#fatgum hurt comfort

[oborofollower7]

Yall dont know how happy I am that we got ONE LAST TOKOYAMI AND HAWKS PANEL

those two are such an underrated duo. I wish there were more fanfics of them

[crimsonwolf715]

Obsession

(Age 13) Mirio attempts to phase his hand through the dummy and gets his hand through just fine, but gets stuck trying to get his hand back out. 

“Damn!” Mirio exclaims. 

He activates his ability again and manages to get his hand out. 

“Come on, you’ve got this.” 

He keeps trying to get his hand in and out of the dummy but something keeps going wrong every time he tries. Either he only gets his hand partially in, partially out, he activates his Quirk too much and he loses his shirt. He’s getting continually more frustrated which is making his Quirk work even less. It’s a Saturday, so he spends the day training. It’s getting dark and he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. 

“Mirio!” 

Mirio turns and Tamaki’s running up. 

“What are you still doing out here?” 

“I’m training,” Mirio answers. 

“Come on, we need to get inside.” 

“Just a little longer, Tamaki.”

Mirio turns back towards the dummy and his vision tilts. He sways and he feels someone grab his arm to steady him. 

“Thanks, Tamaki.” 

“Can you walk?” 

“I think so, but I thought that I could practice more.” 

“Adrenaline crash?” 

“That or I’ve been ignoring it for a while.” 

Tamaki helps Mirio up to his apartment. Mirio’s dad scolds Mirio for being so reckless and Tamaki stands a safe distance away. 

“Alright, come on, boys. Let’s have some dinner.” 

Tamaki walks next to Mirio, who seems to be walking fine. After dinner, the two end up falling asleep watching TV on the couch. 

(Age 15) Mirio practices phasing through the wall and sighs when he once again isn’t as fast as he wants to be. Without thinking, he punches the wall. 

“Ow.” 

He waves his hand. He ends up punching the wall again with his other hand, but this time wasn’t intentional. He punches at the wall at top speed and doesn't activate his Quirk fast enough. He keeps training but at a slower pace, so he doesn’t damage his hands anymore. 

“Mirio?” 

Mirio looks up and Tamaki’s walking up. 

“Hey, how was training?” Mirio asks, putting his hands behind his back in hopes that Tamaki won’t notice the very bad bruises forming on his knuckles. 

“It was okay. Nejire followed me around and insisted that we be partners, but she was actually a good partner. I normally struggle more interacting with people, but working with her was easier than I thought it would be. How about you?” 

“Not as well as I’d hoped it would be,” Mirio answers truthfully. “Though Sir says that once we get our licenses, he wants me to come work with him.” 

“That’s good. It means you already have a work study lined up,” Tamaki says, then grabs Mirio’s arms to look at his hands. “Mirio.” 

Mirio sighs, but he’s still smiling. “I know, it sucks. I’m gonna get better though.” 

“No, that’s not it. You shouldn’t push yourself too hard. You’re gonna get hurt.” 

“I’ll be careful.” 

The two head off to their internships. Nighteye sends Mirio on patrol with the sidekicks since he has meetings, so Mirio happily chats with them while they’re out walking. They come across a mugger who runs upon seeing them. Mirio chases and he runs into a building. Mirio phases through the wall and makes his hand tangible to punch the guy. 

He pulls his arm back through the wall and turns towards the sidekicks, beaming because he managed the attack. “Got him.” 

“Are you okay, Mirio?” Centipeder asks. 

“Yeah, why?” Mirio asks. 

“You’re bleeding,” Bubble Girl answers, pointing. 

He looks at his arm and the white of his suit is getting stained red. 

“I don’t really feel it,” Mirio says. “Is that concerning?” 

“Definitely. Come on, we’re gonna get you checked out.” 

Mirio and Bubble Girl head to a clinic, leaving Centipeder to deal with the cops and arrest, and luckily the clinic isn’t busy. The doctor looks over the injury and sighs. 

“Yeah, it’s what I thought. This injury is common with heroes. You overused your Quirk. Some Quirks don’t have regular drawbacks, so you don’t realize that you’ve overworked yourself until your body can’t physically handle it anymore. The more it happens, the worse it gets. You need to ease up on using your Quirk until your arm heals.” 

“I will,” Mirio says. “Thank you, sir.” 

“You’re welcome. We’re gonna give you something for the pain so hopefully it eases before the adrenaline rush drops enough that you’ll notice.” 

“Thanks.” 

The doctor walks out with Bubble Girl, so Mirio looks at the bandage. “Overworking my Quirk?” 

Once he’s cleared, Mirio heads home and Tamaki’s waiting. 

“Hey,” Mirio says. 

“Did you get hurt on patrol?” Tamaki asks, closing the distance and grabbing Mirio’s arm gently. 

“Yeah, I overused my Quirk apparently.” 

Tamaki looks concerned, but doesn’t comment. They head in to have dinner with Mirio’s dad. 

(Age 16) Mirio runs at the wall at top speed. He phases through it without tripping up and comes out on the other side without phasing through the floor. 

Tamaki claps. “That’s really amazing, Mirio. It looks like Nighteye’s program’s doing well.” 

“Yeah, it’s going amazing. It’s perfect. I feel so much more comfortable doing it now.” Mirio smiles. “I really think that I’m going to do well.” 

“Of course you are. You have enough determination by itself to get you pretty far.” 

“Yeah, then we can work together.” 

Mirio holds out his fist and they fist-bump. 

“I probably won’t be as great of a hero as you are, but I’ll try my best.” 

“That’s all we can do, right? Wanna train before work study?” 

“Sure,” Tamaki answers. “I have a move I wanna try.” 

The two spar for a bit. Mirio phases through a tentacle and lands in a roll. 

“Nice dodge, Mirio,” Tamaki says. 

“Thanks,” Mirio says, breathing a little heavily. 

Mirio feels a sharp pain on his forearm by his elbow. He looks at his arm and it’s split open. 

“Damn,” Mirio mutters. 

Tamaki takes a hold of his wrist and is looking at the injury in a second. 

“What’s happening, Mirio?” he asks as he puts his jacket over the wound and applies pressure. 

“Quirk overuse. I’m okay,” Mirio answers. “It just hurts.” 

“Mirio, your skin just split open. That is not at all okay.” 

“Yeah, we should probably head to Recovery Girl.” 

The walk is quiet and Tamaki keeps a hand on Mirio’s shoulder, keeping him steady. Recovery Girl heals Mirio as best as she can with his low stamina, leaving a scar. 

“Sorry,” Mirio mutters. 

“Can you promise me something, Mirio?” Tamaki asks. 

“Yeah, what is it?” 

“Promise me that you’ll be more careful. I know that sometimes you can’t help getting injured, but this is too far. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.” 

Mirio gives Tamaki a smile. “I can promise that. I just… don’t really know how to stop. This has been my dream for so long and I’m finally achieving it.” 

“Baby steps. I’ll always be here to help when it’s hard.” 

Mirio’s smile widens. “Thanks, Tamaki. It means a lot.” 

Tamaki pats Mirio’s shoulder. 

“I’m really tired though so can we head home?” 

“Yeah, of course. You’ll need backup telling your dad about this so he doesn’t cry.” 

Mirio laughs, trying to hide the nerves. “Yeah, thanks.” 

“Anytime.” 

They head to Mirio’s house. 

(Age 18) Sir Nighteye, Izuku, and Mirio walk into the Fatgum Agency and Nighteye heads straight to Fatgum’s office. 

“Are you okay, Mirio?” Tamaki asks, walking over. 

Mirio nods. “Yeah, I’m good. I just got my head hit against a wall.” 

“Then the black eye?” Tamaki asks. 

“Oh, punched in the face. Deku got his head smashed through a car window.” 

“I’m fine,” Izuku says. 

Kirishima jogs over. “Woah, Midoriya. Where did you get that scar?” 

Mirio looks at the two and Izuku’s sleeves are pulled up. Mirio glances towards Tamaki, whose gaze is fixed on the floor. Mirio walks over and puts a hand on Tamaki’s shoulder. 

“Sorry,” Tamaki whispers, so quiet Mirio wouldn’t have caught it if he wasn’t expecting Tamaki to be that quiet. 

“Don’t be. It’s on me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, turning towards the two. 

“This scar is from pushing your body too far with your Quirk,” Izuku says. “Do you two have a bad experience with them? I know you have a lot of them, Mirio.” 

Tamaki shudders, then gets up. “I need a moment.” 

“Take your time, Tamaki.” 

Once he’s gone, Mirio looks back at the other two. “He’s kinda sensitive about them since he saw my skin split open a couple of years ago. We’ve gotten to a point where he doesn’t mind seeing them, but still not a fan of talking about them. He probably doesn’t like the idea that you’re pushing yourself that hard either. Tamaki likes you guys.” 

Izuku looks at his arms. “I’ve just always thought of them as marking my progress. That I still have a long way to go before I reach full power safely. I didn’t think about the fact that most people wouldn’t have had the same experience as me.” 

“You mean with Recovery Girl?” Mirio asks. “Because I got all of them after going to U.A.” 

Izuku nods. “I was also unconscious right after I got most of them.” 

Kirishima looks between the two. “You two need some chill, seriously. Wait, does Bakugo have any of them?” 

“No, Kacchan prides himself on pushing himself but not too far. He takes good care of himself,” Izuku says. 

His gaze moves from his arms back up and he looks flustered. 

“I didn’t mean that you’re not good at taking care of yourself, Mirio.” 

Mirio smiles. “I’m really not. The only reason I function well is because someone taught me how to. I take care of myself for others.” 

“That doesn’t seem healthy,” Kirishima says. 

“It most certainly is not. I’m working on it though.” 

Tamaki comes back in with Fatgum and Nighteye. 

“What happened?” Fatgum asks. 

“It’s nothing,” Tamaki answers. 

“Okay, if you say so.” 

“We’re done though. You guys can head home,” Nighteye says. 

Kirishima packs up and he heads out with Izuku. 

“I’m going to grab my things and then we can go,” Tamaki says to Mirio. 

“Yeah, I’ll be here,” Mirio replies. 

Fatgum goes back to his office, leaving Nighteye and Mirio alone. 

“Sir?” 

“Yes, Mirio?” 

Mirio looks at his hands, even though they’re currently gloved. “All of this was worth it in the end, right? I’m good at what I do?” 

Nighteye puts a hand on Mirio’s shoulder. “One of the best.” 

Mirio nods as Tamaki comes up. 

“Have a good night, you two,” Nighteye says. 

Tamaki nods. 

“You too,” Mirio replies. 

Nighteye heads out. 

Mirio slings an arm around Tamaki’s shoulder. “Come on. We’re gonna get ice cream on the way back.” 

“I’m okay, Mirio.” 

“I know, but you deserve a break.” 

“Okay, if you insist.” 

“I do.” 

The two go and get ice cream. Once they’re done, they head back to the dorms and meet Nejire, who talks their ears off about her work study. She also brought dinner with her, so the three of them eat together. After talking for a bit, they head their separate ways.

[touyaismycomfortboy]

♡ how can i call myself a man?

a/n: i'm rewatching mha and i'm going thru season four and the kirishima episode got me missing my boy i need to write him :((

word count: 3.3k

synopsis: you and kirishima are doing your work studies together, you went out on patrol alone and were cornered by a villain. it tried to attack kirishima and you blocked the attack, getting severely injured in the process, now kirishima is blaming himself for your injuries.

pairing: ejirou kirishima x fem prns!reader

genre: a little angsty hurt comfort oneshot <3

warnings: violence, injuries, cussing, blood, passing out, kirishima sad :( biggest warning of all methinks, also not proofread

  "Alright, I think you both have learned enough to patrol on your own now." 

  You and Ejirou were beaming at Fatgum's words, you were doing your best not to jump up and down with excitement and tried to keep a professional appearance, but Ejirou didn't care and simply pumped his fist up in the air. "Hell yeah!"

  You giggled at your boyfriend's excitement, looking at him and then back at Fatgum. "Are you absolutely positive? You really trust us that much?" 

  Fatgum nodded, shoving a takoyaki in his mouth. "Of course, you guys are doin' really well." He smiled at you both. "Nothing much really going on today, plus Suneater and I will be out patrolling as well so if you need anything you can give us a call." He winked, shoving more food in his cheeks.

  You glanced over at Tamaki in the corner, his forehead was pressed against the wall and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his hero costume, but he took one of his hands out to give you guys a thumbs up. "Y-You got this."

  You and Eijirou calmly walked out of the room, then as soon as the doors closed were giddily freaking out, you were jumping up and down and he was punching the air excitedly. "Alright! Let's do this!" His gravelly voice called out as he punched the air once more, smiling at you before you both exited the building.

  It was a beautifully sunny day, a little hot but not unbearable, and you kept water on the belt of your hero costume so you and him would stay hydrated. "So, Red Riot," You started, trying to keep your giggles to yourself. "How does it feel to be doing fully fledged hero work?" You held an imaginary microphone to his face. 

  He "grabbed" the imaginary microphone out of your hand and grinned, speaking into it. "I just have to say, IT'S HECKIN' AWESOME." He didn't mean to be so loud, he was just so excited he couldn't help it! He "threw" the imaginary microphone on the ground and looked back at you. "We gotta stay focused though, because like you said, we are doing full-fledged hero work, we can't let Fatgum and Suneater down!" 

  You nodded in agreement, keeping your eyes facing the streets and giving cursory glances in every direction to see if you could catch anything suspicious. "Of course, this is a pretty good area of town though. I doubt we'll see anything besides petty theft."

  "Yeah, but still, true heroes will keep their eyes and ears open no matter if it's a good area or the worst area! Villains are everywhere!" Eijirou said passionately, looking forward very attentively as he scanned the area. 

