Omg That Was Amazing! Y/n Your Damn Lucky Bitch You Will Realize My Dream! Haha

Edit: I cried while a class. It's a class where I don't understand nothing that the teacher says, I become stressed and anxious. But I think that I'm better now. Besides that I did some organization in the topics of my presentation and some others little things.

Theoretically day 2 of productivity

I don't remember when I did post the last day of productivity (I think that I will start to putting the date in this), but I can assegure that I was so much productivity these days. Just Saturday morning I was in a reunion with some colleagues and we did some work and that's it.

Today I'm being a lot more productive. Here is 12:25pm and I already had biology's class and did some addiction to a portfolio that my teacher asked. At 1:00pm I will have another class and after that I hope to re-read an article and make some notes to my presentation.

My geeks…. this mental health Friday is brought to you by the awesome @blessingmanifesting

As a Ravenclaw these are spot on !

Frankie taking care of her 🥺🥺

They cuddling 🥺🥺

THE NICKNAMES 😭😭😭

I want to hug Frankie desperately!!

Cariña- Part 4

Chapter Summary: Time passes, and both Frankie and his Cariña can’t get what their friend said out of their head.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Words: 1162

Chapter Warnings: pure fluff, cuddling, nightmare, comfort

Series Masterlist Here!

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Frankie knew he always had problems asking for help. It never came easily, it was never his first thought when he was struggling.

Unless Y/N was involved.

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I devoured this story.

It became one of my favorites here.

Everything is so amazingly written and makes you feel so much emotions 😭😭😭

Can't wait to read the rest of this beautiful story that broke my heart with the "we have something beautiful here, but I have to go home soon and I can't continue what we have" plot 😭😭😭

Competing For Christmas: Masterlist

Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader

Summary:

 After a recent breakup, you decide that you still want to join your town’s Christmas Competition - and are encouraged by friends to ask your brooding coworker to be your partner. 

Unwilling to get too close and let your feelings for the man ruin your new friendship, you attempt to keep your distance. But he’s also keeping his distance - and maybe even throwing the competition to an extent - to protect a secret of his own. 

Series Warnings:

This is pure Hallmark cheese, but just to cover my bases:

- Each individual chapter lists warnings/specific summaries. Smut chapters are marked with *

Part 1: The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year 

Part 2: Oh, Christmas Tree

Part 3: Jingle Bell Rock 

Trivia Questions / Christmas Bingo Sheet / Word Scramble

Part 4: Frosty The Snowman

Cookie Inspiration 1 / Cookie Inspiration 2 / Aprons

Part 5: Holly Jolly Christmas: The Date / The Snowman Event

The snowmen: Frosty / The Snowman / Pigpen’s snowman

Interlude: Under My Tree (Din’s POV)

Part 6: Let It Snow: The Aftermath / The Scavenger Hunt

The scavenger hunt: Clue list / Bonus items

Part 7: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 

Epilogue: Here Comes Santa Claus 

Art: 

Din and the cookies (chapter 4) by @valkblue

Din and Grogu portrait by @guiltypleasure-art

*chapter titles and release dates are tentative and may shift slightly. More chapters may be added as I write. We will see what happens!

do not chastise the dove (17) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: you take your position as queen.

word count: 4,331

warnings?: fluff, mention of sex trafficking, mention of benjamin, pet name (dove), not proofread

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"He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth"

Omg 🤣🤣 an awesome way to start a friendship 🤣🤣

"You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years."

Eddieeeeee, hi!

Steve and y/n kissed, omgggg. But why when y/n is going to other place?? Steeve, why you didn't something before?? Omg, the ending was sad and frustrating 😭 can't wait for the next chapters. Can I please be added to the tag list? I'm loving your writing! ❤️

timing's a bitch (s.h) - 1/5

s u m m e r ' 8 6

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother

a.k.a the four times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment and one time he got it right (series masterlist)

You made Steve Harrington cry the first time you met him.

