kbolted

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I forgot to post this last night but! It's time for HSMTMTS Appreciation Week Day Five: Free Choice!

Honestly, I'm just gonna take a quick minute to say how my rewatch reminded me how much I love this show. I had to relive storylines that hurt or are awkward, but I rewatched scenes that mean so much to me. Scenes that I remember freaking out about for the first time :'). Throughout all three seasons, there's amazing music, wonderful serious and emotional scenes, and so many hilarious lines and happenings xD.

HSMTMTS has been one of the only shows I've watched where I've been there since the beginning - more or less. 2019, we were talking about getting Disney+, and reading lists of what would be on it, and heard HSMTMTS. We all thought it sounded cheesy, but I also thought it sounded low-key a bit cool, and I at least wanted to check it out. I joked about just being like, morbidly curious lol, but I wanted to see it. So one night, my sister and I sat down and binged the first four episodes. We made fun of it a lot, but I realized I was genuinely excited for the next episode to come out. And, if to a bit of a lesser extent lol, my sibling was as well. We only loved it more and more throughout. Then, shortly after the finale, I finally looked through the tag on Tumblr. I lurked, since I didn't have a Tumblr account at the time, I sent a few asks on anonymous. I connected with this fandom without even having an account. And when I did get an account, it was one of my first fandoms on it.

I'll probably tell parts of this story again after season 4, because I'm sure I'll be super emotional and want to make a post about it lol. But I just wanted to say it now and make it extra clear that this show means so much to me. A lot more than most people would guess. I love it so much, and I'm really not ready to let it go xd. But the first few episodes I've seen of season 4 have been amazing, and even if I'm not ready, I'm so excited to see the rest :').

Thank you guys, fandom past and present, for making this a wonderful experience :). A big chunk of that love goes to you guys as well <3. It's been a fun journey :).

So let's keep it going :D.

[rainparadefromhell]

sorry but s4 part 1 is the worst out of the whole show.

[k4marina]

this was supposed to be a drabble, but fuck it, we ball.

bassed off of this.

warnings: gotham. moral of the story is don’t walk the streets of gotham alone at night

——

"i don't get it," you say into the phone that's pressed in between your ear and shoulder. your best friend on the other line hums in agreement. "it's like he's living like a double life y'know? rich corporate dude by day, and then some sort of street thug by night."

she laughs on the other end. "that would be an interesting movie plot. but for real, i'm glad that i'm not in your shoes, no offense-"

"none taken,"

"-i'd drive myself insane trying to figure out who my soulmate was."

you shake your head, smiling, "careful, keep talking like that and you'll end up in arkham."

her laugh fades for a second before coming back to the phone. "speaking of which, has your little thug boyfriend run across the batman yet?"

you shake your head, not that she can see anyways, "no, not yet. i wonder what that would be like though. maybe then he'd stop running around in the streets like an idiot."

"a little intervention by the bats?"

"totally," you laugh. you glance back at the little wall clock you had, groaning. "i'm gonna have to go, gotta head to work. talk to you tomorrow?"

"okay, stay safe, byeee," you could hear the sound of her kissing on the other end, you doing the same before ending the call and getting ready for work.

—

by the time 4 am had rolled around you had finished your shift and were steadily making your way back home. was it risky to walk alone in the dead of night in gotham? yes. but at least you have your pepper spray.

the streets are dimly lit, casting an orange hue onto the pavement. the second you turn the corner you could already tell something was off. your hand reaches into the bag, pulling out your pepper spray, uncapping it.

your eyes shift around, scanning the area in front of you when a hand reaches out, pulling you back by your shoulder. you hit the persons chest, instinctively pulling back to see who it was.

some street thug who looked like he hasn't taken a shower in days gives you an eerie smile, sending shivers down your body and paralyzes you.

"don't cha' know betta then to walk around at night?" his nasally voice makes you want to recoil into yourself. his rancid cigarette breath doesn't help when he speaks up again.

"hey, i'm talkin' ta yah. you not gon' answer me." he steps forward and you step back in fear. "what? you think you too fuckin' good?"

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a switchblade. "no like's a fuckin' bitch, yeah?"

before he could do anything, he stops, looking past you. you find the courage to turn, craning your head at the shadowy figure, spotting the symbol on his chest.

batman.

his eyes lock onto yours and you take a sigh of relief. he grunts, softly grasping your shoulder and pushes you behind him. only, when his hand makes contact with you, a white flash comes over your eyes and when it all fades away your met with the thugs face.

except, it's like you're in another persons body.. sort of how when you and your soulmate see out of the others eyes...

you watch as the thug gets beaten into a pulp in an all familiar way, now finally taking notice of the gloves he always wore and how thee thug rasps his name.

by the time the beating is finished your sight has returned to you and you stare into batman's back, your heart racing. he turns, and by the look in his eyes he knows too. he steps back to leave, but you're quicker.

"wait," you reach out, your hand just briefly making contact with his gloved hand. but it's enough for your sight to switch, momentarily seeing your own shocked face from a higher angle.

it was the batman.

"no fucking way," is all you're able to say. your soulmate wasn't a rich street thug.

i tired to make the creepy dude have a new york /jersey accent, but i've never written one before so it's probably shit lol.

[terrapin-might]

April Drawing I was supposed to post a while ago

(there's so much empty space omg 💀💀💀)

I think I was going to post this a week ago? But I started in March and yeah I'm not gonna finish this guys 💀

It was just gonna be a bunch of doodles but I, on brand, decided to overdo it :\

However I do like these, maybe I'll do another one soon but keep it sketchy so as to not torture myself

Close ups

The first one is my fave, I wish I could make it a sticker. I want it on my sketchbook so badly.

I wanted to go for a creepy look for the second one but like a random teen staring at you weird creepy, not half alien teen with powers creepy.

I really do love drawing April, even if it's in different styles lol which was unintentional I didn't even notice at first. Gonna try and draw more Aprils these next few days

Uh remember to like and subscribe (and tell me if you like my art pretty please I love attention) Anyway byeee

[tealmaskmybeloved]

bill is so dokutaro coded also I’ll reveal my comparisons with Gravity Falls and your au :D

Before this though…. Why not try to talk to the friend of yours? If it’s their mother that’s the problem then try to talk to them.. or something idk, totally not a therapist is I. I’m still a minor.

Anyways COMPARISONS! No spoilers I swear.

Bill Cipher - Dokutaro

Stan - Carmine

I can’t make comparisons for Dipper and Mabel lmaoo and revealing Kieran’s comparison is literally spoilers.

Remember, reality’s an illusion and the universe is a crypto! Ok thanks byeee!!!

I'll try talking to my friend, although I'm not gonna have my hopes up in case anything bad happens.

But anyways, yeah I can definitely see the connections!

And you can talk about spoilers here! I finished the show!

