#WHY DID YOU STOMP ON IT THEN. LITERALLY W H A T FUCKING POSSESSED YOU!?!??!?!?

[snekdood]

i just feel like jewish people shouldnt have to die for people to recognize their importance and innocence

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Hi there! Could I request a jealous Shigaraki with a (preferably fem but gender neutral is cool too if that's easier) crush that's super tight with Dabi? Like, nothing's going on between them romantically and they aren't even remotely into each other like that but Shiggy hates how his crush always gravitates to Dabi and that their friendship can get a little touchy-feely sometimes.

Okay, I recently was reading a bunch of Shigaraki fan content on here and so I’m REALLY happy that someone requested him because I just became actual, LITERAL trash for the wrinkled raisin boy. I did headcanons? :)

Shigaraki jealous of his crush being close friends with Dabi – 

Warnings: Spice, jealously, blood mention? 

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Shigaraki is pretty selfish and possessive as it is, but for your sake he usually tries to keep it on the downlow 

But Dabi is really infuriating and rebellious and annoying to him, so even just Dabi talking to you in enough to piss him off beyond belief

But again, for you, he holds all of his jealousy in. For some ungodly reason you liked that burnt crispy treat, and though he couldn’t see why, deep down he didn’t want to see you unhappy.

Though, it was getting harder and harder to restrain himself

Every subtle thing you two did was a blaring red flag to him.

The way you would tug at Dabi’s shirt to get his attention

The inside jokes you would whisper during meetings and only the two of you would understand and snicker

Though you still would talk to Shigaraki and he loved having your attention! But he was becoming increasingly less and less grateful. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more, no, ALL of you. 

He was sitting at the bar one day and you’re sitting on one of the couches listening to him go on about this new video game he picked up at the store all incognito

And Dabi just waltzes in and plops down on the couch next to you, legs touching, and throws his arm around the back of the couch behind you

And what’s worse is that you giggled and focused all of your attention onto Dabi, asking where he’s been, putting a hand on his chest as you physically turn your head to look at him

Shigaraki is seething with a burning rage, and it takes everything in him not to stomp over there and rip Dabi away from you or decay him right before your eyes

No, instead he sits at the stool, a fist clenched around his glass, hand shaking slightly as he squeezes it tighter and tighter, imagining it was Dabi’s throat before–

CRACK. The glass completely shatters in his hand and both your and Dabi’s head whipped towards him as you give a startled gasp

His hand drips blood, still clenched around some of the broken shards while most of the glass is scattered around him on the floor

“Shigaraki, your hand!” you started to get up to move toward him but he didn’t let you get far. He rises from the stool silently, quickly shoving past you and stalking out of the room.

Dabi kind of just scoffs, an annoyed, sour look on his face. “Who shit in his cereal?” 

You start to carefully pick up the glass, a concerned look on your face as you stare at the door Shigaraki left through. After a moment Dabi gives the most exaggerated sigh and walks over to stop you. 

“I’ll clean it up, just go after him you idiot.”

You hold his forearm for a moment, a grateful look on your face before you quickly rise and scurry after the angry leader

You’re calling after him, racing down the hallway, peeking in every doorway to see which one he disappeared off into.

“Shigaraki–” you’re cut off as a hand roughly reaches out from the bathroom and pulls you inside. 

Within a second the door is slammed shut and you’re pushed harshly against it, breathless

“Why…” he says lowly, teeth grinding as his still bleeding hand presses on the door next to your head, trapping you

“W-What?” 

“Why?!” he barks louder, but you don’t miss the waiver in his voice. “Why do you make me feel this way? Do you…do you make him feel that way too?”

The way he spit out “him” like it was poison… it only took a second for it to dawn on you.

“You mean Dabi?” you ask, eyes wide and blinking up at Shigaraki with surprise.

Quickly, his other hand moved to grab your neck, startling you. But…there was hardly any pressure, as if he was scared to touch you. 

“Don’t fucking say his name or I’ll kill you right now,” he hissed, but you weren’t sure you believed him. Nevertheless, you asked him carefully…

“Would you rather I say your name, Shigaraki?”

This seemed to catch him off guard, and after a moment of silence, you heard him give a low hum of approval.

