#but then spinner is. thanking him. saying how he wanted tomura to be free from afo

[mettywiththenotes]

In another world Spinner would be thanking Izuku for saving Tomura from AFO instead of crying over his death

[haleigh-sloth]

Hello again shigaraki expert! Hope all is well. Forgive me if you’ve answered this before, but what do you think people get wrong about him the most often and why? Both by viewers as well as the characters in the series. Thank you for always being so open to questions!

🤯 What a question. Also I have no idea how to react to being called that askdfasg. I think I kind of went on a little tangent about that here, but there are actually a lot of answers to this question.

There are a LOT of things about Tomura that I personally feel get mischaracterized by fans--but a lot of these takes come from multiple different subsects of the fandom. So I have to like...break it down I guess so it doesn't come across as a disjointed point I'm trying to make. And then in canon, god, there is also a lot of misunderstanding of him but that's because Tomura doesn't say anything out loud.

I'll break it into sections asghasf

Some takes are just not worth engaging with imo, like the ones talking about how he "actually wanted to kill his dad", or was actually born evil. I mean.....if that's the conclusion you've come to when reading the manga, there is nothing I can do to help you lol.

Takes I feel are skewed but not without justification to some extent though:

Man-child who throws tantrums: I mean yes, in the beginning when you didn't know the character well, you saw this behavior. And you hear the protagonist side characterize him this way. I get where this idea comes from, it isn't based off of nothing in canon. But supposedly people latched onto this characterization and never let it go. Now I personally don't see this a lot because anybody who thinks this is not someone I'd engage with in fandom anyway, but apparently in fics? I guess it's an issue. But yeah, needs to be let go. His reactions in early chapters have been explained to us as serious stress responses as a result of his life circumstances, not him being spoiled and unhappy that he didn’t get what he wanted, similarly to a toddler. The scratching at his skin and severe emotional irritation? It’s a panic attack.

Making his entire personality out to be nothing but a gamer nerd. Again, this isn’t without some justification. But it’s a little weird that so often he gets reduced down to…just that. It’s not even prevalent enough in his personality to have been put in his manga profile as something he likes, like it was for Spinner. It’s just weird that…that’s all he gets out of people sometimes.

The more complicated mischaracterizations (imo) are as follows:

“He has his own goals that he came to on his own.” Well, there is some evidence to back this up, if you ignore another key aspect of his character. He hates society, yes. He was abandoned by the common population and by heroes, yes. But his resiliency from this fact is completely tanked, because the real reason behind his goal to just get rid of everything is because he hates himself and sees no possibility for a future where the current world will ever accept him. But notice how in recent events we’ve been shown that despite the fact that he sees no future for himself in the current society, he still keeps hoping and holding out for someone to help him and accept him anyway. His self-hatred is not something he came up with on his own—that’s AFO. Society sucks, he hates it, and he has a hatred for it based off of personal experiences. But that’s not what he needs saving from. He needs saving from the hate he holds for himself and his own existence.

“He was liberated from his past.” He wasn’t. The proof is current chapters, but also if people would take like ten minutes to go back and really look at MVA, they’d see it for what it was. It was insanely negative development for Tomura and the shackles his past have around him only tightened their grip, as did AFO. Arguments over whether the possession plot line being planned from the start aside, MVA was never an arc about him being set free, or letting go, or moving on. It’s really really obvious if you look at it without being held up on the nice idea of Tomura being an independent thinker.

“He wants to make a change for the better.” I don’t know that this even really needs much explanation. I know it’s a common idea that he’s “fighting for a change”, but there’s a reason the manga doesn’t uphold his actions as something positive. Decaying cities with random bystander people in them is not positive nor is it fighting for any kind of change. And the manga doesn’t even try to frame it that way. So I find this take to be a result of people not letting go of past characterizations when we had less info, and not letting go of fanon Tomura. I talked about this here and here.

“He’s this selfless and compassionate person who prioritizes others (namely the League) above himself.” Honestly, I don’t see any indication of this, but it’s a popular idea people have of him. His desire for the LOV to live how they wish and HIS desire to destroy everything are 100% mutually exclusive. In a way both ideas might point in the same direction, but in that sense both of those things point in the same direction as AFO’s plans too. But they don’t enmesh well do they? On another note, he’s definitely self destructive, but he’s not sacrificial. He’s not out there thinking of the League’s well-being as a result of any sacrifice he makes. He operates rather independently (separating and going into a coma for four months). And the proof of this is, well, currently. When two of the remaining members of the league who have some sort of independence in their actions willfully turned a blind eye to his situation and pretty much abandoned him in the AFO situation, and have shown no internal conflicts to AFO taking over their operation. It just tells me that Tomura never set the bar for the League members to sacrifice themselves for each other, including himself. He doesn’t. What Spinner, Compress, and Twice do in their arcs is a different discussion altogether. But if we’re talking about Tomura specifically, he is not sacrificial for others. There is not really any evidence for that imo. I do think he is a compassionate person deep down, at his core. But that’s Tenko, who he really is, who he’s always been. That’s an aspect he’s always had outside of AFO that gets clouded over by his current personality that is nothing but trauma responses.

I think those are my biggest things that I feel get misconstrued, misread, mischaracterized about him by fandom. In the manga itself, there isn’t really a single soul who knows his true self (yet). So to answer that I’d say….everyone misunderstands him to great extents. But that’s intentionally done. Nobody is supposed to see how much he really hates himself and blames himself for his family and for how he turned out as a person. (Yet)

[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

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The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

[itsnothingofinterest]

Alight, I see that everyone’s enjoying the chapter; but I’m kind of not feeling it myself. Kind of feel like not much happened, the stakes are awfully low for the ‘final’ arc and kind of getting worse, and I’m a bit worried about what’s going on with the writing on saving Tomura.

So I’ve got some salt to get off my chest under the cut. Come join me if you’re feeling any of the above, but feel free ignore me if you’re enjoying things in this chapter. I’d hate to ruin anything for someone with my venting.

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(hopefully that’s enough to put this under a readmore even in general tags.)

Man but I am not enjoying how little a threat the villains are being right now. Like I said from the start of this war that the villains winning was never on the table even ignoring that this is a story. The stakes were only ever if the heroes would win with single digit casualties vs literally 0 casualties. A part of me still hopes there’s a chance Spinner can get the League & their loyalists out and we’ll get a My Hero part 2; but that’s the best chance they’ve got. They can only lose or run.

But this chapter just highlights just how perfectly things are going for the heroes, exactly according to plan. Like just how Shigaraki, thanks to AFO’s self-sabotaging, is so much weaker than from the first war while Deku is so much stronger. And backed by a practical army chosen specifically to take Shigaraki down. All while Tomura’s body is being piloted by a man far worse a fighter and far less dangerous than him.

And while I’m glad Deku didn't go feral; that emotional manipulation really was AFO’s only edge and now he’s got nothing. No more cards to play. He’s just screwed and we know how the rest of this goes.

Also, something about how Deku addresses AFO here just gives me anxiety; like he’s treating the enemy before him just as AFO so Tomura’s just a damsel to be saved without addressing any of the man’s own issues with heroes. It’s making me worry that Deku’s just gonna bank on beating AFO and saying nice words to make Tomura feel better about the Shimura incident; so he doesn’t have to challenge his beliefs or change things to convince Tomura he can be trusted as a hero. A potential resolution to saving Tomura that I’ve heard proposed many times before and made no secret about hating.

And then like; that’s kind of it. Deku arrives, looks cool, almost gets angry before Mirio calms him down, and calls out AFO as Tomura becomes a non-entity damsel in the conflict. Same with last chapter too, which was mostly TomurAFO walking menacingly, butt scene, 6 pages of spreads in a row as Deku arrives. And maybe that’d be enough if I was sold on how threatening TomurAFO was before this, and the aura of Deku being here to save the day did anything for me. But I was not so I am not. It felt even until now, so now it feels stacked against Shigaraki and I want to move on to something interesting. Specifically Spinner, I think.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

um

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit

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I Want To Hear You Say It

Chapter 3: Claw Marks

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Listening to the FNAF timeline and thinking about that tiktok

Prev.

He dreads going to the hideout. He doesn’t want to think about what he's going to say, what excuse he’s going to make up that will keep everyone satisfied with his answer. The correct thing to have done on the journey home would have been to make up a believable lie but without the safety of numbers and the area that he was in- he had to focus on not getting caught- his mind too preoccupied with his surroundings to actually have time to think. 

His steps are heavy, short breaths that fill his lungs and leave in puffs, bones aching and he finds himself nearing the building. Dark in color, weeds sprouting from the edges, the color of the building, once something deep and polished, is now faded and dirtied with random tagging symbols that have long been washed out by the weather. He stands at the door, sky clouded overhead and a light mist that falls onto him and makes him uncomfortably wet. His stomach is full with chicken that you bought and shared with him. The hideout is dark, the windows boarded up and he can’t hear a sound coming from inside. No screaming, arguing, music, or singing. Tomura stands outside a hidden door and he takes in a deep breath, cold air chilling at his throat and making his mouth dry.

He walks inside; the door creaking as it announces his arrival to anyone who is willing to listen. His eyes scan around the old room, the floor solid underneath as he takes careful steps, hands poised and a deep unsettlement that settles in his bones as the stillness seems to place everything inside on pause. His mouth opens, his tongue coming out to lap at his lips, a passing thought flashes by that he should call someone’s name but as quick as it came, he denounces it just as quickly. He won’t risk calling someone’s name- someone could be listening in, the hideout could be abandoned and still wiretapped in case any wandering heroes had gotten lucky- no, he’ll walk around and assess.

He takes a careful step forward and then the room is bathed in a yellow light. His shadow stretches and distorts, elongating and he feels bare, his face naked and cold, immediately, placing his hand over himself in a mock attempt to mimic Father. His eyes snap up, hand already reaching forward with every intent to rid the possible threat until he lands on sun colored eyes. 

“Tomura-kun!” Toga says especially, her smile wide and a slight skip to her step as she walks towards him. “You are alive!” The way she says it makes it sound as if there were doubts. “Took you long enough to get back, huh?”  Her smile is almost teasing as she rocks back and forth on her heels. 

He gives her a disgruntled look, eyes narrowed and wants to snap a response towards her. His eyes meet hers where she does not falter, smiling sweetly at him with a certain glint in her eyes. “Where are the others?” 

Her smile falters, a hand at her side fisting at the loose material of her joggers. The hem of an oversized sweater spilling past the waistband of the joggers. “Sleeping,” she says with a tight voice and under the light he realizes that her arm is dusted in a purple bruise, dark in color as it spills to blue with a hint of sickly yellow. “Where were you?” 

He eyes the bruise, a scowl on his lips as he meets her gaze yet again. “Nowhere important.” Words get stuck in his throat, the bruise dancing in his peripherals, filling his mind with other unseen possible injuries. Her face is clean, free of any marks as she stands in front of him. She can stand; Toga is still standing in front of him. “The mission?” His nails dig into his skin, pulling at the old scars that have long closed up.

Her smile falls and he finds annoyance lapping at him. She shrugs, her hands spreading wide as she looks at him and her shadow dances along with her. “Went as planned. We were able to find a new location in case this one goes south but we did run into trouble while transporting the items.” 

“Trouble?” He takes a step towards her, eyes glancing behind her trying to find wandering movement that lies in the shadows.

“Spinner hit his head pretty hard so for now he’s resting. Twice went to find Giran so he can bring in some type of aid or something-” she waves her hand in a tired circle- “I didn’t really pay attention,” she finishes, her smile returning. “Anyways, now that you’re here, I’m going back to bed.” She turns on her heels, her hand coming up to cover her yawning mouth. She pauses as she steps to the other side of the entrance to the hallway. “Oh, by the way,” amusement has left her face, a thin smile on her lips that doesn’t reach her eyes, “your hands on your bed. You must have dropped them when we split.” 

He stands in the empty room, eyes growing heavy and anxiety grabbing at his insides. His collar is too close to his neck, wrapping around the base in a tight hold that makes it impossible to swallow, acid riising and leaving a tart taste on his tongue, heavy and sickening. “Thank you,” he whispers to an empty room with eyes glued where Toga stood just a minute ago. His hand spills from his face and falls beside him in a limp.

The doors that line the hallway and spill onto different ends are all closed, subtle chipped marks carved into the wood to indicate which rooms are occupied. His hair still smells of your shampoo, light and sweet. His clothes reek of what you used to wash them. His hand forms into a fist as he thinks about you. It’s a fleeting thought that he latches onto and soon enough he isn’t able to escape you from entering his mind. His hand wraps around the doorknob with a pinky raised as it twists under his palm. He enters his room as you enter his mind. True to her word, his hands are displayed on his bed, laid in an orderly fashion.

He stands at the edge of the bed, eyes lidded as he stares at the hands. Slowly, he grabs each hand, one by one, each placed back at their respective spots, a heavy weight that falls on him with each addition, a tight grasp that holds onto him with a promise to pull him down and suffocate him, the promise of false love and a mock hug as hands encase him. The last hand that goes on his face is held tenderly, the palm facing towards his face, an open strike that is welcomed and makes him feel calm, settling his nerves for just a moment. The hand is cold and heavy against his warm skin. The thick cartilage is tough- sturdy and unwavering- his fingertips flutter against the raised bridges, lowering until it reaches the metal end. 

His hands are nothing like your hands. 

He can almost feel your touch. It was light and fluttery, soft against his face. You held him with care, trying to calm him down when the first thing he had done to you was pin you down. You were nice to him. You told him that you had done it because you wanted to believe that you were a good person. His hand tremors, sliding past the metallic end, a light brush against his chest that stills as it reaches his stomach, clenching at the shirt with a careful grip, twisting the fabric in his hand. You quite literally picked him off the streets and gave him a temporary home. You gave him kindness that he hasn’t witnessed or felt in so long. You were kind to him- doting over him and making sure that he was fed. You washed his clothes and had calmed him down when he feared that he had lost his hands. Your hands held him together, grabbing at him and pulling him close to you. He sucks in his bottom lip, remembering the pull of your thumbs against his chin, the touch that you gave him that didn’t fill him with sickness.

He misses your touch. There’s a deep tug in his body. It pulls at him, tugging against his very essence and making him feel stretched out. His chest stutters, rising and dipping with lungs that expand and a heavy flush that warms his body. His eyes go wide, pupils dilating as he leans over, hand leaving his stomach and resting on the bed in a closed fist, the pads of the fingers dig on the top of his head, clenching as they squeeze his head with a painful grip.

He doesn’t need this right now. He doesn’t need you invading his mind. He can’t handle the thoughts and feelings that come with you. The need to see you. The need to have your hands replace the ones on his neck. He’s breathing heavy, wheezing over the bed, mouth gaping under the palm of Father, his heart erratic and mind wandering. He’s never felt like this before. He’s never had emotions this strong. The desire to see you is stronger than anything he’s ever faced- stronger than anything he remembers. He’s gasping for air, eyes watering and he stands straight, a hand placed along his neck as his nails etch themselves against him, sin bleeding out, hot and thick against his skin. 