[dolphingirl1234]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT that took some work

I finally finished editing the story guys. if you signed up to proofread check your emails!! I'll be sending an email out to you as soon as I finish making this post lol

A BIT OF INFO ABOUT THE BOOK + UPLOADING:

it's currently tuesday the 2nd for me, and i'm giving proofreading a week so next week on tuesday next week all proofreaders must be finished reading and giving me any edits or anything. I'm gonna take the rest of that week to make the changes and any last minute edits, and the first chapter will be up on my wattpad on Saturday the 13th!

time zones are fucked up and confusing so i'm just gonna say that chapters will always be published at 1:00pm AEST (Melbourne, Australia), so if you want to go look up what time that is for you then go ahead because for all I know yall could be like 8 years in the future or smth idk (jk i'm not that dumb)

anyway im being selfish and only releasing one chapter every week (there are 10 chapters in total). they will be published at the same time every week (1pm AEST) on my wattpad under the book called

"A Scientist and the Sea"

heres a link to my wattpad!!

proofreaders I will hopefully talk to you rlly soon yaaay byeee!!!!

[two-braincells-in-total]

you lot remember that spooky hotel room I told you about, right?

well, it has a fridge. but said fridge doesn't work. I was not aware of this until I tried to put some stuff in it and found out. So what does one do in such situation?

Eat the food. I already drank 500mL of flavored milk and now I'm eating meat sticks. dinner was an hour ago and I'm kinda lucky that i didn't like it, now I can eat the food more easily.

why would I buy meat sticks in the first place, you might ask? well, my dears, your girl procrastinated for weeks and now has to spend the night studying for tomorrow's classes which are Kruskal's algorithm and LCA. They're not hard and I've already studied them before, so I just need to revise, but it's currently 9 pm and I've only done Kruskal. Let's not forget the 2 tasks I have of segment trees (which I probably won't do, the class was today and the teacher won't check to see if we did it)

I was living off of 2 coffees, which got me shacking at some point and I almost fell asleep mid lesson. I still did pretty good tho

I made a friend today too, which was surprising but not bad

i tripped several times, one of them was down the stairs. that was fun

my bag tore apart. also fun

so far, it has been eventfull and I got used to the creepy hotel room, so I think we can say it's going well

i would've watched a movie or something but I forgot my headphones, so I'm gonna make pinterest boards when I finish LCA revision (the Meant to be boards are basically spoilers now lol)

anyways, that's the daily update, some of you might've heard rants from me throughout the day, so you might know more details, but that's basically it

byeee

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Midoriya-sensei AU

Part 13: Kacchan

Part 12 | Ao3 | Part 14

Look... these past few manga chapters have really fucked with me and some parts of this fic and I'm super mad about it, but alas canon can go fuck itself. Also unreq tdbk lost the poll *sad trombone noise* Anymoo, happy Mido-sensei Monday [is actually tuesday now bc I fell asleep proof-reading] - I hope you enjoy ❤️ TWs for this chapter include: -PTSD -Breakdowns and dissociation -Self-loathing -Accidental injury

'Honey? What time are you going out?'

Upon hearing his mother's question, Izuku removed his headphones and turned to face her.

He was currently cluttering the dining table with his hero analysis notebooks, along with his laptop. Shoto had hired a new sidekick recently—who could adjust the temperature of anything they touched—so naturally, Izuku had spent the morning analysing the quirk in detail. He was heading to Himura Agency soon to visit Shoto, so he wanted to finish up so he could take his notebook with him.

'In about fifteen minutes.' He double-checked the time, confirming his response. 'Why?'

'Do you not want to start getting ready?' She tilted her head to the side with concern. 'I don't want you rushing.'

'I'm nearly done, it's okay.' He assured gently, albeit he could definitely understand where she was coming from. Once he got into his flow state, it was difficult emerging from the other side. 'I'm just gonna finish this page, and then I'll clean up. I've already got my bag ready, and I don't need to get changed.'

He patted his yellow backpack, situated under the table, and smiled. 'Satisfied?'

'Yeah, alright.' She huffed, good-naturedly. 'I just don't want you stressing. I know what you're like. Plus, last time, you rushed out so quickly that I had to clean the table for you.'

'That was one time!' He cried dramatically. 'And I said I was sorry! When will the suffering end?'

'Never.' His mother flashed him a serious expression, before her joking smile resurfaced. 'Anyway, I'm going to the library to return a book for one of my patients. Have fun!'

'You too! If you see Himura-san, tell her I said hi.' Izuku picked up his pen and resumed writing.

'Oh, Todoroki-san's mother?' She paused, stroking her chin, before seemingly realising something. 'Wait, the nice lady with the white hair is their mother? Why didn't you tell me sooner?'

'I assumed you'd figured it out by the fact that Shoto's agency is named after her?' Izuku answered slowly. 'And that she and Fuyumi look really similar.'

'You hush now!' She pouted, walking past him to go put her shoes on. 'I can't believe we could've been sharing embarrassing childhood stories together this whole time. I should go to the library more often. Better make up for lost time.'

'Wait, hang on-'

'Byeee!'

Izuku grumbled as the door shut behind his mother, but didn't dwell on it too much. In truth, he didn't mind what the two women spoke about—he was old enough now where he wasn't affected by people knowing about his All Might obsession, which was his mother's main go-to when it came to embarrassing him—he was just glad they had the opportunity to maybe become friends.

He continued his analysis for another five minutes, before using all of his self-restraint to call it a day and tidy everything away. Once packed up, he grabbed his bag, put on his red shoes, then left the apartment.

It was a decent walk to Himura Agency—around thirty-five minutes—but Izuku wouldn't begrudge a little exercise. The streets weren't particularly busy, a normal amount of bustle for a Sunday, so he weaved through the crowds with relative ease. Once the agency was in his sights, he felt a small smile grace his face, glad of the familiarity.

However, just as he was about to enter, his path was blocked by someone else leaving.

Izuku stepped to the side politely—using the time to quickly type out a message to Shoto, to let him know he was here—but the person continued to shadow over him. He pointedly didn't make eye contact, but frowned at the inconvenience. Why were they standing in the way?

'Deku.'

Instinctively, Izuku flinched so violently that he dropped his phone and jumped a couple of steps backwards.

That voice.

He finally looked up at the person he'd been patiently waiting to pass, only to find spiked blonde hair, familiar red eyes, and an orange and green hero suit that was featured on so many sports brands throughout Japan, he'd have to be living under a rock to miss it.

The hero Dynamight was a household name, after all, but it wasn't him who was addressing Izuku at that moment.

'K-Kach-chan?' The way his voice broke was humiliating, as was the way his body immediately began shaking. For years, he’d been conditioned to react a certain way under the scrutiny of his childhood bully; it made him sick to know their decade apart hadn't changed that in the slightest. ‘W-W-What are you doing here?’

A stupid question. There was a clear reason why the number five hero was just leaving the agency of the number two. ‘Ah, you don’t have to answer that. Of course, it’s obvious why you’re here. In fact, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, as that’s certainly more out of the ordinary. It’s just, I didn’t expect to see you as it’s been years and I’ll stop talking now. I’m sorry.’

Kacchan sighed. Izuku closed his eyes with a wince, anticipating a hit. However, it never came.

‘It has been a while.’

Hesitantly, he opened one eye to find Kacchan regarding him with a mixture of emotions; his eyes were squinted in his usual displeased manner, albeit the anger that had typically manifested when they were children was absent. Izuku wasn’t sure whether that made him more or less nervous.

The silence was agonising, yet he kept his lips sealed. He knew better than to start talking and risk suffering Kacchan’s wrath. Wistfully, he hoped Shoto would read his message and come out to meet him before anything could get out of hand.