You leaned in slightly, drawing your faces so close that your breath mixed and mingled together

“Tomura…” you whispered his name so gently but so boldly… 

His body shuddered visibly. “Say it again,” he groaned, eyes needy, swirling with unhindered desire and desperation

“Tomura,” you hardly got the word out before his lips attacked yours, a loud thud sounding as your back hit against the door again from the sheer force of his advances. 

You hardly miss a beat as you kiss him back with equal vigor, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. You fought for nearly a minute before you submitted to him, letting him claim your mouth with his own. 

After he was satisfied there, he pulled away and moved down to your neck. The way he sucked and bit at your skin was nothing short of primal, and you pant, not quite able to catch your breath.

“Hnngh, T-Tomura…I should…hmm, I need to fix up your hand.”

He ignored you, focused on your neck and egged on by the little noises you let out. 

“Mmhm, y-you’re gonna…h-hah, you’re gonna leave a mark,” you gasp out, hands still weakly wrapped around him

“Good,” he growled, aiming another well aiming nip to the hickey that was forming. “Now no one will forget who you belong to.”

[all-hail-the-witcher]

I have literally no clue how to do this, but director’s commentary on your ‘One expensive can of easy cheese’ fic?

hell yeah!!

all comments will be in bold

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Race was sat on top of the counter in his and Albert’s apartment, race only knows how to sit on counters lets be real, he can't sit in a chair to save his life a piece of duct tape over his mouth and his hands tied together with kitchen twine KINKYY. He sighed against his restraints, resigned to watch his boyfriend make their contribution to this year’s Thanksgiving gathering: mac and cheese. okay so its mac and cheese cause if you read spies mac and cheese is Literally the Only thing albert knows how to cook, other than coffee, and he's Really Fuckin Good At It (he's the mikey of mac and cheese okay this is my hc)

Now, of course everyone and their mother knew that mac and cheese was not a Traditional Thanksgiving Food is it though, r a c e r?. But, Albert had won (best out of three) mario kart yesterday so he had gotten to decide what they would bring to Jack’s house i was gonna make it rock paper scissors, i do not know hot to play mariokart, but it sounds more heated than rock paper scissors. Had Race known that he had been planning to make mac and fucking cheese, maybe he would have tried a little harder race be quiet you literally love alberts mac and cheese its a known fact.

Apparently, Albert was not pleased with Race’s reaction to his decision to make mac and cheese, and thought that Race might try to get in the way somehow (which he may or may not have fully intended to do) he did. So he did what any loving boyfriend would: sat him on the counter, put duct tape over his mouth and tied his hands together so he wouldn’t interfere albert sounds real kinky in this, why did i make this so kinky, wait when did i even write this.

Race was beginning to wonder why he had agreed to move in with Albert in the first place. CAUSE YOU LOVE HIM THATS WHY

With a violent shake of his head and one final spat who the fuck uses the word spat huh saph??, he was able to dislodge the duct tape d i s l o d g e thats some karen bs right there.

“Albieeeeee,” he whined, laying down on the counter. “Can you pleaaaaaaaseee let me helllllllllp?” yeah albert let him help jeez he's the one who actually knows how to cook

Albert barely glanced up as he pulled the big wooden spoon out of the pot and gave it a thoughtful lick note to self, all licks should always be thoughtful. “Hmmmmmmm. No.” dumbass. if only you knew what was coming.

“But-!” He wriggled w r i g g l e d around to give Albert his best puppy dog eyes. “Can I make something else then? Ple-OW!” He glared at the spatula that had been hurled at his arm. “You apologize for that!” damn albie why so mean? o wait i wrote this wait...

“Nah.” He smirked and went back to stirring his wretched pasta okay but i did a good job making race salty i gotta give myself that. Well, actually Albert’s mac and cheese was quite good hELL YEAH IT IS. Race was just salty that he was making it for Thanksgiving when it was very well known that he was the chef of the two and Jack was expecting something good not the mac and cheese Albert famously made at 2am in college when they were all high as hell. okay real talk tho, no one eats good mac and cheese in college, its the instant microwave shit cause were all broke so thats a lie race

“Can you at least untie me then?” ;)

“No.” Albert even bother considering this time. albert this is gettin Real Kinky..

