#with little regular quirks and then there are every so often weird freaks who are very much outside of normal

[toytulini]

gatekeeping weirdness now? yall have the energy for this? silly goose behavior(derogatory and dismissive) for sure

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I love the way you write James and Sirius so much. I was wondering if you could write a soulmate au where you see bits and pieces of your soulmate in your dreams (fav color, hear their laugh, see things they like, etc) and James is pretty sure Sirius is his soulmate but isn’t completely sure. If not, don’t worry about it but if you can, thank you!💕💕

Soulmate dreams were different from regular dreams. Regular dreams were weird, often nonsensical, and evaporated the next day after being awake for long enough. Soulmate dreams lingered. There was still a dreamlike quality to soulmate visions that couldn't be shaken, but they were more memorable than normal dreams. Soulmate dreams were weird for a lot of reasons, but mostly it was because they were so random. You never knew what you were going to get from one or why. Sometimes it was stuff they saw or were thinking about, and other times it was them. 

For example, James knew that his soulmate had hair that went down at least to their chin, probably a little bit longer. He knew that because that day at Hogwarts, they'd been playing with their hair, and that night, he dreamed about it. He'd been aware of the professor at the front of the classroom during the dream, but after he woke, the only detail that remained was the hair. 

Obviously that was just an example of a single dream. The dreams didn't come every night, but James had been dreaming of his soulmate for his entire life. He had a few details of his soulmate and how he could identify them, but most of it was stuff that his soulmate liked. 

That's why James thought that his soulmate was Sirius. Sirius had the long hair, he had a laugh that warmed James to his core, and he had deep grey eyes that James had caught glimmers of from time looking in a mirror. 

Soulmate dreams never showed the full face or let your hear someone saying their name. Hearing a laugh was pretty good, as far as identifying features went. If James could actually remember how it sounded instead of the way it made him feel, he'd know for sure if it was Sirius. 

Another reason that he wasn't one hundred percent about it being Sirius was that most of his soulmate dreams were about food. Sodding food. Sirius was his best mate and all, and he knew him better than anyone else in his entire life, but Sirius's appetite seemed to change based on the planet's position and how late he'd stayed up the night before. James couldn't make heads or tails of it. Sometimes, Sirius said that he couldn't stand scrambled eggs and how dare he have to smell them on an otherwise pleasant morning. Two days later, he was wolfing them down like there was no other food in existence. And he did that with everything. Shepherd's pies, treacle tarts, beans and toast, soup... everything. Absolutely everything. 

So it didn't really mean anything that one night James dreamed of mashed potatoes, and the next week, he dreamed of candied plums. He tried to connect it to Sirius's eating habits, but it was no use. Half the shite James's soulmate dreamed about wasn't food that Hogwarts had, anyways. 

"Hey, Sirius?" James asked. They were in the library, doing homework. History of Magic would be a lot easier to pass if the professor actually looked at them every once in a while, but it meant that when they had an essay they needed to write, they had to actually go to the library if they wanted good marks. 

"I'm not done with this yet," Sirius said, assuming that James was going to ask to see the book he was currently reading. 

"Not that. Just- do you know who your soulmate is?" 

Surprised, Sirius glanced up at him. "Why are you asking?" 

"Do you know?" 

"What does it matter?" 

"Why are you being so weirdly closed off about it?" 

"I'm not being weirdly closed off; I'm being normal closed off, and it's because I don't think you'll like the answer you get." 

"So you do know who your soulmate is," James said. There was no other reason why Sirius couldn't tell him. 'No' was an easy answer. Lots of people didn't have enough details to figure out who their soulmate was-- and even if they did have plenty of details, there was nothing they could do if they hadn't met them. 

Sirius scowled at him. 

"Who is it?" 

"Are we really doing this?" Sirius asked. "Right here in the library? You've never asked about it before but you're going to try and squeeze if out of me while we're in public?" 

"The library doesn't count as public; there's no one else in sight." 

"Maybe it's not public, but it's definitely not private. Do we really want to have this blow up right here? It'll be fun-- everyone can hear it and call it a domestic." 

"We're not going to have a domestic," James said, rolling his eyes. "Just tell me who your soulmate is." 

"Why the hell would I do that?" 

James glared at him. "Because I won't shut it and let you finish your essay otherwise." 

"You won't let me finish it if I do tell you." 

"I will." 

"Liar," Sirius said. "You always think you'll be calm, but you never sodding are." 

"When have I ever tried to claim that I'll be calm and not followed through?" 

"Normally, you're calm because you don't give a shite. You'll care about this, which means you won't be calm about it." 

"You're overthinking this," James said. "Unless your soulmate is buggering Snape or- it's not Snape is it?" 

"Ew, no." 

James relaxed again. "Then we're fine." 

"Why do you even care? You haven't cared in the past six years." 

"Not bothering you about it isn't the same as not caring." 

"So why do you care?" 

James didn't feel like admitting to something so revealing, especially when Sirius had already admitted that he knew who his soulmate was, so he shrugged. 

"A shrug isn't gonna cut it, Prongs." 

He hesitated. "How about this: I'll tell you why I want to know after you tell me who it is." 

Sirius didn't accept right away, which was enough to make him nervous. Then he sighed. "Fine, but you don't get to freak out. We're not going to be able to finish this essay on time if you freak out." 

"We've worked under tighter time constraints." 

Sirius stared at him flatly. 

"Fine, fine, I promise. No freaking out." If Sirius's soulmate was James, then he could just be happy-- no freaking out required. If it wasn't James, then he'd be too sad to move. He was going to sit here and mope until curfew, if that was the case. "So?" he prodded, raising an eyebrow expectantly. 

"You shouldn't do that; it makes you look like your glasses are about to fall off." 

With a huff, James let his face return to normal. "You're stalling." 

"It's you." 

"No, it's not. Do I look like I'm the one stalling?" 

Sirius threw a quill at him. "You're my soulmate, you absolute arse." 

"Oh." James blinked, then threw the quill back at him. "You could've told me that the first time I asked, tosser." Shaking his head at Sirius's particular brand of ridiculous, he turned back to his essay. 

"That's it?" Sirius asked, so incredulous that James looked up at him again. 

"Erm. Yes? I mean, obviously there's stuff I want to talk about, but I promised I'd let you finish your essay if you told me." 

"Actually, I think what you promised was that you wouldn't freak out." 

"I can do both." 

Sirius stared at him for a long moment. "Did you already know that I was your soulmate?" 

"I had my suspicions." 

"How the hell did you only have suspicions? I knew it was you after we were dormmates for a week." 

"Okay," James said, pointing a finger at him, "you don't get to judge me. I was only ever dreaming about food! You're so buggering weird; couldn't you have just picked two foods you liked and stuck with that? I dream about red curry, and then the next day, you refuse to eat it. Talk about mixed signals. I've been guessing at your favourite foods for sodding years." 

"It's not my fault that sometimes I'm in the mood for something that stinks," Sirius muttered petulantly. 

"So you're in the mood to eat it, but you refuse to because it smells bad?" James asked. He wasn't judging, but he couldn't really relate. He had a couple foods that he didn't like, but everything else was fair game. Comparatively, Sirius was the most picky eater in the world. Not that James really cared, except for the soulmate thing. "And you couldn't have explained that to me earlier?" 

"I didn't realise your sanity was on the line," Sirius said dryly, but his expression was still that touch of vulnerable that he only got around James. 

"My sanity is always on the line when you don't tell me things," James said, flashing him a grin that helped soothe Sirius's nerves. "Look, it won't take us that long to finish this, so let's get it done with and..." 