Kacchan sighed again. ‘I was actually hoping to run into you at some point. I could’ve reached out sooner, but it would've been weird tracking you down.’

Izuku tilted his head to the side.

‘What?’

‘Don’t sound so shocked.’ As soon as he said it, it became evident that Kacchan knew that what he was ordering was unreasonable. He shook his head. ‘Look, we need to talk. Are you free now?’

Izuku’s head thudded and his stomach dropped with anxiety; he could feel adrenaline pulsing through his body. In the past, he'd learnt the hard way that going somewhere alone with Kacchan was never a good idea—not that he'd ever really had much of a choice in their teen years. Now, he was being given a choice, yet it still felt like an illusion: he knew Kacchan well enough to know that “no” wasn’t an option.

‘I’m just about to see Shoto-kun.’ He pointed towards the agency, hoping that an excuse would be met better than an outright rejection. ‘I don’t really want to keep him waiti-’

‘You know Half n Half?’ Kacchan frowned for the briefest of moments, before bending down to pick up Izuku's discarded phone. ‘Doesn’t matter. Look, it won’t take long. Come on.’

Before he could protest further, a large hand grabbed his tricep and guided him past the building and down the side alley. Izuku tried to level his breathing—in, two, three, four, and out, two, three, four—to prevent him hyperventilating and entering a panic attack. He couldn’t show any weakness right now; he had to be brave.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. He can’t hurt you, he’s a hero now. He tried to reason, desperately trying to ignore the other voice that reminded him of everything Endeavour had done to his family whilst working as a hero; of everything that had happened when they were children in the name of Kacchan wanting to be a hero.

He yearningly eyed his phone, still grasped in Kacchan’s hand. There was no calling for help. He was stuck.

After they passed some bins, he was finally released. 'That'll do.'

Izuku's back faced the wall, and he stared up at his old bully. He never did grow much taller; he still had the same colour trainers, and a backpack containing hero analysis notebooks. And of course, he was still quirkless, whereas Kacchan still defined himself through his explosions. Sure, he wasn't as over-excited and sadistic as he used to be, and his face had matured, but that didn't change facts.

Izuku was afraid.

It felt reminiscent of their middle school days: backed into a corner with nowhere to run, while Kacchan threatened to use his quirk on him. The only differences now were that they were older and one of them had a hero licence; and while he was hesitant to admit it, Izuku was also a lot stronger than he had been back then. Briefly, he entertained the thought that maybe—maybe—he could take Kacchan in a fight…

If the latter didn't have a quirk at his disposal.

'You wanted to talk?' He prompted, hoping the other would take the hint and explain, instead of just staring at him. 'What is it?'

'I can't just come out and say it!' Kacchan snapped, albeit there was little bite in it. He rubbed his brow. 'I just… Give me a sec.'

Izuku didn't have much of a choice, so he stayed where he was—body poised and ready to bolt at a moment’s notice—as Kacchan gathered his words.

'I did a lot of thinking over the years, about the way I treated you.' He started, slowly. 'I fucked up. I was a piece of shit.'

Izuku said nothing; he frowned, confused.

Where is this going?

Kacchan let out a frustrated groan.

'I realise now—why I did everything that I did. It's just, you were obviously meant to be behind me... but in a lot of ways, it also felt like you were ahead of me too.' Kacchan paused. 'I didn't like it. I didn't want to see you, so I bullied you to get away from you; to feel superior. I was scared… scared of you. Not in a prissy way obviously, but I hated how… stupidly heroic you were. You'd put yourself in stupid situations to try and help people and it made me mad, because it was supposed to be me whose body moved without thinking. I wanted to protect you from yourself, put you back in your place before you went and killed yourself, but I was wrong for what I did.

'I got my way back then, you failed at becoming a hero, yet I failed in my own goal. I wanted to be on top—I still do—but in order to do that, I have to get better. I have to recognise my mistakes and atone.

'So, that being said. Dek- Izuku… I wanted to apologise.' Kacchan hung his head. 'For everything I did to you.'

Izuku's body shook, whilst his heart pounded against his chest—so violent it hurt; his nails dug into his palms from how hard he was clenching his fists. He didn't know what to think—which probably reflected in his dumbfounded expression—it just didn't make sense. All these years, he'd had nothing, then suddenly… this? Kacchan was… sorry?

'Ha. Good one, Kacchan.' He laughed hollowly, then quickly slipped past the blonde with the intention of leaving. If this was some kind of elaborate prank, then he wanted to get a head start before he became the punchline. 'You almost had me. Anyway, nice seeing you, but I really have to go.'

'I mean it.' Kacchan didn't shout, but his voice carried; firm. 'I'm sorry.'

Izuku stilled, throat swelling as he forced his emotions to remain at bay. At first, he wouldn't—couldn't—believe it, but now he was faced with reality: Kacchan was actually apologising.

He wanted to ignore him. He wanted to keep walking. He wanted to forget this ever happened.

He didn't do any of that.

'You're not serious?' Izuku murmured, lips feeling foreign, as he turned around to face him. 'Is this a joke?'

Kacchan met his eyes and growled.

'Do I look like I'm fucking joking?!'

Izuku's arms shot up to protect himself, but the threat never came.

'Shit.' Kacchan at least had the decency to look guilty. 'Calm down, I'm not gonna hit you, and I'm not joking. I mean it.'

Izuku slowly lowered his arms.

He was conflicted. He knew he should be happy with the apology—it should be cathartic and he should admire how much Kacchan had grown. The right thing to do would be to forgive him, but as compassionate as people thought him to be and as much as he tried to be kind, resentment sprouted from the pit of his stomach.

'Why?'

'Why?' Kacchan echoed, sounding physically pained. 'I just told you why! It was a whole speech!'

Izuku's pulse drummed against his temples; his jaw clenched. Distantly, he heard a vibration.

'Cut the bullshit.' The words were out of his mouth before he could comprehend them.

'Hah?!' Kacchan started to exclaim, then caught himself, lowering the volume. 'It's not bullshit.'

'It is. It's all excuses.' Izuku gripped his hair and shook his head, surprised by his own nerve. He wanted to tell his brain to shut up. He wanted to forget this interaction all together—what was he doing? 'If you're s-sorry, then just say it. Don't try to justify it.'

'But I need you to understand why.' Kacchan argued, like it was obvious. 'I was trying to-'

'You've had a long time to think about this, to try and rationalise it.' Izuku interrupted, eye twitching from barely-repressed anxiety. He couldn't get his voice to stop trembling. 'But at the end of the day, Kacchan, y-you bullied me because I was- am quirkless.'

This time, it wasn't him who flinched.

'That's… that's not…'

'Isn't it?' He smiled wobbly. 'It wasn’t because I was useless D-Deku who couldn't fight back?'

His throat closed up, betraying him. 'I was an easy target. You say wanted to protect me from myself? You were my worst nightmare, and we both know that if I had a quirk, you wouldn't have done what you did.'

He had so many scars, so much mental baggage that he was still unravelling with his therapist after several years. He might not look after himself as well as he should sometimes, but that was irrelevant right now; it was always the same insults being thrown at him.

Useless, quirkless Deku.