  You smiled at how serious he was, and obviously you were serious about this too, you wouldn't have applied for hero studies if you weren't, but there was something so special about Eijrou and his drive, you really admired how badly he wanted this. 

  Your thoughts of admiring your boyfriend were quickly interrupted by the sound of a window shattering from around the corner, you and Eijirou quickly looked at each other, then bolted the sound of the noise, quickly turning the corner. 

  You saw a villain step out of the corner store with a bag around his shoulder. Didn't look like anyone important, just a nobody trying to make a quick buck. Eijirou immediately turned his body rock hard and turned into a human shield and instinctively stood slightly in front of you, you activated your quirk as well and scowled at the villain. "Hey, you! Stop right there!" You shouted, taking a step forward.

  The scum villain stopped in his tracks and looked at you both, his body relaxing when he saw you two? "HAH! You think you high school kids can stop me?" He cackled, dropping his bag of money on the ground. He turned towards you both, and your knees got wobbly. Usually, you have a pro hero with you during times like these, but now it's just you and Eiji. 

  You heard the screams of some bystanders and he took a step towards you both, hearing the bystanders run in an opposite direction. You had a pager in your pocket that connected to Fatgum and Tamaki, you subtly pressed it before stepping to the side of Eijirou, both of you collectively blocking this direction of the narrow street. 

  "Robbing a Mom n' Pop shop? That's low," Eijirou frowned, stepping towards him while his body was still rock hard, already in a fighting stance. "That's not manly at all!"

  The villain clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "I don't care, boy. I need a quick buck." The villain bent over for a moment, it looked like he was somehow activating some kind of quirk of his? 

  You looked around once more and made sure most bystanders had fled the scene, any that were still there you shoo'd away quickly and took a deep breath, taking a step back just in case his quirk was long-range. 

  The villain seemed to cover his body in little triangle knives… they almost looked like arrowheads. He cried out and stood up straight, the arrowheads shooting in every direction. Eijirou quickly covered your body with his, the arrows bouncing off his hardened skin. 

  You and Eiji worked so well together because he was the shield and you were the spear, once the rain of arrowheads had ended you stepped away from him and shot your quirk at the villain, doing your best to knock him out but not kill him. You know, heroes' laws and all that. 

  The villain roared at your attempt to attack him, dodging your quirk with ease and you gulped. This wasn't just some random street thug, come on Fatgum, where are you?!

  The villain got on all fours and looked like it was ready to pounce, and started to run towards you both. 

  And just like any hero, your body moved without thinking. 

  You lunged in front of Eijirou instinctively, your mind a complete blur, your only instinct was to protect and no thoughts entered your mind after you jumped.

  It was like everything was in slow motion, Eijirou tried to reach out and shove you out of the way while you lunged, but it was too late.

  The hero rammed into you with intense force and you were knocked to the ground a few feet to the side of Eijirou, the wind getting knocked out of you. You didn't even have a chance to catch your breath though, as soon as your head hit the pavement you were out, completely unconscious. 

  Eijrou stared in horror at your limp body lying on the ground, his attention being forced away from you as the villain roared once more. Eijirou was so taken aback by what you did he hadn't even noticed he had lost focus on his quirk and was back to normal, the villain started to run towards him again and he hardened just in time for the villain to clash with Eijirou's arms that were in an X above his head, small parts of his arm cracking and a few bits crumbling and falling to the ground from the pressure the villain was putting on his arms.

  Eijirou's brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched, grinding his teeth through the pain as he tried to withstand the pressure that the villain was putting on his body. He couldn't give up, he couldn't go limp, what would this villain do to your unconscious self if he didn't persist?

  The pain was getting to him, tears welling in his eyes as the villain was able to use his force to push Eijirou back slightly, his feet digging into the ground beneath him and leaving a trail of broken concrete.

  Eijirou felt his arms faltering, his strength wouldn't be able to handle much more, and his body was giving out from the constant pressure. He saw your limp body in his periphery, and saw red pooling underneath your head… he lost focus immediately once he saw the sight.

  The villain shoved Eijirou to the ground, he fell onto his back and looked up at the villain above him. The villain formed an arrow within his palm, he aimed it at Eijirou's neck and was going to shoot- 

  SHHLP

  Tentacles wrapped around the villain tightly and swung him into the air before throwing him into a bright yellow and plush figure, Eijirou immediately sat up.

  Suneater… Fatgum…!! 

  He saw the villain be absorbed into Fatgum's stomach, he wasted no time running over to your limp form and placed an arm under your neck, lifting you up slightly. 

  "No, no, no, no, no-" His arm felt warm as he lifted your upper body, blood. "Fuck, no, no, y/n, please wake up-" He placed two fingers on your pulse, his breath getting more shallow as he felt weak heartbeats. 

  He looked up at Tamaki and Fatgum, expecting to see them in the distance, but Tamaki was already right above you both as Fatgum was handing the villain over to the authorities. Eijirou looked up at Tamaki, his eyes welled with tears. 

  Tamaki knelt down on the ground, some of the blood on the concrete getting onto his white hero costume as he also quickly felt the pulse on your wrist. "Q-Quickly, move her up more so I can see her head…" 

  Eijirou wasted no time lifting up your torso more, his movements ginger and delicate. A staggering juxtaposition to his ragged breaths and frightened eyes. Tamaki examined the back of your head, and before he could get a good look, Eijirou saw ambulance lights near the police.

  Eijirou stood up, carrying you bridal style and ran towards the ambulance, not caring about the blood that was dripping onto his arm and down to the ground as he ran.

  "H-Help… help, please!!" He shouted, and the EMTS rushed to your side. "She got hit… she fell and hit her head on the concrete, she hasn't woken up since, please help her, please-"

  They quickly pulled out a stretcher. "Lay her down." They instructed, opening the back of the ambulance so they could load you up. "How long has she been out?" 

  Eijirou delicately laid you on the stretcher. "I-I don't know, maybe two minutes? Just please, please help her-" 

  The EMTS loaded you into the ambulance faster than Eijirou could think, a few staying behind a little longer to ask more clarifying questions and check on his condition as well. He started to feel numb, his mind mostly empty as they wrapped bandages around the exposed skin on his arms from the cracks, all he could think about was the feeling of your warm blood against his arm, he didn't even want to think about how bad the gash must have been for you to have been bleeding that much.

  He looked at the stain on the ground as they taped the whole area of the corner store with caution tape as they investigated the crime scene. That was your blood, yours. 

  And it was all because he failed to protect you.

-

  He couldn't sleep for the next few days after that, he couldn't even eat. His classmates tried to coax him out of his room, tried to shove food underneath his door for him to eat, and most of it ended up going cold and in his trash can since it was no longer edible.

  He had called the hospital every day, and right now your condition was bad enough that only immediate family were allowed to visit you. 

  All because he couldn't fucking protect you. 

  He punched his punching bag. How could he fail to protect you? He was supposed to be your shield, he failed his one goddamn job and now you're paying the price for it.

  He should've already been standing in front of you, he should've had a hand on you to make sure you couldn't jump in front of him, he should've been fasted so he could move you out of the way. He could've taken the villain's attack, you can't. 

  He was your boyfriend for god's sake, even if he didn't have a defensive quirk it was still his job to protect you, how could he let this happen? 

  He punched the punching bag harder and faster.

  How is he supposed to be a hero if he can't save the ones that are most important to him? If he can't even save them how he is he supposed to save innocent bystanders? He's not even a pro hero yet and he's already failing his one job. How was he supposed to call himself a man? Even a boy would've done a better job protecting you, what if you died and it was all his fault? What if you'll never be the same? What if-

  Knock knock.

  Eijirou was torn from his thoughts, looking towards the door. He looked down at his knuckles, guess he hadn't realized how hard he was punching his punching bag, his knuckles were bruised. 

  "No, Mina, I don't need any more food." He groaned, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

  "This isn't Mina." The voice was deep, tired. He recognized it. Aizawa?

  Eijirou suspiciously walked to the door and opened it up, looking at his teacher before him. "Mister Aizawa, what are you doing here?" 

  "I got a call about y/n's condition." 

  His heart stopped.

  "Is she okay? Is she awake? How bad are her injuries? Can I-" 

  "She's awake, and you're the first person she asked for. You're allowed to visit her now." Aizawa said calmly, not sure how Eijirou would react to the news. 

  Eijirou didn't stop to think for even a moment, he immediately ran out of his room past Aizawa and ran downstairs to the common area. He was in his pajamas, and his hair was lying flat on his head, but he didn't have time to think about or even fix those things, he could only think about you. 

  His classmates were shocked to see him downstairs. "Hi Kiri, what's the big rush?" Tsu asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch. 

  Eiji didn't respond, he had to see you. He quickly ran out of the building, running straight off campus to the nearest train station. It took a couple of minutes, but it was the fastest he had ever run to the train station before. He ran inside of it, holding on to one of the standing bars as he anxiously tapped his foot against the ground. 

  He wouldn't sit, he couldn't sit. If he sat down he'd be able to feel the churning in his stomach a lot easier, he was so scared to see you. 

  After what felt like the longest train ride of his life, he was the first one to run out of the train. He ran straight into the hospital doors and right up to the front desk, anxiously tapping his foot once more as he gave the desk lady his information. 

  He was told what room you were in and immediately went to the nearest elevator, making sure it was empty so he wouldn't have to wait for anyone else and quickly pressed the button for what floor you were on. 

  He wasn't sure if it was the movement of the elevator or just him, but his stomach felt so queasy, like he could throw up. What if you weren't the same? What if his mistake has ruined you forever? What if you were no longer able to become a hero and it was all his fault?

  The elevator dinged and he froze, staring as the doors opened and looked down the hallway, he could see which room had your number. 

  He took a deep breath, before speedwalking to your door, he didn't want to run and disturb all the other patients, but he could barely wait another moment to see you. He walked up to your room, walked through the door and passed the curtain and-

  He saw you. You had IV fluids going into your arm and bandages wrapped around your head. It looked like your arms were bruised from where you landed, and you were wearing a blue hospital gown. 

  Despite the IV and the bandages, and your injuries that looked to be very painful, you were sitting there peacefully eating your lunch. Like nothing was wrong with you. 

  You looked up at Eijirou and smiled innocently. "There you are!" You grinned, setting your place to the side. "I wasn't going to make it another second without you." You beckoned him towards you with your arms.

  Eijirou stayed silent, he bit his lip and his eyes welled with tears. He quickly ran towards you, gently engulfing you in a hug and squeezing you gently.

  You smiled when he hugged you, completely oblivious to your tears. "I missed you too, Eiji, I-" 

  "It's all my fault." He croaked, his voice was barely a whisper. If he talked any louder, his voice would crack and he would start crying. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He squeezed you a little tighter, but his grasp was barely tight at all, he was so scared of hurting you. "It's my job to protect you, I failed, I'm so sorry…"

  You gasped, your heart shattering into a million pieces at his words. Your chest started to ache, had he really been blaming himself like this the whole time you've been unconscious? 

  You squeezed him as tightly as your injured arms would allow, shaking your head quickly. "No, no! It's not your fault Eiji," You ran your hands through his hair. "I chose to jump in front of you, my body moved before I could think," You pushed him back a little to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry that your quirk isn't telepathy, but there's no way you could've known I was going to do that. I didn't even know I was going to do that, this isn't your fault at all."

  "I should've done more…" Eijirou's body was wracked with a sob, but he did his best to hold in his cries. "I should've been standing in front of you, not to the side of you, I should've had a hand on you to make sure you wouldn't move, I should've-"

  You cupped his face. "Eiji," You looked deep into his eyes. "I'm okay, no more what if's. I'm right in front of you, that's all that matters." 

  His eyes were full of tears, a few of them had streamed down his cheeks. He looked into your eyes, then gazed at the bandage on your head, his mind flashing to the image of your blood covering his arm and…

  He tried to shake the thought away, looking at your smiling face now. You were right, you were okay, and you were here with him right now. But he would never forgive himself for this even if you insisted it wasn't his fault, even though you were okay how much pain were you in? How much of it was all his fault? He will never stop thinking about it. 

  He didn't want to argue with you about this anymore, didn't want you to waste what little energy you had bickering with him, so he just nodded for now, looking downward. 

  "Can you cuddle with me? I've missed you so terribly…" You asked, your eyes pleading. 

  You didn't have to ask him twice, he immediately crawled into your hospital bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently as he nuzzled your neck, and you both stayed like that until you both finally had the first good sleep you have had in days….

[mintmatcha]

talk about fatgum, Mint 🎤 tell us about how he yearns. tell us what goes through his head when he’s with her

cw: sex work mentioned, reader is bruised, implied abuse

He should be more concerned about you being seen coming to his apartment, especially when you're dressed like that.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you called." You gently close the door with your hip, hands full with a large brown bag and your purse. Your dress is short enough that he's afraid to see you bend over, tight enough that he can't help but watch. "Hope you like take out because I ordered a lot."

He's starving, of course. He's always this ravenous after a big fight, but he's been holding off for you. If he gains the weight and you end up figuring out who he is... he's not sure what the consequences will be. Nothing good could come from seeing an escort, but he can't keep you away.

You stride in like you belong here, placing your things on the coffee table before flashing him a smile. Then, you frown, comically big.

"Tai, baby, you look worse than ever." You reach over to his place on the couch and pinch his cheek. The little pressure aches, but not as badly as his chest does when you sound like that. "Is your nose broken?"

It's fractured up to the ridge, but it'll get healed tomorrow. "Just a little."

"Part of the job, I guess," you say, even though you don't sound convinced. You still think he's a boxer, spending his little winnings on nights with you.

"Don't worry about me." He reaches out and pats your side. "I'm just happy to see you."