"And?" Sirius asked, quirking a smile at him. 

"Well," James said, trying to push down the warmth bubbling in him-- if he let it do its own thing, he'd never be able to focus on finishing this essay. "We can figure that out later." 

The fond look on Sirius's face made it clear that he knew exactly what 'figure that out later' would end up meaning for them. They'd snog for a while, fall asleep, then wake up, snog some more, and then talk about it. That talk would probably go along the lines of 'soulmates? cool', but at least they would've done it. "Alright," Sirius said. He picked his quill back up and looked at the book he'd been reading before James interrupted him. 

It would almost be like nothing had changed, except Sirius now had a faint smile on his face, and James couldn't ignore the happy butterflies in his chest if he tried. Without looking up, Sirius nudged his leg with one of his own feet. James glanced at him, and Sirius's smile widened, eyes still stuck to the page. James chuckled and turned his attention back to the essay, but he kept his leg where it was, pressed up against Sirius's. 

[urstruly-ghst]

Since it's spooky month, may I please ask for headcannons for the aged up dorm leaders reacting to their child wanting to be murdered crew mates from among us please

o m y gahhh sorry for the delay ):

i JUST HAVE NO INSPIRATION AND TIME 😔

tw : death, murder, mentions of death

                                               riddle rosehearts 

Riddle always had kept an eye on his precious child, his child was a sweet one who got the childhood he wanted long ago. It was a sweet gesture to see Riddle dote on his lovely child, playing on a gadget or a sport on the outside.

He was a sweet father, new and jumpy to each step he took in this new life. Everyone can see how dearly he loved his child, and he made sure that his child knew that too.

Halloween came up, the spooky month has now come up, it was his child’s favorite holiday. At first, he couldn’t stand the bizarre and grotesque Halloween quirks, but now his child introduced and he celebrates it with them yearly.

Each year, they dress up in different costumes and play different games for them to enjoy and goof around. After all, Riddle wanted his child to experience a happier childhood.

Now, since his child grew up to be really tech savvy, they wanted to play a new game they have discovered while browsing  the net. It was Among Us, and it looked like a nifty game. The only thing Riddle disapproved of was the killing aspect, other than that, he found the game quite fun.

It made his analytical skills and lying skills sharper, making him the reliable player. While his child was a step down from him, was still a good player nonetheless,

While playing the game, a corpse was reported, their child went bright and got this crazy idea : to be the murdered crewmate for Halloween and Riddle could be the impostor.

Riddle freaked out, questioned his child’s mental health, and gave a pep talk. You see, he can only process the words “murdered” “I want”, so he worried his child was feeling negative feelings.

For weeks on end, Riddle gave a talk to them, even if their child just grew clueless to his insistent questioning on their choice of costume.

Needless to say, he didn’t went along the costume part. But he did treat them a nice tart curtesy of Trey’s family bakery.

                        leona kingscholar 

Truth be told, he did not know what to do, he has no idea what to do with his own kid. He felt lost on how to raise the kid. Seriously, he endured a lot.

Even though that was the case, he was a wonderful father, always protective and caring.

He tries to put effort into his kid, after all, it was someone who he adored so much. It was only fair, he brought himself on this. And his effort clearly shows.

Leona's kid is a shining ball of energy, always on their feet, excited on each holiday. Heck, even days that are considered mundane, they would jump up and down. Clearly, they didn't get the lazy gene.

Speaking of holidays, his child was ALWAYS jumping and cheering when the days leading up to October are nearing. The Afterglow Savannah will be hearing "ITS OCTOBERRRR!!" from the palace.

Leona's kid is not a techy kid, their classmates are. They would peek over their shoulder and look at the blaring lights.

Every other month, their child has to bring their parents for a conference meeting. Leona grumbles, but stood on his feet to go to the conference. His kid was jumping and leaping in joy, that he introduced him to their friends.

One time, they received a tablet (with permission from Leona to let them play) from one kid, to play along their game! It was Among Us, and he beamed at the sight of the tablet.

Leona was monitoring his kid, he knew nothing of the game, but it was amusing to see his kid giggle alongside others. While the conference ended, they weren't done with the game. He nodded at his kid, waiting for the game to end.

As soon as they game was done, they went back to prepare for Halloween! His kid always liked the costumes! So, along the way, he asked his kid what they want.

"I WANT TO BE THE MURDERED CREWMATE!"

Cue, his shocked and scared face. The look of the passerbys made him laugh awkwardly and ask his kid what the heck were they talking about.

They laughed and explained the idea, making Leona grimace as he let his kid be exposed to that. But he let them have the fun, all for the smile.

azul ashengrotto

Azul was a good father, always on his kid's side, smiling and being a strong figure that they can look up to. He matured into a nice man, he is far from his college student self.

He smiles and always has his child on his mind, they are his most precious pearl, and anything bad that would happen to them would utterly break his fragile heart.

He is always weary of something bad to happen, be it bullying, or just traumatic nightmares. He hates the thought of it happening to his child, so he may come a tad bit overbearing.

Now, his child and him goes to land often, mostly to manage Azul’s restaurant, so it was a treat for both of them. Idia also drops in to meet up with his old pal, so he leaves his child with Idia’s as well to bond over a phone or tablet. Those hangouts become a regular thing!

Azul’s child always hangs out with Idia’s kid, they click instantly, so Azul’s child is more techy and more land dweller than their own father.

So most of the child’s slang and upbringing was on land. Now that is established, you can tell why they most like Halloween.

This year, they [Azul’s child] want to dress up and act all spooky to attract any of their age or just to vibe with others. And they decided, alongside Idia’s kid, he wants to partner cosplay as the murdered crewmate from the hit game they played together.

They pitch the idea to Azul, which made him gawk and question sheepishly if they are in need of medical help or anything. He got so scared that they want to be murdered, to which confused the child and asked why is their costume choice weird?

Azul decides to just go with it, he had to be reassured many times that they are mentally okay and will be for a long time. He hopes for the best, and smiles softly at their giddy look on the costume approval

                            kalim al-asim

Kalim is probably the bigger child between his and his child. They compete on who is more childish

But he is s responsible enough to take care of his child, Jamil and his family members can see that. Kalim matured but you can still see the sweet Kalim Al-Asim of Night Raven College.

In all honesty, his child loves Halloween just as much as he does! So the Land of Hot Sands gets a huge Halloween costume party for a whole week due to his child's enthusiasm for it!

The costume party is grand and always has laughter, and it also has festive beats and treats to enjoy.

Every year, his child has a different costume that is their choice and their father is always happy to commission a nice costume for them.

Unlike their father, they always have been up to date with the internet and trends. From Magicam to games, they know it all!

Now, the party was fast approaching, all the preparation was there, and Kalim was now just easing in after a few more touches. All he need is the costume for both him and his child.

He was about to ask when said child went booming to the doors, a wild and cute smile on their face. Kalim chuckled and asked if they was something they want.

"Father! I want to be the Murdered Crewmate this Halloween!"

Cue his tears, he was scared on why his child wanted to be murdered and pawed their face to see if they were okay and emotionally well.

It took a lot of hours to calm him down and warm up to the idea of their costumes

vil schoenheit

Now, Vil's child is a tad bit sweeter and more approachable than their own father. They carry his features and some traits, but they differ a lot.

At a young age, he was forced to hide from the world a lot, considering their father wanted them to have a nice and normal childhood.

However, the secret got out and it was soon known to the entire world that Vil Schoenheit has a kid, and a wonderful one at that.