-

The sun is setting, casting a soft orange glow across the city as you walk home. It’s quiet, your phone buzzing in your hand and merely swipe at the notification for the Discord chat that you’re part of but never engage in. The time reads back to you and you come to a slow, walking towards the edge of the building, standing against the corner with eyes trained on the time. 

You wouldn't call yourself overly paranoid. Sure, you've heard things that go bump in the night and hid yourself under the covers rather than go and investigate, you've slept with rather odd, sharp objects under your pillow and have practiced time and time again how quickly and quietly you can reach into your bedside drawer and pull out a pair of scissors. But that was in the past. You've grown past the need to hone your skills and now all you have for protection is an old stuffed bear with stuffing that has gone limp and dull. 

You stand at the edge of the alleyway, taking a few steps into the dampen area, clicking your tongue as you step into a puddle. There’s a deep feeling that washes over you, making you chew on your bottom lip and edge deeper into the growing dark area. You take a small step to the side, your head tilting as you search for any shapes that are too humanlike, looking for anything with soft, blue hair or a hint at it and with a final step, your phone buzzes your hand. It’s stronger- a phone call, you realize. Snapped out of whatever trance you had, you turn around and make your way out of the alley, frowning as the words “Scam Likely” is written on your phone. You click and pull at the red phone symbol, the call ceasing immediately and you walk in a crowded street.

Perhaps you should have given Tomura your phone number. Or had offered him a ride or insisted that he stay for another night. He didn’t seem well enough to leave- much leave the way that he did. You purse your lips, your pace increasing as you walk home, your bag patting lightly against your back. If you had at least given him your number then he could have called you or sent you a message indicating that he was home or at least safe. You let out a sigh, your lips pulling into a thin line. 

The trek to your apartment is short, your hands resting along the rail as you climb the steps, unable to stray from the memories of when you had to help carry him up the steps. He had only rested for a day- if you wanted to be generous- and had eaten only two meals and slept on a couch. He couldn’t have possibly been comfortable. Maybe if you had insisted that he stay another night then you could tell if he had been lying about any hidden injuries. But there was no dried blood when you checked the shower, no stain that had caught against the porcelain or carpet- it was clean. You fret over a stranger- the only facts that you know of are that his name is Tomura, he works in a bar, and he’s socially inept. You check the time on your phone- there could be a possibility that you can pass by the same area and see if he’s there or any trace of him- but no. You grimace at thought- it sounds too stalkerish, as if you’re waiting for him to arrive and if he is there by any chance, you don’t want him to feel bothered or- You gasp as you bump shoulders with someone, stumbling a bit and you're grateful you’re on a flat surface rather than the stairs. 

“Oh my goodness!” You raise your shoulders, pulling them close to you. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking-”

“Hey, hey,” the person says in a calming voice and you close your mouth, stepping away as your neighbor comes into view. “It’s cool, don’t worry about it.” He stands tall in front of you, a soft purple hue of skin that darkens slightly at the tip of his ears. Spiky hair that jets out in multiple directions, a dark blue that almost shines blue and purple under the light covers his forehead in wispy bangs with two curled, ram-like horns that protrude from the side of his head, dark in color with silver highlights. “I wasn’t looking either-” they laugh, sending you a friendly grin that is quickly overwritten with concern- “Are you okay?”

“Oh, er, yeah. No, I'm fine. Sorry about bumping into you again-” you step to the side, already waving a goodbye- “I’ll-”

“Wait!” He says in a rushed tone, spinning on his heels to look at you, a nervous chuckle spilling past his lips. “I, uh- Ha, sorry. So uh, did your friend go home?” He jerks his head to your door, eyes shifting nervously.

You blink at him, the moments with Tomura briefly forgotten as you strike conversation with your neighbor. “Oh, yeah. He went home last night,” you trail, the word “home” not feeling correct on your tongue. 

“Oh, really?” I uh- didn’t see him.” His smile is tense and his eyes widen. “Not that I was spying or anything. I had to pick something up from the pharmacy late last night and I noticed-”

“No, yeah. He left.” You give him a tight smile and edge backwards. “Listen, I have to go and put... something away.” You give him a final grin, toothy and forced. “Bye!” You wave a goodbye at him and promptly hurry to your door where you- thankfully- have no trouble opening it.

You shut the door, your back against the wooden frame, your eyes drooping and you slide slowly to the floor, bringing your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on the spot that you have created. Your bag presses uncomfortably into your back, the items inside pressing into the faux leather and into your soft back.

You close your eyes, trying to hear the sounds of wandering steps, mouth pulling into a thin line, and brows knitting together. “Maybe I should have asked him if he saw him anywhere,” you mumble under your breath. You let out a bitter laugh, raising your head and resting it against the door with a faint thud. “Great,” you whisper to yourself, “now I’m thinking about him.” You exhale, letting your eyes close with a weak smile stretching across your lips. “Well,” you trail, slowly opening your eyes, “it’s out of my hands now. Best I can hope for is that he’s home safe.” You push yourself off the floor, wincing slightly at the movement. 

You flutter around the apartment, changing out of your uniform into something more comfortable, your hands aching and body accepting the weariness that it possesses. Your sock clad feet walk around the apartment, phone in hand, as you walk into the kitchen.

It’s a decent size, enough for things to be ordered in a way that makes it feel both cluttered and homely. The fridge is decorated in an assortment of magnets- new with vibrant colors and cute designs, old and faded, simple in design but something from long ago- pictures and various numbers and business cards placed on the surface. You open the fridge, food and ingredients inside but it’s too much work to actually prepare the food itself and wait for things to defrost. You close the fridge with a huff and make your way to the living room. 

You stand at the edge of your couch, the blanket that Tomura used is folded at the end of the couch. Your brows knit, a frown tugging on the corner of your lips. You sigh sadly and there’s a bitter taste on your tongue, thick and heavy, and you scrunch your face. In your hand, your phone gives a curt buzz- a message from your friends. Your mood brightens and you sit on the opposite end of the couch, away from the blanket, and curl up at the end, eagerly responding to your friends' plethora of messages that you had missed- and partly purposely ignored due to heavy thoughts- on your walk home.

-

You sleep on the couch, covered by a throw blanket, a deep blue color that covers your frame as you curl under, a stuffed animal in your grip with shiny black eyes that reflect the television, an assortment of colors played against the room, and reflecting in the eyes of your comfort object. You sleep soundly, undisturbed and protected by glass, watched and protected by a pair of crimson eyes, between the blinds. Tomura Shigaraki sits with his knees pulled up to his chest, thin scratches around his neck and a burning desire in his chest to reach forward and accept your generosity that you had given him. 

He’s confused on why he’s here. He's out in the open, Father on his face which would surely give away his identity- could that be why you didn’t recognize him, he wonders- and he’s outside like a stray animal, waiting by your door and watching you sleep. Maybe that’s why he’s back. You didn’t fear him and while fear is something that he really does long for, something that so undeniably means you have the upperhand in something, it was different this time. You sat near him, did his laundry for him and cared for him on the pretense that you wanted to be a good person. That’s almost laughable, really. You treated a literal villain as some wounded puppy and practically saved his life. Heck, if it was anyone else or maybe if you had decided to watch the news more often, he would’ve been found out and captured. You wanted to be a good person and because of that, you are good to him. 

It’s fascination more than anything. This odd sense of longing towards you, the way that your hands felt on him and how you fretted over him as he panicked- he places his hand over Father and lets out a breath. The air cool, nipping at him with a slight shiver, and he looks inside with blank eyes, remembering how it felt to be inside, the candy scented candle that filled the room and how overtly sweet it was when he woke up. You were nice to him, there didn’t seem to be a hero in sight, so the probability of you being watched over is fairly low- you were nice to him and you trusted him enough to know where you lived. His leg tremors, eyes narrowing through the gaps of the fingers on his face as he stares at your unmoving frame. His hand flutters against the glass, index resting followed by the other three, and his prints are left.

Your blinds are left open and he snorts at your lack of self-preservation. He can let it slide since your little home isn’t somewhere where people can easily see. But here you are, covered by a blanket that he hadn’t used- the one he touched remains folded at the end, untouched and your legs pulled away from it. He watches you for a long time, his phone buzzing with either notifications from his mobile games or those from the League. If he were to be frank, he finds it all so difficult. He’ll complete and fulfill his vision, he’ll lead his comrades into victory, But for now, he'll rest against your balcony, and watch you sleep.

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I saw speculation on this going around & I’m curious to get your thoughts on it: where do you think Geten’s story might be going in the future, & do u think it’s possible Dabi will kill him? I saw ppl talking about Dabi’s noted distaste for him & how the PLF seems more of a temporary alliance in the LoV’s mind (Compress’ noted rejection of the name in his thoughts, Dabi’s use of Skeptic against his will, etc), & w/ AFO back in the picture they theorized Dabi may get his quirk & kill Geten.

Okay, so, it took me a while to grapple with this one, and in the end, I'm going to have to break my reply up into two parts. Because you asked a very simple question, anon, and my answer to the question you actually asked is pretty simple (if characteristically rambly)! But you also provided a bunch of contextualizing information about what prompted your ask, and I have a lot to say about that contextualizing information, stuff that is only tangentially related to your actual question.

Note that some of this is going to get pretty salty, but I assume you wouldn't have brought a Known MLA Stan a question like this if you didn't want at least a bit of that. Most of the salt will be in the second part, though! This first part is pretty safe!

So, to answer the actual question: I don't have a lot of solid thoughts on where Geten's story is going, because from the looks of the way the series as a whole is going, it may well be that the MLA’s story is already done. I have previously expressed concerns about the current status of the MLA mainly because of all the speculation that Horikoshi is trying to rush to get to the ending, and if Hori’s rushing the ending, I don’t know that I’d bet on Geten coming back at all. In fact, given what I can guess about the scenario, I’d kind of rather he not.

The thing is, the MLA have always been far more relevant to the League than they have been to anyone else in the cast. They’re Tomura's victory spoils; their plot beats were established to connect to the League, not the heroes, the students, or even All For One. There’s just no personal connection there, and lacking a personal connection, all they’d do is be fodder for background fights to fill page space and give the side characters something to do.

And there’s just no drama in that! Not even any tension! We've already seen the MLA characters beaten--first by the villains, and then by the heroes. Hell, we've seen Re-Destro beaten three times!(1) Based on how the raid went, there are maybe three people in the entire MLA that present a credible threat--Hose Face, whose name we don’t even know, Re-Destro, who has a repeatedly-illustrated weak point in the form of his new legs, and Geten.

While I definitely think Geten could give any of the students save Deku a run for their money,(2) what would be the point? Who would he be slotted in to have a dramatic fight with? Geten hurt Cementoss, but he didn't kill him, and none of the students are uniquely close to Cementoss anyway. Geten has never personally offended or harmed any of the kids directly. There was a time people theorized that Shouto's end game boss would be a combination of Geten and Dabi, but with the PLF scattered, that looks less likely.

From the other side of things, Geten himself has no particular beef with the kids. If he'd been on the front lines to witness the opening moments of the battle, maybe he'd have a bone to pick with Kaminari, Kinoko, Juzo, and particularly Tokoyami, but it took Geten a bit to get to the front; he has no particular way of knowing about those four, and at the moment, he certainly has more pressing matters on his mind.

Geten's primary interest, when it comes right down to it, is Re-Destro. He talks a big game about the MLA's goals, but when the pivotal moment comes in Deika, he bails on the battle that was assigned to him to try and help RD instead. He claims that pure strength is to be valued above all else, but his loyalties don’t change when Gigantomachia bats him aside like a fly or when Shigaraki proves himself to be An Strongest. Even up to Jakku, Geten is still concerned solely with Re-Destro. With no real reason to pit RD against the kids, there’s no reason to throw Geten against them, either.

The only person Geten has an established rivalry with is, of course, Dabi, but getting the two of them even in the same vicinity again is going to require breaking the MLA leaders out of jail, which clearly isn't a priority of AFO's, and he's the one running the show right now. Would Shigaraki bother? He might, particularly if RD, Trumpet and Geten all get shipped to whatever Tartarus Lite Mr. Compress and Machia are likewise bound for. But if the story is headed to its conclusion, is Shigaraki ever going to get that option?

Is AFO the final boss? If so, it doesn't seem to leave much of an opening for the MLA to become relevant again, because, again, the MLA are all about Tomura's victory, Tomura’s ascendant arc as a villain, his status as a hero to other villains (namely RD). If Deku "saving" Shigaraki from All For One is going to magically resolve all of Tomura's issues with society as a whole, because hey, at least this kid is a good person, so his society can't be so bad after all! (GAG), that doesn't seem to leave much room to get into the myriad issues with society that all of Tomura's followers have. Frankly, the only thing the MLA has to offer Deku right now that's remotely relevant to his current goals is Re-Destro's starry-eyed explanation about why he's fallen so hard for Shigaraki, and Spinner is better suited for that role on basically every level.

So that’s all been one big if. The other alternative is the ending I'm hoping we get, in which Deku and Shigaraki join forces to put an end to AFO, only for Shigaraki to thank Deku cordially and then get right back to destroying things because, surprise surprise, Midoriya Izuku being a good person doesn't absolve Hero Society of all of its many, many sins. Then I can see there being room for the MLA to return. At that point, not only is there RD’s devotion to Shigaraki on offer, but also the MLA’s ideology of Liberation, what it is, what it offers, along with, for example, more on whatever Harima Oji’s complaints were about heroes, more on what has to change systemically to satisfy Shigaraki’s grudge. That’s a story the MLA can meaningfully contribute to, and therefore a story in which Geten and his quirk supremacist beliefs are more likely to be addressed.

However, I’m not optimistic that we’re going to get that ending, and until we find out whether Shigaraki will be satisfied with being rescued from AFO (if, indeed, he survives the process at all), or whether he and his compatriots’ societal issues will be left by the wayside, I’m not yet prepared to spend a lot of time theorizing on how the MLA’s role in it would look.

As to the specific question of Dabi killing Geten--honestly? I think that moment is past. While I said earlier that Dabi is Geten’s only established rivalry, that is frankly being more generous than their relationship actually warrants. After all, we haven’t seen them interact since Deika, and literally the only time one of them has so much as thought of the other in that period was Dabi grumbling, “That icy punk sure knows how to let loose,” after Geten’s big wall of ice attack allows Tokoyami to get away with Hawks. If their continued animosity were going to be a plot point, and especially if Dabi were going to murder him in cold blood eventually, Horikoshi should have shown us the two of them antagonizing each other as co-lieutenants of the Violet Regiment.