He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth, promising that if he ever touched your pet worm again (his name was Sherm, if you were wondering) that he would pay. After some negotiation and charm from his part - and the promise that he wouldn't make his parents call yours - you had become best friends. You brought balance to one another's lives, even from a young age. Steve was always a little more calculated and thoughtful in his actions, sticking to the sidelines at playtime and always worrying about his hair. You, meanwhile, had always run headfirst into danger, with scrapes on your knees and glue in your hair. Ying and yang.

You never left Steve's side and he never left yours. Things came close when the popularity really got to his ego in sophomore year, but it was nothing a whack across the head couldn't fix. The threat of telling every person at Hawkins High about his Farah Fawcett hairspray secret also very quickly humbled him. He owed you a lot of apologies after that phase.

Things were better than ever by the time graduation rolled around. It hadn't really hit either of you that this was it; that Hawkins High would no longer be your world. It was scarier for you than it was for Steve because he knew deep down that he had probably peaked in high school. He had no college lined up; while you'd gone and gotten yourself a full scholarship to NYU, all he'd done was argue with his parents about his grades and why they wouldn't foot the bill for him to follow you to the city. The world was about to become bigger and scarier. The prospect of you being thousands of miles away only made it worst.

"Just one year," Steve begged, "just take one year out. The new mall is gonna be hiring loads of people and you can save up a butt ton before you go to college-"

"- I am not taking a year out, Steve!" you exclaimed. Reaching across the center console, you gave his chest a whack. "I worked my ass off the last four years so that I have enough money to go now."

"Okay, don't think about money then. Think about..."

He paused, trailing off.

"Think about what?"

"Spending time with me before I go?" he meekly asked. "We can have loads of fun! Just me and you, y'know, having one final year together before you leave me forever."

You groaned. "Steve, we've had all summer together. Also, I'm not leaving you! I'll be home literally every few weeks."

He forced a smile, eyes focusing on the road ahead. This was his last two days with you before you moved and he didn't want to spend it being sad. It was just that his heart ached in a way he never thought it would. A thousand times more than when his parents didn't show for graduation; even more than when Nancy Wheeler left him.

Steve's glance flickered over to the photo tucked away into his rearview mirror. It was a Polaroid taken over the summer; you and Steve were stood between your parents, armed wrapped around each other as you were grinning in your caps. Maybe his parents hadn't shown for him on graduation, but yours sure had, with flowers and hugs and affection for you both. Hell, they probably wouldn't have minded if he moved into your room once you were at college. It was definitely something he thought about.

"Summer doesn't feel like enough," he muttered. "Doesn't it scare you that things are changing?"

"Of course it does," you replied. "Change isn't always bad though. Things can't always stay the same, Stevie. Me staying home an extra year isn't gonna delay the inevitable."

Steve glanced in his wing mirror, indicating off the highway and pulling into your driveway. You'd had to beg him to come and help you pack; even though he'd acted like he didn't want to, he was secretly delighted at the idea. In fact, he was secretly delighted at spending any time with you.

After yelling a quick hi! to your parents, you both bounded up the stairs and into your bedroom. It was pretty much stripped now, years worth of blue tack and marks and scuffs on the wall. Your entire childhood packed neatly away into boxes; some for college, some for the attic, some for the dump. Steve in particular was drawn to the pile of photos on your nightstand. It was you and him through the years - some were a little dog-eared and frayed, but the two little kids smiling back at him never faltered.

He put them down and glanced over at you. You were sat on the bed now, having discarded your clothes for a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies. He'd leant that to you last year after a day at the lake - naturally, you'd gone running in totally unplanned in your clothes. He'd stood at the side the entire time, too scared of getting his hair wet.

That had always been one of his regrets; holding back. Not just the day at the lake, but the time you'd gone tree climbing and waved to him whilst he waited at the bottom. The time you rode all the big coasters at Coney Island and smiled at him as you went by. You were always going a thousand miles an hour and Steve just fucking stood there, waving as time passed him by. And now you were about to loop-de-loop right away from him.