Vil's child is really updated on the media, thanks to their father's influence, but their time on it was restricted a lot.

However, they do have ample time to test the waters, and see what is trending or not!

What caught their eyes was the wonderful game that their favorite streamers played! It was quirky, and fun, so they had check it out and play.

In summary, it was a wonderful experience, so they had to tell their sweet papa!

Vil is ecstatic to hear his sweet kid go and squeal to him, telling him that... They want to be murdered?!

He nearly fainted, and ask worriedly on what on Earth were they talking about. In the end, the social media time was even more strict!

Also, he didn't approve of the costume, but he did approve of the alive and well crewmate.

idia shroud

Idia is surprisingly good with his kid, he thought he would fail as a dad but he proved himself wrong. His child was not like him, but that makes him smile, it means they are confident and willing to be themselves.

Their kid always mingles and always hangs out with Ortho, so he always is monitored. Idia also is shocked to see how confident they are, he is sure proud that they are the young master of the house.

Though, their kid loves the outdoors, nothing beats good old pa and his codes and video games.

Because of this, the worldwide famous game : Among Us, was introduced to them during their browsing! It was good bonding time.

Their kid won't admit this, but they love cosplaying. From dad's favorite anime, to their favorite cartoon games— he loved all the dynamic.

Now, because of this, his family decided to hold a costume ball (to introduce Idia's kid as the young master), and while Idia hates parties— he had to introduce his pride and joy.

So, he asked his son what would they like for their costume. He has the money to make it in short time, and he also just wants to partner up with his kid.

"Papa! I want to be the Murdered Crewmate!"

Idia laughs and pat their head, of course they would want to be one of the little gremlins from that game.

The murdered one was a classic, so why not? They live in the Underworld! They can pull this off.

malleus draconia

He is good with kids, after all, he had Silver to take care of before. So, it wasn't a surprise that his child is wonderful and well rounded.

Malleus' child is his heir, so they are fairly sheltered and kept in the palace a lot, due to this; their time is fairly well spent on technology or lessons.

Malleus tries to bond with his heir, and tries hard to not pressure them on their studies as heir or the events that requires their presence. All he wants is them to be happy.

Because of this, he got exposed to the game Among Us. Malleus sucks at the game, but he adores the squeals, the giggles and groans of defeat when they play together.

Malleus is always lost on the game, so it was an absolute laugh to all of them.

One day, Malleus and his retainers asked that they should hold a festive season in the kingdom, just like what they did during NRC days. All were ecstatic, especially Malleus' child!

The child wanted a costume party, so a costume party it was! As Malleus and his child plan the party, a royal tailor asked them what is their costumes and plans.

The child squealed and beamed, saying they want the Murdered Crewmate costume. The tailor, who was fairly young and updated, nodded and took notes. While Malleus stood there, horrified that his kid wants to be murdered.

The kid giggled and hugged their tall father, saying that "I don't wanna die, Papa! Remember the game we played? It's that!"

Cue relief and embarrassed face Malleus, he just nearly died of a heart attack because of the rascal.

He picked them up and smiled at their loud and cute giggles.

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader part 15 remember

 It was exam season. Y/n was tasked to help make the study guides and reviews for the class while Aizawa make the class scared over the test. There were two tests, one on their skills and a written one. The class freaked out on how they were gonna study and train. Y/n got to skip teaching aid days to take her own exams. 

“How were your exams? You got to take yours before ours.” Momo asked at lunch. 

“Aced them all.” Y/n told them. 

All their jaws dropped.

“I’ve never seen you read a book for any of your classes!” Jirou expressed her shock. 

“They’re online books. During slow times I read them. Aizawa doesn’t trust me to grade your work. I’d fail Bakugo everytime, and he knows it!”

“You’ve had so much time to study, then.” Tsu said. “I’m kinda jealous.”

“A lot of it is self teaching. If I get stuck somewhere I have to reach out to a teacher or hire a tutor, but I haven’t hit that wall in awhile.” She told them. 

Once lunch was done the students and Y/n were back to class. The phone rang and Y/n answered. Apparently her middle school friends Brittany, Stacy, and Regina came to pay her a visit. Y/n gave the phone to Aizawa to update him on the situation. He knew Y/n didn’t plan it, it could have been her mother’s doing or Y/n after meeting Brittany at the store. He was keeping close tabs. They did fill out forms and contact the school beforehand. As long as they didn’t see All Might to spread rumors, it was probably safe after a pat down.

“Yeah she can see them, but they have to stay on school property. She can think of a reason if she wants to.” Aizawa said. 

Y/n was surprised about the privilege she was given, but wasn’t gonna pass it up. It was the end of the day after all. Y/n went to her dorm to change and then went to the designated outdoor spot she was given to see her friends. 

“Are you sure it’s wise to let Y/n see her friends? She’s been following your rules, but could betray your trust at any moment l, Aizawa.” Tsu said. 

“If you all are worried, you can make it a game, spy on her to see if she really is trust worthy.” Aizawa said. “She’s surrounded by cameras, but maybe you’ll catch something.”

 Certain ears of the class perked up. They were let out, but instead of going to the dorm they made hiding places to hide and spy on Y/n and her “friends”. 

 Each student who did had their own worries about Y/n. Momo worried that they weren’t as close as she hoped. That these girls would always tier over Momo even though she had felt a closeness to Y/n. Their brief childhood intertwining, and then being brought together again. Koda joined with Jiro and Momo to see if Y/n was true too her words about his old elementary school bully. Shouji and Tokoyami were a different group who did not let the rest of the class know. Tokoyami only joined to see what Shouji was up to. Deku, Urakaka and Tsu joined a group worried that Y/n was planning on escaping. Sero and Kamanri just wanted to see what the girls would talk about, maybe hear about a crush. More groups were there for their own reasons. 

 Y/n sat under the tree with the three girls. They were all a rather conventionally attractive group. It would be wrong to judge them and think hey they’re pretty, one is confirmed mean without reason (Brittany), two were unknown, and Y/n who was kinda weird, but if wanted to could probably wield her power to be a mean girl. 

“How did you know to come here, I thought you’d call?” Y/n said.

“Well miss social media cleanse I figured I’d just go to the front office. We all had half days due to exams. I thought a nice get together was good.” Brittany said. 

“I can’t believe your condition was getting worse. I know you left regular school, but I still remember you beating up Derek Jeater.” Regina said .

“Recovery girl’s quirk is what’s holding my body together.” Y/n half lied. 

“Like is this it for you? Are you gonna die?” Brittany asked. 

 All the students listening had their stomach drop a bit. These girls know Y/n better. You don’t throw around the dying question so lightly unless it was a real real possibility.

“Probably not. I’ll be fine. I’ll survive long enough to help you’re voted in student government so you can pass prom and we’ll all party together.” Y/n told her. 

“I wanted to be the one to pass prom.” Stacy said. 

“Silence bottom!” Brittany laughed 

“So if you’re chilling at U.A. what do you do all day? Are you befriending any students?”

“I’ve actually been hanging out with class 1-A a lot.”

“Shut up.” Stacy said. “Shut UP! Oh my god you’re hanging out  with celebrities.”

“They can’t be that great. I went to school with Koda Koji and he was such a-“

“He’s actually kinda been my rock through this all. He lets me chill with his bunny whenever I’m missing my cat and is a great listener.” Y/n interrupted Brittany.

“Well your cats been dead for a couple years, and you haven’t gotten over it?”  Brittany teased.

“Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel my cat shoving their butt in my face.” Y/n said dramatically causing the girls to laugh. 