'You d-don't need to pretend you did it with honourable intentions.' He shook his head slowly. 'If you genuinely regret what you did, just tell me. I might not have much self-preservation… but I don't think I deserve excuses.'

He bit his lip, waiting for a reaction. Initially, Kacchan remained silent, staring at him. Izuku wasn't sure if he was thinking of a response or waiting for something. Again, he could hear an indiscernible vibration.

'Okay.' Kacchan finally responded. 'No excuses… I- I'm sorry.'

A beat passed, then another. Izuku wanted to feel something, yet his mind—despite the adrenaline going through his body—felt numb.

'I accept your apology.' He forced his mouth to move, keeping his resolve. 'Th-'

'Midoriya?'

His head whipped around so fast his neck clicked. Shoto was walking towards them, slightly rushed and phone in hand. The first aid supplies on his belt clicked together from the momentum, as did his boots against the concrete.

When he came to a stop in front of Izuku, those dichromatic eyes scanned him carefully. 'Are you okay?'

He nodded, not trusting this voice.

Shoto's shoulders slumped with relief, then looked past Izuku to see who he was with. His eyes immediately narrowed. 'Bakugou? What are you doing here?'

Kacchan scoffed.

'Dek- u- Izuku and I were just having a private conversation.' He answered brashly. 'None of your fucking business, Half n Half.'

Shoto stepped past Izuku, putting himself between him and the blonde. It was almost a defensive shield, which he had to admit, he was grateful for.

'Then why have you got Midoriya's phone?'

Izuku's eyes widened—the vibration sound he had been hearing on and off—Shoto had been ringing him this entire time?

'Because he dropped it.' Kacchan stepped forward, holding out the device, which Izuku hesitantly took. 'Fuck off with the interrogation, Todoroki. I thought you hated cops, so stop sounding like one.'

'I don't need to be a pig to worry about my friend.' Shoto quipped, before switching his gaze to Izuku. 'Midoriya, are you ready to go or should I give you another few minutes?'

The idea of spending another few minutes alone with Kacchan was enough to make him feel nauseous, but he also didn’t want to convey that in his answer.

Don’t cry. Be brave. Don’t show them how weak you are.

‘Yeah, I’m ready now.’ He spoke quietly. ‘We’re done now, right, Kacchan?’

Crimson eyes regarded him carefully, before he waved his hand dismissively.

‘Whatever. I’ve said everything I needed to say anyway. I’m going home.’ Kacchan strode past them, towards the main street. However, before he could disappear completely, he called back. 'I've changed, Izuku. I won't ask you to believe me, but just… watch me, and I'll prove it to you.'

Izuku didn't reply, other than a slight nod of acknowledgement, and Kacchan made his exit with a grunt. Now that they were left alone, he felt a new sense of numbness wash over him; his eyes glazed over; his muscles refused to move.

Panic consumed him briefly. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't feel in control of his own body, yet instead of fighting it, all he could do was succumb to the way his senses slowly shut down. His mind soon followed after, rescinding the last of his perceived independent thoughts.

Powerless. Useless Deku. Weak-

‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ Shoto was in front of him again, but Izuku couldn’t focus. It took several seconds of silence before his friend cursed. ‘Shit, okay. Let’s get you up to my office… Can you still hear me?'

He couldn’t speak, but he did manage a slight nod.

'That's good. Okay, one more question: are you comfortable with me carrying you?’

Izuku nodded again, eyes falling shut of their own accord. He wasn't sure why he was acting this way—his episodes usually manifested into hyperactivity—but he couldn't even begin to analyse his behaviour right now. All he could do was focus on Shoto's body as the hero guided him into a piggyback and lifted him up with a slight grunt.

His arms rested on Shoto’s shoulders, while the strong hands under his legs held him up. Izuku's chest pressed against his friend's back—he tried to concentrate on the temperature contrast, which manifested into him resting his forehead against the left crook of Shoto's neck.

The warmth felt safe.

Had he not been stuck in his head, Izuku would have definitely panicked over their proximity. Instead, his body welcomed the touch with open arms; it was grounding. It also helped that Shoto didn't stiffen or reject him. He encouraged Izuku.

'I won't drop you, but try to hold on.' He murmured gently. 'Ready?'

When Izuku nodded, Shoto bent his knees, then jumped into the air, using fire from his left foot to send them higher. It didn't take long before they landed on the agency balcony, and Shoto slid open the door to his office.

Izuku kept his face firmly pressed against his friend's neck, until he was gently coaxed to sit down on the tatami floor and shed his backpack from his shoulders. He felt significantly lighter without it—his body had gotten used to the weight—but he didn't let the uncanny feeling linger for long, before he returned to nothing.

'I'm still here.' Shoto assured him gently. 'Just give me one second.'

The world was bright when Izuku tried opening his eyes in response, and he winced. Before he could squeeze them shut and resign himself to darkness again, Shoto pulled the hanging curtain framing the balcony door half-shut, bathing them in a dimmer, manageable light.

Izuku exhaled—the closest he could come to conveying his thanks—then watched as Shoto moved around the room, looking in drawers, on shelves and even Izuku's own backpack. Eventually, when his friend approached him once more and knelt in front of him, his arms were full.

'I've got some things that I know help me when I have a catatonic breakdown.' He shuffled slightly. 'I know this probably isn't the same, but yeah. And I know it's rude, but I also got some stuff from your bag because you've mentioned before that you have comfort items in there. Try to let me know if you're uncomfortable with anything.'

Shoto waited a moment, before taking two large pillows, placing them behind Izuku and switching on a remote, which made them start vibrating softly—like a purring cat. He then picked up a fluffy cream blanket and wrapped it around Izuku's body like a cape, making sure to cover most of his front too.

Izuku found himself leaning back against the materials, which cushioned the wall behind him, as Shoto started playing rain sounds from a portable speaker. He then handed Izuku his favourite All Might-themed stress ball that he always carried with him.

It was practically a reflex, the way his hand closed around it and started squeezing.

‘Th-Thanks.’ He spoke, matching each syllable with his wrist movements. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. ‘Helps.’

‘I’m glad.’ His friend replied. ‘Do you want to stay like this for a while, or do you want to try some grounding exercises?’

Izuku was aware enough to recognise that he wanted to escape this feeling as quickly as he could, but realistically, he knew that he needed a little longer.

‘F-few minutes.’

‘Okay.’ Shoto slowly got to his feet. ‘I’ll just be at my desk doing some paperwork. I'm not on-call, so take as much time as you need… unless there's suddenly a national emergency.’

On a normal day, Izuku would've laughed.

For the next half an hour, the office was quiet, if not for Shoto's fingers on the keyboard and the tropical storm playing from the speakers. Izuku, for the most part, clung onto the mindlessness—not wanting to acknowledge what had happened nor what was currently happening—but soon, his internal monologue started to resurface; it never liked being quiet for long.

He supposed he'd have to face everything sooner or later.

‘Shoto?’

His friend looked up from his computer, then locked the screen and approached him once more. He sat down in front of Izuku, crossing his legs and tucking his hair behind his ears.

‘You ready to do some grounding exercises?’ He waited for Izuku’s nod, before continuing. ‘Okay, you probably know this one, but can you tell me five things you can see?’