He watched as you frowned in concentration, hands scrawling away at a messy to-do list. Pack, buy new toothbrush, apply for job, find class schedule. It was the most organised he'd ever seen you.

"You're being awfully quiet," you commented without even looking up. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing's on my mind."

"Steve, please," you scoffed. "You've been my best friend for fourteen years. Don't try and act like you're not deep in thought about something. What is it? A car? A girl-"

"- kind of," he said. "I was thinking about...us."

You peered up at him, eyebrows creasing. "Us?"

"Yeah. Don't you think we're pretty great?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "You're my best friend, Steve. Nothing will ever change that."

Steve sighed to himself. Wasn't that the whole problem? You were friends. Best, best fucking friends. And even though it was no secret that you yourself had little thoughts and feelings about him, they never seemed to overlap. You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years. Then by the time that ended, Steve was onto his next fling.

And now you were going away. Maybe that's why he was yearning.

"Nothing at all?"

You frowned. "Nothing."

"Not even this?"

To be honest, Steve wasn't really thinking straight. Plagued by nothing but regret and hankering, he threw aside your to-do list and dove across the bed. His hands found your waist, pulling you towards him with might. It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on; even though his actions took you by surprise, you still tangled a hand in his hair when his lips came down on yours, the other finding it's way to the loop of of his best.

He pulled you closer, tongue slipping inside your mouth. You didn't mean to let out a gentle moan as he did, but fuck. Steve Harrington was a good kisser and it was annoying that all those rumours you'd tried to ignore in high school were true.

Steve sat up, pulling you into his lap. He moved his lips from yours, moving down to just below your ear. You didn't protest, instead dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

It wasn't until there was a knock at your door that you both jumped.

The sound was like a cold bucket of water over your head, snapping you back to reality. Fuck. You'd just made out with Steve. He had never been the King of Hawkins high to you; he was the kid that tried to kill Sherm over a decade ago. The same kid who got yellow braces because he thought they looked cool. The same kid that secretly cried every time Vienna by Billy Joel came on the radio.

"Honey, how's packing going?" your mum called. "I'm going to the landfill early tomorrow so make sure that you-"

"- yeah, I will!" you cut her off, trying to catch your breath. "Thanks, mum!"

There was the fall of footsteps as she walked away, leaving you and your best friend to sit there and deal with the consequences of your actions. You were still sat in Steve's lap, cheeks warm with something that wasn't quite embarrassment. His chest was heaving in time with yours, eyes refusing to break your gaze.

"What the fuck did we just do?" you asked.

"I...uh...I kissed you. And you kissed me back, and then I put my hand here and you put yours there and-"

"- it was a rhetorical question!" you exclaimed. "Oh my god, I'm still sat in your lap."

Rolling off of him, you landed on the bed next to Steve. You immediately pulled your hood up, tugging on the strings so that it tightened around your cheeks and hid your face. The worst part of all this was that you'd enjoyed it. Had the universe - in the form of your mother - not interfered, you had no doubt in your mind that you probably would have fucked your best friend. That certainly was a jarring revelation.

"Did you..." you began, but then paused. "Had you thought about doing that for a long time?"

"Yeah, I guess," Steve admitted. "Not like constantly but there's been moments over the last few years. And then I saw you sitting there in my clothes and we're about to say goodbye and-"

"- no we're not, Steve," you grumbled. "Because I'm going to see you at Christmas, and then like every weekend after that, and...Jesus Christ. Was that meant as an impulsive thing or an actual thing?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't kiss my best friend of fifteen years just for one night. I could go out to a shitty bar downtown and find anyone for that."

"Why now?"

"Can you blame a guy for shooting his shot?" Steve tried to joke, but you didn't laugh "I mean...yeah. Maybe I was thinking about you and I being more than you and I. It seems dumb now."