“Any cute boys or girls we should know about.” Regina asked. 

Y/n laughed at the question though her cheeks were red.

“There is!” Stacy declared

Urakaka’s eyes widened. Y/n lied to the girls, they didn’t catch her signs she was lying but these girls did and now they were gonna get the truth!

“There is someone. It’s nothing, just a little bit. It’s too early to make a deal about this.”Y/n went back and forth on her thoughts about that.

“Make a big deal about it miss too good for a cellphone. I’ll have to come here every week just for the whole story.” Regina said.

Y/n sighed.

“What he do? Is he dumb?” Stacy asked. 

“Was it one of the guys with you?” Brittany asked. 

Y/n pressed her teeth together.

“When something happens I’ll tell you guys. I just thought he was really cool, ya know. It’s not like I’ve said anything, I maybe the world’s worst flirter too.” Y/n said.

“You might be. Remember when you had a crush on the kid who played the saxophone? You couldn’t talk to him without making dolphins noises.” Brittany said.

“Gah!” Y/n screamed into the grass rolling around. “Why do I have to have feelings? Couldn't you three marry me and then I’ll never look for anything more? I can’t deal with having a crush, it makes my heart explode more than it can take!” Y/n said.

“I’d marry you.” Regina rubbed her friend’s head. 

“It just better not be octo-arms he didn’t even make it to the final round of the sports festival and he’s 1-A student, meaning he should have beaten all those b-listers.” Brittany said. “Or that other tall guy, I heard his suit makes him look like a banana”

Tokoyami looked at Shouji when they heard the comment. Shouji didn’t give any reaction, didn’t flinch or move. It was interesting to hear Y/n had a crush on someone in the class. Shouji also expected Brittany to show off her nasty side. Urakaka listening was screaming in her head how much of a liar Y/n is for not telling the girls who Y/n thought the cutest boy in the class was. Momo felt bad that Y/n may have not trusted the girls enough for a secret crush. Maybe it developed overnight , or maybe she was jerking her friends. 

Y/n kicked Brittany in the chest. “Don’t be fucking rude!”

The girls laughed and the U.A. students were even more confused. 

“Which one was Octo-arms, I don’t remember him.” Stacy asked. 

“Does it matter? It was the bird, crazy broccoli, Shoto Todoroki and Bakugo were the ones who mattered.” Brittany said. 

Y/n kicked her friend again, twice. The girls were laughing again. The U.A. students felt Brittany deserved worse than just three kicks, but figured Y/n was doing her best not to ruin the mood after not seeing her friends in so long. It was nice seeing Y/n laugh and have her guard down. She wasn’t afraid to be flustered in front of them, or saying she’d marry her friends. They just looked so happy and relaxed. Shouji paid close attention how Regina was outing her fingers in Y/n’s (colored textured hair). The peace didn’t last long, Brittany said another snotty comment and Y/n kicked her, except after she kicked her friend, Y/n started coughing violently. Regina held Y/n upright and the two others got startled and tried helping. 

“Oh god, Y/n breathe.” Stacy said. 

“Where’s that nurse...recovery girl?” Brittany said, all worried. 

Now that an emergency was rising the students didn’t know what to do. These girls didn’t know where the recovery girl was or their way around campus at all. They were all watching her, but do they give up their position to help Y/n? Would she be pissed? Of course she would. This was her time to be herself with people who knew her. But now she was coughing up blood in front of her friends. Shouji got out of his hiding place and Tokoyami followed. 

“Oh my god, how are you not dead?” Brittany said.

The three girls were too distracted to even see the two students approaching them. 

“I can take Y/n to recovery girl since she’s having a fit.” Shouji told the girls.

 His shadow loomed over them. He was so tall, so muscular. Regina and Stacy were both intimidated by the guy. Tokoyami got to his side. 

“I know you, you were Y/n’s little body guard.” Brittany said. Little is such a inaccurate word to describe him.

The coughing got a little faint as Y/n was ready go lights out in Regina’s arms. How could Brittany be so calm while her friend bleeds next to her? Regina past Y/n to Shouji as he cradled her in his arms. 

“You’re the guy who came in third, right?” Stacy asked. 

“Did you get to meet Hawks? He’s so cute.” Regina said. 

“You two can stay and talk, I’ll go with Octo-arms.” Brittany said. 

“Make sure our little Y/n doesn’t die!” Stacy told the two. 

 This must have happened often since the girls were all calm. Shouji and Brittany were alone, as Y/n was probably out of it. Then he was sure Y/n was with what Brittany said. 

“Nice ear on your hand. You were listening weren’t you.” Brittany said. “Don’t get your hopes up with Y/n. You probably like her since she’s someone who seems like she needs saving and you wanna be a hero, but you’re no doctor.” 

“Who said I liked her?” Shouji said. 

“Your actions. You spied on us and you just came at the perfect time to save her.” She told him. 

 His eyes widened and they were there in front of recovery girl’s office. They took the girl out of his arms so quickly and then slammed the door on the two of them. He was still trying to rationalize why he did spy and care. 

“I’m gonna wait here for her to get better you know since her and I are best frenemies, what about you?” Brittany asked. 

“I’ll stay here too.”

“Course you would. Cause you love Y/n don’t you.” Brittany teased harshly. 

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I can’t imagine her coping well here.”

“Why would she need to cope?”

“She didn’t come here in her own free will I bet. From what it looks like her health seems so much worse. To have to spend her final days away from friends, family, her cat’s ashes is very depressing. Recovery girl isn’t gonna cure her is she, just lessen some symptoms.”

Shouji took a deep breath. Brittany didn’t know the truth but knew a whole side to Y/n she never showed the class. He knew he couldn’t disprove her. 

“So like with your mouth hand is it like a playing with a sock puppet?” It was phrased like a question but really a jab. “That could be your hero name, the sock hero, sock puppet.”

He liked it better when people were afraid of him. This girl wasn’t afraid of him, she’d seen his soft side and already knew there was something hidden between him and Y/n and was gonna use that. 

“Are you worried you’re gonna lose your friend?” He asked her.   

“To death not to you.” She told him. 

  Recovery girl came out to say Y/n was better, but was out of it. Brittany sighed, went in to say a quick good bye and left glaring at Shouji. Brittany gathered the other two girls and left the campus. Shouji offered to stay, but recovery girl said she didn’t know when Y/n would wake up. She had called Aizawa to let him know about the incident. Shouji did stay and Tokoyami met up with him in the room. Tokoyami told him he wasn’t use to so many questions, especially about Hawks. They even exchanged numbers for more Hawks related questions.

“How was Brittany? She seemed like a handful.” Tokoyami asked. 

“She was…” Shouji didn’t know what was the right thing to say in front of an unconscious Y/n. “...a lot.”

Aizawa came in and sent the boys back to the dorms. He claimed he had to talk to Y/n when she woke up. It was clear Y/n didn’t even have real control over her quirk and now it was going to hurt her further. So Shouji and Tokoyami returned and there their class mates asked questions.

[stillness-in-green]

Shigaraki Birthday Week, Day 5: wounds

A continuation of Wednesday’s Childhood Friends Spinaraki AU.  Rather more violence and threats thereof in this one!  As before, vague spoilers about Shigaraki and Spinner’s respective backstories.  More cursing than previous fills.

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Getting licensed for private detective work and getting licensed for quirk use are two different beasts, especially when the big asset your quirk brings to a P.I. job is surveillance, which is—because of course nothing in Shuuichi’s life can be easy—illegal.