He did know this exercise—he’d applied it to both himself and his students in the past—so the familiarity was comforting.

‘Y-you.’ He started with the obvious. ‘Bookcase… bonsai tree… computer… charred table.’

‘Good job, but don’t worry about the chabudai.’ Shoto’s cheeks darkened slightly. ‘Four things you can feel?’

Izuku had always been sensitive to touch, despite what his high pain tolerance might've implied, so he felt more confident with this one.

‘Stress ball, blanket, pillows… tatami.’

‘That was a lot quicker.’ Shoto furrowed his brow. ‘It’s good touch, right?’

‘Yeah.’ The corner of Izuku's lips quirked up for a moment in an attempt to be reassuring. 'Thank you.'

His friend nodded his head in acknowledgement.

'Three things you can hear?'

'Your voice.' He began, without giving it much thought. 'The rain noises… and my own voice.'

He was slowly starting to feel more like himself—his movements became fluid as he squeezed the stress ball, and his eyes were more focused than they had been. It wasn’t like being trapped in a bubble, it was more like a viscous liquid had been clouding his surroundings and was finally starting to evaporate.

'Two things you can smell?'

'Peppermint.' Courtesy of the teapot next to him. 'And you. The room smells like you.'

He desperately wished his filter would return before he could embarrass himself further. Luckily, Shoto didn’t seem to mind the comment.

‘That makes sense. After all, I’m the only one who works in this room.’ He paused for a few beats. 'Okay, last one: one thing you can taste? Don't worry if you can't think of anything. You've done really well.'

Usually, when Izuku was the one asking, he skipped that final sense. After all, most people would just reply with a confused “the inside of my mouth?”, but he supposed it was worth acknowledging.

'I…’ He paused as his taste buds identified iron. ‘I can… I can taste blood?'

Ignoring Shoto’s concerned look, Izuku poked his tongue around his mouth, until he found a freshly bitten wound. 'I must've started chewing the inside of my cheek at some point without realising… It happens a lot, I just don't usually register what I'm doing till after the damage is done, but it's nothing to worry about.'

His friend’s worry didn’t seem to dissipate upon hearing that, but after a few moments, he ultimately decided to let the issue slide.

‘That’s a conversation for another day.’ Izuku wasn’t sure which of them Shoto was promising that to. 'At least you're more vocal now. How do you feel?'

That was a loaded question. How was Izuku supposed to begin answering that?

Shoto seemed to read his thoughts. ‘That was a bad question. I’ll be more specific, what’s the first thing that comes to mind when I ask, “how do you feel”?’

‘Shit.’ Izuku snorted without mirth. However, that seemed to be the gateway for an elaboration. ‘I’ve never reacted this way before. It’s always been more erratic, not… yeah. I hated it. I couldn’t control my body.’

‘I can understand that.’ Shoto was earnest. ‘The first time it happened to me was during a training session with Endeavour when I was a child. The stress was too much, so my body shut down… only okaasan could get me out of it, but it took hours. I barely remember it, only that I was scared.’

‘That sounds awful.’ Izuku lowered his eyes.

‘Yeah, but my point isn’t to gain your sympathy, it’s to show that you’re not alone.’ Shoto paused. ‘You can talk to me… about anything.’

Izuku gnawed the inside of his cheek, before forcing himself to stop damaging the already wounded area.

He trusted Shoto—he really did—but he didn’t deserve to listen to Izuku’s turmoil; his friend had gone through so much worse that his own struggles paled in comparison. However, he remembered some of their earlier conversations, and how Shoto never flinched when he’d explained his failed dream of becoming a hero. He thought about all the times his friend had been open with him and accommodating when he spoke.

Izuku trusted Shoto… so maybe he should trust that he knew what he was signing up for.

‘I just… seeing him again after so long and with no warning.’ He began, trying to piece his words together. ‘I told myself to just get through the interaction, but I didn’t expect to spiral like this.’

‘I should’ve told you he was at the agency.’ Shoto pursed his lips, guilty. ‘It wasn’t scheduled in or anything, but when he showed up, I should’ve messaged you.’

‘It’s not your responsibility—you didn’t know I’d react that way. Plus, if I’m your friend then I guess I should’ve been prepared to run into him at some point.’ Izuku was quick to argue, but when he took a breath, he couldn’t help but sigh. ‘As you’re probably aware, we weren’t exactly best friends… Well, we used to be, before his quirk came in and I was diagnosed as quirkless.’

Shoto nodded deliberately, prompting Izuku to continue.

‘I used to follow him around a lot—he was familiar, and I didn’t really understand that I wasn’t wanted anymore—and soon, Kacchan started to make it more obvious that he didn’t want me around. He had a lot more friends—ones with cool quirks that would obey him—and I was… pushed around a lot.'

He intentionally omitted the specific details: verbal taunts and physical attacks. He didn't want to incriminate Kacchan more than he already had. After all, it was in the past now.

Izuku pressed his palms to his eyes. 'I just… I admired him so much—he had a great quirk and the bravery of a hero, and we both loved All Might—but… but I hated him.'

His voice turned into a whisper. 'I really did, and that somehow made everything worse because I really tried not to. Heroes aren’t meant to hate people… But I kept trying to placate him, hoping that he’d leave me be, but when it came to applying for high schools, I just couldn't simply make him happy.’

'He told you not to apply for UA, right?' Shoto asked, albeit it was obvious he knew the answer.

'Yeah.' Izuku replied anyway. 'Things got unbearable when I refused. The things he'd say, the things he'd do.' He swallowed thickly. 'It doesn't matter. When he got into UA and I didn't, that was it. Everyone laughed at me, because I never stood a chance in the first place. After we graduated, I never saw him again… until today.'

Ten years…

It had been so long, and as much as he tried to forget, he couldn't. He still had nightmares; he still flinched at loud, sharp noises; he still struggled with his self-worth.

He still had the scars.

His throat prickled, but he persevered, pulling back and staring at his hands instead of Shoto; he couldn’t bear to see his reaction just yet. 'He took me down that alley—I didn't want to, but I felt like I didn't have a choice—and I thought he was going to hurt me; follow through with one of his old threats- I shouldn't say that.'

He sighed, frustrated at himself. 'Anyway, instead… he apologised to me. Actually apologised. Like, it wasn’t a joke! I should've been happy. I should've forgiven him.'

Izuku dared not continue that sentence. Admitting it out loud would just solidify that he was a bad person.

'But you couldn't forgive him.'

Izuku broke.

For the first time today, tears built up, breaking the surface tension and running down his face without restraint. An accompanying sob escaped his lips and Izuku finally allowed himself to cry. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, like his reputation implied: he brought his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his arms to muffle his already quiet sounds—just like when he was little and tried not to draw attention to himself.

Part of his mind was screaming that even this was too much; he couldn't cry like this in front of anyone, not alone Todoroki Shoto. What would he think of him? How could Izuku show just how weak and pathetic he really was?

Yet those thoughts only led to more tears; more baggage to throw onto the already crushing pile.

He held his breath then, trying desperately to quell the crying, but it was futile. He only succeeded in making himself lightheaded and congested. His nose started to run and saliva built up in his mouth.