You glow at that and Taishiro pretends it means something. He's not naive. He understands this is a business transaction to you, but he still lets himself pretend that this thing between you is something.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" You're already up and walking towards his bedroom. "This dress isn't comfortable."

"Second drawer down." You already know that. The real perk of being so tall and (normally) big is how cozy you look in his clothing. "I'll put on a movie."

"You're the best."

A couple minutes later, you're back, a comically oversized shirt acting as your new dress. Despite himself, he wonders if you're naked under there. He'll never act on it, he'll never expect or ask for sex from you during these little dates, but he can't pretend that his mind doesn't go there, especially when you bend down just like that and your neckline gaps-

A string of dark, uneven bruises trails down your bare chest. You're picking through the bag of food you ordered, none the wiser, but he's watching you, picking the spots that have been painted with concealer; the middle of your throat, a line straight under your jaw of both sides.

"You're bruised too."

You start at that.

"Yeah, well-" you inhale, then pop a dumpling into your mouth. You chew for a very long time, trying to postpone an answer. "Part of the job."

Again, he's not naive. He knows what men do to you, what you do to them. That doesn't bother him; what makes his skin crawl is the thought of their hands, closing a bit too tight, or coming down to make marks-

"It shouldn't be. If anyone's hurting you-"

"It's not like that." Suddenly, you settle down on his lap, feet tucked under one thigh. Your skin smells like saffron and sweetness, a hint of sweat underneath. Upclose, he can see your foundation is thicker than usual, poorly evened up over one cheek. "Here, say 'aw.'"

You hold a piece of food out by your fingers.

"I'm not hungry."

You sniff the air. "That's a lie-- come on, you're too skinny."

He hates and loves your little quirk, the ability to literally sniff out when something is wrong--

His lips close around your fingers for a moment longer than they need to.

"You're sweet." You say. "I wish all of my regulars are as sweet as you."

[mamayan]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Dabi

SWEET: Yan! Dabi x Fem! Darling

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Soft (NSFW)

Head (NSFW)

Wall (NSFW)

Break (SFW but Dark Themes)

Crying Won’t Help (NSFW) ABO

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Brat Tamer (NSFW)

Cold (Yandere Dabi x Darling)

Shigaraki Tomura

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (NSFW/NONCON)

MIND BREAK: (Dark NSFW)

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Part 1: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Part 2: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Foot Fetish

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Game Time (R) (Piss Kink) (NSFW)

Gross (Noncon) (NSFW)

Tenko Shimura HC (NSFW)

Dog (SFW • Drabble)

Manners (Tomura x Fem! Reader x Spinner NSFW)

Spinner

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Soft s/o x Spinner (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Cuddle Me (R!) (NSFW)

Heat Haze (R!) (NSFW)

Manners (NSFW)

Mr. Compress

Gentleman (NSFW)

Overhaul: (I will not accept requests for him!)

Better dead than alive (Dead Dove)

Fatgum

Feel Better (NSFW)

Headcanons

EraserHead (Aizawa)

Cock Warming (NSFW) (Request!)

Aizawa x villain (humor/crack)

Before Bed (NSFW/Request)

Mirio Togata

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Moderation (NSFW) (x Fem! Reader)

Happy Birthday (NSFW)

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Katsuki Bakugo

• Growing Pain (SFW/Hurt/Comfort)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

For Your Safety (Yan! Noncon!)

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[lizzy06]

Toyomitsu Taishiro(Fat Gum) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

100% USDA Lean Beef✨ by  tustinjomimori (oneshot, fluff) Taishiro is Taishiro no matter how skinny he is. But it IS a surprise when you first see him after his fight with Rappa. [COMPLETED]

My First And Last✨ by cxsmicdxst (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Lily Of The Valley✨ by KawaiiBatman (oneshot, flower shop au, fluff) Your hobby for baking, pulls people into your flower shop with the enticing smells of sweets. On this day, it entices your favorite pro-hero.[COMPLETED]

Helpless✨ by DaftLittleOwl(oneshot, hurt/comfort)You can't stop wallowing in this pit, seeing no light at the end of the tunnel before you and yet getting so tired of the dark. Yet, as you keep trekking on, someone shines through the darkness you are surrounded in. He's so kind, so strong and seems to understand without having to pry.[COMPLETED]

Your friendly neighbor Fatgum✨ by  Dawnfighter07(oneshot, fluff)here is a wholesome request, a child of a single mom confuses fatgum with totoro and he just follows him like lost duckling.[COMPLETED]

fat chance!✨ by restwellsoon (oneshot, fluff)You learn about the real history behind bobbing for apples, leading to a sweet encounter / “Our young miss here assigns a name to each apple, usually the names of certain eligible bachelor heroes.”[COMPLETED]

Gazing/tumblr✨ by @nyxdelanuit/NyxDeLaNuit (oneshot, jealousy, childhood friends) Taishiro couldn't stand to see you in another man's arms, but you had been his friend for so long. How could he tell you how he feels now?[COMPLETED]

Big, beautiful and nice / tumblr✨ by @dira333/ Fogfire(oneshot, fluff)Fluffy fic about Single Aunt/Single Mom Reader who starts working at Fatgum's Agency.[COMPLETED]

Everything needs a little work✨ by  Dawnfighter07 (oneshot, angst, fluff) You met Taishiro in school, being high school sweethearts you two married after you graduated. You had the picture perfect marriage really. You two never really fought and you both supported each other in your careers, him being the pro hero he is, and you being a support hero making gear for whoever had enough money. [COMPLETED]

out of reach✨ by @sleepybutwriting (oneshot, fluff)Your tall boyfriend is there to lend a hand when things are out of reach.[COMPLETED]

fatgum x reader✨ by @faulty-writes (oneshot, fluff) the reader has never seen him without his fat and when she does is she doesn't recognize him.[COMPLETED]

Fatgum Doesn't Know How to Flirt by @deleteddewewted (oneshot, fluff) Fatgum is an amazing person but he's not the best at flirting.[COMPLETED]

“just take care of yourself.” by @pinkjeanist (oneshot, insecure taishiro, comfort, fluff)After his doctor tells Taishiro to slow his eating for his health, you start to sit with him while he eats. Talking becomes a good way to distract him, but it soon becomes his path to healing- and surprisingly, it does for you, too.[COMPLETED]

He Protec But He Also Atac by  tustinjomimori (oneshot, fluff) You and Fatgum encounterq a villain while walking home one night. Fatgum does some hero-ing and you help, sorta. There's a cat involved.[COMPLETED]

Sweetheart by PlushRabbit(oneshot, angst, fluff)taishiro and reader gets in an argument and he says something mean to the reader and is extremely sorry for doing so and trys to fix it as best he could.[COMPLETED]

With or without the suit by SpecialN (oneshot, self-confidence issues, strangers to lovers, fluff) With everone else being dressed in their personal best at the party, Fat Gum begins to feel self-conscious about his looks. He tries to let it go, but when he meets you, he decides to impress you by changing into his slim form. If only he knew, you had already developed a little crush on the hero.[COMPLETED]

Seasons In Floral✨ by Hey_Brittannia042 (oneshot, childhood friends to lovers, flower language, fluff) Time and circumstance pulled you apart from your childhood friend. What will it take for you to find your way back?[COMPLETED]

Crush✨ by SheerXFiction (oneshot, fluff) You've got a big fat crush on Taishiro, but little did you know that he had another physical form. That knowledge set your heart over the edge.[COMPLETED]

Fatgum X Reader Coffee shop AU April Writing Peice by Logan_K (oneshot, coffee shop au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort) You work as a barista and Fatgum comes in often and you both flirt a little but it doesn't go anywhere till one night he saves you from your jealous co-worker.[COMPLETED]

A Date? by HeroAssociation (oneshot) Reader just wanted an evening out. She didn't consider Fatgum coming to her rescue.[COMPLETED]

The Sweet Hero! by DeletedDewewted (oneshot, mention of boddy issues, fluff) Fatgum has been coming into your shop almost every week. You appreciated his support but as a pro hero, it was exhausting. You don't see how there was room to squeeze in a new friend such as Fatgum or even a relationship.[COMPLETED]

Fatgum Accidentally Eats You by  nerdelation8 (oneshot, crack lol)What the title says. It’s lighthearted, silly vore, and you’re fine after he vomits you out.[COMPLETED]

A Harsh Meal [Fatgum x chubby fem!reader] ✨ by Zobiiia(oneshot, angst with happy ending, reder has eating disorder) You and Fatgum meet by chance, and you start having a relationship. Everything seemed to be fine, until…[COMPLETED]

Confidence is Only Skin Deep✨ by  Silverphish(friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)your relationship with your best friend is thrown for a loop one day, and you must come to grips with these new circumstances as well as prove to Taishiro that you love him no matter what form the golden-haired young man takes.[COMPLETED]

Such A Lonely Number by  IWillBeTheEndofYou (oneshot, fluff) You can't stay away from Fat Gum. You've caught him looking at you, too. It's just a lunch invitation.[COMPLETED]

Purge by tustinjomimori(oneshot, reader has ED, comfort, fluff) Reader has a secret they're ashamed of. But they also have the best boyfriend in the world.[COMPLETED]

A Shared Umbrella by PlushRabbit(oneshot, fluff) Baker reader x Fatgum!![COMPLETED]

[serxinns]

Yandere Mha x Scarlet witch Reader Part 2

Shout out to @lady-ashfade she helped me on the mount lady part (cause I didn't know her well)

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Hawks(Platonic)

I wanted to make a pt 2 cause why tf not and because I got more confident of doing the others hope ya like it!

•Hawks is more of a fun big brother and always hides Yandere's tendencies from you he doesn't let himself go too far or let you suspect his actions and would quickly reassure you

•he nicknames you scar for short for scarlet which

•Hawks is like a protective big brother he would secretly watch out for you at any time he can get and whenever he's out of petrol or is required to do missions he leaves a feather on ur clothes or in ur bagpsck so u won't notice

•Hawks is obsessive and protective at the same time he loves every single thing about you he loves to spoil you at any time he can get and when he does he always gifted you his merch heck one time he gifted you his own hoodie with his signature on it saying "Love you little gremlin 😘"

•Hawks loves his fans but he's not hesitate to call them out to protect you if his fangirls try to harm you or harass you. One time he saw one of his fangirls push you out of the way and say rude remarks while trying to reach him that made Hawks pissed as hell and the next day the fans were all arrested cause of some rumors he made up

•whenever you tried of your classmates and teachers gushing all over you fighting to get your attention hawks would always swoop down and grab you after school away from ur classmates and teachers while they all glared and cussed him out and takes you to a secret place nobody knows (it can be an arcade, a garden your choice!) and the both of you would have fun until he had to take you back

• The UA teachers hate him and he loves to teach him with it by hugging you kissing you on the forehead and swinging you around in his arm with a sly smirk on his face

Nezu (Platonic)

•Nezu Knew you were special even before when he saw how you beat those robots with ease and now you'll use ur powers to make them explode ur fighting techniques were very creative yet very reckless cause it did caused u to get hurt he got so worried

•Nezu is the type of principal who would call you in the middle of the class for an important meeting when it's just wanting to have a tea and chat

•Nezu is like a fun uncle he's less strict than the UA if you ever get detention or in trouble and have to go to the principal he'll try to comfort you and let you know that ur not in the wrong even if you are at times

He'll let you know that he'll always be there

•Nezu would do a background check on you to make sure you weren't hiding anything

(sorry idk nezu much)

All Might (Platonic)

•All might is a very worried grandpa whenever he sees you hurt he would immediately go to the nurses office and brings you our favorite snacks 1st he has to see izulu hurt now you!? Give this grandpa a break 😭

•All might would be so worried about you fighting or training so he'd ask Aizawa to lighten up the training for u or maybe he trains with you (Which it works kinda )

•whenever you're in the middle of class he would always barge in his big form just to see your cute shocked face

•Hes very clingy so clingy that mic and All might would have a war about it to see how much they know about you

•All Might and Midnight would team up with the rest of the teachers and adults so they can both spend time with you and share you

•All might LOVES to out little cards with praises with his merch on it (he does it to Midoirya too) saying "Good luck superstar!" or "Keep trying" you might seemed annoyed but deep inside it kinda cheered you up a bit

•He would try and secretly set you up with Midoriya like giving him advice about love and giving him the stuff to gift to you he would even be the third wheel to see if your hang-out was going ok

Fatgum (platonic)

•Fatgum LOVES to get you big bear hugs like ALOT of them whenever he sees you he runs up to you and hugs and spin around you

•Fatgum Loves to take you to uncle and niece's fun times he would take you to the carnival if it's around or those summer festivals but when it's not he takes to his and your fav restaurants

•This Dude is protective ASF whenever Fatgum can't be there with you he makes Kirkshima and Tamaki (Yes he's a Yandere too) to watch out for you just in case and promise to protect you

•Fatgum will also help Kirishima to get with you he loves seeing his intern student happy so he teaches Kiri about love and how things are "manly" he also teaches him how to be sneaky and not get caught with his yandere tendencies he teaches tamaki as well and wishes them good luck

•If anyone messes with you this dude will turn from a happy little goofy uncle to a serious threat he will suffocate that person until they turn purple and prob beat them up a bit and after that's done he, Kiri and tamaki would go comfort you

Mount Lady (Platonic)

•Mount lady LOVES to dress you up in the prettiest outfits and make sure you are comfortable with the outfits she chooses she also makes sure u choose as well and when u come out she will praise you like ur a famous fashion star on the runway

•She notices how class 1a and the teachers would always bother you and baby you and get mad (cause she wanna baby you too) so she would take you away with her giant size and walk away she loves seeing you in her big form you're so tiny and adorable!