It’s a few steps to the side of the hero work he used to think about when he was a kid, especially since any hero who notices him doing it can corner him as a stalker or a would-be mugger.  And they would, because it’s so much easier to notice a shifty lizard than some upstanding businessman going about his evening like he isn’t heading back from a love hotel or worse.  

But it’s work, and it’s not home, and every so often it gets him a chance to do something better in the world.  Stop an actual mugger when there aren’t any heroes around, break up fights happening behind closed doors. ��Help victims who don’t look the right way for the police to care about them, stop some monsters the heroes didn’t spot because they didn’t grow to fifty feet tall and spit metal shards—sometimes outcasts have to care for their own.  If Shuuichi learned anything from his few months with Tenko, it’s that.  

Of course, for every time work gives him a chance to really help someone, it also provides a great chance to get himself into a shitload of trouble, which is looking like how tonight’s going to play out.  

His target, Noroshi Enmu, is running scared, making too much noise, and the only reason he’s keeping ahead of the freak with all the hands who’d been waiting for him in the warehouse is that Noroshi has a quirk that emits mist and in his panic, he’s filled up the whole work floor.  But he is making too much noise, tripping on things and breathing in heavy, sobbing gasps, while Hand Guy is light on his feet as a cat, only giving himself away by his periodic annoyed grumbling. 

Shuuichi started tailing Noroshi expecting some routine infidelity, not whatever kind of craziness this is.  It would not be smart to get involved, but…  Shuuichi hasn’t seen anything that suggests the guy’s a beacon of humanity or anything, but he also hasn’t seen anything to suggest the poor sad asshole deserved to land in some kind of survival horror flick.  

Sometimes you just have to pick a side and wade in.  

He’s been pacing Noroshi along the ceiling, watching the swirls in the mist raised by the cat and mouse game below, and when another clatter of falling metal sounds, Shuuichi lets go of the corrugated steel and drops down into the bank of fog, landing in a crouch with a heavy thump.  He locks a hand around Noroshi’s ankle and the man goes over like a tree, yelling.

Shuuichi’s on his back in a flash, beak in his ear as he whispers, “Grab onto me and I’ll get you out of here, but for fuck’s sake, shut up.”  

There’s a beat, and then a whimper, and then Noroshi fumbles to tap at Shuuichi’s arm, squeezing once. Shuuichi helps him up and sets the man’s hand on his shoulder.  

Ceiling definitely won’t hold both of us, but I’ll be able to get him out the window, so that’s—

He orients himself and sets off, tugging Noroshi behind him as he dodges around racks of industrial supplies and ducks them both under conveyer belt lines.  Noroshi’s still too loud, but at least they’re not tripping over every obstacle in the place anymore.  The hand weirdo has gone worryingly quiet; Shuuichi strains his ears, but if the guy’s making any noise, it’s not audible over Noroshi’s fancy work shoes clicking on the cement.  

They make it back to the wall without knocking anything else over and Shuuichi reaches back to tug Noroshi’s arm around his neck.  

“Grab on,” he says under his breath.  “Piggy-back.”

Noroshi obeys, fear-stink hanging off him, and whispers back, “There’s no door.  Where are we going?”

“Up and out,” Shuuichi answers.  “Hold tight.”

And then he starts climbing, and it’s a good thing he still makes time for daily workout routines, because holy shit, wall-climbing with someone on his back is a whole different order of pain in the ass from just doing it himself.  He heaves and stretches, taking it as fast as he can towards the high, open window he came in through.  The mist below is starting to clear out, he can see on his periphery, and they’re almost halfway up the wall—great if Hand Guy has a melee-only type quirk, but it means fuck-all if he’s a missile-user.  

Shuuichi sucks in a breath between his teeth, counting the seconds until he releases it—only a few more pulls, and—

His arm goes straight through the stone, into an oil slick of swirling black, and on the other side there’s nothing, no wall, no purchase, and all at once he’s falling.  Vertigo takes him, his stomach rolling as the warehouse flashes around him on all sides—he’s falling forward, then back, and there’s another flash of black and then the ceiling lights are way too close, how did he even get this high, but he’s in open air, nothing to grab onto, and Noroshi’s holding tight enough to choke, and gravity’s got ‘em both, and—

He hits something on the way down, some huge storage rack, wrenching his shoulder and bouncing him down, and there’s the next shelf coming up, too close, too fast, and shit—

…

The black behind his eyes recedes when he hits the ground, replaced with strobing white when someone lands on him and takes all the breath from his lungs and—  

Voices overhead, a low grumble, and the someone makes a short, sharp scream and then the weight’s gone, leaving behind a funny tickling sensation on Shuuichi’s face, and he’d thrash to get it off him, but when he tries to breathe it’s like he’s inhaling ice, a sharp stab of cold-hot pain in his lungs, and he’s pretty sure he hit his head more than once back there because the world can’t make up its mind on if it wants to blind him with glare or darkness.  There’s movement above him amid the whirling colors, red eyes and, oh, weird time for déjà vu, but—

It’s a scuffle, just a play fight, and he rolls over onto his back, planting his hand on the face of the boy above him to push him off; behind his green fingers, the boy laughs and laughs, his eyes sunset-bright, his birthmark a little black dot on his chin. He reaches down to push at Shuuichi’s face in turn, and—

“Ten—ko…?” he slurs, the world still spinning like a fairground ride, the name coming off his tongue like something that lives in the back of his throat and sticks its head out once in a while for some air, just like the memory sometimes pops up at the weirdest goddamn times.  

Hand Guy pauses, his hand—a regular one, some distant part of Shuuichi chirps helpfully—hovering so close to Shuuichi’s face he can see all the thin lines of his palm.  Those red eyes stare down at him from between stiff grey fingers, but before Shuuichi can try to read an emotion into them, Hand Guy winds fingers in his hair, grip unforgiving, and settles the whole white-black argument by jerking his head up and then cracking it down hard against the cement.

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“I can’t play tomorrow,” Tenko sighs.  “My—my dad’s coming for a visit.”  He scratches at his neck absently, not meeting Shuuichi’s eyes.  

Shuuichi says something—can’t make out the words, can’t remember them, something wrong with his ears—but Tenko brightens up.  

“Yeah,” he says.  “He’ll be gone by then.  I’ll see you then!”  He turns and runs off, waving, and Shuuichi tries to wave back, but his arm won’t move, his feet won’t move, none of him can move as all at once Tenko’s house looms in front of him, all blurs and shadows where the details of it have bled together in memory.  Tenko darts up the steps, into the open doorway, and there’s a horrible sound, a shriek mixed with a groan like someone tearing the heart out of a mountain, and the first timbers start to fall just as Shuuichi jerks, eyes flying wide.  

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His head hurts like hell, but, Shuuichi realizes with dull surprise, his hands are free.  

Seeing as his hands are free, he reaches up to feel at his head, and there’s no surprise at all when he feels the two huge swollen bruises that lance their protest at the touch to a point right behind his eyeballs, making his vision flicker dangerously again just as he got it back.  

“Shigaraki Tomura, your guest is awake,” says an unfamiliar voice, and Shuuichi winces at the volume, pulling his hand away from his noggin and trying to blink the stars out of his eyes. Room’s dim, but not dark; feels stuffy and close, like not enough windows, or—

“Are you sure he’s awake?  Maybe he just groans in his sleep like that all the time.”  Dripping with sarcasm, but that’s Hand Guy’s voice, no mistaking it.

Hand Guy with the red eyes. Hand Guy with the mole on his chin. Hand Guy who’d frozen and then rebooted when Shuuichi called him—

“Tenko?” he manages, throat dry, and even the possibility of a positive response has him rolling over and taking in his surroundings.

