whole pro-hero thing though." She seemed to gleam at you.

'Wow, her smile was just as pretty, huh.'  You thought. Tall, blasian and a non-hero. His ratings were sure to do numbers with this one. Wonder whose idea it was.

"Mm, well then I'm sure you remember all the shit I ate." 'God, fuck me in the ass.'

You were hoping the lack of engagement in your tone would open the very drawn out conversation for a subject change but it only seemed to fill her with more excitement as she prepared to speak again. Was she really this interested in your training days? Maybe she grew up loving you so much that she wanted to be just like you.

"How was the flight back? No issues?" Well, that shut her up.

"Took my dramamine and turned on my playlist." 'Fuck did that sound too irritated.'

"Mm." 'Definitely did, now he's leaving.' "I tried to call you. Was your number changed?"

"Yeah, got a new phone when I got there." It was meant to be a bit of self care. You replaced all the shit from your old life to focus on new experiences. That kind of thing. At least that's what you thought at the time. Now you just wonder how many times he contacted you and you never responded.

His eyes focussed on the device on your lap. You refused to look him in the eye and you could tell Kiko was growing unsettled by the energy you both created in the air. She was glancing back and forth between your drained eyes and his yearnful ones that were still focussed on your hand that grasped your phone.

"Oh shit, is that Y/N?!! Back from the Americas." 'Thank god for Hanta fucking Sero.'

You immediately stood up to hug him as he patted his friend's shoulder before walking towards you. Hanta always had the best hugs in the class.

"Yeah, I think you need a drink." You let Hanta lead you as you felt Shoto and Kiko get further and further till your fingers no longer ached for his touch.

[ias2xoo]

✧ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｓｔｏｌ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes and the never knowing when you would see him again. it was tiring. the thing was you weren’t even supposed to miss him. you both had established from the start that the relationship between you too was strictly beneficial - a chance for you both to blow off steam.

but then you both were fucking and something seemed to switch in you. it must’ve been the way he seemingly stared into not just your eyes but your heart or the way he carefully pumped in & out of you for you found yourself letting him in. which was bad not just for you but him as well.

it meant that you would have to confront these feelings. it meant you’d have to tell him and who knew what you would lose if so.

suddenly you heard a knock on your bedroom window. getting up you went to unlock it, not even bothering to check who it was. settling back on your bed you avoided his gaze.

“no hello?”

“not today, no.” your tone might’ve gave irritation but everything in you was holding back from the one thing you both said to avoid with your relationship - love.

with a dip into your mattress, he began rubbing your lower leg softly. “you good?” he wasn’t asking if you were okay but good enough to fuck. of course not, this wasn’t a loving relationship but beneficiary one.

“mmhmm.” you’d be dumb to say no. for a chance for him to hold you, you’d give a thousand stars. next thing you knew he was inside you, hands holding yours above your head.

your hips jutted into his with great need. you needed more from him. more than just a quick fuck. “tell me this is real.” you begged. “show me it’s real.” mumbling into his shoulder, you felt his rhythm stuttered a bit.

“y/n?”

“fuck, touya, please. i need you.” the cat was officially out of the bag. with your words, he finally finished, cum rushing into your walls. your own climax coming soon after.

silence overcame the room as both your heavy breaths haltered.

“what did you say?” he asked, head turned away from yours.

“n-nothing.” you whimpered as you watch him quickly dress. you knew it was over, you had gotten caught in the moment - a manufactured kind of love. he had seen something he never was meant to see yet you were glad. for your heart yearned for him.

once he was fully clothed he turned towards you. leaning down he softly grazed your cheek with his finger before walking towards the door, slamming it behind him. you silently sobbed as you knew this was the last time you’d see him.