•Mount lady would convince you to try to play and tease with your classmates you hesitated at 1st but you thought of how overbearing they are and now how clingy and overprotective they are so you agreed

•Mount Lady would teach you how to flirt, Tease and play with your classmate's hearts she would even give u fashion advice

•Mount Lady would go from a sweet gentle mother to a scary Feral mama bear if anyone touches you she wants to be the only one to touch, hug, and cuddle you

•Shes always despise the UA teachers trying to steal you away from her your her cub! And what kind of mama bear would she be if she let those lowlives mess with HER child?

•Mount Lady and Midnight are deadly enemies she hated hates Midnight would always cuddle you and call you Moonbean every time Midnight would get so close she suddenly appeared between the two of you and tried to distract you by getting you excited for ice cream and making you buy it while she has a little talk with midnight she also dislikes mic as well

"Go on little cub go get us ice cream while I deal with this pest~"

Next thing you know they're fighting while you excitedly wait for your favorite ice cream flavor

Should I add Yandere's big 3 if so should they be romantic or platonic?

[kawaiianimekitten]

Masterlist

Mha

Tamaki Amajiki-

Protective! Naga! Amajiki

Summery: Tamaki sends Mirio to keep you company while he goes to go something, but it doesn't go correctly.

Cheater! Tamaki Amajiki

Aftermath

Spoiled (soft yandere)

You refuse to sleep

You get hurt while training (short)

Bedtime (soft yandere)

Lazy day

Headcannons-

Some cute Tamaki headcannons

More Tamaki headcannons

Mentally ill reader

Bakugou Katsuki-

Yandere Bakugou - Safe

Summery: Bakugou babies you a lot, but finally gives you a chance to escape

Bakudeku x reader

Yandere bakudeku x reader

Fatgum agency-

Reader who acts a lot like amajiki who is loud and chaotic once comfortable headcannon

More headcannons of the one above this

Big three

Big three with a Tamaki like reader headcannons

Haikyuu

Kei Tsukishima

Cute Tsukishima headcannons

Obey Me

Lucifer-

He scares you/ accidentily-ish makes you fear him pt 1 pt 2

Mammon-

He scares you/accidentally-ish makes you fear him

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Here's everything I've wrote so far

Requests are open, if anyone has anything they want written ❤️

[imagineanime2022]

Pro Heroes With A Mogwai

Shota Aizawa X Reader, Taishiro Toyomistu X Reader, Rumi Usagiyama X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader.

Requested: Anon

Request: OMG!! Your story of the LOV with a Mogwai was so adorable I loved it. 😍 may I please request one with the pro heroes? I honestly wouldn’t trust Fat gum with the gremlin or Hawks It would’ve been a disaster if one of them broke the rules? But that would be hilarious for the rest of us.🤣 AND OMG, can you imagine the chaos if the heroes (Shota, Fatgum Mirko, Hawks,) had to deal with a Mogwai? Oh my gosh, And they would look to S/O and reader just says “don’t look at me, I warned you about what was gonna happen so technically this is all on you?”😂 they had no idea what they were in for.🤣 AND I’m a little bit curious about how the pro heroes would deal with a gremlin on their side (I guarantee, fat gum, would break the rules by giving him snacks after midnight🤣) but my gosh, Reader did try to warn them, but my goodness just thinking about it makes my head hurt?😂 AND I loved the story about the villains with a Mogwai I thought was adorable😍 but can you imagine the chaos, that the heroes would have had to deal with if they got a Mogwai? they would think it’s cute and adorable but then Reader warned them, and now they have a gremlin on their hands?😂

Shota Aizawa

🐛 Second best at listening to what you said, mostly because he was too lazy to do anything about it and second because his ability made it easy to get rid of him when something happened. 🐛 He was definitely too lazy to break the rules but that didn’t mean that he stopped the little trouble makers from doing it by himself. He has actually watched him from the sleeping bag as he climbed the cupboards and stole food. 🐛 He didn’t mind having the little one around especially after Eri came to live with you, he helped her feel more at ease. 🐛 Just know that if anything ever goes wrong he’s never going to admit that he had anything to do with it or that there was even a problem in the first place.

You had just gone to the shop to grab some things for dinner, you had left Mogwai at home because he was in even more trouble when you had to take him to a shopping center or food market. Aizawa was sitting on the sofa watching Eri on the floor as she practiced reading with the little creature.

Honestly Shota looked away for what felt like a second before Eri gasped, he glanced back to see that she had knocked over the cup of water that she had been drinking from. In all honesty he should have moved it the moment that the little gremlin shuffled over to sit with her but he had been too comfortable on the sofa to actually move and stop the problem before it happened. “Shota… You were supposed to be watching them.” He heard you say from the door as it closed behind you. “You can’t even see them yet, there’s nothing wrong.” Shota grumbled as he activated your quirk, eliminating the problem before you could see it. “You know that I can feel when there’s something going on with him right?” You asked as you walked through the living room and into the kitchen, catching the small giggle from Eri as she stood from where she had been sitting and followed you. “It wasn't Aizawa’s fault, I knocked over the water.” She said and you smiled at her. “Thank you for your honesty, don’t worry everything is fine.” You said as you waved your hand the little Mogwai appeared again and climbed onto her shoulder. “See no problem.” Aizawa said from where he was leaning against the door frame. “Yeah because you would never lie to me.” You rolled your eyes as you started packing everything, and Aizawa walked over to the sink putting the cup in there. “Don’t be like that.” He said softly. “Help me cook and I’ll let it go.” You said. “Fine.” He answered moving over to the sink to wash his hands while you unpacked everything.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

🍭 Third best because you know that he wanted to follow every rule and for the most part he did, there was only one that he struggled with. 🍭 Mogwai realised that he could get food from Tai really easily and that didn’t change after the 12:00am mark since he was often up for a midnight snack or something. Partly because he feels bad and partly because he forgot what you said. 🍭 There’s obviously no way of hiding what he’s done and he never tries to, instead he’ll gently wake you and ask you to fix it. 🍭 It became a routine if either one of you ended up staying at the others apartment.

Taishiro was up again to get a midnight snack and he promised himself that he wasn’t going to wake you up because he wasn’t going to feed the little Mogwai. For the most part he did well, he told him no and quickly ate the snack he had gotten for himself unfortunately in it’s attempts to get to his snack the Mogwai ended up falling in the sink. “Oh no.” Taishiro breathed as he watched the second Mogwai appear. “Stop doing that! We were supposed to let them sleep.”

“Babe.” You heard your boyfriend's voice and groaned. “What did you do this time?” You asked “you fed him again didn’t you?” “No I actually didn’t.” He answered, that made you open your eyes, you glanced at him and you couldn’t help the giggle. “You got him wet?” You asked. “He tried to steal the snack but he fell in the sink.” He explained scratching the back of his head. “I was trying to make sure that we didn’t wake you.” “Aww don’t worry, it’s an easy fix,” you said, concentrating on your ability and bringing the number back down to 1 little monster for you both to deal with. “Did you get your snack?” “Yeah.” Tai answered as he settled back into bed and pulled you into his chest. “Good, get some rest Tai.” You said softly. “You too sweets.” He said burying his face in your shoulder.

Rumi Usagiyama

🐇 Okay so let's be honest she is probably the best out of the bunch when it comes to listening AND carrying them out. 🐇 Rumi has never really wanted a pet or anything akin to it so it’s very much your responsibility, about the only thing that she does is cuddle it. 🐇 The little Mogwai will try and get her to break the rules but she’s not easily manipulated. 🐇 No matter what he asks for she just tells him “ask the carer.”

Rumi was sitting in the living room, she could hear you in the kitchen but her attention was drawn away from the TV to look down at the small creature sitting at her feet. “What?” She asked, it made a noise putting out it’s little paws, she raised an eyebrow before looking at the clock. “Ask the carer.” She answered as you glanced towards the kitchen, the little mogwai made a noise similar to a grumbling child before she picked him up and walked towards the kitchen. “Your child wants something.” Rumi said placing the little creature on the countertop next to you, you glanced at it before looking at her. “Happen to know what he wants?” You asked. “Don’t know, he just stuck his little hands out at me.” She answered. “He wants a snack.” You muttered as you again looked at the clock “Uh huh.” She grunted as you pointed to the small container on the other counter. “Those are his, he can have one.” You said as you continued washing the dishes. Rumi walked over to the container choosing one of the little treats and handing it to the Mogwai on the counter who sat down munching on the treat that he had been given. “You know it’s not that bad having him around.” She said softly as she wrapped an arm around your waist holding you to her chest. “I'm glad that you think so.” You said softly as you started drying off your hands. “Come on, we can all watch a movie or somethin’.” Mirko said as she pulled you back towards the living room scooping up your little Mogwai as she went, insistent on a sort of family time before she headed back to work the next morning.

Keigo Takami

🪶 The worst, 0/10 because he didn’t even listen to you when you told him what the rules were. He looked like he was listening but trust me he wasn’t. 🪶 Literally uses it to get back at you when you have little arguments, or if he really didn’t want to have the argument at hand. 🪶 90% of the time he didn’t cause too much trouble because he worked so much but in the 10% of time that he was home it was chaos. 🪶 He was never the one that had to deal with the incidents that occurred after his reckless behaviour.

You should have known that this would happen, you had left the room to go to the toilet, you had literally been gone for 5 minutes, 10 at most but the carnage that you were looking at made it seem like you had been gone all day. Your eyes moved to your boyfriend where he was sleeping on the sofa, from what you could see his foot had knocked the cup over where the Mogwai had been curled up and now there was a large number of the creatures littering the large living room, so many that you had to be careful where you stood. “What the hell Keigo!?” You asked as you looked at them, he jumped out of his sleep looking around. “What are you yelling about?” He asked. “You wet Mogwai.” You sighed and he looked at you blankly. “Is that one of the rules?” He asked. “Yes!” You answered. “God there are so many rules.” He grumbled relaxingly back into the chair. “There are 3 rules!” You said holding up the same number of fingers “don’t get him wet. Don’t feed him after midnight. Do not shine a bright light on him. Easy.” “What happens if you shine a bright light on him?” He asked. “Don’t you dare, if you kill him because of your curiosity, the world will be needing a new No.2 hero.” You warned him. “Uh huh, fix it and come over here.” He muttered, lifting his hand towards you. “Tch.” You grunted before fixing the problem that he made before walking over to him, you flicked his nose “if I have to tell you one more time, I won’t be staying here again.” “Alright baby.” He mumbled wrapping himself around you as if that would stop you from leaving, you just rolled your eyes and snuggled deciding you have this conversation when he was more awake.

Request Here!!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: AO3 is down & supposedly leading people to a scammy site looking to steal personal info, so for now, these 2 chapters are staying on Tumblr until further notice. It's ALWAYS something, I s2g. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Six: Sex on the Beach.

Keigo swears your ass has never looked better than it does in your perfect, little peach-colored dress. 

He would be lying if he said he hasn't been watching the damn thing bounce and jump beneath your sundress ever since you hit the dance floor. Rumi continuously hyping you up doesn’t make it any better. “Yeeeesss, Y/N!” she screams over the music, just as drunk as you are. “Fuck it uuuuup!” 

You are happy to do so, bending your knees even more and tossing ass like it’s no one’s business. Keigo does his best to not stare, instead trying to focus on the other drunk guests who are worse off with their dance moves.

However, a certain someone doesn’t allow him to do so when he walks up next to him with a low whistle. “Looks like someone is feeling the champagne,” Fatgum chuckles, holding a whiskey glass in his hand. 

“Shit, she’s been feelin’ it for hours now,” Keigo sighs as he and Fatgum watch you buss it to the music, your braids in your face and drink in your hand.

You’ve gathered the eyes of a few men since your second mimosa, including the staff, the DJ, and a few pros who don’t know what’s good for them. They only stopped when Keigo looked at them like he had a Glock in his suit pocket for them if they kept eyeing his friend down. 

He supposes that he should take the blame for your carefreeness though. He loves seeing you completely free of all your worries, especially about your asshole boyfriend.

But he also knows drunk you can get into some trouble. He remembers that one Halloween when you got so drunk at Nemuri’s masquerade party that you nearly made out with someone you thought was Rei wearing the same colored mask. Or that time Dabi whipped you up his own cocktail and had you skinny-dipping in Keigo’s pool. 

He’s had his own fair share of embarrassing, drunk stories though. And plus, seeing you throwing ass and laughing your pretty laugh is much better than seeing you down in the dumps for Rei.

Keigo knew for a fact that the dickhead made you cry earlier. You would’ve never ventured away from the wedding if he hadn’t. Keigo knows you like he knows his favorite book, which means patron shots were definitely the way to ease your broken heart. 

He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t tell you to run the story back for him. He just wanted to see you smile and enjoy today…only those patron shots turned into a chocolate martini and two glasses of mimosas hours later.

He knows he’ll have to scrape you up off the floor later, but if he is forced to do that, plus curb the hard-on struggling against his suit slacks as he watches you dance, he’ll do that. After all, you deserve to be happy. 

He decides to attempt to distract himself again by turning to Fatgum, averting his eyes from the arousing scene. “So how’s it feel to be a married man now?” he asks, nodding at Fathom’s wedding band. “Do you feel any differently?” 

Fatgum looks at him with a happy gleam in his eye. “To be honest with you, Hawks, not really,” he sheepishly replies. "It feels great to finally be married to the one I love more than anyone in this world, but the way I feel for Haruko wouldn’t have changed even without a ring.”

He looks down at his wedding band, a small, adoring smile on his lips. “I guess I thought a ring would’ve made it more real, you know?” 

Keigo doesn’t know. He couldn’t think of knowing…at least that’s what he tells himself. However, the image of you in a wedding dress walking down the aisle is a little too vivid for him. The only one he’s ever loved is you, but none of that could ever see the light of day. It’d ruin everything.