They’re in a bar, that’s the first thing, TV on one side of the room and a jukebox on the other, and a man in a trim vest and white dress shirt combination standing on the employee side of the counter, black mist rising and flickering out of his collar where a neck and head ought to be.  Long, glowing yellow eyes that taper off at the edges like candle flame look like nothing Shuuichi’s ever seen on even the weirdest heteromorph.  

Shuuichi himself lays sprawled out on an open stretch of hardwood floor while Hand Guy—Shigaraki—Tenko?—perches carelessly up in a high bar chair he’s situated between Shuuichi and the door. Bright red tennis shoes and tatty black pants and shirt contrast the aged-brick-and-polished-oak look the bar’s got going on.  He’s down to just the face hand—not that that helps much—its fingers tangled in his thick, overgrown hair—stark white, nothing like Tenko’s at all, but no, Shuuichi wasn’t just hallucinating things before—a little black dot sits innocuously on his face exactly where Tenko had his.  

There’s no sign of Noroshi anywhere, and the floor around Hand Guy’s littered with crumpled bills and receipts, stray business cards and—

—he’s going through Shuuichi’s wallet.  He paused for a second when Shuuichi addressed him, but resumes again as Shuuichi looks up at him from the floor.

“Iguchi Shuuichi,” the guy��hard to tell his age with that awful hand on his face and the scratchiness of his voice—says, sliding Shuuichi’s driver’s license out and scanning over it. “Birthday August 8th, twenty years old, licensed for cars and motorcycles.  Private investigator, office in Kiyashi Ward,” he goes on, though he’s definitely not getting that from Shuuichi’s driver’s license.  “No secretary, or if there is one she didn’t answer the phone when we called the number.”

He flicks out the card and, as it lands on the floor with the rest of the detritus, looks up to pin Shuuichi with eyes that, except for the hue, don’t look anything like those of Shuuichi’s childhood friend.  

Do I even want this to be him? Shuuichi wonders, slowly sitting up while not breaking the stare. He swallows, trying to get his brain in gear.  Unknown quirks, though the bartender’s probably the one who took him on the weird portal trip; his look matches up with the glimpses Shuuichi can remember of the vortex that swallowed his hand halfway up the wall.  Hand Guy’s almost drug addict skinny, so he’s probably not a muscle type, but past that, who knows?  

“So what brought you to the warehouse?”  He pockets Shuuichi’s wallet, and…  The way he touches things is funny, Shuuichi realizes, watching the thin fingers all sticking out at weird angles, like someone trying to pick up a mess while touching it as little as possible.  Hypochondriac, or a five-point touch quirk?  …Dumb question; with that hand stuck to his face, it’s gotta be a quirk. But Tenko didn’t—

“You gonna answer, or just gawp at me?  We can wrap this up right now if you want,” the guy says, suddenly sharp.  

“Was a case,” Shuuichi manages, eyes flicking between Hand Guy and the bartender.  “The guy you were chasing, his wife wanted to know where he was spending his evenings.”  Over Hand Guy’s snort, he presses, “Where is he?  What’d you want with him?”  

“Not his wife’s problem anymore.  Or yours.” Hand Guy kicks his feet out from the chair, heels resting on the floor, and peers down at Shuuichi from behind his weird face-hand.  “You knowing my name, that’s our problem right now.”  

Shuuichi goes cold, like that time he got his coat pulled off and shoved into a snowbank in the middle of January.  The frost feels like to goes even deeper now, though, like he really is as cold-blooded as those little assholes back in middle school thought.  

Was I right?  Is that him?  But then why doesn’t he know me?  Why’s he—?  

“Tell me the rest of it, Shuuichi.”  It’s such a cold voice, cold and empty, nothing like Tenko’s had been, but then, it’s so muffled behind that fucking creepy hand, maybe it’d sound different if…

“Take the hand off,” he hears himself saying.  The guy laughs, incredulous.  

“Rude,” he says, and his red eyes dance in a way that’s not right but not quite wrong, either, and Shuuichi honestly doesn’t know which one is worse.  Tenko, his best friend…  “Making demands like that in our place; screw you.  Tell me the rest of it.”

“Shimura,” Shuuichi bites out, eyes narrowing.  “Shimura Tenko.”  His hands clench into fists at his side, the beginnings of anger curling up his spine. “You’re a year younger than me. You like ohagi.  Your sister’s name was Hana.  Your grandma wore glasses.  Your father wasn’t around much and your favorite hero was All—”

Fast.

Shuuichi’s breath freezes in his lungs because the guy’s just on top of him, so fast he could barely follow it, practically no weight in him but with one hand tight around Shuuichi’s throat and his eyes blown suddenly, dangerously manic behind the gray fingers of his face-hand.  

“Wow, you really do know a lot,” Tenko breathes, close enough for Shuuichi to smell his breath, smell the tang of formaldehyde on the hand.  “Sounds like you know even more than me.  Hey, Shuuichi, since you know so much—you must know what my quirk is, right?”

“You—”  There’s one finger missing from the grip around Shuuichi’s throat—it really is some kind of touch quirk, and that’s when the memory of just after the fall from the ceiling comes back, Noroshi’s weight crushing the air out of him, then gone, just like that.  Shuuichi tries to swallow, doesn’t get far.  “You didn’t have one.  Not when we were friends.”

“Friends, huh?  Is that what we were?”  

Tenko takes the hand off. Shuuichi can feel his eyes bugging out, but he doesn’t care, because it is, it really is him.  It’s not just the mole; it’s the way his bangs fall together between his eyes, the softness of his jaw, the raw patches under his eyes where Tenko used to scratch when he was nervous, the way his smile (dangerous as it looks right now) takes up his whole face.  

Shuuichi hugs him.  He can’t stop himself, wouldn’t stop himself for anything in the world.  He doesn’t know what happened, doesn’t know where Tenko’s been and what turned him into this, but right now it doesn’t matter, because Tenko’s here.  He’s here, and the hole in Shuuichi’s heart, the name that’s been living in his and only his memory for almost fifteen years, there’s finally something he can do with all that grief, and the first order of business is to make sure Tenko doesn’t get away from him again.  

“What—the hell—?” Tenko says, voice muffled again except now it’s because Shuuchi’s squeezing him so tight he’s probably cutting his air off.  But the asshole’s cutting his air off, too, so fair’s fair.  

“Yeah,” Shuuichi says, as steady as he can make it with hot, insistent tears spilling over onto Tenko’s shoulder.  “Best friends.”

A laugh rolls through the air, staticky but rich as roe, and Shuuichi nearly jumps out of his skin, arms gripping Tenko tighter despite Tenko’s indignant grunt.  

“Well, Tomura, it seems you truly have made a find.  What will you do with him?” 

It’s coming from the TV in the corner, Shuuichi realizes, half-turning to face it.  The whole atmosphere’s changed—the bartender stands at attention, straight-backed, his black mitts clasped respectfully in front of him, and Tenko’s locked up, too, unmoving and quiet.  

Until he fucking bites Shuuichi in the neck, anyway.  Shuuichi yelps and pushes him away, clapping a hand over the stinging spot, feeling for displaced scales.  “What the hell was that for?!”

Tenko sits sprawled in front of him, looking completely disgruntled.  He gives Shuuichi a withering stare, then turns to face the TV, scowling.  

“I haven’t decided yet, Sensei,” he answers, and Shuuichi goes still, looking between Tenko and the screen—glowing faintly; has it been on the whole time?  And—Sensei?  