"Your timing is fucking awful, Steve Harrington," you gave him a small smile, gently running a hand over his face. "You could have asked me at any point before now and I would have said yes."

"But?"

"But I'm moving half way across the fucking country in two days!" you exclaimed. "You're my best friend and I love you but our lives are about to change. The stakes are too high and you are far too important for me to risk losing, okay?"

Steve smiled, giving you a nod. It could have been worse - it could have been a straight up no. A why fuck would I ever love you? or a broken nose. It was still rejection, but it was just...timing. Bad timing. Maybe he just had to wait.

He was okay with that.

taglist: @marauderssworld @boybandbaby (lmk if u want to be added!)

Oooh, Frankie cares so much about reader. Just melted my heart with all the care and love 😫🥹😍

Hope to read more chapters of this 😌

Cariña- Part 1

Summary: Sometimes your anxiety gets the better of you, but on nights like tonight, Frankie knows just how to help.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader (friendship but could be romantic leaning)

Words: 1146

Warnings: anxiety, fluff, comfort, Frankie is soft

A/N: I love Frankie. I adore the man and Triple Frontier, and want to start writing for the fandom, so here’s my first contribution. Also…This has a small chance to turn into a series, depending on what ya’ll think….let me know what you think!

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You gripped the cup in your hand, trying to focus on something, anything. Your mind felt like it was going a million miles per hour, your heart was racing, and your skin felt cold.

You should have just said no. You could have, the boys would understand.

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Yeeees, amaziiiing 😍😍😍

the last in line || e.m.

in which you really need coffee and eddie just happens to be in your way

eddie x fem!reader we’ve all heard of luna lovegood readers, now I give you lorelai gilmore readers (aka caffeine-fueled slightly chaotic individuals). 

content: meet-cute,  a lil’ bit of flirting, a lil’ bit of caffeine dependency, 100% inspired by my favourite story in gilmore girls, badly proofread because it’s 2:30am

word count: 2.9k

The diner is unsurprisingly busy, like every Friday night, when the Hellfire Club walks in. Small but cozy, it’s  located on the very edge of town. The checkered floor is sticky and the smell of oil mixed with cinnamon clings to the light blue walls and the fake leather seats like bad perfume, but they always have rock music playing softly in the background and, better yet, they make the best burger and fries in town since Benny’s closed down -greasy, tasty and cheap. Perfect for a bunch of hungry boys with limited budgets.

Grabbing a bite after their weekly meetings has become new a tradition now that Eddie and Jeff have graduated, both boys part of Hellfire still, their friendship and bonds over shared interests transcending the halls of Hawkins High. They’re a rowdy group, rambunctious and loud, and they don’t have the best reputation in town, but the owner knows them and always welcomes them in without qualms, just a plea to keep the noise to a minimum. They try their best to behave and fail half the time.

Tonight, the Club is particularly animated. They started a new campaign earlier today and Eddie’s gone all out. With an intricately designed storyline, extra minor quests, tricky villains and a surprise plot twist at the end that no one’s expecting, this is his best work yet, if he says so himself. Satisfied with the feedback he’s received so far, Eddie is in a very good mood as they sit around their usual booth, one to the right that’s big enough for all seven of them, so much so that he volunteers to order for the group.

As it often happens when they get together, chaos ensues, each boy outscreaming the others trying to get their leader’s attention, words mixing in that cacophony of incoherent noise that seems to follow them everywhere. But if the party’s loud, Eddie Munson is louder, and he commands attention with ease. Slamming is ringed hand on the wooden table, he makes himself heard. “Shut up!” 

Six pairs of eyes focus on him, knowing better than to try and argue with the boy -he’s nothing if not stubborn, and although kind and generous, Eddie hates to be contradicted or ignored. So they look in silence, expectantly, as they do when they’re in the middle of a campaign and he’s weaving stories in a low voice.

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EVERYONE PLEASE LISTEN. DO NOT IGNORE THIS.