So he gives Fatgum a smile and pretends that he knows exactly what he’s talking about. “Well, if you ask me, it looked real from the very start,” he chuckles. 

Fatgum gives him a grateful smile, a twinkle in his eye. Keigo envies him. How would it feel to feel so deeply about someone who feels the same about you so openly?

Fatgum and Haruko looked so in love today. Every time they looked at each other, even when the other wasn’t looking, Keigo saw nothing but acceptance, adoration, and pure love. It is hard not to be jealous of such a thing. 

“Girls, girls!” Yu suddenly hollers, red in the face and obviously gone off the champagne. She runs onto the dance floor towards you and Rumi, her overexcited behavior causing you to stop dancing. ”Haruko is about to throw the bouquet!”

Keigo looks towards where Yu is pointing and surely enough, Haruko is standing near the snack table where a crowd of women have begun to surround her, just as excited. Something about seeing Haruko, so happy and giggly, in her wedding dress and Fatgum smiling at her with such love in his eyes does something to Keigo.

Fatgum’s haunting words from his bachelor party come back to him, rising out of the fog in his tipsy mind: ’Those bachelor days won’t last forever…’ 

Keigo clears his throat, knowing now is the right time to bare himself to his friend. He turns to him, forcing his wings to not tremble. “Hey, listen; I’m sorry for what happened at your bachelor party…you know, when we were playing pool at the bar. I didn’t–” 

“Stop.” Fatgum’s voice is firm but not unkind. He gives Keigo a reassuring smile, the sunset in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for, Hawks. You have your opinion and I’ve got mine. I’m just glad you’re here and showed up for me as my best man.” He pats Keigo on the shoulder with his big hand. “When Y/N comes down off her high, thank her for coming too.” 

“You’re leaving?” Keigo curiously asks. Fatgum gives him a mischievous smirk. “After Haruko throws the bouquet and I get my hands on that garter, hell yeah. Speaking of which…”

He pulls on Keigo’s arm, walking him farther away from the crowd that has begun to grow around Haruko. “You might wanna stand back.” 

Keigo is glad Fatgum saved him because he definitely would’ve gotten trampled by the slew of screaming guests wanting their chance at catching Haruko’s bouquet.

Among them are you, Nemuri, Yu, and Rumi, excitedly jumping up and down as Haruko turns around to toss the bouquet of flowers behind her. As soon as they go flying, the crowd reacts, jumping as high as they can to catch it.

You prove to be victorious when the bouquet tumbles in the middle of the crowd and you snatch it up, nearly losing a shoe. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” you practically scream, excitedly jumping up and down.

While half of the guests applaud you and the others give you dirty looks, Keigo silently stares at you with the bouquet in your hands. That image of you gliding down the aisle in your wedding dress comes back to him again like a nagging mosquito, pestering him further.

What bothers him even more is the look he’s picturing on your face: so full of love; a mirror of Fatgum’s expression when he looked at Haruko walking down the aisle. It is so vivid that it frightens him. 

“Keigo?” a small voice asks behind him.

The man nearly has a heart attack when he turns around and sees Sakura standing there. He realizes that Fatgum is gone and the bouquet crowd has dispersed, leaving him standing there like an idiot staring at you. God, he's down bad.

“Hey, babe, you’re up!” he chirps, moving to kiss Sakura’s forehead which he notices feels heated and clammy. “Everything alright?” 

Sakura had been sleeping in one of the extra tents for the majority of the wedding after her third glass of champagne. Keigo figured he’d just let her rest while he acted a fool for the rest of the event until it ended.

“I feel awful,” she groans, putting a hand on her stomach. “My nap was interrupted by my stomach. That lobster I ate must not be settling right.”

Keigo’s brain pedals back to Sakura’s plate which consisted of a side salad, pasta, and lobster meat slathered in butter and lemon. “Aw, shit, babe,” he coos empathetically. He moves toward her, wanting to gather her up in a hug. “I’m so-“ 

“Keigo!” Rumi shouts, from the dance floor. She has an empty glass in her hand and is barefoot. “They’re playing your song!”

The song in question is from Rihanna’s ANTI album and the way he watches you twirl your ass and hips around makes him love it even more. His eyes flick back to Sakura’s, feeling horribly guilty and disgusted with himself. He shouldn’t be gawking at a whole other woman, especially his best friend. 

Sakura gives him a reassuring smile, nudging him towards the dance floor. “Go on and have fun. I’ll be fine.” But he refuses, shaking his head. “You won’t be fine to me until I know you’re home safe,” he firmly says, already taking her hand to lead her to the parking lot. “Here, I’ll drive you home. It’s no problem.” 

“But you’re still having fun here,” she protests, slipping her hand out of his grasp. “Don’t let me ruin tonight for you just because I’m feeling sick, Keigo. Seriously, go have fun. I’ll call you when I get in the Uber I’m gonna order.” 

The sound of your high-pitched laugh drifts in the air, making Keigo’s heart pick up speed. Though Sakura is giving him permission to go and have fun, he’d feel even more like a horrible person and boyfriend if he were to listen to her.

“Nah, fuck that,” he huffs stubbornly. As a waitress walks by with a tray of plates and glasses, he snatches up a water bottle and hands it to Sakura. “Stay here for a minute and drink that.” 

He doesn’t wait for Sakura to agree or protest before rushing over to the dance floor where his four friends are still acting up. “Hey, you crackheads gonna leave soon so the cleaning crew can do their job?” he hollers.

You pout at him cutely, a glass in one hand and Haruko’s bouquet in the other. “But the music is still going!” you whine in protest. 

“Only ‘cause you’re still here, baby bird. All four of you.” He nods at you, Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu–all equally as drunk and in need of sleep. “The reception is over anyway. Haven’t you noticed the dance floor emptying out or were you too busy tossin’ out your best stripper moves?” 

You begin to look around in a daze, realizing that the staff is cleaning up and guests are beginning to head to the parking lot. Rumi giggles, nudging her hip with yours. “The birdie’s right, y’all. I noticed the place has been getting kinda dry ever since the cake was sliced and the bouquet was thrown.” 

“Which I’ve still got!” you proudly yell, waving the flowers around. “Which means I’m gonna eventually find a love that I’ll marry and the rest of you single bitches can kiss my black ass.”

You take a handful of your ass in your dress and squeeze it, making the girls giggle and Keigo want to kill himself. Why the fuck do you have to be so goddamn fine? 

“So what do we do now?” Rumi asks. “Just go home and wallow in our depression?” 

“That could be an option,” Keigo chuckles, “but I was suggesting we take this party somewhere else. Preferably a nightclub downtown. Anybody down?”

Your entire face changes as you gape at him at the sound of more partying. “Yes!” you excitedly shout, jumping up and down with your bouquet. “I need to shake my ass some more!” 

Nemuri sighs tiredly, her arms wrapped around Yu’s waist. “As much as I’d love to join, but I need to get this one home.” She smiles at Yu who looks like she’s about to drop, her head against Nemuri’s shoulder. “Plus, I’m in need of my beauty sleep,” she yawns, putting a dainty hand to her open mouth. 

“And I’m in need of finally getting my hands on that guitarist,” Rumi purrs, eyeing the same short-haired, Amazonian woman with the perky ass and dark skin she’s been lying up all day who is currently packing her electric guitar away with the wedding band.

“Say no more,” Keigo snickers. “Guess this is where we say goodnight, ladies?” Nemuri blows him a kiss while Rumi gives him a tight hug. “Try not to get in too much trouble, okay?” she laughs with a wink.

She turns to you, pointing a finger at you. “And you…be careful with that bouquet.” That obviously means for you to be on your best behavior too. You just giggle which gives Keigo the impression that you’ll be doing none of that. 

Once the crew finally disbands for the evening, you come walking up to him, stumbling a bit as you do. Instantly, he grabs your arm and hooks it through his to steady you. He doesn’t need you falling and busting up your (pretty) face. “Soooo when we goin’?” you cutely ask, a small hiccup in your voice. 

“Lemme drive Sakura home and I can drive us there afterward.” He doesn’t say anything else as he escorts you over to Sakura who is still standing in the same spot he left her in. “Got somebody carpooling with us, babe!” he cheerfully states, walking you over to Sakura. She smiles at you, sipping on an ice-cold Ginger Ale can that he definitely didn’t give her. “Where’d you get that Ginger Ale?” he curiously asks. 

“Oh, your friend gave it to me,” she happily replies. “Snipe!” She points over to the snack table where guests are busy stuffing their takeout containers full of leftovers. Sure enough, pro hero Snipe is over there, wearing his mask and a cowboy hat with his navy blue wedding suit, stuffing a container full of shrimp. 

Keigo bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should say something. He’s never had an issue with Snipe and this could’ve been purely innocent, but why he decided to talk to his girlfriend now while he wasn’t with her doesn’t rub him the right way. “C’mon, you two,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around you and Sakura and quickly escorting you away from the wedding. 

The ride to Sakura’s apartment is surprisingly smooth and quick despite it being a Friday night. When he rolls up to her building and parks, he tells you to stay up and walks Sakura up to the steps to the lobby door despite her protests. He stays at the bottom steps, watching over her as she digs into her clutch for her keys. “You sure you’re okay with gettin’ inside?” he worriedly asks.

She looks down at him, the soft glow of the apartment building lights illuminating her pink hair and eyes. I’m perfectly okay with unlocking my own door, babe,” she giggles. “Now go shake your tail feather with Y/N.” 

He cracks a smile at her little joke and gives her a kiss on the cheek before she walks into the lobby. “Call me if you need anything, alright?” he calls after her, only to get a wave in response. When she finally disappears inside the building, he walks back to his car and slips into the driver’s seat.

You’re sitting in the passenger’s seat, feet up on the dashboard, and chomping down on leftover wedding cake. “She okay?” you ask, looking concerned. 

Keigo nods, strapping himself in. “Just a stomach bug; nothing to worry your drunk ass about. All you need to worry about is havin’ some fun with your very best friend.” He pokes at your forehead and laughs when you swat at him. 

“So where are we goin’ anyway?” you curiously ask, a small, excitable smile adoring your glossy, plump lips.

Keigo just grins at you before starting the car. 

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When Keigo finally pulls up to his favorite downtown nightclub, the place is completely packed. 

Clubhouse, one of Keigo's favorite nightclubs, is one of the most high-end places that Musutafu has to offer. Located in a five-star hotel, it comes with the best customer and bottle services, great music, and security guards who take the privacy of pro heroes very seriously, as does the manager.

Keigo knows the guy. He had saved his life after a couple of stupid kids tried to rob the joint a year ago. Since then, he gets free bottle service and a free hotel room if he doesn't feel like flying or driving home after a nightly romp. 

He has spent a few nights at the five-star hotel he pulls up to…okay, maybe more than a few. He’s told you many of these stories that ended in drunk sex and waking up in a hotel suite, not remembering much that happened that night before. You also know he enjoys this spot over others because of the infinity pool they have on the rooftop that you have yet to take a dip in.

Hopefully, tonight, once the liquor starts talking, that will change. 

The club is jumping once Keigo parks in the valet and escorts you inside the five-star hotel. Stretching over three stories high with balconies, stairways upstairs to the bars, and crystal chandeliers, he can see bodies from head to toe. Shadows dance on the walls, illuminated by the strobe lights flashing in time with the pop music blasting from overhead.

He can feel his heart pound and his stomach jump excitedly with the vibrations of the music and the sparklers he sees bottle girls carry with them on trays of the most expensive vodka for parties of four and five.

He is completely in his element while, unbeknownst to him, you feel out of place. “Okaaay, birdie,” he whistles, an easy smile on his face. “So we’re here…now what?”

He turns to you, noticing the frown on your face. “I have no idea,” you admit sheepishly. “It’s like now that I’m sobering up, I’m less hype to be here.” 

Keigo tuts disappointedly, taking your hand in his and ignoring the way his body sings at your touch. “That ain’t no good. Come on.”

He escorts you through the throng of bodies, ignoring the folks who gape and gawk at him. The most he’s gotten here are people begging for pictures and autographs, plus the occasional groupie. But other than that, he’s never had any trouble here. He knew it was the perfect place to bring you to get over your heartbreak. 

He leads you over to the bar and settles down next to you in a booth. “Bartender!” he hollers, waving him over.

The young man turns to him, looking bored out of his mind before he gets a look at Keigo’s face. “Yeah, it’s me, Hawks pro hero number two, nice to meet ya.” He flashes him a big, gigawatt grin. “Listen, can I get a round of tequila shots?” 

The bartender vigorously nods. “And for your girlfriend, sir?” he curiously asks. Keigo almost asks the guy what the hell he’s talking about until he realizes that he means you.

You stare at each other, both shocked. “O-Oh, no, we’re not…” You trail off, your words dying in the tense air around you. Keigo can’t speak, his mouth too dry to do so. “H-He’s just my friend,” you softly stammer. “Just a Sex on the Beach for me.” 

He tries not to let on how much that stung him: he’s just my friend. But that’s what he is, isn’t he? That’s what he's always been.

You go to take out your wallet, but like the good friend he is, he pushes your hand away. “Uh-uh, put it back,” he sternly says. “Your date just left you at a wedding, baby bird. The least I can do is pay for your drink.” 

He pulls out fifty and hands it to the bartender who hurries to get your orders. “I still can’t believe he did that,” you sigh, disheartened. “All I wanted was to try and spice things up for us sexually, and…” You put a hand to your chin, staring off into the distance, your mind somewhere else. 

“So what exactly happened?” he softly asks, trying to pull you back to reality. With him. “If you feel like talking, that is.” 

You surprisingly budge. “I asked Rumi for advice on how to make our sex better, so she suggested either spicing things up with some kinks I enjoy or talking to him about what I like.”