“Well.” If logic wasn't going to work on Albert he would have to try another method. “I know you know how to make a guy feel good Albie HAH YES I KNEW I PULLED SOMETHING WEIRD, but I never expected ropes to be a part of it. What’s next? Handcuffs? Whips? Chains?” i gotta tell ya life without ya has been hard. hard? has been bad. bad? has been r o u g h. k i N kY

In two seconds flat Race was out of his kitchen twine bonds and flexing his sore wrists. LIKE HECK HE WAS CAUSE ALBERTS ACE AND HE DONT WANT THAT REPUTATION!!!

“Man Albie, who knew you had a twine kink.” hehe u go race

“You know,” Albert began loudly, as if thinking that his loudness would cover up his totally obvious twine kink yeah albie has a twine kink, he licks it, no this is a joke, “if you want to do something that's actually useful, you could go to Walgreens and buy me another can of Easy Cheese.” W A L G R E E NS. this whole fit was an excuse to write another part of the walgreens au

“Is that what you put in your fuckin mac and cheese?” Race swore he actually felt bile rise in the back of his throat when Albert nodded. “That’s it. I’m never eating your mac and cheese again.” BUT YOU LIKE IT

“But-!”

“I’ll eat you though,” Race winked, taking a moment to enjoy the startled, yet somehow pleased look on his boyfriend’s face. okay maybe albert wasn't ace in this particular fic...

“Not until after we’re done at Jack’s.” yeah definitely not scratch that. i write a lot of fics. Albert said only half jokingly as he dug around in his pocket for a second before throwing a crumpled five at Race. “In the meantime though, be gone thot!” GO AWAYYYY. IM A MAN OF GOD. mikey and my sister have subjected me to too many tik toks im sorry

Race barely managed to catch the bill without falling on the floor, but still blew a kiss to Albert before walking out of the apartment.

Who the fuck puts easy cheese in mac and cheese? albert does. but its actually a plot point just to get you to walgreens and if anyone puts easy cheese in mac and cheese i will fite you. He wondered for the millionth time as he stomped the three blocks to Walgreens. Albert claimed that he had chosen his apartment for its proximity to the store he did, actually, but up until today Race had always assumed that he had been joking he was not. The man did make a lot of mac and cheese and if Easy Cheese was an ingredient well….maybe there was some truth to that story after all. you can buy easy cheese at a lot of places tho...i don't actually know if you can buy easy cheese at a walgreens

Race pulled open the door to the Walgreens, pausing briefly to wonder why the absolute fuck it was open on literal Thanksgiving before remembering that it was a fucking Walgreens and why wouldn’t it be open to sell his dumbass boyfriend a can of fucking Easy Cheese. walgreens remains a mystery indeed. my only experience was the one that my best friend and i would go to at lunch during senior year. also have you ever noticed that most walgreenses are on corners? cause their slogan is at the corner of happy and healthy??

In order to get to the Easy Cheese, or at least he assumed so because he had never bought a can of Easy Cheese in his whole glorious 25 years of life a true chef, Race had to walk past the Pharmacy section of the store. And, it just so happened that there was a guy sitting behind the counter at the Pharmacy. A very attractive guy. With a beard. In scrubs. oh my god the most questionable villain I've ever written.

Now, of course Race loved Albert and nothing would ever change that, but he could appreciate an attractive man when he saw one indeed he could. He thanked whatever deity was out there for the bit of man candy M AN C AN D Y that he had been granted and went in search of his Easy Cheese. oh just you wait racetrack 

“Mac and cheese, velveta cheese, microwaveable mac and cheese, where the fuck is the- oh thank fuck there we go.” my best friend and i spent much time looking at the mac and cheese in walgreens He pulled a can of Easy Cheese off of the shelf, tossing it once and catching it athletics before turning to go pay for the horrendous product, happy to finally be done with the whole ordeal when- B R E T T 

“Easy cheese? Really?”

Race whirled whirled? saph please get a better vocabulary around to see Mr. Man Candy hA himself leaning against the opposite shelf. “Wh- who?”

“Oh,” he dusted his hand off on his scrubbs oh my god Wait i wrote this cause one time when i was in a walgreens i Did see a hot dude working the pharmacy and decided to write a fic about it!! i remember texting mikey about this hjfhgjhg, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brett O’Hare. and mikey came up with that name And you, sir, are a disgrace to society. The very reason why so many Americans are in poor health in this day and age.” brett is an obnoxious millennial in case you can't tell

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Easy Cheese!” Brett gestured wildly toward the can in Race’s hand. “Gosh do you even know how many preservatives are in that stuff? And all the cancers that it can cause? It’s terrible. We wouldn’t need free healthcare if people just stopped eating Easy Cheese!” apparently he's a millennial who's also a republican...?