'I don't know how best to help you.' His friend admitted, just loud enough to be heard over Izuku's own thoughts. 'But I do know that it's okay to cry. I'm not judging you.'

How was he supposed to respond to that? Shoto was so kind; so understanding. He wasn't disgusted or disdainful.

But he should be….

'Would you-' Shoto hesitated. '-erm, like a hug… or something?'

Izuku's eyes immediately shot up to stare at him, exposing his gross face in all its glory.

'W-w-what?'

Shoto didn't seem put off by the snot and tears, albeit he did rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

'A hug, would you like one?' He clarified, confirming that Izuku had indeed heard him correctly. 'It's just… I'm not good with words, but I know physical contact can help alleviate pain. So I thought I'd offer.'

If this were a typical day, Izuku would turn bright red, stutter so much that he couldn't get his words out, and probably overthink to the point of exhaustion. However, this wasn't a typical day; while his face was blotchy and his mind was both overthinking and exhausted, he couldn't fathom his awkward crush right now.

In front of him was his friend—whom he adored in a way so unique—offering comfort, and Izuku was starving.

'Please.' He whispered, blinking as more tears stained his cheeks. He then wrapped his arms around his thighs and rested his forehead against his knees.

He could hear Shoto shuffle closer until they were side-by-side. After a moment, he shifted the blanket to accommodate them both, and slowly wrapped his arms around Izuku; one hand splayed out across his back, while the other reached around the front to cup the side of Izuku's head. Shoto then gently guided him to lean against his chest.

Izuku's entire body moved with him, putting all his weight against his friend, who willingly shouldered the burden with ease. In fact, he even rested his cheek atop his curls.

The relief was instantaneous: his body relaxed—basking in the positive touch—and a fresh sob escaped his lips. Shoto rubbed his shoulder with encouragement; repetitive, but soothing.

Izuku wasn't sure how much time they spent that way—quiet if not for his muffled sniffling—before his friend spoke again.

'I won't pretend to know what you've been through.' He murmured, each word careful. 'So feel free to tell me to fuck off, but I think, if you can't forgive him now, that's okay.'

Reactively, Izuku opened his mouth to counter, albeit Shoto beat him to it.

'And if you can't forgive him in a few months, a few years or never, that's okay too.'

Izuku's words died on his tongue and he swallowed heavily. It was like the entire concept was new: he never even considered a scenario where it was acceptable not to forgive Kacchan. After all, it was what the world preached—forgiveness was part of being a hero.

A sudden thought emerged.

'Have you forgiven Endeavour for everything?' He asked quietly. 'Not that you need to tell me.'

Shoto didn't answer straight away, contemplating the question first.

'No.' While the answer was firm, his tone sounded thoughtful. ‘And that’s okay too. It doesn't make me less of a hero.’

‘You don’t think you’re a bad person because of it?’ Izuku’s eyes widened, and he shook his head, almost jumping out of Shoto’s hold. ‘Not that I’m implying that you’re a bad person! You’re a very kind person and I think you’re amazing! Just… that was a pointless question.’

Shoto blinked once, lowering his arms.

‘He’s changed, which I accept and welcome, and we've moved on, but that doesn’t erase the past and the damage he's caused. I’ve forgiven myself, and that's enough for me.’ He scratched his cheek. ‘So, no. I don’t think I’m bad.’

Izuku nodded slowly. It made perfect sense—it was similar to his situation Kacchan—but convincing himself and rationalising his thoughts was still arduous.

‘I think I understand.’ He wiped away his tears, feeling more at ease. ‘Sorry for being like this.’

‘You have nothing to apologise for.’ Shoto was adamant; unyielding. ‘I’m just glad I could help.’

His small smile ignited a fresh wave of emotion through Izuku—his usual flustered affection for Shoto returning in full force. Mentally, he kicked himself for pulling out of their hug sooner than necessary.

‘Y-you did. Thank you.’ He flashed his own wobbly smile. ‘You’re…’

Perfect, amazing, I think I’m fall-

‘A great friend.’ He finished, admiring Shoto’s reddening ears.

‘You too, Midoriya.’

Falling...

🔥🔥🔥

Me [1740]: Just fyi next time I see you I am going to personally ram my foot so far up your arse you’re shitting icicles for weeks

Bastard Gremlin [1742]: Fuck off Icyhot

Me [1743]: Like I knew you were an asshole but really?

Bastard Gremlin [1749]: Deku told you everything then

Me [1751]: Left out some finer details but yh

Me [1751]: Enough for me to piece together the rest

Bastard Gremlin [1752]: Why do you even care?

Bastard Gremlin [1752]: How do you even know him?

Me [1753]: He's my friend. That's all you need to know, so dont bother replying.

Shoto stared at the screen a moment longer. In truth, he wanted to say more, maybe even follow through with his initial message, but Midoriya would get upset, so Shoto reluctantly put his phone away. However, as soon as it was secured in his pocket, it buzzed again. Rolling his eyes, he took out the device, expecting a snarky retort.

Instead, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1754]: Thank you for today, really

Me [1755]: You don't have to keep thanking me

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1756]: I know but I want to

Shoto's lips twitched with fond amusement.

'Texting Midoriya again?' Fuyumi commented dryly, not even looking up from the homework she was marking next to him. 'You're both insufferable.'

'You started it.'

Me [1758]: You can thank me by relaxing and going to bed at a normal time tonight

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1759]: I take it all back I hate u

Me [1759]: You love me 😇

Shoto paused then, cheeks heating up as he stared at his message. Why was he suddenly so warm? Why did anxiety pool in his stomach after he sent that message? Why was he getting more nervous the longer it took for a reply to come through?

He was just making friendly banter, like his old classmates taught him, yet it felt more significant when he was saying it to Midoriya.

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1802]: I guesssssss 🙄

Shoto immediately felt himself relax; his stomach fluttering in a way that had started to become a common occurrence around his friend. He wasn’t sure if it was a bi-product of his quirk, now that he was using his fire more often, but it was strange that it was only when Midoriya was around.

Midoriya 🙏🔥 [1804]: Hey, I thought Id ask,you don’t have to or anything, but the HQA information session at the school is on tues and I was wondering, if you’re free, it’d be good to see you there? Even if you wore a disguise or something. Totally okay if not though!

Shoto tilted his head to the side, processing the message. He and Fuyumi had spoken about the session a lot over the past few weeks, but they'd given no indication that they wanted him there—why the change of heart?

'Fuyu-nee, Midoriya's inviting me to the HQA session.' He told his sister, not really sure what he was expecting her to say. 'Should I go?'

'I mean, you can if you want.' Fuyumi shrugged, albeit not dismissively. 'Whether it's supporting him or advocating your own knowledge, it might help. I certainly have no problem with it.'

Shoto nodded slowly in thanks, then turned back to his phone. He supposed in asking his sister, he was really just looking for validation, because of course, if Midoriya was inviting him to something, then he'd happily accept; he was just glad Fuyumi thought he was making the right choice.

Me [1807]: I'll be there :)

[mariinthemare]

HELLO

I just wanted to give an update regarding the stories:

I feckin finished my 4th semester of uni and I'm finally back home and I can get down to wriTinG.

I have the 3rd chapter of Illicit Affairs written, but I'm not really happy with it so I'm gonna work on it a bit more to see if I can make it be something I'm okay with.