You cross your gorgeous legs on the stool and Keigo has to force himself to keep his eyes firmly on yours. “I’d figured a quickie would’ve been fun, but he wasn’t with it, and my drunk ass took that as an insult, so I asked for a break.” 

“Did you break up with him?” he asks, hoping to God you’ll say yes. Only because Red is such a dickhead. You look away, staring instead at the polished mahogany of the bar. “Not…technically…” 

Keigo scowls at your cryptic answer. “Da fuck’s that mean?” he scoffs, confused. You flush under the strobe lights, tapping your acrylic nails against the bar. “I asked for a break at least until the Gala since he’s so hellbent on getting his award. I didn’t want to distract him from his work.” 

“Distract him?” he parrots, the words tasting sour to him. “Y/N, if he barely has time for you because he’s too busy trying to win a fuckin’ award, then he has no busy dating you, period. He doesn’t even realize what he’s got.”

You smile shyly at his words, but he is being deadass with you. He could’ve shaken you right then. Why don't you understand how special you are?

“So now you’re single…for now, at least?” he questions, doing his best to not sound hopeful or completely interested in your dating life. Your shoulders slump as you cup your cheek in your hand, your pretty lips pouting. “I guess so. Maybe I should just get like Rumi and just sleep with whoever for the hell of it.” 

He smacks the bar, encouraging your sexual liberation. “That’s the spirit!” he encourages. The bartender returns with your drink and the round of tequila shots. “Oh, look; your drink! Be careful with this one. It’s fruity and sweet so you may wanna drink it less like it’s water.”

You do so, sipping slowly on your Sex on the Beach. As soon as the liquid hits your tongue, your eyes adorably widen. “Mmm!” you hum, eyes blown and face written in joy. “Holy fuck, this is amazing!”

You wave down the bartender, animately waving your arm around. “Bartender, gimme another one of these!” Keigo stares at you, doing his best to hold back a grin. “What?” you scoff. “I’m single and sad, okay? Let me have fun!” 

He raises his hands in defense. “I didn’t say anything,” he snickers. He then passes you a shot glass and picks up his own, raising it. “To complicated relationships.”

You nod, giggling tipsily. “And fuck love!” you shout before downing your shot. Keigo does the same, downing his shot and letting the tequila burn his throat before he sucks on the lime it comes with. 

For the next hour, you’re downing shots and sipping on your two Sex on the Beaches like it’s no one’s business.

Of course, Keigo makes sure you take a couple sips of water in between your alcohol splurging, but even he is starting to feel the buzz of the tequila as he gives you side glances here and there, checking you out. Your legs and chest are starting to look way too good, and his cock agrees–he’s been trying to curb the boner he is sporting for the past hour now. 

When you start to feel real good and loose, one of your favorite 2000s Rihanna songs starts playing from overhead, and the vibe in the club completely shifts. You gasp happily, hopping off of your stool. “Oooh, this is my shit!” you squeal, already moving onto the dance floor. “Kei, come dance with me!”

You grab his hand and try to pull him over to the dancing bodies on the floor, but he barely budges. “Nah, but I’ll watch in case I need to drag you out of there.” 

You pout but wave him off and go off to dance alone. He watches you walk away from the sidelines, drinking in how your ass sways and bounces as you strut. When you start to dance, he just about has a heart attack. He can’t keep his eyes off of your hips, legs, or the curve of your back. Not to mention the way you bounce and twirl that ass of yours.

He inhales deeply, doing his best to keep calm, but it feels as if he’s about to explode. How dare you be so fucking sexy? What the fuck is your problem? 

He is so thankful when his phone vibrates in his pocket because he can’t promise he wouldn’t have tried to jump you on the dance floor. He slides his phone out of his pocket and grins at the caller ID, answering it without a second thought. “Well, I didn’t think I’d hear your lovely voice tonight,” he cheerfully says, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Now you got somethin’ to nut to later,” Dabi chuckles in his gravelly, deep tone. “I’ve been told my voice is a panty dropper.” 

“Well, for the chicks who dig chain smokers, sure,” Keigo wittily replies, earning a guttural laugh from Dabi in response. “What are you callin’ me for? You got your perks back?” 

“For my free days, no, and they cut my phone calls short since they’re still investigating that riot.” Dabi sighs, evidentially frustrated. “I got about ten minutes left. You still at the wedding? Where’s Y/N and Rumi at?” 

Keigo turns to you, ignoring the way you swirl your hips or how you’d look on top of him. “Y/N, it’s Dabi on the phone!” he calls to you over the music before speaking to Dabi again. “We left and we’re at a club. Rumi couldn’t hang, so it’s just me and Y/N.” 

You skip over to him, your gorgeous titties bouncing and braids swaying down your back. “Dabi!” you scream into the phone, no doubt taking Dabi’s eardrum out. “Oh, my God, Dabi, I miss you soooo much! You’re such a dick for not bein’ here!” 

“Jesus, girl, you’ve been drinking?” Dabi questions. Keigo pictures him rubbing at his ear that you just screamed into.

You giggle hysterically, nodding despite him not being able to see you. “Yes, sir! Since the reception ended!” When the music transitions to Beyoncé’s Virgo’s Groove, you just about have a heart attack. “Kei, you have to dance with me! They’re playing Renaissance tracks!” You tug on his arm to no avail before running back to the floor like a fire lit under your ass. 

“She’s on the dance floor now,” Keigo sighs. “The girl is a fuckin’ wreck tonight.”

Dabi chuckles into the phone. “I’m guessing things didn’t go well with the bum she’s been laggin’ around?” It isn’t a secret that Dabi hates Rei’s guts too; he’s just more open about it because Dabi doesn’t give a fuck. 

“I’ll let her tell you, but to put it bluntly, yeah,” Keigo replies. “So now she’s here, single with her back and legs out.”

That back where he’d love to run his tongue down your spine, caressing the soft skin that contrasts with his own. And those legs that he wants wrapped tight around his waist as he strokes the gummy walls of your pussy, pushing you further into euphoria until you explode all over him. 

Dabi snorts to himself, finding Keigo’s dilemma funny. “So which do you want?” he asks. “The back or the legs?”

Keigo blushes red, glad for the dimness of the club. “Shut up,” he growls. “You know I’m seeing someone right now.”

Dabi scoffs at this, calling it bullshit as he usually does. “Someone you barely talk about and that I’m sure you barely think about. When the fuck are you gonna bite the bullet and stop beating around the bush with her, man?” 

Keigo pinches the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want a lecture. Not right now. “Dabi, you know better than anyone why I can’t do that. We’ve been friends since middle school. I can’t just tell her all of that shit. Plus, Y/N is in a vulnerable space right now. I’m just here to comfort her.”

He would never forgive himself if he let his dirty thoughts make a horrible decision for him and possibly ruin your friendship. 

He looks at you now to ensure you’re okay, but is utterly confused and alarmed to find someone from the crowd watching you too. He wears a button-down that is way too tight for him and stands a good foot taller than Keigo. His eyes are lecherous and greedy as he watches you move to the music like water, your moves effortless and enchanting.

“Kei, you there?” Dabi asks. “Bitch, you’d better not have hung up on me.” 

Keigo doesn’t answer, too hyper-focused on the wolf stalking its prey. That prey being you, his beautiful best friend. Once he sees him move through the throng of people to get you, Keigo is bothered. "Hold up, Dabs. I’ve gotta go.” 

“Someone’s tryna shoot their shot at her, aren’t they?” Dabi asks, not even needing any confirmation. He just knows Keigo like that. “Send a picture to me when you’re done with ‘em.”

Keigo hangs up without replying and immediately stalks onto the dance floor. As he does, he watches the stranger brush your waist much to Keigo’s dislike. You jump and turn to him, looking alarmed despite his big grin. Your mouth moves to say something, probably a polite decline to his offer, but the stranger continues to push and even takes your hand in his. 

Keigo is seeing red. How dare he touch you? When he is finally a foot away from you, he starts to hear your conversation in full. “C’mon, baby, what’s the problem?” the stranger asks, still wearing that stupid, predatory smile. “You’ve been dancing like you need something in you anyway!”

You glare at his nasty words, your hand balling into a fist. “I told you I’m not interested,” you snarl at him, yanking your hand free. “Leave me alone.” 

The fucker still doesn’t take that as an answer and continues to bother you, and Keigo. “Can’t I just get one dance?” he asks. He even pushes up on you, trying to take your hand again.

You’ve just about had it and roughly shove him back away from you. “I said leave me alone, asshole!” you snap at him, alarming the rest of the club hoppers surrounding you. The man’s face is written in annoyance before it morphs into a rage that is only caused by rejection. 

There is no doubt in Keigo’s mind that this man will possibly hurt you. He steps in before he can be proven right. “Hey,” he sternly says, his tone on the edge of a warning. He wedges himself between you and the man, his wings blocking you from his angered view. “She said to leave her alone. I suggest you listen.” 

The man’s eyes widen in recognition and then he begins to laugh. “You’re with him? Hawks?” He says it like he can’t believe it, even laughing to himself. “Shit, I didn’t know you were his already!” he guffaws despite your discomfort.

He goes to pat Keigo on the arm but Keigo dodges his touch. “Hey, man, you’ve got a loyal bitch on your arm. You really must be paying good for that pussy.” 

That’s all it takes for Keigo to lose his cool. All self-control begins to unravel and he feels himself shifting from the cool, calm, and collected Hawks into someone else. Someone who is less willing to reason or let things go.

His wings, glowing crimson red in the strobe lights, puff up and ruffle as if someone is running their hands through them and his eyes go dark.

You, the asshole, and every single witness surrounding him react with shared alarm, realizing that what may take place on the dance floor tonight won’t be a friendly dance battle. 

Keigo begins to close the gap between himself and the man until their noses are nearly brushing. The man is too afraid to move.

“Listen, dickhead,” he growls, his voice dangerously low. “you caught me on a good night since a friend of mine just got married, but lemme give you some advice: you shouldn’t talk like that about people you don’t know, especially women. You best realize who the fuck you’re talking to.”

His feathers ruffle once more, making the man flinch. “I think you need to leave ‘cause you’re startin’ to really piss me off,” he whispers sinisterly. 

Before the man can reply, Keigo moves away and takes your hand in his, about to whisk you away from the BS. Whether he felt embarrassed and is trying to save face, or because he likes ruffling Keigo's feathers, the asshole speaks again.

“I can see why you went for her in the first place,” he cackles. “I’d kill to take that body home with me.” 

Keigo stops, his body tense. Your hand grips his and he looks down at you, seeing how big your eyes are. ‘Don’t,’ they read.

He is willing to listen and let this shit go for you...until the dickhead opens his mouth yet again. “Just don’t let her out of your sight!” the man yells. "Bitches like her always go for the next dick.” 

Then all Keigo sees is red like a bull and goes haywire. He zooms past everyone and everything at the speed of light and is on top of the man immediately. The crowd shouts in shock and disperses as he lays one fist after another in the man's face, drawing blood from his lips and mouth.

“Keigo!” you shout, your voice high and shrill with fear. “Keigo, stop it!” 

He ignores you, too focused on making the man feel pain for the nasty things he said. For being disrespectful. “I just said to watch your fuckin’ mouth,” he snarls through gritted teeth. “You know who the fuck you’re talkin’ to? That’s my fuckin’ friend, you stupid bitch.”

His voice is low––lower than he’s ever heard it before. He doesn’t think he has ever been this angered before at anyone. But this asshole crossed the line. He doesn’t play about any of his friends, but especially you. You’re different. 

His fist continues to collide with the man’s nose again and again until he hears a crunching nose followed by a gurgle of pain. Blood splatters onto Keigo’s shirt but he doesn’t care.

He can’t stop even if he wants to. It’s like a blood-thirsty switch has flipped inside of him.

He suddenly feels your hands on his shoulders, yanking on him tightly. “Keigo, please stop!” you beg, trying in vain to pull him off. “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” 

“What’s going on here?” a booming voice demands. Keigo is suddenly yanked off of the bloodied man by two large hands belonging to a security guard. He scowls at the asshole and Keigo, looking pissed that he has been bothered with this.

Keigo yanks himself out of his grasp and takes your side. “This prick was harassing my friend after she told him to leave her alone,” he growls, still staring at the asshole like he wasn’t finished with his face…and he wasn’t. 

Though the man is bleeding profusely from his nose and his busted lip, and his eyes are completely swollen, the guard is taking no mercy on anyone. “She can stay,” he says, nodding at you before scowling at Keigo and the man. “But you’re both gonna have to leave.” 

The man gapes at the guard, anger written across his busted face. “But he–”

Before he can protest, the guard takes hold of him and practically drags him towards the exit. “Hey!” he shouts. “Get off of me! I have rights!”

His shouts fade into the music as he is swallowed by the crowd that now stares in utter shock at Keigo. His anger has now faded, replaced with a feeling of discomfort and exhaustion at being around so many people. 

He turns to you, grabbing your hand. “Come on,” he whispers, already pulling you off the dance floor and towards one of the exits. He pushes it open, leading you two out into the side valet where he is sure his car is. He lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding as he presses his back against the club wall, letting the cool air caress his sweaty skin.

“A-Are you okay?” you suddenly softly stammer, as if afraid to speak. 

Realizing what just happened, he quickly returns his attention to you and ensures himself of your safety. “I should be askin’ you that,” he replies worriedly. “You alright? He didn’t hurt you?” You quickly shake your head, still looking shaken by the whole ordeal. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I almost lost it there.” 

Actually, he did lose it completely, but he didn’t kill the guy, thank God. He takes his hands in yours, squeezing them. “I just care a lot about you,” he softly confesses, not sure why he says it so secretively and blushes when he does.

Immediately, he releases your hands and adverts his gaze though you continue to stare at him. He feels as if you’re staring straight through him into his soul, examining all of his secrets and words left unsaid. 

