uncertain ? unconfident ? just 'un' ? @unshur - Tumblr Blog

have you ever remembered a life you did not lead ? has a carefully collated series of words ever made you uncertain ? unconfident ? or un . just un , as an adjective unto itself .

promo by @vilifeye unreality - themed multimuse by jeremy

#hole . vacant lot . huddle . us . who are we ? good question // 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤 #multimuse rp

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the subway shudders beneath their feet, the lazy sunshine waving goodbye with the glimmer of its last rays dangling through the train’s windows… todoroki wears a well - earned sleepiness on the commute, the internship draining away the last of his precious energy [he already has so little of it to go around]. his hands fold gently in his lap, resting below his bag. IZUKU TALKS AND TALKS SOMETIMES. the noise joins the soothing click of the train twisting, latching onto new tracks, the announcer’s voice humming words through the intercom. before he realises what trajectory he’s taking, todoroki’s sleepy head finds itself against izuku’s warm shoulder – a moment of pure rest overcomes his restless body as the scent of fresh leaves entertains his senses. brain whirs back to life and he jerks away, hands tightening around his backpack. ‘ sorry. ’ @unshur

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izuku gestures mildly as he talks about nothing much, one bright red shoe tapping against the case of his costume on the floor. his muscles ache and his hands feel a little tight [ a side effect from using blackwhip, as he’s come to learn; he runs through the stretches recovery girl taught him, half-wondering if he forgot to during their cool down ] but above anything izuku is comfortable. the gentle and dying sunlight, the clicking and swaying of the train, shōto’s steadfast presence beside him, it all brings a smile to his face -- - wobbling, overwhelmed. ah, i’m so blessed izuku thinks. that crosses his mind often these days; how could he have known life would be this good, this fulfilling?

then shōto’s head comes to a soft rest on his shoulder, and an incredible warmth bursts through him. his mouth, hands, thoughts all freeze. emotion chokes him, relaxing and exhilarating and his heart thuds heavy in his chest. does he say something? does he move, and if he does should he wake his friend, or make him more comfortable? is it weird that he’s enjoying this so much? definitely weird, right? or at least, not normal.

he’s pulled from his thoughts by shōto’s head snapping back up, his shoulder much colder for it. izuku turns to him, the tension in shōto’s frame sinking his heart. “ it’s okay, ” he says, before he can stop himself. “ i- i mean, you’re tired, right? so, you should sleep. ” izuku tilts his chin down, eyes flitting between shōto and the floor as his face reddens. it’s not like shōto meant to sleep on him, and he’s probably making this a bigger deal than it really is. but izuku is selfish, and maybe a little bold, and he wants. “ i don’t mind. ”

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#woag... jeremy? active?#when dekiriu is back up i'll copypaste or smth but. i wanted this OUT #formatting? i dont know her