Anyways thank you byeee

[boogiewrites]

hiiii! so i started Hindsight's Always 19/84, have to finish the rest later bc i’m at work😭 i couldnt wait until then to tell you how much i love this!!!!! first of all, boy dad eddie?!?! first time seeing this & oh my godddd, i didn’t know i needed that! the bath scene was so precious, them rocking out & little teddy screaming his heart out🥹🥹& i love how easy it was for eddie & reader to get that connection again & open back up to each other. which makes me wanna ask (ik i didn’t finish yet so sorry if there is any) but are you thinking about incorporating flashback scenes? anyway, i stopped at the beginning of the chuck e. cheese scene. this work day is gonna be hard to get through w this fic on my brain, i can’t WAIT to finish it🤣 i can’t wait to see her interact w teddy & her seeing wayne again bc we love wayne!! which just reminded me “how’s my other baby” so cuteeeee!! okay byeee, keep being great!!💕

Thank you for the love!

There's plenty left for you after the bit you finished with, don't worry!

I don't think there will be literal flashbacks. You're going to get snippets from inner monologues about their past. There will also be conversations they have about their past together.

I didn't want to skimp on the dad/son together moments because I figure if you're reading a dad Eddie fic, you want that parenting cuteness. So I'm trying to indulge in plenty of that.

Thanks again for the kind words! I truly appreciate the love!

[moononastring]

HIIIIII IM NOT DEAD IM JUST BUSY.

Gigi I finished all my finals I am so tirED. I also started playing genshin impact and working with a professor because she does this research thing so really-

I have no life anymore. D:

Well I didn't have one to begin with but D:

Im excited for the holiday too! A niece and I are gonna bake cookies, she's about eight and she's so so so adorable and we're gonna have SO much fun!

I have no boy updates because they're all ugly and my family is strict as hell so it's not like I *can* date.

I've been watching too many k-dramas I just wanna cuddle someone I'm too touch-starved it's sad. ;-;

Anyways byeee <3 this concludes my life updates.

HELLO DARLING ♥️

Forgive me for taking so long to reply! I've been like a hermit for the past month lol. It's always so good to hear from you hehe. I'm glad college is going well (even though it's busy and hectic it'll be worth it!!!!)

I loved playing Genshin Impact!! I'm desperately waiting for it to get on Switch so I can play it again that way. It got too much for my phone haha.

I'm mostly relaxing for the holiday and trying to get back into watching k-dramas but I found myself binging The Big Bang Theory instead 😂

I hope you're enjoying your time off and if we don't chat before, have lovely new years!!

[an-theduckin]

I'm SOOOSOSOSO excited for you 2 see the Cerf drawing. I worked harder on it I thought I'd do at the start lmao but it's gonna look soooo Kool I may not even finish before screentime lock lmao x333

Anyway gotta get working BYEEE HEHEHE

Omg im so excited to see it too!! No cuz your fanarts make me so happy ^w^

[a-heart-like-a-sparrow]

January 13th, 2024 - Imbalance

────────────────────────────── Woke up at 3 PM. I was so confused. Went straight to lunch The keep going with the bedroom reset ──────────────────────────────

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

I don't know if "Imbalance" is the correct word, but let's use it anyway.

It's weird because I feel good that I'm finally doing something, but at the same time I feel so stupid and uninteresting and sad. It's like I should be doing more, because if I don't, nobody will care. It's gonna drive me insane someday...

But yeah, with "something" I refer to my bedroom reset. I have to tidy my closet now. I folded my clean clothes and gave a little place for the used ones. But I still hace to fold the clothes inside my wardrobe. It's not a lot, but HEY, I FOLDED THE NEW ONES! I did something. In less than one hour.

And I did it while listening to Björk. I've been listening to one album with 10 songs while I do things. First, it was Souvlaki, and now it was Homogenic. It's good, I don't like doing things in silence very much, it's boring.

I took the last 20 minutes to listen to more Cocteau Twins. I finished Blue Bell Knoll, I loved it! Right now it's at the top of my ranking... but Heaven or Las Vegas. Oh my god, HEAVEN OR LAS VEGAS. It's incredible, and I don't care if it is the most popular and/or basic album by them, I LOVE IT ANYWAY. I could only listen to half of it tho, I stopped to write this entry.

I've also been listening to Mazzy Star today. It's no secret that it's my favourite band, I talk about them all the time. They may be at the top of my artists on Spotify this year... it's kind of a goal. I'm obsessed with them, yeah.

But that's everything I have to say about music. I also talk about that a lot.

Ah, yes. I slept at 7 AM again. I woke up at 11 AM, and fell asleep again. I woke up at 3 PM, and I was so confused, because I saw my mother sleeping?? It was weird, I thought she hadn't gone to work. But she did. My brain wasn't braininga at that moment.

But anyway, let's talk about the picture of the night! I keep a big piece of my own hair in my closet. It's from 2020, when I cut my hair really short, it was like a shoulder-length cut. And I kept the rest of my hair! It's so tangled tho, I tried brushing it but it keeps falling. So I'll leave it like that. You can see my cat with my hair at the top!

I used to have really long hair, and it wasn't layered. It was so boring... and ugly. Last year in January I got it cut again. It's like a long wolfcut now, and it's the result of my other haircut from June 2023! It ended right at the back of my neck and I had short bangs that covered my forehead.

My friend (and even my mom) said I looked like an anime boy. They're right tho. I should go back to that hairstyle... hmmmm...

Maybe someday. For now it's a bit longer.

Oh my god, I'm talking too much. I should leave it here for now... yeah, I will, I want more Heaven or Las Vegas lol - it's so good wth

Well, at least you learned a lot about my hair! Now you can rest well with that little story in mind. Bye-byeee

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

[blueheartedmayor]

OOC: Today in "I made myself soft with my own writing":

A faint chill snapped you back to reality and dispersed the panic. Damien’s hands were on yours, nothing like the warmth the gossip articles had claimed they would hold. No… the warmth was in his smile that was reflected in his eyes, but there was still a comfort in that touch. Was this the first time you felt a sense of reassurance in the cold?

[pandaspwnz]

can someone explain why I'm consistently the most productive the day before I have to do something? Like I've almost completed a shirt I'm making for a set of pyjamas that I started today (aside from cutting out pattern pieces yesterday) which is the fastest I've ever sewn anything and it's gone super well and without incident, yet I'm stressing myself out because I want to get it done before bed but I also have to shower and do my assignment for tomorrow, pick out clothes to wear, etc. But on most other days I'm working at a snails pace! And it's not even long I have to be gone tomorrow, it's like 3-4 hours, yet I kind of feel like my day is being stolen from me, I guess? And I have to be productive TODAY to make up for it? I mean, I guess that explains it but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk man

[sensitiveho3]

T-shirt - Evan Peters

Part Two: T-shirt

Pairings: Evan Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: creampie, unprotected s3x, oral sex, l-bomb

Word Count: 1.5k (1,548)

A/N: Hey y’all I’m back…lol. Anyways yeah I finally finished writing part two to this and I have had no motivation whatsoever and I’m trying to because I really love writing and I have to finish my art portfolio as well and life has been very stressful and I have to finish college applications and essays as well. I’m going to be working on another fanfic soon that was a request and spoiler it’s a Timothee fic but I’m not spoiling what kind its gonna be. But yeah I think I’m gonna take a shower and work on a new art piece. Byeee I hope you guys enjoy this <3!! Love y’all

"That's a good girl," you spread your legs for him as your head lay against stacked pillows. "Now touch yourself. I want to watch," he looked into your eyes and yours looking into his; they were dark and cold. He was serious, hesitant; you just sat there as if you didn't hear him. "Did you hear me, baby? Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not here," he smiled at you sweetly. You felt small under his gaze; your hand slowly moved down in between your legs, his eyes following your movements.