At this point, Dabi has made his big play, revealed his identity to the world. I think he's pretty locked into the Todoroki Drama now; he has bigger concerns than going back and winning a grudge match against Geten. Also too, given the point he's trying to prove about the strength of his/Endeavor's flames, would he even want Geten's quirk? If he were to get it, would he get the "evolved" version or just the basic one?(3) Because given the precedent set by both the mechanics of Monoma's Copy and AFO's comments about Jeanist's Fiber Master, I'd be inclined to think the latter, and Geten's ice powers are way less badass without the temperature control, especially for a dude trying to wield them in concert with flames of the temperature Dabi uses.

From a narrative standpoint, Geten has already been punished for his hubris with a personal defeat, the humbling of his leader, a loss of pride in his organization, and then a second, much more damning defeat and subsequent capture at the hands of heroes. Dabi taking his quirk and killing him at this point would just be kicking--indeed, killing--him when he’s already down. It doesn’t feel like karma; it just feels malicious.

That said, in the rather dubiously scaffolded scenario that the MLA gets free and finds their way back to the League and AFO/Shigaraki takes Geten's quirk(4) and Dabi accepts it, would Dabi then kill Geten with it?

…I mean, maybe? Do people think that Dabi is that much of a sadist? Because it would be the act of a sadist, to murder a kid who's almost certainly younger than he is and might even still be a teenager, one who has just been violently stripped of any ability to defend himself, all out of a desire for petty revenge over a months-old slight--a slight consisting of Geten parroting rhetoric he learned from the weird cult he grew up in, and which Dabi has very possibly been working with Skeptic long enough to know is maybe not all that accurate a characterization of the cult's ideals anyway!

And that brings me to Part 2. ---------------------------------------

(1) Four, if you count the clone’s destruction.

(2) Even 1-A's two remaining powerhouses don't present any more of a threat to Geten's ice than Dabi did, and Shouto will only give him more of it to work with. Their advantage over Dabi is that they can both sort of fly, which might well tip the balance--one of Geten's major advantages is his ability to manipulate ice from a considerable distance away, farther away than Dabi's flames can reach, but flying opponents deprive him of that advantage. Now, Shouto's flying is fairly unstable, so I suspect Geten is more maneuverable in the air, but his maneuverability wouldn't save him from Bakugou, the human equivalent of the anger-powered jetpack.

(3) Set aside the Doylist explanations about anyone who stole Geten's quirk getting the version the audience already knows purely out of laziness, forgetfulness, or authorial fiat.

(4) And look me dead in the eye and tell me Geten would just let Shigaraki Tomura or anything currently inhabiting his body just casually stroll up and lay hands on him without protest. Not to say I think AFOmura couldn't do it, but doing it in a "cool," dramatic way would probably involve some lightning movements we have not seen him make thus far.

[asukamood]

Happy birthday Himiko!

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Genre: Wholesome (attempt at) to angst

Fandom: Boku no hero academia

Characters: Mr. Compress, Twice, Shigaraki Tomura, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Magnet and Kurogiri.

Warning(S): Mentions of death, hints at child abuse and maybe manga spoilers too.

Summary: It’s finally Toga’s birthday (07/08) and she is determined to make this day the best one in her life and to force everyone in the League of Villains to take a group picture. Some might be unwilling to do it at first but they are secretly pleased about making the youngest member of the group happy. Little do they know…

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I don’t know who is picture’s owner but I found the picture here.

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“Come on, please! It will only take a few minutes maximum I promise!”

“It’s still a no from me Toga, I don’t see the point of doing one of these ‘photo shoots’. It won’t change society’s perspective so why should we do it?”

“But it’s my birthday today and you know I’ve always wanted to do a photo group!” The now-adult woman starts swinging her arms up and down like a child whose mother just disagreed to buy them something.

“What would we even get from doing that?” Even behind the giant hand covering his face, the venom in Tomura’s tone was obvious.

“Well-“ Toga didn’t even start explaining that the blue-haired man had already taken off his gloves and chased her around the bar.

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A few hours later, the leader of the League of Villains stood in the middle of a deserted park, facing him was Toga and Kurogiri currently busy placing the camera in the right direction.

Suddenly Dabi’s annoying voice materialized a few feet away from him.

“Look at you, the oh so scary S-rank villain, being ruled around by a crazy and childish teen.” He snickers under Shigaraki’s death glare.

Compress, who was playing with cards in a nearby spot until now turned around to look at the duo. “You know Dabi if I was you I wouldn’t tease him that much, since you also agreed to participate in this group picture thing.”

Dabi blushed a little and seemed ready to punch someone. “In my defense, she had very good arguments.”

“Sure sure we believe you, you roasted chicken man.”

“The fuck did you just say?”

These two never got along, but this had to be expected considering that Dabi insulted him in their first meeting, which seemed like so long ago already. If they were left alone a few minutes more, hell, even a second more they probably would have thrown a fist but they didn’t have the time to.

“Guys it’s ready, get in the places we’ve discussed before!” Dabi and Tomura both mumbled in annoyance and unwillingly walked over their assigned spots, walking as slow as possible and making sure everyone knew they were not happy about that. Compress just stopped playing Poker with Spinner and the both of them just normally walked to the place, chatting about anything and everything on the way.

Magne sighed, putting down her weapon as she couldn’t have it during the picture, it had been a few weeks since they started to work together and Toga already knew she would swing her weapon at someone after or during the picture just for fun. Talking about her she was now bouncing happily to her spot humming in content, Twice following close behind with his costume, no matter how much she tried to, he wouldn’t take off his mask, much to her disappointment.

But that didn’t matter, today was still a good day and as Kurogiri also posed in front of the camera, she could feel her heart thumping in her chest in excitement. This was the first time she would do something normal with her friends without feeling pressured to do it and damn did that felt amazing.

The audible backward counting of the device seemed to grow louder as time passes, it was coming to an end and she was barely able to keep herself in place. Magne looked at her with an eyebrow raised, no one was humanly this excited to take a picture, what was up with her?

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

A chorus of ‘CHEESE!’ echoed in the place as the device flashed a blinding white light on everyone’s visions, earning a few groans and these people jumped away right after the picture was taken. Toga hurried towards the camera to snatch the freshly made picture as Kurogiri shouted to be more careful with the expansive machine, she didn’t listen to him though as she was too busy examining the paper in her hands with starry eyes.

Suddenly her smile faded.

“HEY DABI WHY AREN’T YOU SMILING IN THIS?”

“I already agreed to participate in your damn picture, I am not going to smile for shit. This wasn’t part of our deal, talking about that I’m still waiting for my payment.”

“Oh whatever, I’m still going to cherish this forever!” She hugged the picture tightly with a smile, not the psychotic one, just a genuinely happy smile. The sight just made Dabi turn around, not able to look at such adorableness, Twice smiled under his mask, her happiness was contagious okay.

“Toga, if you make us do something like that ever again I swear I will disintegrate you.” Tomura hissed, starting to scratch his neck. A normal person would nod their head and run away in fear but Himiko Toga wasn’t a normal person so instead of doing that, she ran straight in Shigaraki’s arms, almost knocking him on the ground.

“Haha, thanks Tomura-kun you’re the best best friend someone could ask for!” The sudden compliment froze Shigaraki in place, no sounds came out of his mouth as he just awkwardly stood there before Toga finally released him and changed target.

“whAT THE FUCK GET OFF-“ Dabi shrieked as he got tackled hugged from behind, the cat-like girl who jumped on him giggled in amusement.

“IF YOU DON’T GET THE FUCK OFF I WILL BURN YOUR FACE OFF!” Dabi might be screaming that but he wasn’t trying to push her away, Toga noticed that and smiled brightly.

“You might be stubborn but you’re always so helpful, I’m glad that I met you!”

“Wh- I- Gh- Hh- EH-“ No coherent sentences spilled from the burnt man’s mouth.

“Are you on drugs or something?” And she was already running to Magnet by the time he had finished his sentence, also attacking her with some compliments before moving on to another person.

“I don’t know if I like her stabby phase or this genuine happy phase better, both are scary as fuck.”

“I agree with you for once.”

The rest of the day was spent with Toga just bouncing around in happiness, blushing even more than usual which everyone thought was impossible, and stabbing people left and right, but again we were talking about Himiko so this wasn’t new. It was just odd to see anyone in the League this happy, but it could only promise a good future am I right?

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Toga sat dully against the grey and cold wall of the cell, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her head on them. She never felt that empty since she was born and it was… odd. She overheard how the policemen were going to execute her the very next morning they planned to burn her against a heater, what a joke.

She was sure that when she was brought here, they have seen the scars on her back, that was probably what had inspired them with her execution. She turned into a young adult and the heroes and policemen stopped being ‘kind’, a few years ago she found out that they were a little more merciful with children, blaming it all on their parents but the second they turned 18 all the mercy was gone as fast as it appeared.

Her mind waltzed back to her execution.

The thought of going through that punishment again made her tear a sob through her throat and a tear rolled down her cheeks. If she doubted it, now she didn’t, the heroes never considered her and the other members of the League as human beings, just nuisances that they needed to get rid of in the most hurtful way.

As if on cue, the wounds on her back started to sting, making her fall down on the floor and hissed miserably from the pain in her wrists, did every blotch decided to hurt her now out of all times?

It hurt, a lot, and she couldn’t do anything about it, from the moment she was thrown into that cell she knew she wasn’t going to rest but she never thought it would be because of being kept awake by the agony, being chained to the cell’s wall didn’t help ease it. It made it worse since it hit a little too much close to home for her liking.

For some reason the heroes let her keep something in her pocket, why? She had no clue but she didn’t give a care, more like she couldn’t.

She hugged the group picture of the League, pressing it against her heart in an attempt to stop the tears and sobs from escaping her throat. She knew they couldn’t come to save her, she was going to be executed tomorrow and nothing could stop that. She didn’t care about dying or she thought so at least.

After years of searching and rooming in the streets, she had finally found her place in this world and they decided to take that away from her.

The fact that she would never be able to see them again hurt more than dying ever would.

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I have gotten the heater idea from the story called “Let’s never go home again” by MockingRed on Archive of our own.

This story is awesome and I really recommend you take a look at it if you have spare time.

If you are confused by anything or need to point out something you’re free to leave a comment.

Have an amazing day/afternoon/night.

[i-may-be-stupit]

Shigaraki x Silly!Reader

As usual, this is rather gender-neutral and the horny got me because I fukn love Shiggy 🥵😍 but yeah, enjoy!

You typed up a report of the latest incident between Endeavor and the league of Villains. Well, actually, you were just editing your boss's writing. She was a journalist and you were her assistant. You rolled your eyes, reading through it and fixing any grammar mistakes or typos you came across. Why the hell is she making Endeavor seem so god damn perfect? I mean, when you first met him, you told the guy a joke and he hasn't stopped glaring at you ever since. You rolled your eyes at just the thought of that fuck-faced jackass.

Not only were you the editor, but you were also the secretary in the news office building which is a whole different job as it is. You blew a bubble from your gum and turned your music in your earbuds up a bit more, since the day was going slow. Yeah, there'd be a scoop here and there but not a lot.

You looked up to see a guy with red eyes and a black hoodie grinning evily while saying stuff to you. You just stared at him until he finished talking. He looked at you and you looked at him. You spat your gum in a tissue then took out your earbuds. You smiled softly at the man. "I'm sorry, you said you wanted a visitors' pass?"

The man looked at you with a blank stare at first. "You didn't hear anything I just said?" You shook your head. He frowned and tilted his head in annoyance, "I was talking for like 3 minutes straight." You just blinked. "I just explained my whole reasoning for kidnapping you for information on Endeavor."

You smiled at him, "Im sorry sir, I'm just the secretary, but the information desk is on floor three, just take that elevator to the right and-"

"What the fuck, bitch?!" He opened his arms wide in anger, "Do you not recognize me from the news?!"

You put a finger on your chin and tapped it in thought for a moment, before clicking your tongue and snapping your finger, "Ah, you must be a pro hero or something!" His jaw dropped. "Wow, no wonder youre so handsome!" You took the bottle of lotion out of your desk's drawer and offered him some. "If you're going on an interview you could use some of this though!" He glared at you before snapping his fingers, and thats when you found out who he is.

The entire League of villains showed up and your eyes widened in fear. The man known as Shigaraki Tomura laughed harshly with a gleam in his eyes, "Recognize me yet, (Y/N) (L/N)?!"

You stared at him again in fear. You then snorted, "Hank the handy man?" And thats when he lunged at you, only for Shigaraki to fall into one of Kurogiri's portals. You laughed with tears in your eyes as the burnt up goth boy snickered. Kurogiri elbowed Dabi and Dabi wiped away a bloody tear in his own eye as he held your arms behind your back.

Dabi chuckled quietly in your ear a small, "You gotta teach me some insults if you live." And you snorted as you consentualy walked into a portal, not even mad at being kidnapped.

You were in what seemed to be a lounge area, seated on a chair with your arms handcuffed to the back of you. You looked around, innocently smiling, "Wowie, nice place you guys got here!" Spinner looked at Dabi confused as you started humming. "So, uh, whatcha need me for?"

Mange spoke up, "Wait, how are you so calm about this?"

You chuckled, "Hey, this chair is comfy, I'm off from work now, and I got to see a cute guy up-close and personal!"

Dabi looked at you with a straight face. "No thank you."

You rose an eyebrow at him, "Dont flatter yourself, Rat, I'm talking about the one that tried to kill me." Shigaraki walked into the room, slightly pissed off as Kurogiri rubbed his back. "There he is! The handsome one!"

Shigaraki glared at you. "Don't patronize me." You were about to speak, but he cut you off before even getting the chance, "You're working with Yuki Ino, the Journalist who's been interviewing pro heros, including Endeavor." You nodded, not understanding if that was supposed to be taken as a question or not. "Tell me everything about what's happened to All Might, why he retired, and how to end Endeavor, including the Pro-heros' plans to take down my organization."

You stared at him for a good minute before sneezing, "Sorry, what did you say? I disasociated."

Shigaraki twitched before scratching his neck violently. "What do you know about the number 1 pro hero?!"

"What?!" You looked at him in utter confusion. "I cant even remember what I had for breakfast, how the fuck do you expect me to remember anything about Enslaver?"

The red eyed male scratched his neck faster. "Endeavor."

You looked in even more confusion, "What the fuck is that?"

Shigaraki pulled you by your shirt closer to him in pure anger, "His hero name! Its Endeavor, not Enslaver!"

You blushed and fluttered your lashes, "Wow, the way your crimson gems glisten even in such dim lighting is so mesmerizing..." You puckered your lips and moved forward, but Shigaraki just let go of your shirt in utter disgust.

"I dont speak Wattpad."

You smiled at him happily, "I mean, I know that I should be scared because you're hella intimidating, but geez louis, your eyes are pretty! If you don't end up killing me can I be your boo thang?" You grinned and thats when he lunged at wwnnaqqa again, only for Kurogiri to put himself in front of you, again, so Shigaraki just fell into his portal, again.

Kurogiri just quietly mumbled out a small, "Lets take a break." Before going to the bar and throwing back a shot of some alcohol.