“Kei…” Your words are soft, your name no more than a whisper on your lips. Keigo tenses, afraid of what may come next. However, nothing could possibly prepare him for what comes out of your pretty mouth next. 

You stand in the moonlight, looking like a damn Goddess that he almost forgets you’re you–his very best friend. “Do you wanna come swimming with me?” you softly ask, your words nearly getting swallowed up by the muffled music and Friday night traffic. 

But Keigo hears you loud and clear. And unbeknownst to you, you could’ve asked him to go to the goddamn moon with you, and he’d say yes. 

[prpfz]

🐌 Hello! I am 20 and I write maybe 200-400+ words, depending on the scene. Rarely less, sometimes more. I’m pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing. And I’m looking for other 18+ that can write about the same.

I’m looking for people interested in My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, and Ghost of Tsushima related roleplays. I’m open to both ccxoc and ccxcc. For ccxoc I would prefer doubling (and I’m open to write cc’s outside the ones listed, though my characterisation might not be great), but I’m pretty flexible. All characters are 18+. 

I’m open to most pairings (I’m very selective when it comes to mxf where I play the f, though), with a slight preference for anything queer and anything poly. I’m also weak for rarepairs, just in general. And I’m open to nsfw as long as it serves a purpose for the story. 

When it comes to plot, I’m open to most things, canon-verse or AU. I have a few very vague plot ideas and AUs I’d be interested in, but again I’m pretty flexible. In general, I’m big on hurt/comfort, trauma recovery, complex relationships, gray morality and way too many other things. I’m also weak for some good action. And I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics.

My muses / The characters I’m interested in writing:

(italics for ones I’m especially interested in using, () for ones I’m a bit more hesitant with)

My Hero Academia (fully caught up on everything) Bakugou , Iida Tenya , ( Tokoyami ) , Kaibara , ( Shinsou ) , Ashido , Asui  , Uraraka , Jirou , Tokage , Hatsume , Present Mic , ( Eraserhead ) , Hawks , Fatgum , Thirteen , Midnight , Miruko , Mt. Lady , Ragdoll , Iida Tensei , Giran , Magne , 

Haikyuu (fully caught up on the anime, currently reading the manga. I don’t have a lot of experience writing for the fandom) Nishinoya , Tanaka Ryuunosuke , Kageyama , Hinata , Tsukishima , Ukai , Tanaka Saeko , Yachi , Kyoutani , Iwaizumi , ( Kuroo ) , Bokuto ; Tendou

Ghost Of Tsushima Jin ; Yuna ; Masako ; Tomoe ; Fune ; Kenzo

give a like and anon will get back to you

[darkrpfinders]

🐌 Hello! I am 20 and I write maybe 200-400+ words, depending on the scene. Rarely less, sometimes more. I’m pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing. And I’m looking for other 18+ that can write about the same.

I’m looking for people interested in My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, and Ghost of Tsushima related roleplays. I’m open to both ccxoc and ccxcc. For ccxoc I would prefer doubling (and I’m open to write cc’s outside the ones listed, though my characterisation might not be great), but I’m pretty flexible. All characters are 18+. 

I’m open to most pairings (I’m very selective when it comes to mxf where I play the f, though), with a slight preference for anything queer and anything poly. I’m also weak for rarepairs, just in general. And I’m open to nsfw as long as it serves a purpose for the story. 

When it comes to plot, I’m open to most things, canon-verse or AU. I have a few very vague plot ideas and AUs I’d be interested in, but again I’m pretty flexible. In general, I’m big on hurt/comfort, trauma recovery, complex relationships, gray morality and way too many other things. I’m also weak for some good action. And I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics.

My muses / The characters I’m interested in writing:

(italics for ones I’m especially interested in using, () for ones I’m a bit more hesitant with)

My Hero Academia (fully caught up on everything) Bakugou , Iida Tenya , ( Tokoyami ) , Kaibara , ( Shinsou ) , Ashido , Asui  , Uraraka , Jirou , Tokage , Hatsume , Present Mic , ( Eraserhead ) , Hawks , Fatgum , Thirteen , Midnight , Miruko , Mt. Lady , Ragdoll , Iida Tensei , Giran , Magne , 

Haikyuu (fully caught up on the anime, currently reading the manga. I don’t have a lot of experience writing for the fandom) Nishinoya , Tanaka Ryuunosuke , Kageyama , Hinata , Tsukishima , Ukai , Tanaka Saeko , Yachi , Kyoutani , Iwaizumi , ( Kuroo ) , Bokuto ; Tendou

Ghost Of Tsushima Jin ; Yuna ; Masako ; Tomoe ; Fune ; Kenzo

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[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Once I Had Wondered What Was Holdin' Up The Ground (but I can see that all along love it was you all the way down)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oSyU3l2 by bigfootsghostwriter “Red,” crackled through the coms. Bakugou. Kirishima breathed again. In, and out. Weathering the storm. Bakugou was talking to him. “Don’t even think about responding to that, you better keep holding up this fucking building or I’ll crumple it on top of you myself.” He was buying Kirishima time, listening to the other hero offered at least moments of reprieve. Bakugou had clocked everything about his situation, down to the fact that he couldn’t answer another question without losing his focus. “What do you say you and me get some food after this, huh?” Sound once again sparked into his ear. He could hear the background noise of sirens, the slight chatter of maybe news reporters. “There’s this new place I’ve been wanting to check out.” Then, slightly quieter, as is Bakugou had shifted away from his com, “If Uravity doesn’t hurry the fuck up I’m blasting through. I’m not fucking joking Deku, I am about to bring this building down.”   Or, Kirishima gets stuck underneath a building. Bakugou comforts his Atlas. Words: 1957, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Mentioned Rock Lock - Character, Mentioned FatGum - Character, Mentioned Gang Orca - Character Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Third Year Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Villains, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Quirk Exertion, Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Fluff, Minor Injuries, blood mention read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oSyU3l2

[rowan-sins]

Unknown Event Hurt/Comfort

Fatgum x Reader

Trigger warning under read more

Author’s note: I’M SO FUCKING GLAD THIS IS DONE THIS WAS MY LAST QUEUED COMMISION. I’M GOING TO GO EAT PEROGI’S AND ENERGY DRINKS AND CRY OVER SOMETHING TOTALLY RELEVANT TO THIS FIC

Trigger warning: police being bastards, reader is crying (not panic attack but very shaken), hawks slander

Fatgum’s heart started racing as he heard his phone ringing through the locker room of his hero agency. His day had just ended, and he was exhausted, the kind that ached down to his bone, but all he heard was the special ringtone he had for the Tokyo police department.

The Xylophone chimes, despite being an extremely relaxing sound for most, never failed to make his heart beat out of his chest and his stomach fly into his throat. Just hearing it made his adrenaline rush. Carefully, as not accidentally drop the towel around his waist and scar poor Kirishima and Tamaki for life, he rushed across the room and fumbled with answer the phone.

“Hello, Fatgum speaking,” he said, when he heard static at the other end of the line he continued, “what kind of emergency requires you to call me an hour after my patrol on my personal cell-phone?”

“It’s me,” you said into the phone, your voice sore and tired, “it’s me babe.”

The situation only got worse from here, it seemed. He felt the towel slipping and pulled it back up before he scared his poor interns for life. He tucked the phone between his head and his ear and used his now free hand to gesture the two of them out of the room. He’d like privacy for the rest of what was about to transpire. “What the hell are you doing at the Tokyo Police Station?”

“I… um,” you pause, he can hear the gulp of air you make as you try to stay calm, “I need you to come pay my bail. I understand you’re probably still working, it’s only six o’clock in the evening-“

“It’s eight-thirty,” Fatgum corrects, “how long have they been holding you?”

He hears you choke up and his heart breaks, “since four.”

“They’ve held you since four and didn’t give you you’re phone call until now?” He asks, infuriated.

“Yeah, the put me in this metal room and asked me a whole bunch of questions about-“

“Did you answer them?” He asks. He knows you didn’t do anything, you’d never do anything, you were one of the sweetest, peaceful people he knew. Your hands were far to soft, fragile even, to do anything that’d land you in an integration room. You were incapable of causing trouble, between your gentle personality and lack of quirk. If anything, you were often on the receiving end of it, like right now.

“No-“

“Don’t tell me anything else until I get there.” He interrupts. “How much is it?”

“130,000 yen.”

“God, I’m about to-“ he pauses, knowing full well this line is monitored. “I’m on my, I’m taking the company car, honey.”

It’s not long before he leaves the locker rooms, hair still dripping wet but in civilian clothes. “Do you boys need a ride to the U.A. dorms?” He asks out of consideration. He knows they’ll take the bus, it runs for another three hours and they’ll get home just fine even without.

“We’re good, thank you Mr. Fatgum,” Kirishima answers.

“Okay well I have to go handle a personal emergency, if you need anything my secretary is more than capable of handling any issues that arise. Ask her if you need anything.” And with that he was off. They’d never seen him move so quickly off the battlefield, they noted.

He was in the car, keys in the ignition and foot on the gas pedal before the door was all the way closed. He clutched his steering wheel at every red-light, and in a fit of frustration turned the radio off all together, jamming the on/off button in a fit to get it to stop playing Super Bass by Nicki Minaj.

He made sure he parked the car in one of the guest spots before walking into the station, where several officers enthusiastically greeted him. He kept his face in a stern line, and between him being in a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, and the way they’d never seen him don a more serious face, they knew something was wrong.

“Where is she?” He asked when the police chief came out to see him.

“Where is who?” The police chief answered.

“My partner. You unlawfully held her for over four hours,” he answered. Seethed would be more accurate but the BMI hero doesn’t seethe. He doesn’t hiss words through his teeth and he doesn’t cross his arms over his chest, knowing full well that the muscle under it was enough to lift a car. But here he was.

You were escorted out by the two officers shortly afterwards. It was like you were waiting around the corner, waiting for the police chief to signal your release off-handedly. As soon as your handcuffs were off, you ran into your boyfriend’s arms, embracing the safety and warmth of his hug.

It wasn’t long before you were being escorted off the premises by him. They didn’t even make him pay your bail, it was as if they knew they’d fucked up as soon as they saw him. You sat in the passenger seat of the car, trying to unpop the power button of the radio so you could listen to something. Anything. This silence was killing you.

“What’d you do?” Fatgum asks softly. Quietly, even. The hurt in his voice was worse than the stagnant silence from before. You wish you could go back to it.

“They accused me of a jewelry store robbery.”

Fatgum looked genuinely shocked. “Pardon?”

“Yeah, that was my reaction when they put me in quirk cancelling cuffs and accused me of all of this stuff.” You threw both your hands on the dashboard, to hold you upright so you didn’t curl in on yourself. “Explained how I “used my quirk” to slip through the walls and grab the jewelry and leave. Said they got my face on the security cameras.”

“And you said they’d held you unlawfully since four?”

“They snagged me off the side of the road on my way back home from work,” you clarify, “just pulled over, pulled me into the cop car and drove off with me, I thought I was being kidnapped.”

Fatgum’s large hand took up a good portion of both your knees, however the large thumb rubbing circles into it was more than welcome, familiar even.

“And you told them you were quirkless,” he asked.

“Yes. They said I was lying.”

“And they didn’t check your medical records?” He asks.

“I think they only let me make the call after they searched my wallet, and saw no quirk on my ID and the photo of you I keep opposite.”

His eyes brighten. “You keep a photo of me in your wallet?!” He’d completely forgotten the situation at hand.

“Yeah,” you say sheepishly, “I keep it opposite my ID so whenever I close my wallet we’re kissing.”

Fatgum’s heart melts into his chest. “Shucks, sweetheart,” he finally manages out of his mouth, “let’s go home, and order some takeout.”

You smile softly. “I managed to get a coupon for KFC, if you wanna stop by there on the way home.”

He makes a face. “And run into hawks? No way!”

[newtthetranswriter]

Word count: 1703

Paring: Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fatgum) x Transmasculine non-binary reader

Summary: Being transgender and working with idiots can be really hard, but luckily you have the softest boyfriend ever.

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, talk of binding, people being dicks, mentions of food, let me know if i missed anything that should be a warning.

A/n: So little background, one this takes place shortly after the Shie Hassakai raid, so Taishiro is in slim form. Two I wrote this because recently at work I’ve been having a lot of trouble with people misgendering me even after having conversations with management about my identity. It's getting better but still feeling kinda shitty. Anyway, enjoy this comfort fic and let me know if you like it. Also, requests are open just check my rules and character list and feel free to ask for anything.

    Today was by far one of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. I just wanted to go to bed and not get up for anything. I spent the entire day at work being misgendered by coworkers, and customers, this really did a number on my gender dysphoria and self esteem. Every Time I was called ma'am, or heard someone refer to me as her or she I felt like all of the work I have done to pass as masculine was for nothing. I know I shouldn’t let these things get to me because people can be dicks but it still really hurts, especially when I've told coworkers multiple times that my pronouns are they/them or he/him, and they keep ignoring my wishes.

     My only relief is when I get to go home to my lovely partner Taishiro Toyomitsu. We’ve been together for the past couple of years and he has been supportive the entire time. He has been with me since before I started transitioning and didn’t even bat an eye when I finally came out and decided to transition. Tai always knows what to say when I’m having a bad day, and supports me in every way that he can. I don’t know where I would be If I didn’t have him.

     That’s why I was so relieved to arrive home to find him relaxing on the couch with take out from our favorite restaurant down the road. It’s like he knows when I’m having an off day before we even talk. I took my shoes and coat off, setting them by the door before plopping down on the couch leaning on his shoulder. While I enjoy the warm cuddles I get from him when he’s in his fat form, I enjoy being able to lean on his shoulder without struggle. 