Article 13 is going into it’s final stages of voting. 

If this gets through, it will allow many, many companies to abuse and misuse this article to take down as many memes, fan works, and even other independent creators on sites like YouTube, Facebook, and other websites INCLUDING Tumblr. 

THE FAIR USE LAW AND SAFEHARBOR LAW WILL NO LONGER APPLY IN THE U.S OR IN OTHER COUNTRIES. 

IT HAS ALREADY PASSED IN SEVERAL OTHER COUNTRIES. 

WE CANNOT ALLOW THEM TO TAKE AWAY WHAT WE BUILT FOR THE INTERNET SO FAR. 

So here is what you need to do to drag this article down. 

1. Spread the word 

I can’t stress this enough. The more attention this gets the more people we can get to take this down. 

2. Make your own content 

Make your own content on the matter and make sure it is clear to others that Article 13 is bad for every internet user involved. 

3. If you live anywhere in Europe, contact your MEPs 

Ask them if they approve of the article and why. If they do approve of it, try to convince them in a clear, reasonable, and most sensible way possible that this law is BAD. 

The article itself is way to vague about what it’s conveying to its people. 

Saying that as long as the use of said internet memes or content is good as long as it’s in “good faith.” 

We cannot let some shoddy government tell us what we can and cannot post. 

FREE SPEECH IS A HUMAN RIGHT. NOT A PRIVILEGE. 

Here’s a video on Article 13 that Film Theory made on the matter. It will explain things better than I can. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GbXHrj8k7dg

I have a soft spot for fanfics where y/n is cheated on and Bakugou takes care of her 😭🥰

TIME TO LEAVE

paring -> t.shouto x f!reader, t.shouto x momo yaoyorozu

an -> i promised small fics here n there while I work on ‘his safe space’, so here is a little something, check out the m.list. this shot has no happy ending.

summary -> you finally came to a conclusion you should have thought about doing a while ago.

warnings -> cheating, crying, jealousy, cursing, tell me if I missed any!

there he was, you were looking at him from the kitchen counter. so tall, so strong, so handsome, but you don’t know if you can call him yours anymore.

You had married the third ranked pro hero three years ago, the two of you had finally achieved your little dream since U.A, you had promised each other that you’d marry each other when you both became pros.

After graduation, both started working for a hero before your husband, shouto todoroki, had opened his own hero agency that had been very successful lately, and soon after that married you and hired you at his agency as a personal assistant.

You didn’t mind, not one bit, you had finally gotten your dream man, worked at his company with a big salary, the two of you bought a large house, in conclusion it was going well for the first two years.

But since last year his mood had changed, he does not care for your pleasure as he did before in bed, he does not give you that ‘watch what you’re eating’ or the ‘be careful on your way back’ anymore. He does not kiss you good morning, goodnight or goodbye. You barely go on dates and conversations with him has been very awkward lately, you have no idea if it’s because of his job, his hero work, him personally or if it’s just you. you sincerely hope it is not the last one.

“Shouto! I made dinner while you were out.” You called out for him, no answer. “Shouto!!” You tried again, “not hungry right now.” he said as he shut the bedroom door after him. You don’t know what to do anymore. ‘Not hungry, not in mood, don’t want this, don’t want that’ you’re growing sick and tired of his behaviour.

You figured he was tired of the extra work he was doing at the office on a Saturday afternoon, you decided to eat dinner by yourself for the millionth time this month, you sat on the islands chair and picked up your spoon before you received a message from your high school best friend, and enemy, katsuki Bakugou.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, have you seen the news today? ]

YOU

[ the news? no haven’t check it today? Why did something serious happen? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ yeah, if you consider cheating something serious. ]

YOU

[ cheating, Bakugou what the fuck happened? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ go check the news for yourself it’s all over the place ]

You exited the message app and right to the news app to check the latest news, and right then you saw your husbands face as the thumbnail of the top article, quickly enough you clicked on it as you read the title.