Later:

Shigaraki crossed his arms in front of the League with you in another room. "She was trying to seduce me like a slut to get out of death! Playing with my emotions?! Like I'm an ,idiot?! How dare she?!"

rtserrr

Dabi sat back, watching as Toga practiced her knife throwing on Twice. The burt man shrugged nonchalauntly, "She seemed legit to me."

Toga and Twice both nodded with a little, "Mhm," as Toga threw a knife at an apple on Twice's head.

Shigaraki just frowned. "Have you people seen me?" They all stopped what they were doing, looked at their boss and then put their hands up to their faces while cringing.

Kurogiri walked in, dragging you in a chair behind him. He placed you right in front of Shigaraki and you smiled awkwardly at him, "Sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, Mister Shigaraki, I just can't help myself when I see a cute guy like you, though!" You giggled and shrugged as Twice awed at the nonexistent budding romance.

Shigaraki looked at you with disgust and concern. "You seriously think that I'm cute?"

You tilted your head cutely with a small smile"That's why I asked you out, what the hell?" You chuckled softly and Shigaraki blushed with a frown as he stared at you.

He scratched at his neck, took a shot of alcohol and sighed. "Just tell me everything you know about Endavor, okay?"

You frowned deeply with a small groan, "Ugh! He's kinda a asshole! I told him "Good morning, Teletubby Sun" and he just glarred really hard at me!" You frowned and pouted before mumbling out a small, "I mean, it was just a joke..."

Shigaraki pinched the bridge of his nose in utter frustration while Dabi fucking died of laughter in the background, "Anything actually important?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Hey! That's totally important!"

A weak, hourse, "it is!" came from Dabi and you grinned.

"See, he gets it!"

He glared daggers into you and got closer to your face. "Do you not understand the danger you're in?" He snarled. "I can kill you right now if you dont submit."

You poked your lips out jokingly before giggling out, "I get it, but who's to say I don't wanna die?" You winked at him.

Shigaraki stared at you calmly, not leaving your goofy grin. "Everyone out of the room. Now." And everyone did as they were told and left, all praying for you.

Shigaraki silently cut your restraints and you started rubbing your wrists while smiling, "Thank you! You know, that was starting to hurt-"

He grabbed you by your hair and flung you onto the floor. The wind was knocked out of you and to make matters worse, he placed a foot on your chest, glarring down at you. "This isn't a game, you stupid fucking cunt." Shigaraki laughed darkly, seeing your jokester smile twist into a horrified grit as you struggled to breath. "I mean, are you dumb or something?! Your worthless life is on the line and you really couldn't care less?! "His hands covered his mouth, holding back another laugh, though you could hear it in his voice, "You're so fucking pathetic, I don't even feel like wasting my time killing you~!" He pushed his foot down harder.

You gasped for air, clawing at his foot to pry it off. "S-Shigaraki, sir-" A crack was echoed as he pushed his foot down harder on your now broken sternum. You scream out as tears fell from your face from the pain, "Please, p-please remove your f-foot..."

Shigaraki only laughed harder, cupping a hand over his cheek, ring finger raised, "Oh all of a sudden you care about your life, huh?" He straddled you, pinning you down with your wrists in one hand, and your neck in his other. "You think you can just flirt with me like the little slut you are and get off Scott free, huh?" You choked and Shigaraki drew closer to your ear, "Where's that attitude gone now, huh? Oh, can you not speak anymore? Tell me, please, how many dicks have you taken already. How the hell did you get a job," his face scrunched up in fury, "at a god damn Hero News agency without knowing shit about any heros, huh?! You probably slept with everyone there. Didnt you? Flirting with them to get what you want just like with me?"

Your face was hot and you were crying and choking at his words and actions, "N-No! That's not-" you gasped hard, unable to breath properly, "not me at all!"

Shigaraki loosened his grip on your neck. He glarred deep into your soul. "Then why the hell were you flirting with me back there? I'm not dumb, (Y/N), I'm a very fucking capable man!"

You smiled awkwardly, thankful that you could breath a little better. "I just think you're HANDsome!" Shigaraki's cheeks tinted pink as he glared at you. He let his grip go completely as you choked and coughed before looking up with a smile, "And this position... w-with you on top of me is really lewd, so can you maybe..." You trailed off as he just stared harder at you.

Shigaraki blinked, expressionless. "I'm pinning you down on the verge of killing you and the only think you can think of is getting fucked by me?" You looked away, struggling a bit with the feeling of awkwardness and arousal. He smirked, feeling your neck get hotter. "You really are a little fucking whore aren't you?" And with that, he softly kissed your lips.

Your face went hot as you looked up at him. "What was that for?" He kissed you again, this time longer. "S-shigaraki..." You pouted and looked away. "Theres something I should tell you..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head with a smirk, waiting for you to tell him that you're still a virgin.

"You shouldve taken my lotion earlier." You laughed out and he started choking you again. "Joking- J- Joking!" Shigaraki glarred down at you before tongue kissing you much more rough. You moaned as it thrashed against your tongue, saliva dripping out the side of your mouth. Shigaraki bit your lip softly before dragging his tongue down your chin and onto your neck. He licked and sucked on it as you bit your bottom lip. Tomura came back up and tongue kissed you for only a second before grabbing your shirt with all five fingers. You gasped and covered up your bra. "H-Hey! Gentlemen ask for permission first!" You frowned and he just grabbed you by your jaw.

He mocked you with a fake pouty voice, "Oh, that's my bad for not being a fucking gentleman. Can I pwease fuck you??" Tomura rolled his eyes, "Now shut the fuck up and let me suck on your nipples." Shigaraki's mouth immediately locked with your left nipple as his fingers played with your right. He laughed, hearing you softly mumble his name. His mouth left your chest with a small pop and he looked down at you with a smirk, "Dont be shy saying my name, (Y/N); I'm gonna need you to get used to screaming it anyways." And with that, he licked his lips then placed his tongue on your torso, dragging it all the way down to your work pants.

He decenigrated your pants and underwear happily. Shigaraki brought his face to your slit and took a hard lick, a finger shoving itself inside of your tight hole. You moaned loudly, confused. "Tomura, a warning next time!?" He just pumped his finger inside of you slowly as his tongue played with your privates. You moaned while holding his head down on you, your fingers twisted in his hair, as he sucked you off like a cherry. You panted heavily and he stuck another finger in you. Shigaraki then lifted his head off you.

"I'd warn you that time, but you're kind of suffocating me, so maybe, don't fucking push down so hard!" You frowned and just pushed his head back in between your thighs. He kissed and licked more, groaning whenever you'd thrust into his mouth deeper. Shigaraki chuckled at how you'd only get quiet when hes making you moan.

You shivered and groaned, coming closer and closer to your climax. Shigaraki noticed and immediately pulled off of you. He wipped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed you by the hair. "Alright, slut, you've had your fun." He pulled you towards him and you fell on the floor, right in front of his groin. Tomura sat, grinned down at you with one leg up, "You gonna just stare or are you sucking me off?"

You rolled your eyes before pulling his pants and boxers down. Oh wow, you were not expecting this... You put a hand over your mouth and blushed hard. He was only semi hard and already a good 8 inches, what the hell?? It was thin, but long, kind of like the rest of him.

Shigaraki frowned down at you, blushing hard, "What? Is something wrong with it?? I-I've never done this before, asshole, so stop making me feel bad!"

You felt a smile rise onto your lips. Is he... getting flustered? You chuckled and looked up at him, pumping slowly, "It's just intimidating." You licked the tip and gulped, feeling a bit nervous, "But, I'll try to take it all in, okay?"

You placed your lips on his tip and suck it as your hands jerked him off. He groaned, grabbing your head with 4 fingers. You gradually took more and more into your mouth, using your hands for whatever didn't fit. You bobbed your head up and down on him, speeding up. Shigaraki groaned your name.

"F-Fuck, Y/N, you really know what you're doing!" He pressed his hand on the back of your head harder, forcing more of him into you. You gagged and choked as Tomura just laughed, "God, you're taking it all in like a good little sex slave, aren't you?" You moaned at the name and shigaraki shuttered, "Mm, your moans feel so fucking good on my cock!" He breathed harder, "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to touch yourself while sucking me." You brought your hand to your slit and rubbed at it, moaning. Shigaraki groaned, "Fuck, Just like that!"

You gagged and moaned on his dick, feeling it twitch in your mouth. A lewd little 'pop' echoed in the room as you let off. Shigaraki frowned and you gave him a cheeky grin, "No sticky icky for you!" He groaned in annoyance.

"God, why are you like this?!?" He grabbed your arm and threw you roughly on the bed. Before you knew it, Shigaraki was already inside of you. Your face went hot as he fucked you doggy style.

You screamed, "A warning!!! We've been over this!!!" He responded with a slap on your ass.

Tomura rode your ass, grinding into you and groaning while doing it. "Fuck off, Y/N, you're a horny mess just like me, dumbass!" You screamed his name as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Shigaraki pulled both of your wrists back and down, making you kneel, your back pressed against his chest as he fucked into you. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." Shigaraki sloppily kissed your neck. You breathed harder as his dick hit the spot over and over. Shigaraki flipped you over onto your back. You laid underneath him as he paused. Tomura blushed harder and looked away, "I-I wanna really savor this..." he smirked, glaring in your eyes, "Plus I wanna know what you look like, full of my cum!"

You were flustered and giggling, "Its the ✨mood switch✨ for me-"

Tomura placed a hand over your mouth, "No. You just lost your speaking privileges."

Shigaraki grinded into you slowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool seeped from your lips. Shigaraki held your waist, pulling you whenever he's press himself deep inside of you. You were speechless from the pleasure. You moaned and whined as his body slowly moved with yours.

You pressed the back of your hand to your face, feeling a bit embarrassed at the change of atmosphere. It was so easy to just enjoy him fucking you silly and laughing and everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel any other emotion rather than pleasure muxed in with something new.

Shigaraki placed his forehead against yours and breathed harder, "I-I'm getting there, Y/N..." He let out a breathy moan and your legs shaked. Tomura kissed you softly as well. "A-Ah, you're almost there t-too, right?"

You nodded, feeling a knot in your stomach. You moaned and Shigaraki pulled out, cumming all over you. You moaned, climaxing too.

You were covered in cum and panting. You couldn't even find words to say. It just felt so good. Shigaraki cuddled up to you. He smiled and kissed your cheek. "I'm giving you your speaking privileges back now." You stayed silent, your face hot. It was hard for you to be serious, but God damn. Tomura looked at you a bit concerned, "You okay-"

"That was amazing."

He looked surprised before laughing hard. "Did I really leave you speechless?" You nodded, silently. Shigaraki kissed your lips, "That sucks because, even though you're annoying, I kinda like you."

Your eyes widened. He liked your jokes and stupid comments?! Your mouth became ajar. "I-I..." You just closed your mouth, staring at him.

Shigaraki placed his arm over you. He smiled, "Lets hang out tomorrow."

You smiled back.

[pa-panda-heroes]

Maybe pls headcanons for LOV discovering that female reader had a beautiful singing voice that they kept in secret out of shyness?🖤

You got it, songbird!

~🐼

LoV x female reader who has a beautiful singing voice but kept it hidden!

Tomura:

Is he shocked? A little! Does he mind? Nope! Tomura is pleasantly surprised at your newfound (to him) talent.

He loves it, he finds it comforting! Hearing you sing calms him down and helps him relax.

The fact you kept it hidden for so long out of shyness is so cute and innocent to him. For Tomura, bashfulness = cuteness.

He could sit and stare at a wall for hours as long as your voice is ringing pleasantly through his ears, if you’d let him. That might not be completely doable, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to think about it.

He’ll ask you whenever you both happen to have free time to sing to him, even if it’s for just one song or part of one. And may the universe itself help whoever interrupts your singing to him.

If you’re very close to him, he’s not above asking you to sing to him to help him sleep when he struggles. He’ll be a bit embarrassed about it, but if you’re just as flustered he’s actually relieved!

Tomura will also keep an ear out at the hideout to listen for your singing to yourself if you do, almost to the point where he borderline stalks you - accidentally!

He’ll be interested in learning to read musical notes if you know, but teaching him to sing is probably a big no.

Mr. Compress:

He’s going to have a field day!

Mr. will constantly implore you to jump in alongside him in an act, no doubt, whether for the League itself or out on the streets (in disguises) to earn extra money.

He knows you’re shy, but hey! That’s a good way to try to work through it and overpower your shyness, right? “Even if it’s just one act, y/n-san!”

Obviously, he doesn’t mean to use you as a cash monkey for the extra money and use you as a tool!

He just thinks it would just be fun, a great way to bring in extra moolah, scope out the area for possible raids, and a good comrade-bonding experience!

If you happen to sing in front of the others, or just generally sing in front of him, he’s going to hop in and sing with you! The man loves his music and he ain’t about to miss out.

I think he’d play the violin or cello, so just for funsies he’ll often offer to play alongside you, even if it’s just the two of you.

After being introduced to your talent and finding out another member of the League is musically talented, you’ll oftentimes find him traipsing through the hideout just humming away, for no particular reason.

Twice:

Not quite internally fangirling screaming. Could you be famous? He thinks you should be!

The first time he heard it, he was in awe and he couldn’t get the sound of your voice out of his head for days. Not that he was complaining! It felt like a gift from nature and was much better than hearing his own.

He’s internally wondering why the hell you would keep such a beautiful voice away from the rest of the league, though. But he still gets it. If you’re shy, you’re shy - he’s not going to force you to do anything about it.

He’ll ask you, if you’re comfortable, to hum a soothing song or whatever time you can throw at him while you’re on missions and have a spare moment.

I can see Twice calling you in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep or has nightmares, to sing him a lullaby - any lullaby from anywhere. Although, bonus points if it’s in your native language.

All that said, though, he’s going to be a little nervous asking you to sing for him. He knows you’re shy about it, so he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and rejection might be a little hard for him!

Probably wouldn’t learn to sing alongside you because he’s a smoker, but he might try to learn an instrument from you if you’re willing. Just something he can play in his free time to keep his mind off things.

The more you’ve sung to him, the more you’ll catch him thrumming his fingers against things as if to mimic the notes of the songs he’s heard from you. He doesn’t realize he does it.

Himiko:

This girl loves music, so she’s going to love that you can sing so wonderfully.

I think she can sing herself, but she’s quiet about it, possibly for the same reason. She sings for herself and no one else.

Despite that, she’ll encourage you to sing in front of the others often, almost like she’s showing you off. She’ll like hearing your voice much more than her own, after all.

If you’re close enough, she’ll plop her head in your lap, or rest her cheek against your shoulder - even if you’re standing - and ask you to sing something to her. It doesn’t matter what, she just wants to hear your voice.

Maybe don’t try to sing her to sleep. She gets too giddy and happy upon hearing your voice to be able to fall asleep! She asked you to once and it led to a two-day long spree of not sleeping at all.

Forget about trying to teach her anything musical - she’s not interested! Himiko would much rather just listen to sing or play something than learn and do it herself. She’s a little selfish that way.