“What do you mean, do with me?” he demands, and the man on the other end of the line chuckles.

“Well, you’ve gone to so much trouble to find him, Shuuichi.  Will you really turn around and leave him now?”  

Shuuichi looks back over at Tenko, who’s still just sitting there, watching Shuuichi with narrowed eyes, scratching at his neck with ragged, worried nails.  Tenko used to scratch himself when he got nervous, running his nails over his elbows, rubbing at his eyes, but this—he’s scratching hard enough to leave marks, angry red lines against pale skin.  

Tenko’s killed someone. Probably more than one someone, if the hands are anything to go by.  He went missing as a kid, his whole family dead, and somehow it didn’t become the kind of thing you still heard about on late-night TV shows about unsolved crimes.  Someone buried the Shimura case years ago, before Shuuichi got anywhere near it.  

But Shuuichi’s in it now, whatever it is.  Leave now?

“Not a chance.”  

[theperksofbeingbarbie]

Murder Puppies and Light Treason - Numbah Five One Shot

Summary: Five needs help and goes to one of his good friends who isn’t made of plastic. Klaus, Diego, and Luther are VERY CONFUSED. 

Word Count: 1144

Paring: Platonic!Five x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Language, probably? I swear a lot so just assume I said fuck at least twice in all of my works unless requested okay

A/N: I just wanted something mildly fluffy with Five and I was like “what if he had a friend who treated him like a little brother and his actual brothers were prepared for that person’s arm to be cut off?” and then this happened. But obviously you can’t just be normal to be in Five’s inner circle. 

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“Bonjour Cinq!” 

“Bonjour. J'espère que vous passez une bonne journée.” 

“Show off.” You rolled your eyes turning to pour a cup of coffee for your favorite regular as he took a seat at the counter. “I thought it was about time for you to come by. Just put a fresh pot on a few minutes ago for my best customer.” 

Five hummed as he accepted the mug, seeming to not mind the three men who were staring at the interaction in awe. “How have you been?” 

“A lot better since you talked to those creeps for me,” you answered, turning to grab a donut for Five as well. “Who would have known someone so cute could be so terrifying?” You placed the plate down in front of the boy, reaching across the counter to tap his nose with your finger. 

Five scrunched his nose and lightly swatted your hand, but there was a slight trace of a smile on his lips. Five didn’t often feel this way about someone, but there was something about the younger server at Griddy’s that made him... Happy. He admired how kind they were, their friendliness. Being kind never came naturally to him and he surely wasn’t used to it from other people so when he found someone who was genuinely nice and interested in all of his ramblings, he cherished it. Five guessed this was what a healthy sibling relationship was supposed to feel like, though he had nothing else to go on. 

“Everyone else is seeing this right? I didn’t get high and not realize I got high and now this is just the weirdest trip I’ve ever been on?” 

You glanced over at the three men who were staring at the boy, glancing back to Five. “They with you?” 

Five sighed, closing his eyes as if he was just woken up from a dream and wasn’t ready to deal with reality yet. “Unfortunately. These are my brothers, Diego, Klaus, and Luther.” 

“Oh. Oh.” Your eyes went wide, but you nodded in understanding. “Well, guys, please sit down. Can I get you anything?” 

“Coffee for all three of them. Extra sugar and cream for Klaus,” Five answered, glaring at his brothers as they all took their seats. 

You gave a quick nod, pouring three mugs in front of the men, leaving sugar and creamer in front of the one who was staring at you with the most wonder in his eyes. Five had told you stories about his family before, but it was still weird to meet them in person. “I doubt you brought the Hargreeves Circus here just to say hi. What’s up, Five?” You ignored the dirty look from Diego at your comment about them being a freak show. 

“I need product.” 

You smirked, pulling your order pad and pen out of your apron, tossing them on the counter with a soft thud. You leaned on your elbows, picking the pen back up. “What do you need, darling?” 

“Something that takes out a government building,” Five answered, sipping his coffee. 

“Are we talking your local clerk’s office or Pentagon?” 

The three men exchanged looks of confusion. This sweet person who looked perfectly at peace in the bright pink uniform and poked their murderous brother’s nose like he was a puppy was his demolition expert? 

“Somewhere between capitol building and an embassy.” 

You considered that for a moment before starting to write on the pad. “Complete destruction or just a section?” 

“Complete.” 

“Reinforced?”

“You think I would come here and not give you a challenge?” 

You looked up to share a smile with the boy, stealing a bite of his donut. You laughed as Five started to threaten you, which only confused his brothers more. 

“This is really happening right?” Klaus asked quietly, yelping when Diego pinched him. “Yup, I guess so.” 

Five continued to grumble as he pulled his donut back toward him, watching you scribble on your order pad. “I expect you to come with us.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

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Diego, Luther, and Klaus stared in disbelief as that bright person from Griddy’s happily placed explosives under a secure government building with Five. Anyone would have thought someone completely down for light treason and domestic terrorism would be tough and scary, but you were giggling and making jokes. Like this was just another day out with your best friend. 

“These would do better as close to the ceiling as we can get them. Luther is the tall one, right? He can help...” 

“I can handle it,” Five said indignantly, ripping the explosive out of your hand. 

You tried to not laugh at your friend, but quickly failed. 

“Don’t make me shoot you!” Five spatial jumped and grabbed onto the pillar, attaching the device as quickly as he could before jumping back down. 

“Are you done showing off, Spider Man?” You turned your attention to the men who were still staring at the exchange with open mouths. “Luther? Help, please. I need these by every pillar as close to the ceiling as you can get them.” 

Luther stared for a moment before moving forward, doing as he was told. 

“Now don’t think the explosion is going to be our big romantic fireworks moment,” you warned Five with a smirk, chuckling when you saw him roll his eyes. 

“Dolores would kill us both. It’s not worth it.”

“I need to meet here one of these days. She sounds sweet.” 

“I already told her about you. She likes you.” 

You swelled with pride at that compliment, looking over at Five with a bright grin. You didn’t see Klaus and Diego continue to share confused looks and whispers about what the fuck was going on. 

“You done?” Five asked when it seemed like Luther had finally placed all of the devices. 

You checked your tablet, smiling as they all showed up active and ready. “We’re good,” you confirmed, turning to follow the Hargreeves back outside. “This is my favorite part!” You slid into the back of Diego’s car, turning so you could watch the building as he drove away. Once you were a safe distance away you hit the button, squealing in delight as the building started to crumble. 

Five laughed at your excitement, pulling you in for a hug as you both watched the building get destroyed. 

“We need to do this more often,” you decided with a happy sigh, turning back around in your seat. “Blowing things up with you is always fun.” 

Five nodded in agreement, unable to hide the smile that took over his features. After being a member of the Commission for so long, he never thought he belonged anywhere. In any time or place, he was always the odd man out. He was thankful he met someone like you, who understood and cared about him despite all his quirks. 

[theymakemesoft]

STRAY KIDS’ REACTION: THEY FIND OUT THEIR S/O IS A VAMPIRE 

Chan:

You often came to the dorm. You were like the maknae line’s third parent. Whenever you knew you were about to see the guys you would make sure to fill up on animal blood, you didn’t want to suddenly attack them. You wanted to tell Chan, especially as things had gotten pretty serious between you, you just weren’t sure how. When you arrived at the dorm you found the guys playing around with a stethoscope that they had brought home from work. You were careful to not be too obvious with your aversion to it, you just kept distracting them every time they began to take interest in hearing your heartbeat. When everyone had gone to bed you and Chan would be left. He would plant the stethoscope piece on your chest before you could say anything. He would move it around trying to find your heartbeat as his eyes scrunched up in confusion. You would suddenly blurt out that he wouldn’t be able to find one, and then reveal the truth in one long run on sentence. He would freeze, but then smile nodding understandingly before sighing. He’d be kinda into it, he wouldn’t mind if you drank his blood, but like Woojin he’d want to know that you didn’t hurt people. 