PRO-HERO SHOUTO AND CREATI? JUST REGULAR HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS OR AN AFFIRE?

You could feel the way your heart sank, you read the date of the article, today, at 14:07, shouto only arrived at home half an hour ago and it’s 17:10 at the moment, both your husband and your high school ‘friend’ momo, had been dressing up very casually, she was wearing a black tank top that showed her breasts so well with a pair of blue jeans and she had her hair up and jewellery decorating her ears, neck, and fingers, she looked so put up together. While shouto..was wearing the same clothing that he walked in with earlier.

You walked to the enter way and took a smell of his jacket and it had a feminine scent, he had been with her. Which means that he had lied to you earlier about working at the office. But why would he lie, you wouldn’t have minded if it was a friendly meet up or something, right? Right?

Wrong, cause you knew that since high school, momo had a crush on the hot and cold hero, he was so nice to her, he cared for her and wished her the best and she loved him whole heartedly throughout the three years of highschool, and when you and shouto started dating he told you that at some point in his second year of school he had genuine feelings for yaoyorozu. You felt like you had come in between their lives, and you felt like you were someone that was chosen randomly but shouto. It should have been her. Before you could think further, your phone dinged again.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, did you forget that I was waiting for you? ]

YOU

[ sorry, heh, I know what you mean right now. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ how are you feeling? ]

YOU

[ not so good. I knew that both of them had feelings for each other at some point and I figured that they both had moved on clearly I was wrong and I didn’t think it would hurt this much. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ it’s fine idiot, it’s not your fault and that’s for sure, if anything it’s their fault, im not sure if they’re meeting each other behind your back, who knows it might not be the first time. All you need to know is not to give in until you’re 100% sure okay? ]

YOU

[ thanks for those words, didn’t know you had the capability to comfort someone. ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ shut up, friends got each others back, isn’t that right? Remember what I told you? Go and talk to half and half bastard or whatever, call me if shit actually goes down, see ya. ]

YOU

[ thanks Bakugou, I will. Bye bye ]

You shut your phone and walked to you and your husbands shared bedroom, you walked in the door to see him laying on the bed reading a book, you sat yourself on the chair and looked at him. “Shouto, can we talk?” You asked politely, “anything wrong?” He asked, just the same at he used to ask you if anything was wrong after you fail an exam in U.A, thought it is not with the same amount of kindness, “yeah, where have you been today?” You asked nervously, but also dying to hear his answer, “with yaoyorozu, at the nearby restaurant.” He stated calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in this world, “but you told me today morning that you had some paper work at the office, and therefore we had to cancel our date.” You asked him passionately.

“That’s correct, I did lie, I’m sorry for that, but I lied because I thought you were going to take the wrong idea of me meeting her.” He said as he put his book away, clearly growing more annoyed, so you decided to state the following calmly, “don’t go think for yourself what I take the wrong idea or not. If you had told me it was a friendly meet up I wouldn’t have mind.”

“Alright I am sorry y/n.” He said as he looked T you while crossing his arms over his chest, “what were the two of you doing at the restaurant,” you asked as you reflected his body gestures, “we were celebrating her birthday so I invited her out.” He stated, her birthday? He dropped the date, lied to you just to take her to the fanciest restaurant to celebrate her birthday? He went to celebrate Yaoyorozu’s birthday but forgot yours.

you fell in deep silence thinking about this he prioritises her and her birthday more that your own and your date. Isn’t he supposed to be your husband, and on your side? Why is he doing this?

“H-how long have you been meeting her?” You asked, slowly, calmly with a low voice. “Huh?” He said in a sassy way, “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MEETING HER?” You were now telling you stood up from your chair and walked to him, “answer me.”