      “Hey dumpling, you want to talk about it, or just eat dinner?” Tai asked as he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

      “Food first, I just want to relax with you.” I was not ready to talk about my struggles of the day yet. He just nodded and reached for a take out container with teriyaki salmon and noodles, handing it to me with a pair of chopsticks. I gladly accepted it, ready to enjoy a meal with Tai.

      Before we could get too far into eating, Taishiro sat up from his current box of rice with a look of reliastion on his face. “You didn’t take off your binder.” He turned to me. I turned away slightly because I know what he was gonna say, sure he’s right I just can’t handle that right now. “Hey, I know you don’t want to, because of whatever happened today. But it’s for your own safety, I don’t want you hurting from wearing it too much. Tell you what, if you go take it off now you can wear one of my hoodies, and while you’re doing that I will put on How to Train Your Dragon cause I know it’s one of your favorites.” Tai encouraged me to go take off the constricting fabric.

       I nodded begrudgingly, before getting off the couch to find the giant hoodie I had claimed as my dysphoria hoodie. It took me a minute to get my binder off and get the hoodie on, making sure to stretch out my shoulders and cough to help expand my lungs after 8 hours of compression on my chest. Once I felt somewhat comfortable, I made my way back out to the living room. “Happy now?” I said as I watched my boyfriend finish what I assume is his third box of rice judging by the empty containers stacked at the end of the coffee table. He looked up at me with rice stuck to the outside of his mouth, he smiled at me and nodded. I sat down next to him picking my food back up and playing the movie.

       After about three hours, an entire table’s worth of food, and two How to train Your Dragon movies later, I was faced with a discussion I still didn’t want to have. “You should really talk about what happened at work. I know you don’t like talking about your struggles, but you can’t bottle it up all the time, dumpling.” Tai said, pulling me into his side.

       I nodded but took a minute to respond. “It’s just so difficult. I work so hard to look the way I want to and people just ignore it. They just assume because I have a higher pitch voice that obviously I’m a chick. I just wish people would take in more than one feature of a person before making assumptions, or ask before calling people something.” I began ranting, and like every other time I’ve needed to vent Taishiro just listened, rubbing my back. “I hate that I’ve explicitly told people ‘hey I’m non-binary and prefer these pronouns’ and they straight up ignore it. If I didn’t need this job I would probably quit. And I know what you’re gonna say, yes technically we could comfortably live off your salary as a pro, but I can’t sit around all day. I need to do something and not be cooped up all the time. I just wish there was a way to get people to pull their heads out of their asses and be respectful.” It felt nice to get that off my chest, I truly did like working and being out of the house, but dealing with assholes is so draining.

       Taishiro didn’t immediately respond knowing that it was necessary and just pulled me closer. It may not have been long since he used up his fat stores but I could tell he was steadily building it back. He was becoming less lean and softer. I was always in awe of how much he changed because of his quirk, it honestly made me slightly jealous and that thought led me into another rant. “Uhg, I'm so jealous of you sometimes you know. You have such an amazing quirk, you get to save people and they respect you no matter what. They don’t look at you and assume you’re lazy because of your fat form, they don’t treat you differently when you expel the energy from your body and become skinny. No matter what to people you are the BMI hero Fatgum. But when people look at me, I’m just some chick trying to pretend to be a guy. If only I had a quirk that let me change how I looked, I would be able to look how I want when I want and I wouldn’t have to wait ages to get approved for surgeries to make me feel comfortable in my own body. Hell if I even just had a quirk people would probably respect me more.” I finish slightly out of breath.

       I heard a sigh from above me and looked up at Taishiro. “Don’t say that. People respect you plenty. Plus you’re perfect the way you are. You are so much braver than most of the pro heroes I’ve worked with. You face the world everyday with a smile on your face even when you feel less than perfect. You treat everyone with respect even when they don’t really deserve it. And yes people will look at me no matter what and see Fatgum the BMI hero, but only you look at me and see Taishiro. You’re the only one who knows how frustrating it is for me to find clothes because of my size, or how tired I get after using up all my fat. You are the only person I want to see when I’m eating a grocery store worth of food in one sitting because it’s not a pretty site and I know you won’t judge me. The people love Fatgum because he can save them and not break a sweat, they love that in dire situations he goes from an 8 foot ball to a 6 foot lean attractive person. Being able to change how you look can be great but it can also be a pain. I wouldn’t want you to change the way you look just so other people stop being dicks. If you want to change the way you look, do it because that's what you want. And I’ve told you before I’ll pay for anything you want, if you’re tired of waiting for approval for top surgery I’ll gladly pay for it. If you want to quit your job because people are assholes, quit your job.” He went on his own rant trying to get his point across. “ And before you say it, if you quit your job you can come be my assistant at the agency, help me with paperwork and talk with Amajiki and Eijiro cause I know how much you care for those two.” He added on. We had talked about it before and I had always turned down the offer, but with how stressful my current job is it would be nice to work with people who actually respect and care about me.

      “Okay, I guess I’ll come work with you. It has been a while since I talked with the boys. I’ll put in my two weeks tomorrow.” He gave me his signature smile finally glad that after years of trying to get me to work with him I agreed. “Also thank you for listening and cheering me up. I love you so much Tai. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek before standing up to head to the bedroom for the night.

      Before I could get too far he pulled me back down to the couch, giving me a kiss on the lips. “I love you too, Y/n. I truly am proud of you, whenever you need to talk I’m always here for you.” Tai said before letting me up and following me to bed.\

      There may be bad days where it feels like nothing is going right but at least I know I have the most supportive boyfriend ever to help me through it.

[adminbryantsaki]

Chapter One: Introductions pt.1

(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups.  I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)

(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.) Prologue ~ Chapter Two

Wc: 1,950 Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder).

Ch. 1 Introductions.

He led me to his apartment where he showed me the room where I would stay with him. The room was decently sized to fit a full-sized bed, a dresser, a desk, and a closet. I looked around the room and laid on the bed, giving the hero a smile of approval. “I’m glad you like it. We can go shopping for some clothes later, if you’d like.” He suggested. I nodded and sat up on the bed.

I turned my back to him to look out the window that was by the foot of the bed. I heard Fatgum audibly gasp. “What happened to your back? It looks like it was torn up by something.” He asked. I could hear his footsteps enter and walk across the room and I could almost feel his hand hover over my back but I pulled away and turned to face him. “Someone tore up my back. The wounds are from me successfully escaping a toxic Alpha. There was a Beta as well but the mark faded. The Alpha tore the marks out of my back before I ran and opened a portal to this universe.” I explained as I stared out the window looking down at the lively city below.

“I’m sorry that happened. Can I at least bandage you up? Or take you into the hospital and have one of the nurses wrap you up there?” He asked. “No hospitals. I already am foreign to this world. I don’t need the cops at your door because of me. As much as I appreciate your offer to bandage me up, I just need to soak in a bath for a while and I’ll be good.” I told him and looked up at him. “Alright. I’ll have one of my friends come over and drop off some clothes for you. I don’t think I have anything in your size. You just wait here and I’ll draw up a bath for you, okay?” He offered. “That sounds good. Also, some food might be good too if you don’t mind.” I asked. “I can do that. Anything sound good to you?” He asked. “May I have macaroni and cheese with chicken tenders? I haven’t had a good meal in a while.” I told him as my stomach growled. “Sure. You can make yourself at home. I’ll call my friend and get that bath running for you.” He spoke and left the room. I took a couple minutes to let out some emotions, knowing that I was now in a safe place, where no one could hurt me. I left the bedroom to go check out the rest of the house. There was a main room was built like an A-frame that connected the bedrooms and bathroom to the living area, kitchen, and office area all together. The area seemed to be bright, warm and inviting to the eye. Out in the middle of the main room was a sunken seating area where the entertainment system was, and where Fatgum was sitting, waiting for me to come out and he was on the phone with someone. “Alright, thank you. See you in a bit, Midnight.” He spoke and hung up. He looked over at me and stood up. “I’ll show you to the bathroom so you can clean up and get some fresh clothes on.” He told me and led me to the bathroom and showed me how to use the faucet and where the towels were and that a friend of his would be by in a bit to help me with some clothes and to dress my wounds as he thought I wouldn’t be comfortable with him seeing me without clothes on. I thanked him and waited until he was out of the bathroom before I locked the door and stripped down, hissing as the fabric brushed over the open wounds on my back and setting the scrapped clothes to the side before, I eased my wounded body into the tub, slowly sinking down until my body was covered with the warm water all the way up to my neck, so my head was above the water. The bathtub was quite large, i guessed it was specially made to accommodate for Fatgum’s size. But I pushed that thought to the side and let my mind clear of any thoughts or worries as I focused on my injuries, focusing the water to the injuries and letting them heal the wounds over so they wouldn’t be so sensitive when something would brush against them or air would flow over them. I held back my screams of pain as the flesh regrew itself over my shoulders until the pain was too much and I passed out. I only woke up when someone was knocking on the door and a woman’s voice sounded from the other side. “Bryant? Are you okay in there? I’ve come with some fresh clothes and bandages.” She spoke. I panicked and got out of the bath quickly, catching myself before I slipped and fell to the ground. “Sorry! I fell asleep in the bath. Before I let you in, I’d like to know your name.” I spoke. “Oh, my name is Nemuri Kayama. But you can call me Midnight or Nemuri, whichever you wish. Taishiro called me to come over and help you out, Sweetie.” She spoke. I guessed Taishiro was Fatgum’s real name but I let myself relax a little and I wrapped a towel around myself before I unlocked the door and let her in.

“My name is Bryant.” I spoke before taking in a good look her. The woman on the other side of the door was in her mid-thirties, wearing a purple turtleneck, dark blue jeans, and red cat-eye glasses. She held a first-aid kit and a pile of clothes in her hands. She had a comforting smile and warm feeling about her so I stepped aside and sat on the toilet after putting the lid down, facing away from her so she could tend to my back. She picked up the first aid kit and walked over to examine my injuries before gasping a little and beginning to tend my wounds. “If you don’t mind me asking, who did this to you?” Midnight asked. “Ex-Mates. I wanted to leave the world after I found out how toxic they are and what they wanted me to be. The Alpha tore out my marks and kicked me out of the house. I ran until I fell through a portal and onto a roof here in this world. Fatgum found me, took me to the police station to fill out some forms then brought me here. He called you and now you’re here tending to my wounds.” I told her and rested my arms on the back of the toilet then rested my head on top of my arms. “I’m glad you were able to get away from your ex-mates. You also said that you were from another world? How were you able to come here?” She asked as she cleaned the still sensitive skin over the divots where flesh was missing. “I don’t know. I thought of anywhere but where I was and a portal appeared, I jumped through it and never looked back.” I spoke, a little irritated. “I see. Maybe some friends of mine can help you assess what your quirk is.” She spoke and pulled away for a moment, looking at my scars again. “You must have some kind of regeneration quirk. Your wounds have healed quickly since I’ve been here.” She spoke. That’s when something clicked in my mind. “I know that I can manipulate water. I can use it to make portals or heal wounds to some extent. I only was able to regrow enough skin to cover the scars. I passed out in the bathtub because I used too much energy to heal my own body. I was embarrassed when you knocked because I was still asleep in the tub and I woke up. So, please, just wrap up my back and let me be to get changed.” I spoke, glaring at the wall.

Midnight fell silent and finished wrapping my back up before she silently left the room and closed the door behind her. I sighed and got off the toilet, knowing that I ruined any kind of friendship with her in the future. I was thankful for her help and assistance in bandaging up my wounds and providing the clothes for me as I slipped them on and left the bathroom. I was wearing a loose grey t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and some white socks. I left the bathroom and found Midnight talking with Fatgum in the living room. Fatgum looked over to me and smiled as I entered the room and sat down on the couch across from the two heroes. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke in the bathroom Nemuri, can you forgive me?” I asked. “Of course. I understand you had some nasty things happen to you and you’re still processing the events. I’m not offended at all, if that’s what you’re worried about, sweetie.” She spoke in a calm manner that seemed to ease my worries altogether. “Thank you.” I spoke and then looked back out the window to the still bustling city down below. “There’s a couple friends of mine that would also like to meet you. One of them can help with defining what your quirk is.” Midnight spoke. I frowned and looked up at her. “What’s a quirk?” I asked. “A quirk is a superpower that is unique to every individual. About 80% of this world’s population has some kind of unique quirk. There are three different categories, Emitter, Transformation, and Mutation style quirks. Since you said back in the bathroom that you could manipulate water to make a portal and use the water to partially heal the wounds on your back before I came. That would put you in either the transformation of emitter quirk category.” Midnight explained.   I nodded and went back to looking out the window. Soon I heard Midnight’s phone buzzing and she stepped out of the living room area to take the call.

“Who was that?” Fatgum asked. “That was Mic and Eraser. They want to come over and help out. They’ll be here in a little bit. They hopped on a train when you put out the call for help with Bryant.” She spoke. I looked at her when I heard my name said out loud. “Who’s Mic and Eraser?” I asked.

“They’re some friends of mine that can help you figure out your quirk. If you have a quirk, you need to register with our government as a person with a quirk.

Then if you want, you can train and get a hero license to use your quirk to help stop villains. But to do so, we need to find out what your quirk actually is.” Midnight explained. I listened and fiddled with my fingers, taking in all the information that she just told me. The idea for heroes to have a license is new to me as they didn’t need one before in the other universes that I’ve seen in all my years of hopping from one universe to the next.

“That’s new. I’ve never heard of a hero needing a license to use their power to stop criminals before. In the other worlds that I have seen, there aren’t as many people with a ‘quirk’ and they don’t need some license to save people.” I told her just as the door to Fatgum’s agency knocked, alerting us to the arrival of someone new.