If you manage to get her to cozy up to you, after some convincing she might sing with you, but certainly not for you. She’s very stubborn, so if you manage to get that far, say your thanks and try something else, or it’ll piss her off.

Himiko might pick up new songs to send your way to learn, just so that she can your voice in a variety of ways.

Dabi:

Surprised! Not in a bad way, but not in a good way, either. He just hadn’t thought of it before.

But if you offer at any time, he won’t turn you down. Never. The more he hears your voice the more he thinks of it it as a pleasant surprise, not something he’s neutral to, as he was in the beginning.

If you happen to hum or sing under your breath around him, his eyes will be glued to you, and his ears will drown out everything but the vocals coming from you. Does not give a shit if you catch him. He’ll just smirk at you and tell you to continue.

He’s not going to outright ask you to sing to him unless you’re extremely close and he’s having a really bad time. Like, “night terrors and he pulled staples in his sleep and might now be covered in his own blood” level of bad time.

If you so happen to sing to him privately or more often than the others, you can bet he’s going to brag about it to the rest of the League. Dabi’s a bragger.

And like Himiko, he’s going to want to show you off. He’ll try to get you to sing as much as he can in front of the others. For him, it means he prompted you to sing and by the wind you did it.

He’ll give you all sorts of nicknames, probably even some you hate because it’s oftentimes music terminology that he uses wrongly, just to bug you.

He won’t learn anything musical, but he’s not above mimicking playing an instrument just to tease and prod at you. The more you react, the more he’s going to do it, and the more fun he’ll have doing it.

Spinner:

He’s going to be as shy about it as you are, honestly. Your voice is so beautiful and he wants to tell you that, but he feels awkward when he tries and it just doesn’t go his way.

Like Dabi, he’s going to sit and stare at you if you sing or hum around him. If you catch him, he gets a tad flustered and apologizes for staring, because staring is kinda rude, but he has good reason to stare!

He won’t pay attention to the words you sing but rather the high, low, and prolonged or short notes that come out of you. It’s like he’s dissecting how you sing.

Spinner will think about asking you to sing something for him but only rarely will go through with it.

Most of what he asks you to sing has something to do with video games, like Devil Trigger from DMC5 or Honor For All from the first Dishonored game. Or just random soundtrack vocals he enjoys.

He will cry literal tears of joy if you sing while he plays something like Guitar Hero or Beat Saber. That’s as close to playing an instrument as you’re going to get with him.

Spinner will watch you practice a certain song quietly, clearing your throat when your voice doesn’t seem to do what you want it to, and rereading notes that seem to refuse to come out. He think it’s cute how your eyes dance along the page.

If you happen to write your own song and sing him a lyric one way and then again in another, with different notes and whatnot, and ask him what he thinks, he’s going to be so lost. Both sound so good to him - how can you make him pick?!

[palbabor-writes]

ugh. school is literally so discouraging and it’s taking sm out of me. I read on here when I’m not studying, so do you think I could have a oneshot of tomura being the readers support system when she doesn’t score well on a test she studied hard for and she’s being really hard on herself and feels kinda momentarily hopeless?? Not cause that’s how I’m feeling rn or anything, just a completely random request that has absolutely nothing to do with my current situation 😅 (no but rlly send help pls)

My dear, dear anon. I am so sorry school is making you stressed. At the end of the day, take a deep breath, drink some water and remember to eat a good meal, at least once a day. You’ve got this. It may not feel like it when you’re in the weeds and you can’t see anything but a massive to-do list, but you’re almost there & it will be so, so worth it. Bush off that test and try, try again.

And, even if you feel like they may not care, reach out to your professors. At the least, it gives you a paper trail, that way, if you feel like you’re being smothered under too much work, they have to justify that to the university, and at the most, they might grant you a reprieve.

ANYWAY. Of course I can get you a one-shot! Best of luck & keep your chin up!

warnings: none. just a nice Tomura who wants you do do your best

You don’t want to talk about it, thank you very much.

Toga has come and gone, Twice, on the other hand, has kept pushing, but you’re ignoring him, and Spinner, bless him, grabbed you some take out and pressed it into your cold hands, saying you need to eat.

You haven’t even told them that you failed the exam. 

They just know you’re quiet, and you’re never quiet. No, usually you’re the glue that keeps the ragtag bunch of them together, the one that is pushing them to talk, to get along, to take care of themselves. You’re touched, really. It’s always nice to see that care, that you’ve insisted upon and rained down on them, passed forward and tonight is no exception.

But, you are dreading seeing him.

Tomura, unlike the others, will know, the moment he sees you, that you’re frustrated with yourself, disappointed in yourself, defeated and shattered. He’ll likely give you a stern look and tell you to wait for him in his room, or he’ll drag you up there himself, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and tugging, lifting and pressing, until you’re away from the others and free for his unvarnished attentions.

No, he’ll know before the words even leave your lips. And you both adore and hate that about him. Sometimes it’s nice to have a little bit of mystery, you know?

So, you eat your procured dinner and meander to his dark bedroom, closing the door behind you and curling up in his crumpled sheets, waiting.

He comes in, a few hours later, his eyes bright in the low gloom, searching for you. He studies your hunched form and lets out a low sigh, dragging off his dark shirt and kicking off his red shoes. Seconds later, he’s nestling beside you, fingers carefully balled as he yanks you against him, resting his chin over your bowed head.

“What happened?” he asks, as if he hasn’t already guessed.

You’re quiet, letting his question hover, a heavy weight that threatens to squash you under its implications, its chilling reality. Tomura waits for your answer, his breathing steady and deep, stirring some strands of your hair, tickling them against your forehead. While he’ll give you his patience, you know he won’t let you wiggle free of his queries. No, he’ll worm it out of you, one way or another.

“I failed,” you finally sigh, ducking your head, your lips trailing along his upper arms, forming the words against his skin.

Tomura intakes a long inhale, tucking you closer as he considers his response.

“Is it your last opportunity?” his asks, his voice low, rasping with that gentle lull that he holds in reserve, a tone that you know is yours, and yours alone.  

“Not…not really…I can try again. But, it was twenty percent of my grade. It means...no matter what I do, I’m locked into a lower grade. It means it will take me longer, it means I might need to drop it…to…to retake…ugh...I don’t want to do this again. How can I even face…it’s money, Tomura…it’s time…and I failed…”

“You didn’t fail,” Tomura reminds you, lacing his legs with yours, wrapping himself closer, his solid weight a distant comfort.

“I did—“

“You just said it’s twenty percent. That’s not failing.”

“That doesn’t...It’s not the score I wanted,” you huff, squirming from his tightening grip, not wanting to hear his pity. You failed. He’s just being nice and it’s not right. This means you’ll be set back…again. It’s annoying and if it’s annoying to you, it’s bound to be worse for him. God, this is the second time you’ve had something like this happen. He shouldn’t humor you, he shouldn’t…

“Try again. You can always try again,” Tomura reassures you, slotting you against his lean chest, stilling your disgruntled shifts with a firm nip to your neck.

You unconsciously lean into his sharp caress, trailing your fingers along his upper arms, enjoying the tiny tremor he shakes against your palms. He’s still being too nice. 

This isn’t like him.

Not that he’s not nice to you. Oh, he’s very, very nice. Just the thought of that rough touch, that desperate gasping he can urge from you makes you melt, your back losing a piece of that tension.

But, it’s not like him to not be frank.

He’s not one to butter you up, to lie, to paint the rosy colors over the picture. No. This isn’t like him.

“Don’t tell me what I want to hear,” you scold, yanking your neck from his lips, ignoring the grunt he gives you.

His fingers curl around your jaw, the four digits dipping into your soft neck, pulling you back.

“Tch,” he grumbles, tucking his other arm to your waist and digging your plush softness to his trim hips. “Don’t be so fucking defeatist, (Y/N).”

“I’m not!” you cry out, flinging his arms away and propping yourself above him, glaring down at his vermillion eyes. “I fucked up and there’s no way to fix it. I’m not going to get the grade I want and it could put me back a year, maybe more. Do you really want to deal with this for another year? Do you…hey! Tomura, don’t—“

His fingers have dipped into your hair and he’s urging you to his lips, the rough skin gliding over yours, silencing your distraught declarations. He’s soft, so soft that you can’t help but collapse against him and he growls at the weighty press. Finally, once he’s sure you’re distracted enough to reason with, he leans your head back, those red orbs searching for yours.

“Now you know, right? You know what you need to work on. Now, you won’t make the same mistakes. Not saying it’s not gonna be hard, but if anyone can do it, you can (Y/N).”

[sleepybutwriting]

Troublesome - Part 4 | Dabi x Reader

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Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Test of courage goes wrong when villains appear, but you can only put up so much of a fight before you get taken.

Notes: Here is…  Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4  |

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“Hello. This is Pizza-La, Camino store.”

Silence. Not even a breath was released as every single person in the room just stared at the door. It all happened faster than you could comprehend. The only sound you heard was Dabi mumbling a quiet “Shit.” under his breath before yanking you around using his body to shield you as bits of rock came flying out all around when All Might bust down the wall you were standing in front of.

Dabi lowered you to the floor as all the villains jumped into action. But it was no use, the heroes were quicker. Arbor didn’t waste any time trapping all the villains in his Lacquered Chain Prison, Grand Torino quickly knocked Dabi unconscious the second he saw him flaring up, and All Might walked over to you as you sat on the floor, and broke away the last of your chains finally freeing. He gave you his signature grin and a thumbs up before shouting, “You can’t run anymore. League Of Villains. Why? Because WE are here.”

A few stray tears escaped from your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away before anyone could see. You were just so happy. You were safe at last. All Might and everyone else were true heroes. And the fact that the League couldn’t see that just proved how blind they were.

“I’m sure you were scared, Young Y/N and Young Bakugo, but you did a good job bearing it. I’m sorry, but everything is fine now.” All Might praised. You know he meant well, but the phrase only made you want to cry more. You had been so scared, and judging by the teary-eyed Bakugo, you knew he was scared too.

“I-I wasn’t scared! Not even close, dammit!” Bakugo shouted. All might just gave him a thumbs up in response. Gleaming with pride. But it was you who was proud. You were proud to have such a selfless man to call your teacher. And without a doubt, at this moment, he was your hero.

“Thank you, Sensei.” You grinned at him with slight tears in the brim of your eyes.

“Hey! Quit crying, you idiot. Heroes don’t cry!” Bakugo yelled over at you. He was one to talk. But you refused to call him out on his watery eyes from earlier, you just wiped yours and denied that they had ever existed.

“You are still green, Shigaraki!” All Might stated, interrupting you and Bakugo’s bickering. “League of Villains, you underestimated everything too much. The soul of a young man, the strength of a young woman, the diligent investigations of the police, and...our anger. This is the end. Tomura Shigaraki.”

“The end you say?” He questioned. “Don’t be ridiculous. This is just the beginning.”

After his statement. Black portals began appearing from everywhere releasing Nomu’s all over the confined space. You didn’t even get a chance to get scared before the same black portal enveloped you and Bakugo. Right before you were absorbed you saw All Might try to run to you, but it was too late.

When the black mist disappeared you and Bakugo were left hunched over coughing and spitting up in front of some scary-looking guy in a suit. “I’m sorry Bakugo and Y/N.” His voice sent shivers down your spine. He practically radiated evil intentions. As soon as you saw him you knew this was the true leader of the League of Villains. The mastermind behind Tomura.

When Tomura called him ‘Sensei’ it only confirmed your suspicions. If only you could see his eyes. If you just made eye contact for a split second he would be under your control, but his mask made it impossible. Not to mention you had no idea what his quirk even was. But if he was their leader, you knew it wasn’t good.

So then, you’d have to make eye contact with anyone else you could. You moved your hands behind your back to make it seem like they were still cuffed, although you doubted they would be paying much attention anyway because of all that had just gone down. They were distracted, their guard was up, but not towards you. It was towards the villain in front of them, as well as the likelihood, that a real hero could show up at any second. So now was your chance.

If you looked them in the eyes they would be under your power of illusion for an hour, but the more people you do it on, the more lightheaded you become. So you would have to make the most of it. You quickly began looking around, making brief eye contact with as many of them as you could. They didn’t realize it yet, but they were already under your control. You had made eye contact with Magne, Compress, Spinner, and Toga. Fearing anymore than that would make you pass out. Since you were already getting a headache. You only looked at them for half a second each, you doubt they even realized it, but they would. When you escaped.

When All Might arrived to rescue you, it was just the distraction you needed. But you weren’t the only one who realized this. Little did you know, a few of your nosy classmates were all thinking the same thing, and coming up with a plan for your escape as well.

Midoriya, who had composed himself enough to no longer be paralyzed by his fear of the villain, started telling the others his plan, knowing that he couldn’t waste a second, or it would be too late. As soon as everyone was filled in they all jumped into action. Seeing Iida, Midoriya, and Kirishima had confused you to the point where you lost concentration for a second. Not expecting to see any of them. But you were glad they were there. The second you heard Kirishima call at to you and Bakugo you sprang into action. Bakugo quickly held his back to you, a silent signal for you to jump on.

It was now or never. You activated your quirk. Making those who were under your control see the ones who weren’t as heroes. As they all began to fight each other, not realizing that it was all a trick, you latched onto Bakugo’s back as he launched both of you into the air, grabbing Kirishima’s hand as you escaped.

You were finally free.

It wasn’t long after when you found out the truth about All Might, you were filled with a sense of pride. No matter what he was going through physically, he still always did so much. He went after you and Bakugo and did everything he could to save you, even though he was struggling to keep it together. Without realizing it he had encouraged your desire not only to be a hero but a desire to be a better person. Now, you were going to work even harder, so if the league attacked again. You would be prepared.

~

“What happened to them?” Dabi questioned, the second he had woken up.

“Ahh, the prince has awoken. I wish he had died.” Twice commented.

Dabi just ignored him, repeating his question. “What happened? Did we get them?”

“Those ‘heroes’ happened.” Tomura seethed from a corner in the abandoned building they had all managed to escape to. “They cheated! They took both of them, and father, too. We need to make them pay.”

Dabi didn’t give a damn about Tomura’s father. He was pissed that you were gone. You didn’t even get a chance to truly hear them out, but that didn’t matter. You chose the Heroes.

You chose wrong. But maybe… it wasn’t too late.

[rainywritingsx]

Oof, the league villains kiddnap Endeavors side-kick, wanting to use her as bait, but she insists that it wont work. Of course, they dont believe her until a few days pass, no one has tried to look for her, media coverage is very small, and its as if no one really gives a shit and she just says "I told you, no ones coming. Do you really think Endeavor would let himself be embarrased like this?"

Gosh I love this idea so much! It’s so creative and cool!! You didn’t specify any league members/how you wanted it to end so I came up with something myself, I hope that’s okay! If anyone has any feedback for me, feel free to let me know! ^^

Oh and quick reminder: requests are closed right now!!