His lips slightly parted, waiting for your next movement. The coldness of your fingers touched your clit barely, wincing at the feeling. The tips of your fingers began moving against your clit. Moving your fingers in a circular motion picking up your speed. The more your fingers moved, the more you forgot Evan was even sitting there with you. Throwing your head back against the pillows, your mouth began creating an 'o' shape. "M'gonna cum," you choked out. He watched as you reached your high the coil in your stomach about to snap, "That's it…come on, baby cum for me." As soon as he said that you came on command, it seemed, letting out a wanton moan, your legs shook, and your orgasm spread throughout your body.

Evan's hands moved up your thighs; his large hands envelop you rubbing at the skin on your hips with the tips of his thumbs. "Good job…," his voice trailed off slowly as you lay there recovering from your climax. "Open your legs again for me." You whined slightly, parting your legs open for him, "Don't be shy now this is what you wanted," his face moved downwards in between your thighs; the warmth of his breath fanned your inner thigh, the slight stubble growing on his face tickling your soft skin. Waiting for him to say something, he acted instead; the wetness of his tongue jolted you awake as he darted his tongue in and out of you. Your hands immediately grasped and pulled at the white linen sheets of the bed for support. Your groans filled Evan's ears as he hummed in response, pleased with the outcome of his actions.

"Oh, come on, I know you can be louder than that," he spoke teasingly as his fingers slipped in and out of you. Focusing his mouth back onto your clit, your thighs closed around his head, letting out a loud moan. Your back arching off of the bed, feeling the heaviness in your lower half; Evans hands pinning your hips down to the bed.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" His words muffled as he spoke against your pussy. Your hips rocked against his mouth, building up the friction between the two of you. Your eyes shut, your climax shattering through your body, your toes curling, tightening your grip on his brown locks. He continued licking your clit at a slower pace working you through your orgasm; his eyes focused on you the entire time as your body shook and trembled. Your screams turned into small whines and whimpers as his tongue kitten licked you, nipping and biting at your thighs. Watching as your chest heaved up and down. Taking his fingers, he collected some of your juices from in between your legs, placing his fingers in his mouth, tasting you.

His fingers dove in between your legs once more, repeating his action, this time moving his fingers towards your mouth.

"Baby, open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself; you taste so good." Cracking your eyes open, you did as he said with no hesitation; his fingers entered your mouth, feeling your warm breath touch him. Sucking on the pads of his fingers, tasting yourself swirling your tongue around his digits, Evan groaned at the sight and feeling. "Such a good girl…that never disobeys me," he stroked his clothed cock while his eyes traced your naked body.

"Are you gonna be a sweetheart and let me fuck you?" You were in a daze, but of course, you nodded your head, yes humming to give him the go-ahead. This is what you want and long for the past few months; you wanted Evan to fuck you senseless. You heard his buckle to his pants become undone and the zipper, the pants-dropping, and pooling at his feet. Along with his underwear, his dick slapped against his stomach, the tip was flushed pink; precum leaking from the tip with a slight curve to it, about six inches and more with some thickness to it.

You felt a dip in the bed as the weight shifted around you, Evan's body moving closer towards yours. Watching him, he looked like he was ready to pounce on you. He moved between your legs, grabbing your thighs pulling you closer to him. The tip of his cock running up and down your wet folds earning a mewl from your parted lips. Spreading your juices around your clit and up and down the slit.

"So wet and all for me," the head of his cock teasing your small hole nudging his way in. Without warning, he shoved his cock into you, letting out an airy breath at the sensation. Evan's lips met the crook of your neck, groaning into your skin as he thrusted into you. Sucking and kissing up to your neck to your jawline, face, and lips, swallowing each other's noises. Picking up speed, he moved his hips up into you, his pubic bone grazing your clit, still adjusting to the thickness of him inside of you.

"You're taking me so well, baby, your pretty little moans and screams." Your breast bounced with every thrust, and the bed creaked with every movement. The noises from your moans bounced off the walls echoing through the whole house, probably loud enough for the place next door to hear. "S'good Evan s'deep inside me," he let out a raspy chuckle, gripping the inside of your thigh, pushing your leg up to your chest, deepening his thrust. Bringing his lips to your ear, his breath fanning the sensitive skin.

"You feel so good," he slid his other hand from your waist down to your clit, circling his fingers as he moved in and out of you.

"I can feel you squeezing me, gonna cum again?" He nibbled at the bare skin on your neck, pushing your leg back further, chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck right there fuck fuck” your legs trembled with pleasure as he hit a soft sensitive spongey spot inside of you, digging your nails into his upper back dragging them down, which were sure to leave a mark. His groans filled your ears as he felt his orgasm approaching as well. The string in your lower abdomen is about to snap; your orgasm hits you. Your screams became silent as your mouth hung open, no noise coming out. "Good job, uhuh good girl cum for me," he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, your body coming undone beneath him.

Evan slowed down, watching where you to were connected, painting your walls white with his seed. The feeling was euphoric; his mouth hung open. The both of you trying to catch your breath coming down from your highs. "Fuck," you whimpered as he removed his softened cock from inside of you. The cum leaked out of you as Evan collapsed beside you, "Your fucking amazing, you know that? I love you so much; don't ever think for a second that I'm neglecting you because I want to. I'm sorry I'll try and spend more time with you." He turned towards planting kisses on your shoulder up to the apples of your cheeks.

"I love you too, and it's okay you made up for it," he smiled as you laughed, feeling your heart swell. "Maybe we should go again; make sure you're satisfied," he pecked your lips with tiny kisses. "We probably should go again. I've been needy without you here," he grinned against your lips.

"You really missed me, huh?" You nodded your head, making a pouty face. "Did you miss me right here? Or here?" His lips trailed down from your neck, down to your tits, and down to your stomach. His head disappeared underneath the sheets, "Oh yeah, I know you definitely missed me right here," you felt him kiss above your clit, making you gasp quietly. "Stop, Evan, give me a few minutes," you removed the covers revealing his head and a big shit-eating grin on his face.

"I'm hungry. I was gonna order food, but you ruined my plans, and then this happened," Evan rubbed the temple of your forehead, "Awww, was someone frustrated had to get off with my T-shirt?" You punched his shoulder as he laughed, holding his shoulder like it hurt. "Not funny, that was embarrassing," you turned away from him slightly.

"Ah, don't be embarrassed it was hot; it turned me on; maybe I should catch you in the act more often," you stiffed a laugh turning to him to see him smiling, of course.

"Come on, let's order some food," you hummed, laying into his bare chest as he rubbed your head. You missed this.