Race had lived in New York City his whole life, and he had seen some pretty strange things subway pizza rat, but never had he seen a pharmacist in a Walgreens lecture anyone about the health benefits of Easy Cheese. easy cheese has no health benefits. and if you'd stopped annoying your boyfriend maybe you wouldn't be there

“So let me get this straight,” Race rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. “You go around yelling at people about the ingredients in the things that they are purchasing?” yeah its nyc people love to have Opinions. and so do millennials

“Yeah.”

“You do realize that this is a Walgreens, right? Everything in here probably contains some kind of chemical.” man brett has his work cut out for him. New Yorkers never ceased to amaze him.

“All the more reason for me to inform them of their poor eating habits!” Brett pointed a finger at him. “And stop distracting me! You’re the one buying the freaking easy cheese here!” this is so weird why did i come up with this idea. what possessed me. 

“It’s not even for me!” Race shouted back. “It’s for my boyfriend’s fucking mac and cheese that he insisted on making for Thanksgiving even though everyone knows that mac and cheese is not a fucking Thanksgiving food and he’s only making it cause he knocked me off the goddamn rainbow road right before the fucking finish line!” someones salty Race was fuming but the time that he was done.

“Oh, man I’m so sorry, that's lousy.” but it won't stop brett...

Race looked surprised. Of all the things that he thought he would get out of this Walgreens experience, a therapy session was indeed not on the list. But neither had been hearing a lecture about the preservatives in Easy Cheese from a pharmacist. i have literally no explanation for this train wreck of a fic

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still buying Easy Cheese!” Between one second and the next, Brett had grabbed the can of Easy Cheese out of Race’s hand, wielding it like a brick ha percy jackson heroes of olympus anyone??. “Buy some fucking vegetables!” you can't buy vegetables in a walgreens brett

And with that, he struck Race over the head with the can of Easy Cheese.

Now, Race had definitely done some questionable things during his life Thats for sure. Once he had slept on the roof of his dorm building in January for a week because he lost his dorm key god why you can't even get on the roof of dorm buildings i know, I've tried, and another time he had been tricked into making an entire wedding cake using salt by Who??. However, being smacked over the head with a can of Easy Cheese by a health nut in scrubs on Thanksgiving put any and all other situations he had been in to shame in a walgreens don't forget. how did you forget that saph.  

He opened his eyes, suddenly blinded by the lights, and reached for his phone, muttering curses about man candy and vegetables as he should be. Squinting so he didn’t have to look at the screen, he somehow managed to dial Albert. no one d i a l s anyone saph. its the 21st century. i have like maybe 8 phone numbers memorized, half of them belong to my family the other half to people i knew in middle school.

“Racetrack Higgins, where is my Easy Cheese?”

Race pulled the phone away from his ear and winced at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Um, it may have been used to give me a concussion by a health nut in scrubs?” for Once al isn't the one who gets injured in a walgreens. bet you didnt see That coming

Albert let out a loud sigh. “Ah man, did you run into Brett? That guy’s the worst.” hehe bet al used to date him

“Wait, you know him?”

“Race, I know every Walgreens employee in Manhattan, of course I know Brett.” There was the jangling of keys in the background. “I thought I told you to go to the one on 4th for this reason, ah, well. I’m on my way. I’ll take you to urgent care. Hang tight.” ofc al goes to urgent care. and everyone there knows him by a first name basis

Race’s head hurt too much to process what Albert had said except for the words ‘I’m on my way.’ “Okay,” he sighed. this was definitely one of the times i asked mikey about oddly specific concussion symptoms and then proceeded to forget everything he told me and do my own stuff

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Race’s eyes focused on the dented can of Easy Cheese rolling on the floor he should still buy it. “And Al?”

“Yeah?”

“This is going to be one expensive can of Easy Cheese.” get it? cause race has to pay urgent care for his consultation? and they're also Very Very late to thanksgiving. cause al insists on finishing his mac. jack is not impressed. he eats all races pie.

anyway thats that hope you enjoyed