Words: 1390

Warnings: uhm, talking about killing? Nothing too specific. Btw I applied the Dabi is Touya theory here :D

tick. tock. tick. tock.

It felt endless.

At this point Y/n was able to ignore the pairs of eyes that were fixated on them. They let out a sigh before a soft chuckle escaped their mouth. They gazed at the leader whose plan it was to kidnap them, and with a smirk they spoke.

"Well, I told you, didn't I? Of course they wouldn't look for me. No media coverage, no search team, no missing posters. Do you really think the Endeavor would let anyone know that one of his sidekicks was missing." They laughed emotionlessly and shook their head. It was unbelievable. Y/n used to look up to the hero, thinking he was so cool for still doing his best despite the fact that All Might was obviously the number one hero.

In reality, he was a man who just wanted fame and glory, no matter the costs. And they only realised this after working with him and being kidnapped. He really didn't give a damn about his sidekicks at all.

"It's too embarrassing for him to talk about. He'd rather want me dead than to let anyone look for me." They continued. What they didn't notice was a certain black-haired guy tensing up. Dabi's hands were clenched into fists underneath the table he was sitting at, but his face didn't give away amy emotion.

On the inside however, he was fuming. He knew the man was a bastard, of course he did, but not even putting effort in looking for the people that work for him? Without them he'd be absolutely nothing.

This was just more fuel to the fire inside of him that was filled with hate to the hero, and to wannabe heroes in general.

"Oh! Can we keep them, Shiggy?" Toga smiled sickly as she grabbed her knife. "I bet they would even better bleeding on the ground!" Shigaraki grumbled in annoyance as he stared at his drink.

"Well, we definitely can't let them go after they've been at our hideout for days." Dabi sighed. Y/n chuckled.

"I see at least one of you here has a brain." Dabi couldn't help but smirk at their words.

"He's right! Hey, I'm here too!" Twice said, to which y/n rolled their eyes.

"Drop the attitude, brat." Shigaraki snapped at the hero, who just looked at him.

"Just tell me what you'll do with me. Being tied to a chair isn't exactly the most comfortable way to sit for days." Y/n said, completely unfazed at the villain's annoyed tone. They just wanted to leave, or at least not be stuck to this chair anymore.

But they were also aware that these villains couldn't just let them go, that'd be suicide. That was if y/n would tell anyone, and since they didn't know the hero well they didn't want to risk it at all.

"They're useless. Let's keep them!" Twice said, to which y/n almost laughed. His split personality was amusing to watch at times since there was nothing else they could be doing.

The room was silent. Nobody spoke, and it seemed Shigaraki was in deep thought. What could he do with them? Really, he could just make them into a pile of dust since they were completely useless..

"Tomura-kun, if you want them dead let me do it at least!" Toga, who knew exactly what her leader was thinking, pouted. Y/n slightly cringed at the thought, but then again they were sure that however they’d kill them wouldn't be pleasant.

"Nope, psycho." Dabi said as he finally got up and took some steps towards y/n, whose eyes slightly widened at the sudden action. His steps were slow, and his gaze was piercing through their soul.

"I'll do it. Just not here, don't want the hideout to be ruined do ya?" He spoke lowly as he looked at Shigaraki, who narrowed his eyes at him.

"And why should I let you do it?" Shigaraki asked.

"Psycho girl is going to make a mess of it here and our little hero might escape, they can try to escape from you so they wouldn't completely turn into dust, Spinner isn't here right now and Twice..." he didn't even finish the sentence because he was pretty sure it was obvious.

"So, crusty face, I'll just take this little brat here so we can continue our next mission instead of wasting any more of our time." He said as he grabbed their arm while undoing the knots in the rope. Y/n sighed, not feeling the urge to fight back. No one looked for them, they had no idea where they even were and even if they escaped, the league of villains would definitely look for them. This was probably their only way out.

When he was sure Shigaraki was okay with it, he was still his boss and didn’t want a fight, Dabi roughly pulled up the girl and took her with him. When they were out of the villains’ sight however, his grip quickly loosened, which confused y/n. What was he even doing?

Dabi sighed internally. Were they really an idiot?

Y/n continued following the villain, wondering where he would finally stop. Would he do it out of nowhere? Or would he give them time to prepare themselves? They were so deep in though that they didn't realise Dabi had stopped walking, so they bumped into him before muttering what sounded like an apology.

"Go." Y/n frowned. What did he mean?

"What?"

"I said, go." Dabi spoke monotonously. Y/n shook their head in disbelief. Was he serious?

"A-are you serious? I thought you were going to kill me?" They asked, very confused by the man's change of plans. Or was this his plan all along?

Dabi sighed and put his hands in his pockets.

"Look, lets just say that Endeavor and I... know each other. I know what that man is like so I know how you feel.  You're not a stupid fake like him, but you actually are a true hero, as stain would say too probably." This still confused y/n. He didn't even know them, why did he have sympathy for them?

"I don't owe you an explanation anyway. Just go, little hero. But if I hear you tell anyone about this, I won't hesitate to burn you to ashes." Y/n slightly gulped at the harsh tone but nodded. Dabi chuckled softly at the hero's terrified face before nudging his head to the left.

"If you continue walking down that street long enough, you'll end up seeing some signs that show where Endeavor's agency is." Y/n couldn't help but pout slightly at his words. At this point, they didn't want to work for him anymore.

"A little bird told me that Hawks' agency is in need of some new people. You could always go there." Y/n couldn't help but smile at this. He was being nice to them? Wow. They were about to thank him when Dabi stopped them.

"Don't even thank me. We kidnapped you, I set you free. We're even now." Y/n nodded. They felt weird. They didn't want to leave... it wasn't that they had feelings for Dabi, it was just weird that someone was finally being decent to them after all these days.

"Just try to stay lowkey, or add a mask or something to your costume. The league will think you're dead so showing your face isn't a smart move." Just why was this guy helping them? They were confused but grateful at the same time.

"I will."

"Well, good luck little hero. Maybe we'll cross paths again. Can't wait to fight you and see what you can do." He smirked before walking back inside. Y/n smiled and started walking off. Though the league hadn't tortured them, sitting for days and then suddenly having to use their legs was weird, so running was quite hard.

Dabi was a very... interesting guy. They wondered what his and Endeavor's connection was. Part of them wanted to know more, but Endeavor would never open up about his private life and it was clear y/n didn't mean much to him.

It was all okay now though. They were going to start fresh somewhere else.

[i-need-entertainment]

Join Me: Shigaraki

You woke up chained to a chair, you groggily opened your eyes and looked around, seeing a dim, old bar filled with villains which you recognized to be from the League Of Villains. You looked to the left to be met with your feisty student, Katsuki Bakugo. “Bakugo, are you okay!?” You tried to call out to your student, but were quickly cut off by a deep gravely voice. 

“Quiet, don’t speak unless spoken to hero.” You looked in front of you to see none other than Dabi glaring at you, his face nonetheless seeming bored. “Now now Dabi, is that how we treat new members?” The raspy amused voice of their leader, Tomura Shigaraki announced his presence in the room, him being seated at the bar, facing the two chained up in chairs. “That’s how you treated me-“ Shigaraki shut Dabi up with a ‘shut up’. Shigaraki waved off the burnt man and walked over to the two who were chained up. “Excuse the rudeness of my colleague.” You did your best to regain your composure in front of the fearsome villain. You had never been this close to him before. Whereas the students and your co-worker Aizawa were introduced to him earlier on in the year, you were only brought in to assist the class after the USJ incident, so you had never been so close to the young villain before. You did your best to remain stoic and confident, but that face was quickly dropping. Not only were you young and inexperienced, but you also oddly enough found the young villain…attractive…? Not just in physical appearances either. But, him. How he could walk into a room and instantly take control, How he was so mysterious and strong, and having a ‘villainous’ quirk yourself, you could understand being outcasted by society. All of your life since you had gotten your quirk you had been told ‘Are you sure you want to be a hero? Wouldn’t you make a better villain instead?’ you normally laughed it off and told people you really did want to be a hero, but now you weren’t so sure. You’re sure they didn’t mean it, but even your own co-workers kept their distance from you, and a couple of weeks ago you overheard some of them gossiping about you…You even had to fight unbelievably hard to even GET the internship you had at UA, all because of a ‘bad guy’ quirk you used for good! You were a good hero! You saved people! Yet, here you were being gossiped about and outcasted all because you ‘could’ have been a villain. You wanted to do good! At least, you thought you did. But now? Being in a room full of them? You honestly weren’t sure. Looking around, you didn’t see the evil that people were always talking about, you just saw broken people who had no where else to go. People like you…Maybe you were better off here after all. “Moving on from that, I have a... proposition to make.” You listened while your student scoffed, clearly annoyed of being in the situation. “Join me. Join the League Of Villains.” You felt your heart stop at his offer…they…wanted you? To join…them? “Tch as if! I’m gonna be a hero dang it AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME! WE’LL NEV-“ “I’ll join you.” Bakugo looked over at you, surprise gracing his features. “Just, please let him go, he’s not made for this life, I am.” Shigaraki thought this over. He really wanted BOTH of you to join, especially the hassle it took to get you both here. But he couldn’t deny his excitement at having you willingly join, not like he was gonna let you leave anyways. You see, over the past few months ever since you joined the UA staff, Shigaraki had developed a *little* crush on you. When he first saw you, he at first just thought you were beautiful, but after seeing how you were outcasted just because of your quirk when you had done nothing wrong, he couldn’t help but feel…sorry for you. Yes, he was a villain. And yes, he had killed a *few* people, but he had feelings. And having been in a similar situation his whole life, all he wanted was to give you the life you deserved, the life he knew he could give you. The freedom and power that came with being a villain. He thought it over, it would suck losing Bakugo, but if it meant having you, and having you go willingly, he might just make an exception. “Okay then (Hero name), welcome to the League Of Villains. You do understand, there is no turning back, right?” You nodded, giving him one of your signature smiles, making him thank the fact he had father on his face to hide his blush. “I do, and I have no intention of turning back. But, please let him go.” She motioned with her head over to Bakugo, “I know he’s…spirited…but he really doesn’t belong here. And I don’t think you’d want him anyways.” Bakugo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His teacher, his sweet, compassionate teacher was willingly becoming a villain!? “Wait a da-“ “Bakugo.” You said in a warning tone, letting him know this was no time to argue. “Let me do this. This is my choice, not yours. We both know I’m better off here. Please tell the other students I’m sorry and good bye. I hopefully won’t be seeing them again.” You gave the boy a soft smile, and he was fighting back tears. You didn’t deserve this. Even though he had been a spoiled brat to you (and he knew it) you had never been anything short of kind to him, you even taught him a few things. “Sir? Is this acceptable to you?” Kurogiri asked his boss, looking at Shigaraki wondering what his answer would be. He really wanted Shigaraki to take the deal. 1. He knew about his crush, and being the mother of the League wanted him to het his happy ending, 2. He never wanted Bakugo to join, for starters he’s way too loud and would be yet another child that would be his responsibility, and him and Compress could only raise so many of them. *I do not ship them, but in my HC’s I said I feel like these two are the ‘moms’ of the league, so yeah. I don’t ship them WHATSOEVER but I had to include this* “Okay then, I accept. Kurogiri” He looked over to the mist covered man, “Drop him off with the heroes I guess, and be quick. We don’t want them finding us.” Kurogiri replied with a ‘Very well’ and unchained the young student, warping him to the conference room where the heroes were planning to rescue him, speedily warping away of course.

*At the conference room and prepare for some sadness*

Bakugo stood up after being dropped on the floor dang mist couldn’t even drop me right. He looked to his left to see his teacher, Mr. Aizawa, and he immediately remembered the events that had just happened. He remembered the sad look in his teachers eyes (by teacher I mean Y/n) when she had just been told she should have been a villain, the tears she held back when she was scolded for making a mistake. Why was she treated like that…treated so poorly? She never did anything. All she ever wanted to be was a hero. That’s all she ever wanted…His teacher reached over to him, shaking his shoulder a bit, Bakugo shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he glared at his homeroom teacher. “Bakugo, what happened to Y/n? Wasn’t she taken with you?” Bakugo scoffed and looked him in the eyes, dark crimson eyes ever so slightly brimmed with tears. “You should know. You’re part of the reason she’s not here any more.” The whole room looked in shock at Bakugo. “Bakugo, what do you mean” “I mean she’s a villain now! They offered it to both of us, and she accepted, SHE’S THE REASON I WAS SET FREE.” The whole room went silent. They had all known they might not have been as friendly to Y/n as they could have been, but surely she wouldn’t actually go and become a villain. Would she..? “Oh don’t act all surprised! You should have seen it coming with the way you all treated her. Pushed her to the side like she was nothing!” Beyond his own control, tears began to fall down his face making the unstable teenager’s emotions run even more wild. “Where is she? We have to go get her, -“ Bakugo cut his teacher off with a dark chuckle, “Don’t you get it? She’s not coming back. She’s joined them for good,   she’s not coming back. And you all have yourselves to thank for that.” The room remained silent, no one daring to speak a word. (So you know, the fight with all for one and all might still happened because *cough cough* my convenience *cough cough*)