“What do you mean how long have I been meeting her. We just celebrated her birthday together?” He asked before he slowly got up too. “Huh? What about when you gave her a free ride home? Or when you took her to the fanciest dessert place in town on Valentine’s Day when I spent the entire day to make homemade chocolate for you? Or what about you when you both laugh at each others jokes and kick each others arms, and what about the look on your face when you are with her that I never seen on your face when you are with me huh?” You heart wasn’t quite emptied even after this, and you refused to let the tears fall.

“And what about when I spend the entire day to make your favourite soba only to find out that she had taken you to a fancy ass Japanese traditional restaurant and booked a hotel room for the two of you. And what about you lied about all the extra days at the office to get your dick wet?” The tears were rolling down your cheering right now, “and what about when you forgot my own birthday but you don’t forget hers and cancel our date to see her.” You said before you stepped away from him. “H-how do you know about all of this?” He said in complete shock, “I may have an unloyal husband but I have loyal friends who see you everywhere, Midoriya and ochaco saw you at the hotel, denki saw you at the soba restaurant, Sero and Mina and Kirishima see at the agency and Jirou and tokoyami see in the streets and Bakugou saw you today.” You finished before pulling the expensive diamond right from your finger, “wait y/n, before you do that, let me explain myself. We never did anything together and we have never met like this before—“ “look at the news.” He was quite, “what did you say?” He asked “open your fucking phone and look at the news,” you yelled, shouto pulled out his phone and started scrolling through endless articles about him and creati, “y/n, these are all for clickbates and views, you shouldn’t believe what you see on the news.” He said, trying to ease the situation.

“You know what, telling me the truth, would hurt me less than what the hell you’re doing right now.” You said before whipping your tears completely off your face, “ I know the two of you had a crush at each other at some point. And I’m probably just some filler woman in your life, you should have married her, divorcing me or telling me how you genuinely feel would hurt me a lot less than this to he honest.” You told him, “I actually did have feelings for her and I think I catches them again last year after watching yaoyorozu participating in the hero sports show, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier and I’m sorry for making your life a leaving hell for the part year, I complete understand if you want to divorce me or not to forgive me but I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry.” He stated.

“Did you ever actually have feelings for me, or did you just bury them using me to avoid destroying the two of you friendship during U.A?” You asked and the room was met with dead silence, you smiled sadly before placing your wedding ring in his hand, “you could have just told me about you catching feelings or meeting her, or even better that you never loved me in the first place and it would have saved me so much time. I’m not going to forgive Todoroki.” You said so much before walking out the room, you stepped into the kitchen and pulled out your phone from your pocket with shaky hands and called Bakugou.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is it alright with you if I stay with you for a couple of days, before I find a new house.”

“Y/n, im picking you up, pack your stuff.”

And just like that he hanged up, you walked up again to the bedroom, to see that todorki had left the room to god knows where, you pulled out your suitcase and started stuffing clothing from the closet, 2 bras, 2 pairs of pyjamas, all of your underwear, t shirts and jeans, you put most important skin care products in a bang and plopped it inside the suit case and well as a bag of your most used make up, you brought a towel, hair brush and a thin blanket and a pair of socks, it would be enough for the main while you thought. You got dressed up in a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirts before you carried the suit case and headed to the front door. You wore your sneakers before you heard your husbands—ex-husbands voice from behind.

“Where are you going?” He asked you, almost concerned. “Im staying somewhere else, I’ll come pack my other stuff soon, and I’ll send you the divorce papers soon.” You said coldly, “y/n. Please let’s not do this, let’s talk this over and come to a conclusion together shall we?” He said with a bit of hope, “there is nothing to talk about you said what you had yo say and I did so too. If there was a conclusion we could come to together we should have done that a while ago. I think it’s my time to leave, Todoroki, I should have done that a while ago.” You said as the tears were falling again, you opened the door to see Bakugou’s car waiting for too, whej he saw you he got out of the car and helped you in before he put your suitcase at the back of the car, he threw a mean glance at shouto before he got in and started driving.

“Don’t even think about it, that bastard didn’t deserve you anyways. You can cry all you want to me.”