*Back to base*

Shigaraki let Y/n out of the restraints and introduced her to the other members. “You already know me and Kurogiri, so now, you need to know the others. The burnt looking one is Dabi,” He pointed towards Dabi who nodded once in your direction, “But he’s a jerk so I’d recommend staying away from him” Dabi only nodded in agreement and went to the bar, getting a drink from Kurogiri. “The crazy looking one over there is Toga, try not to be alone in a room with her though, she’s prone to stabbing people who let their guard down.” Said girl giggled and bounced over to the two, “Hi! I’m Himiko Toga! But you can call me Toga. We’re going to be best friends I just know it!~” You smiled at her and giggled, nodding your head at the younger girl, who really wasn’t much younger than you. “That fellow over there is twice, don’t take much of what he says to heart.” You looked at him questionably until the man himself walked over and introduced himself, “Hey there pretty lady! It’s super nice to meet you!” You smiled at him, not understanding what Tomura had sai- “No it isn’t.” Ohhh okay. “And the magician and lizard looking guys are Mr. Compress and Spinner. And Magne is over there too.” You got a wave from Magne, a bow from Mr. Compress and a curt nod from Spinner. You smiled and waved to all of them. “Sorry to interrupt sir, but I’m sure Ms. L/n is tired, perhaps you would like to show her to her room?” Kurogiri looked at the young leader, smirking, and even though he couldn’t see it, Shigaraki knew it was there. Shigaraki sent a glare to the warp man before nodding and turning to Y/n, “Follow me, I’ll show you around, and then I’ll take you to your room.” You nodded and followed him. He showed you the base, before you two made your way to your room. “Here we are, Toga should have left you some clothes to sleep in, tomorrow we’ll get you some new ones.” Y/n looked at the young leader and smiled. “Thank you.” Tomura raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “For what?” “For taking me in…I’ve never really…belonged anywhere, but I already feel like I belong here, so thank you.” She smiled at him again, and he looked away, hand coming up to rub his neck. “Its nothing…um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.” “Night.” She smiled once again and went into her room, closing the door behind her. Shigaraki was lost in his own thoughts as he walked back to the bar. ‘night’? What an idiot…she probably thinks we’re stupid now…dang it..why do I have to be so bad at anything social?!He walked into the bar, sitting in the stool next to Dabi and asked Kurogiri for a drink. “So Handyman, how was your little date?” Dabi teased him. “Shut up ashtray, and it wasn’t a date. I was just doing what any decent leader would do. Not like you’d know anything about that.” Dabi feigned hurt and let out an ‘ouch’ and before Shigaraki could stop it, Toga came running over. “Date!?! You never told me anything about a date!!” Shigaraki shook the teenager off and glared at the smirking Dabi. “Now, now Toga. Shigaraki and Y/n are not dating, lets not jump to conclusions.” Toga whined. “Thank you Kurogiri.” Shigaraki said, sighing at someone who understood- “At least not yet.” Shigaraki could feel his cheeks heat up as he sent a glare to him. “Buuuut you totally should!! *GASP* You two will be my new favorite ship!! Behind Ryushot of course, and me and Dabi.” Dabi flicked her forehead with a ‘don’t even think about it’ and she whined even more. Shigaraki let his forehead fall to the bar, ordering another drink from Kurogiri. “Won’t all of you shut up? She and I aren’t dating, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like me like that anyways.” All three of them just rolled their eyes. Dabi went off to his room to sleep, and Kurogiri sent Toga to her room since it was past her bedtime. Leaving the young boss and his closest friend/caretaker. “Give it time Shigaraki. I think you’ll find she feels differently then what you may have originally believed.” Shigaraki only made a ‘Hm’ noise before getting up, finishing his drink and heading off to his room. “Thanks…for the advice and stuff.” Shigaraki said, making Kurogiri happily smile and nod his head. Shigaraki then went to his own room and flopped onto his bed, falling asleep fairly quickly. He woke up the next morning, stretched and got dressed, walking over to your room to wake you up so the two of you could go shopping. He knocked on your door and he heard a quiet ‘coming’ before he heard footsteps and the door opening. You yawned before rubbing your eyes and finally waking up enough to see you was at your door. After you saw it was Shigaraki you shot awake. “Good morning! Can I help you?” You had noticed his cheeks seemed a little red, and he was looking away. You were really confused for a second. “Just get dressed. We’re going to the mall to get you some new clothes remember?” You made a ‘Ohhh’ sound before nodding. “Okay, just give me five minutes.” He nodded and turned around, walking towards the bar area. You stood there confused for a second before you shut you door, grabbed the outfit Toga had left for you before walking into the bathroom. As soon as you went to get dressed you realized why he might have gone red in the face…

*Flashback to last night*

‘Goodnight’? How dumb are you! He probably thinks we’re really weird now…good going Y/n...Y/n walked over to her bed to change into the outfit Toga had left her…only to realize it wasn’t an ‘outfit’ at all. All that was there was a black oversized t-shirt that definitely didn’t belong to her. She shrugged and put it on, and since she had been in her hero costume, she didn’t have any shorts or anything to wear with it, but it didn’t matter. It’s not like anyone would be seeing her anyways.

*End of Flashback*

So that’s why his face was red…oops. Taking another look at the t-shirt you realized who’s t-shirt it might have been. Making your own face become hot at the thought of it. You did your best to ignore your heated face and the obvious butterflies in her stomach and put on the outfit Toga had gotten for her. A cropped black hoodie with white decals and mid rise black ripped skinny jeans, along with black and white vans and a white baseball cap to hide her hair. You exited the bathroom and room and met Shigaraki in the hallway, who was just wearing the usual black jeans with a black hoodie, and red shoes. But, no father. Which you were thankful for since you got to see his face. You two quickly ate breakfast, and left the hideout, making your way to the mall. The walk was fairly silent, until he broke the tense atmosphere. “Why did you say yes?” He had been wondering this since yesterday. Y/n sighed, looking up to the blue sky in thought, before directing her attention back to the young man. “I guess…I just needed a place to fit in…a place to be myself. I’ve never really ever…fit in anywhere. And because of my quirk, people always assumed I was a villain, even though I tried so hard to be a hero.” She looked away and sadly looked at the ground. “So when you made the offer, I realized being a villain was what I was meant to be all along.  It was where I was meant to be.” She looked up to him and offered a small smile, to which he returned a small one of his own. “I honestly didn’t think you would accept it. I thought you’d say no, ‘I’ll never join’ and all that crap.” It was his turn to look away, “But, I’m glad you joined…” Y/n felt the familiar heat in her cheeks return as she sheepishly looked away. The rest of the walk was filled with nice chit-chat as the two got to know each other better. Soon after they got to the mall and started getting all of the essentials. After they were done, they returned to the base, shopping bags in hand and it being extremely late. Over the course of the 9 hours or so they had spent together, the two had naturally been drawn to the other, being able to have smooth conversations and exchanging stories between the two. “Why would you do that?!” Y/n asked as she broke out into yet another fit of laughter. “He broke my game, so I put bleach in his shampoo, and pink hair dye in his conditioner. I really don’t see what’s so bad about his punishment. I had to go a week without playing my game.” “Wait- wait. He broke your game.” Shigaraki nodded. “On accident.” “Yet to be proven, but its unlikely” “So you tricked him into P E R M A M E N T L Y dying his hair pink!?” He pretended to be offended, but that was to hide the smile that was making its way to the surface, having heard her laugh for the first time today and learning more about the girl, he couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with her, and she was falling just as fast. “I really don’t see what you find so wrong with it, Y/n. Besides, he just dyed his hair back. He dyes his hair black anyways.” Y/n made a hum noise in agreement. “I thought he might have.” Shigaraki shrugged, “Not like I can judge, I wear a hand on my face.” Y/n giggled, making him smile. “Yeah, but I think you look cool.” Y/n gave him a cheeky smile. “The only not-cool part is that I can’t see your face.” He scoffed, “Yeah right. You do see me. Right?” Y/n stopped walking and looked him in the eye. “Yup.” She started walking, but paused to turn her head and look him in the eye once again. “Besides, I happen to think you’re really cute. Hand, or no hand.” She turned her head once again and started walking, leaving an utterly baffled Shigaraki. He quickly shook his head and speed walked to catch up to her. “Thank you…no one’s ever…said that to me before…” Y/n looked at him concerned. “Really?” He just nodded before shrugging his shoulders. “Usually they say I’m the opposite of what you called me.” Y/n only shook her head. “Well, don’t listen to them. Anyone who would say that to another human being is just insecure and stupid. Not to mention they’re very wrong.” They only walked another block or so before they were back at the base. Shigaraki and Y/n entered the bar, ignoring the expecting gazes of their comrades before making their way to Y/n’s room, where he set the bags down and walked out of her door, he was about to exit when he suddenly got a hit by a huge wave of courage. “Hey Y/n?” She turned from what she was doing and looked at him, slightly tilting her head to the side. “What is it?” “Would you like to…go on a date with me…sometime?” Y/n’s face lit up and she smiled widely before happily nodding her head. “Yes! I-I mean, I’d love to, Tomura.” He smiled, also breathing out a sigh of relief. “Great, does this Friday work? At like, I don’t know, 5 or something?” “Sounds good to me~” “Alright, uh, night, I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” Y/n quickly made her way over to Tomura, gave him a small kiss on the cheek and, “I’ll see you tomorrow Tomura, goodnight.” His face went red before smiling, nodding his head and leaving Y/n’s room, walking to the bar to be met with an expecting Kurogiri, Toga and Dabi. He sat down, ordered his usual and took a sip, ignoring the questioning gazes of his comrades. “So…?” Asked Toga. “So..? What?” She groaned “So what with you and Y/n!?!” His fac went ever so slightly red. “We talked, got stuff and left. Not much else happened.” He finished off his drink, handing the drink to Kurogiri, who was also hoping SOMETHING good had come out of it. He walked to the door, “So you’re tellin me, you spent all day with the girl and absolutely NOTHING happened between you two?” Dabi asked. Shigaraki got to the door, opened it and stopped. Turning around to face the three. “Well, I have a date on Friday. Goodnight.” Before he could endure Toga’s squealing, he shut the door and made his way to his bedroom, crashing on his bed, undoubtedly excited for his first date with the woman of his dreams.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Little Pet. Part Four. 💋

A/N. More learning about reader and Poison Ivy vibes.

Warnings: mentions of past traumas .

You rolled away from Shigaraki holding youre head , it was all coming back. Youre memories of youre quirk and the happyness it brought you. Shigaraki looked over while scratching his chest. He tapped youre head with his free hand making you curl up.

“Pet, come here. Dont turn away from me.”

Youre fingers dug into youre hair and youre feet curled up on eachother. Why why why. You did not want to remember any of this. You could hear Shigaraki talking to you but you did not move, he was getting louder and more impatient.

“Pet.”

Nothing.

Shigaraki clicked his teeth sitting up and grabbing youre shoulder rolling you over, he leaned over you looking very angry, his brows bunched up and his eyes half lidded. You were on the verge of tears, youre face was already flushed red and youre eyes were watering.

“Flo...flowers...”

“What?” He asked with annoyance . “If you think you can just ignore me then-“

“My quirk was flowers.. plant growth...i could make plants healthy and help them grow... i could also produce small thorns on my arms and they often did more bad than good...”

Shigaraki placed his elbow next to youre head resting his head on his hand. Shigaraki let out a long sigh watching you , red face and about to burst into tears. He caressed youre cheek while he spoke. “Oh Pet. So you like flowers huh? What happened?”

You leaned into his hand enjoying his warmth . It helped calm you down but.. not by much. You were starting to get a head ache too, all you could think about was the pain you felt when youre quirk left youre body.

“I was a flourist for a small flower shop. A lot of people knew of my quirk but what could... i really do with it? Its not.. exactly a Hero quirk..”

Shigaraki’s gaze lingered down to youre chest to youre arms moving up a sleeve to see little indents all over youre arm. Little thorn pricks it looked like. He sat down ontop of you and picked up youre arm examining it closey. You rubbed youre face with youre free hand breathing a bit heavy.

“So the thorns do nothing?” He asked pinching the indents.

“They just prick me heh.. “ you exhaled and Shigaraki looked up from youre arm and down at you. “But i did not mind. .. i could make dying flowers healthy again ..”

“And the sun Pet?”

“The sun... i guess you could say it re charged me. Like waking up from a deep sleep. Feeling completely rephreshed. So in the summer i could heal a lot of plants but in the winter.. i felt like i was constantly tired.”

He had let go of youre arm at some point while he listened to you. What a interesting quirk, not one to fight with but more of a comfort quirk.

“And Chisaki took it away? He just plucked you off the street Pet?”

“I was outside the shop healing some flowers we had on display and he was walking the sidewalk towards me. He.... stopped. He.. asked me about my quirk , said it was very unique . Flattered me.. i had no idea who he was Mr.Shigaraki ... i joined him for dinner at his home and thats when his men held me down. I.... he... he pointed a gun at my chest and said: “ what a useless quirk. Youre lucky youre pretty” “then he shot me. .. Mr.Shigaraki... it hurt... like.. someone was peeling off my skin .. i..”

Shigaraki slumped on you hunching over now , he rested his fists next to your shoulders and leaned down watching youre eyes start to water. “What happened next Pet?” He asked you sounding almost eager .

“I fell to my knees and started to cry, i yelled up at him asking him why .. why would he do this. He told me because he can. Because useless quirks should be erased off this planet.”

“And he kept you Pet?”

“Yes Mr.Shigaraki. I would have went to the police if he let me go and he knew that. So he just kept me prisoner, taunting me.. he even had his men bring me dead plants to show me. The room he kept me in was dark and away from the sun too.. you saw it.”

Shigaraki gently wipped tears from youre eyes with his thumb . He was angry , his heart rate picked up and all he could think about was dusting this man.

“I repressed what happened as hard as i could.. i did not want to remember . But when you asked me .. it all came back like a switch, Mr.. Shigaraki. You dont need to worry about me trying to escape here. I like it here very much. All i want is.. a window i can reach..”

You rubbed youre eyes sniffling and looking away. Shigaraki got up and off the bed looking around the room. Yeah, the window was to high to let any decent light in, and you could not reach it anyway. He scratched his neck looking back at you. You were sitting up criss cross holding youreself .

“Pet.”

Y-yes?”

“I will see about a different room for you. You still need to ask if you may go outside though. “

Youre face lit up and Shigaraki held his hand up

“But.”

“But..?” You asked tilting youre head.

“Im not getting you any plants or .. flowers. Grow em youreself . I’ll tell Twice to get seeds .. or something.”

“You.. YOU WILL?!?” You got up wrapping youre arms around him squeezing his skinny body. Shigaraki quickly shoved his fists in his pockets clicking his teeth in annoyance.

“Yes, because it makes you happy. And i want ... my Pet happy”

You nodded very fast into his shirt thanking him over and over untill he pulled you off him.

“Go to bed and calm down. Tomorrow tell Twice what you want.”

“Yes Mr.Shigaraki!!!”

He waved his hand walking over to the door closing it behind him. He leaned on it scratching at his neck hard for a minute.”Bastard.. ill kill em.” Shigaraki went upstairs to see everyone still awake.

“Twice, tomorrow Y/N is going to tell you what plant seeds she wants, pick em up.”

“Sure!!! Why though!?”

“Where she gonna plant em boss..” Dabi asked looking up from his drink .

“Im sure the back has a dirt pit under all that garbage , clean it up tomorrow”

“Ugn.. fine.” Dabi groaned

“Toga. How would you feel sharing a room with Twice.”

Toga and Twice looked at each other and instantly hugged . “Yes!!!” She squealed. “I mean YES. Sure why not.” Added Twice.

Kurogiri went over to Shigaraki seeing the agression in his eyes and the marks on his neck. “Tomura Shigaraki? Is something bothering you?”

He went over to the bar sitting down , he rested his head on his hand . “Listen up. This is what happened to Y/N, and this is what were going to do to that clean freak bastard..”

Everyone listened , and everyone was starting to understand Shigaraki’s anger. Dabi looked behind the bar picking up a trash bag heading outside into the dark and Twice and Toga ran off to move furniture. Spinner and Mr.Compress had returned to the hideout and Kurogiri filled them in so Shigaraki did not have to.

He would pay. In the worst way possible.

*

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 296: Ngl, This One Pissed Me Off

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all, “p.s. I actually activated yet another quirk several chapters ago when Kacchan got stabbed.” Compress was all, “[gets captured and passes out].” Spinner was all “[rifles through Tomura’s pockets and slaps a random Charbroiled Hand onto his friend’s unconscious face].” Tomura was all, “SOMEHOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKED” and woke up again, except it wasn’t really him, it was everyone’s favorite Final Villain, AFO. AFO was all, “time to escape finally” and summoned a bunch of Noumu and Absconded with Spinner and the DabiMarble in tow. Skeptic was all, “Horikoshi forgot I existed, but I’m actually Absconding in marble-form as well.” Deku was all, “ATTENTION WORLD, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I OFFICIALLY WANT TO SAVE SHIGARAKI TOMURA.” And then the arc just sort of ended lol.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all, “but when you think about it, do we really need literally any female teachers at U.A. at all?” and for whatever reason doesn’t stop to wait for an answer. Midnight, who absolutely did not need to die, Dies, and I’m pissed about it. Ochako wanders the ruins of Jakku for what feels like hours, rescuing small children while her adult hero compatriots fall to pieces around her, because apparently the U.A. kids really are the only people who have their shit together. The citizens of Japan are all “damn that’s wild, wonder how fucked we are now,” but are actually super casual and chill about it which is oddly realistic. The chapter ends with AFO in Tartarus being all “lol time for the prison break arc,” without giving us so much as a chance to catch our breath, like holy shit. Are we on the clock or something now, goddamn.

lmao it’s like 7pm on a Sunday night and this is out already. this is like the worst possible timing lol. there goes my nice, relaxed evening. unless of course this turns out to be a nice, restful, soothing chapter, as chapters coming on the heels of traumatic, earth-shattering battles so often are. yeah, break out the Pina Colada song and the little drink umbrellas, I got a good feeling about this one

(ETA: I mean, I was obviously being sarcastic here but damn, Horikoshi.)

-- fff why did I laugh

it’s the crumbling city ruins in the background that really does it, I think. JUST LOOK AT THIS MESS THAT YOU HAVE MADE, EVERYONE. FOR SHAME

also, the title is dramatic af and I am so fucking excited you guys, like holy shit. BnHA’s In-Between arcs have always been my favorite part of the series, because it’s when all the character development and angst and/or catharsis happens. just, those little breathing spaces in between the action when everyone gathers to recuperate and compartmentalize their fresh new traumas lmao. bring on that angst!! but also, let’s please have some Comfort to offset all of this Hurt too, please and thanks

blah blah blah so the survivors were evacuated, good good, can you actually show us though?

AHHHHHHH

PIXIE BOB SURVIVED!!!! WASH IS STILL ALIVE LMAO HOW. THIRTEEN’S FACE, OMG SHOULD I LOOK AWAY. IS IT LIKE MANDALORIAN RULES. IDK HOW IT WORKS

HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY ALIVE. LOLS ANYWAY I’M HERE FOR IT. FEEL FREE NOT TO KILL ANYONE ELSE HERE HORIKOSHI, I THINK WE’RE GOOD

(ETA: it’s like talking to a brick wall.)

oh my god do we really need exposition about how the heroes tried to stop TomurAFO from escaping and OF COURSE failed completely because they suck lmao. oh my god I am shocked, that is such shocking news

wow they only managed to defeat three of the Noumus. holy shit. again, all of the Not-Kid Heroes are only slightly more useful than cardboard cutouts of heroes at this point, MORE AT ELEVEN

so Tomura may have lost the PLF, but he still more or less has an army then, huh. I really don’t know how anyone could expect a timeskip with that threat looming over everyone’s heads

oh nvm lol there are only seven Noumus left. wait so you’re telling me there were only ten Nearly High Ends in that last chapter?? felt more like fifty but whatever lol I’ll take your word for it

COMPRESS YAY YOU’RE ALIVE TOO

MAYBE THEY CAN EVEN REATTACH HIS ASS. I’M SERIOUS LOL, BECAUSE HE STILL HAS IT, DOESN’T HE? OR IF NOT, THEY CAN REBUILD HIM WITH A PROSTHETIC ASS. he’ll be more powerful than ever

WHAAAAAAT YEAH BOIIIII

WOOO, EDGESHOT, WOOOOO. THAT’S HIS WAY OF THE NINJA

YEAHHHHH SUCK IT, PLF

(ETA: for the record I don’t think Cementoss is dead here, just badly wounded. if he had died he would have been included in the forthcoming In Memoriam page along with the others.)

GET BENT LOL. TRUMPET I FOR REAL FORGOT YOU EVEN EXISTED. I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU LOSERS AGAIN PLEASE. ONLY INTERESTING CHARACTERS MAY PROCEED PAST THIS POINT

dsflksaldkh;l

that’s... holy shit. that’s a bigass mansion, that’s what that is. also so does this mean there are still eighty thousand PLF members still at large, because that’s a plot line I very much do not care about in any way whatsoever lol. can’t we just retcon to say that Re-Destro was exaggerating? I mean hell, a CEO criminal pulling some Enron-type bullshit is pretty believable, isn’t it? those poor bamboozled shareholders

“makeste, here’s an idea, what if you scrolled down to read the rest of the page” lol gtfo of here with your logic and your sense

well those 132 people have made it onto my enemies list, but at least it sounds like they more or less took care of the rest. good riddance

and Toga escaped, as we knew already, and is now on the lam. hopefully she reunites with the League again at some point. although her doing her own thing could also be very interesting. idk what I want lol

anyway so there’s another big panel showing how fucked up the city is, just in case it hadn’t already been hammered into our skulls yet. there’s a car dangling off a roof somehow. how does that even happen. did Machia pick it up and put it there or

NOOO OMG RANDOM SMALL CHILDREN IN PERIL WHAT IS THIS

OCHAKO PLEASE SAVE THEM OMG

“if it falls on me, I want you to have my Endeavor pouch” OH MY STARS. HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION. NO MY CHILD YOU CAN’T GIVE UP HOPE YET

LMAO

“FOR THE LAST TIME NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUSTY-ASS POUCH, KYLE” fffff these children are dying and I am cracking up so hard my eyes are tearing up what is wrong with me

YAY THEY SAVED THEM

but listen. not that I don’t love seeing the girls kick ass, because you know I do. but I also really, REALLY need to know what’s going down with the Musketeers, and I’m not looking forward to waiting three whole weeks for that so please Horikoshi. please hurry this along so we can get to them

goddamn it Tsuyu is saying she’ll take the boy to the shelter to get first aid, and I was all “okay great because that’s probably where Kacchan and the others are too”, but now someone else is shouting for help and Ochako’s all “I’ll go” and it’s like OKAY BUT PLEASE? this chapter is already more than half over omfg. ‘bout to start wringing some hands here

oh my god

is this Toga again??? WHAT THE HELL, THIS CREEPYASS HALF-DEAD DUDE BETTER BE LEADING UP TO SOMETHING INTERESTING, I AM REALLY GETTING IMPATIENT

OR, I GUESS, WE COULD DO THIS INSTEAD

“SO AS IT TURNS OUT, NOT EVERY CHARACTER WHO NEEDS HELP SAVING THEIR SPOUSE FROM FALLEN RUBBLE IS ACTUALLY TOGA IN DISGUISE” HUH, OKAY. DULY NOTED. FILED AWAY FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

but fucking... okay, look. I love Ochako, I do. but I like her a whole lot more when she’s interacting with other characters I actually care about, as opposed to running around in the rubble rescuing random people while the fate of my other children is still up in the air. like okay, I get it, shit’s bad, now if you don’t mind we really don’t have to spend all day here though

...anyways but nope, we’re still staying with her. she’s bouncing around rescuing all of these other people. omg. I literally have no patience here at all and it’s terrible, I know, but oh my god

omg finally something interesting is happening!!

look at that, an adult hero standing around being useless while the kids are busy getting shit done. why is this becoming a recurring theme

MY DUDE, THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT THE TIME THOUGH

I GET THAT IT’S OVERWHELMING AND THAT YOU’RE TRAUMATIZED AND SHIT, BUT GUESS WHAT, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE. THAT’S WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR. JUST LOOK AT OCHAKO! SHE’S SO EXHAUSTED HER HAIR HAS EVEN LOST ITS FLOOF, AND YET SHE’S STILL OUT HERE DOING HER BEST. ONE SAVE AT A TIME MY MAN. GET IT DONE. LITERALLY A SMALL CHILD IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CALLING FOR THEIR MOMMY AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING THERE ALL “WAHH IT’S TOO MUCH” LIKE COULD YOU PLEASE POSTPONE YOUR CRISIS UNTIL AFTER YOU SAVE THEM PLEASE

OH MY GOD

MAYBE YOU SHOULD!! oh my god I really cannot, like wow. oh no I actually have to save people and do my job, god forbid. jesus christ, at least the other heroes tried. but Moping Hero: Bellyache here is just throwing in the towel and fuck everyone who still needs his help I guess. you are like the anti-Deku my dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO OH FUCK

THAT’S MIDNIGHT’S HAND OH FU -- SHE BETTER NOT -- HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD --

I’M GONNA LOSE IT I REALLY AM!!!!

HOLY SHIT HOW INTENSE OF A RAGE DO I NEED TO BRACE MYSELF TO BE FEELING HERE. THIS CHAPTER WAS ALREADY TRENDING TOWARDS DISAPPOINTMENT, DO WE REALLY NEED TO GO AND COMPOUND THAT

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

you’re telling me Tomura wasn’t brought back by that electric shock, but by his “fuck you” attitude? why are you explaining this to us now, again??

......

HEY, SO UM, FUCK ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THOUGH. (: OH MAN. OHHHHHH MAN. I HAVE... I HAVE GOT A LOT OF WORDS FOR THIS AND HERE ARE SOME OF THEM

FUCK

THINGS THAT SHOULD BE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO “SOME BULLSHIT”: THIS

FUCK

GET FUCKED HORIKOSHI

AND ALSO PLEASE FUCK RIGHT OFF!!

AND SERIOUSLY THOUGH FUCK YOU

NO BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED OFF ANYONE. LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER. YOU HAD TWELVE FEMALE PROS. TWELVE. YOU COULD HAVE MADE MORE OF THEM. PROBABLY, IF THERE ACTUALLY WERE SUPERHEROES IN REAL LIFE, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN TWELVE OF THEM IN AN ENTIRE NATION. BUT NO, YOU WERE ALL “TWELVE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.” AND THEN WHEN IT CAME TIME TO KILL PEOPLE OFF, YOU WERE ALL “WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, LET’S SEE, I PICK... THESE 18 RANDOM SIDE CHARACTERS WITH LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE, PLUS THE ONE SINGLE FEMALE U.A. STAFF MEMBER WE ACTUALLY HAD. YEAH THAT OUGHTA DO IT”

AND BY THE WAY, HORIKOSHI, I PICKED SOMETHING UP FOR YOU ON MY WAY HOME, HERE IT IS, ┌П┐(・＿・) do you like it it was on sale. I saw it and was like, “Horikoshi would really like that.” so there you go. sorry it wasn’t gift-wrapped

p.s. I hope y’all can tell that that’s supposed to be a middle finger and not... something else lmao. er. anyway

(ETA: so I got a few asks from people who were really put off by this part of the reaction post, and so I’m just adding an extra note here to make it clear that I do not actually wish harm on Horikoshi in any way or even particularly dislike him. I wasn’t happy about Midnight’s death and I wanted to convey that, and so I went with my usual LOUD CAPSLOCK REACTION tone, but looking back on it I can see that it’s kind of a lot, lol. 

so just to be clear, the “fuck you” stuff is almost entirely tongue-in-cheek. that’s on me, I forget sometimes that there are people who share these sentiments unironically and so I didn’t think to make sure my intended meaning here was clear. anyways, killing Midnight was still a really problematic decision for numerous reasons but it is what it is. Horikoshi is not perfect, the story isn’t perfect, and I’m not gonna pretend like it is, but again just to be clear, I don’t harbor any actual ill will toward Horikoshi here.)

shit. and wow this man really went and killed off fucking Mystic too on top of that. have you ever seen a character fail so spectacularly at living up to their hype. r.i.p. Mystic you were like the Star Wars sequel of characters

(ETA: I have no fucking idea why I keep thinking Majestic’s name is Mystic lol. rest in peace you old scarecrowy bastard.)

and poor Momo, though. fuck. lost two mentors in a single day. and do not even get me started on Aizawa holy shit

so now we’re cutting to some random townspeople who are gossiping about the Todoroki drama. this is actually interesting in spite of my newfound determination to hate this chapter lol

ngl I am kind of heartened to see that not everyone fell for Dabi’s bs hook line and sinker though. Jeanist returning from the dead literally two seconds after Dabi was all “I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A VILLAIN THAT HAWKS MURDERED HIM” probably helped with that a bit! but there will doubtless be many other people who do believe him, or are at least still inclined to side-eye the heroes in general either way given how much they sucked in this arc. very, very interesting

so it seems though that even more than the whole Endeavor reveal, at the end of the day it’s going to be the heroes failing to live up to their end of the “put your faith in us and let us use our quirks and in return we’ll protect everyone and keep them safe” implied social contract that’s going to have the biggest impact on people’s opinions moving forward. basically this was always going to be a disaster no matter what

OH MY GOD FINALLY AHHHHH

Horikoshi really tapped into some of the real-life political energy of the past few years huh. Fuck Him Still for killing off Midnight, but I will admit that so far this is hella intriguing and I am really, really curious to see where things go from here

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE KIDS FROM THE BABYSITTING ARC

“FIVE PEEPEE MAN WOULDN’T LIE TO US” YES CHILDREN YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. at least the little ones still have faith

UM

 ( •̀ へ •́  )

that’s great. that’s really keen. all we need right now, amirite

GOOD FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

let’s just wait for him to explain what he feels. you know he likes to drag it out

is that Dabi crouched down there next to Spinner? looks like they got him out of the marble after all. but why has his hair changed colors again lol what

anyways. your turn to what??

:’) excuse me what

hahahaha are you fucking kidding me. and that’s where we’re going to end the chapter then. lol okay

so let’s recap. Midnight died. we spent ten hours watching Ochako dig people out of rubble for no apparent reason and were then introduced to my new least favorite character, and because Ochako is so nice she didn’t even punch him in the face even though she really should have. we did not get any Kacchan or Shouto. we got one panel of Deku, who is Finally Asleep. and the chapter ended with AFO ordering his Noumus to go set free, AND I QUOTE, HIS “MAIN BODY.” and now I gotta wait an entire week for Caleb’s translation to confirm that last part. omg

but it sounds like a prison break is imminent, which is very, very interesting. ...and actually, is it weird that I’m actually rooting for it to be a success? I have no idea what this guy is planning, but I do know that as long as the main part of his soul is still residing in Tomura’s body, Tomura’s chance of surviving the series is close to zero. and villain though he may be, I’m still rooting for his redemption (nice to have Deku on my side now too), and so yeah. so like if AFO feels like using some latent Exorcism Quirk or something that he’s been saving for just such an occasion, be my guest lol

meanwhile this doesn’t bode well for All Might though. or anyone else aside from Tomura, really. shiiiit

anyway. [slaps roof of chapter] this baby can fit so much bullshit in it