“Huh, no heartbeat... You are dead...”

Minho:

You would have been dating a long while. You had always avoided going to restaurants for date night, but sometimes it was inevitable. You would end up really sick, your stomach not used to regular food. You thought your boyfriend hadn’t noticed your aversion to food, but he had. Minho would be actually pretty worried about it, he would make sure to compliment you more often hoping that you weren’t feeling pressured to lose weight by anyone. He’d even talk to the other members about his worries. He’d even confront you about it, which made you try to suck it up and eat more often in front of him. Finally Minho had enough and he sat you down at a cafe to talk about his worries with you. When he had confronted you about it, you would bust out laughing. You loved food, just not the same kind of food, you craved blood - a lot of it, all the time. You would say just as much which would shock the senses straight out of him. He would hear you out, mostly because he was too scared to move. When you finished he would have come to a certain understanding of your situation and he wanted to find out more. He would be in shock for a few days and would ignore you, but eventually he’d remember that he cares about you. He would forget about it eventually and it would only really come up when necessary, he might even let you drink his blood once or twice. 

“W-what? You drink blood?” 

Changbin: 

Changbin had always noticed how much you liked to count things. He thought it was funny, another one of your little quirks. Sometimes it was tiring, like when you would insist on counting the number of bricks on the wall before entering the building. Or when he brought you a bouquet of roses and you would spend a good five minutes calculating the number of petals in the whole bouquet. He’d even get you to tutor JeongIn in math for Chan’s sake. One day, you would both be in somewhat bad moods. You inevitably got into a fight when you insisted on counting each and every popcorn kernel that you were going to pop before your at-home movie night. He’d ask why you always had to count everything. You’d respond by telling him that you couldn’t help it, it was what happened when you became a vampire, it was instinct, nothing you could control. You would both be shocked by what you blurted out. You would react quickly though, not wanting him to run away. You would blurt out everything in a matter of seconds and assure him that you never have nor will you ever hurt anyone. He would take a few hours of just sitting there to wrap his mind around it all, but when he came to his senses he would immediately start teasing you and making jokes. It would make both of you feel better. He’d be another member who would go back to normal pretty quickly, it was easier for both of you to just move on about it. 

“You must be trying really hard not to bite this handsome face.” 

Hyunjin:

You were friends since high school, even after you graduated (for the twelfth time) you stayed friends and eventually things had developed romantically. He had always thought it weird how you always seemed to look about eighteen, you hadn’t changed at all, but he didn’t really either so he just let it slid. He had always found some of your habits weird, but he would accept them willingly - he cared about you, even the strange things you did sometimes. One day you had shown up at one of his concerts to surprise him and his cross necklace was a part of his outfit. You wouldn’t have noticed it as you went in for a hug, that is until you felt something burn into your collarbone. You would throw yourself off of him violently, looking down to find a little burn in the shape of a cross. You would both share a look as he had pieced together what happened. You would rush to explain yourself, but he would just turn away needing time to himself. He would be one of the members that would have the hardest time with this information. You would be left in worry for several days even weeks as he tried to figure out what to do from now on. Eventually though, he would come back and apologize for how he acted the way he did. He would be very curious about all of it after he had gotten over his shock.

“What have I gotten myself into?” 

Jisung:

Not only you, but all of your roommates were vampires. You had been careful to avoid bringing your human boyfriend to the den. There were just too many clues that would lead to him finding out. The fridge was full of blood bags and raw meat. The blinds were meant to keep all sunlight out. Most damming of all were the coffins found in each person’s room. Jisung had gotten more and more curious though, especially since he began to crave more time alone with you, away from the dorm away from the teasing eyes of the other members. Eventually, when all of your roommates had gone on vacation, you had prepped the place enough that you felt okay bringing him in. The only thing you hadn’t moved were the coffins, all of the dirt in them it was just too messy. It would be fine, there’s no reason for him to go into your room. You had brought him in and you had both watched a movie on the couch. Eventually you brought out some blankets and a pillow for him to crash on the couch while you head to your room. You thought it would be fine, that’s why when the cover of your coffin was removed and you woke up to face your boyfriend you bust out laughing nervously, as did he. He assumed that it must be a prank, but when you began freaking out he would start to realize this was serious. You would have to probably sit him down by the coffin and reveal everything. He’d take it very well in front of you, but when he went home he would have a mini-existential crisis. He would never share his concerns about your vampirism to your face, but he knew he cared about you and he wanted to be with you. 

“Haha, that’s funny...you can’t be serious.” 

Felix:

The longer a vampire lives, the more the sun hurts them. You were quite old, really old even if you looked eighteen. You had always had a hard time dating because, for one thing dating wasn’t really a thing until fairly recently, and secondly you couldn’t go out during the day. That was one of the great things about Felix though, he was always busy during the day until late at night and then you guys could hang out. He appreciated the fact that he could text you at 3 in the morning wondering if you could go out for ice cream with him and you were always up for it. One day though, you had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch in your apartment with him beside you. Normally you slept terribly unless you were in your coffin but you had slept like a baby. Felix had even woken up before you and the blinds were open. You were right at the border of shadow and sunlight. Felix had noticed when you jumped at the speed of light to the far end of the room screaming at him to close the blinds. He would be freaked out until you calmed down enough to explain everything to him. He would be in shock, he’d find it amusing, but he’d also be kind of relieved to see you relieved. He wouldn’t really know how he felt, he’d probably take a few days to tell you if he was okay with it or not. He’d be very caring about it and though he may take some time to get around to it, he would eventually forget about it most of the time. 

“I don’t know how to feel about that.” 

Seungmin:

In Seungmin’s eyes you were the most beautiful girl in the world. When you would constantly avoid taking pictures with him or duck the minute he whipped out his phone he’d assume you were self-conscious. If only he knew that even if he did take a picture of you you wouldn’t appear. You had always been careful to avoid mirrors when you were around him, but he didn’t really care about that. He just wanted a picture of his girlfriend that he could look at while he was on tour. One day he’d hide behind your shower curtain and then surprise you by taking a picture of you. He would grin in victory before glancing down at his phone only to see nothing but your bathroom, he’d look up and realize there wasn’t a reflection in the mirror either. You’d rush to explain everything and he’d listen thoughtfully. He wouldn’t be in shock, he’d be more and more curious as you continued to explain. He’d want to be sure that you don’t hurt anyone, but once you assured him you could never hurt anyone he’d be quick to move on. A strong part of him would wish that he hadn’t found out, but he had and it wouldn’t change how he felt about you. 

“Alright then, as long as you don’t kill people I guess...” 

JeongIn:

You had been good friends at school and eventually with much urging from the members he had confessed to you and you started dating. A lot of the time you acted more like friends than a couple. One day when you were hanging out at the dorm you two were fooling around in the kitchen, you accidentally got a cut, but no worries it healed in less than a second. Problem was that your boyfriend had noticed this. His jaw had fell right away and he could barely let a sound out. You had to drag him to the bathroom and lock the door. He’d ask what you were, and when you answered his hands would hit his cheeks in surprise. He would just stay there listen to your freaked mutters. Secretly he thought it was cool, he thought it was something like a superhero. He was also a little scared the next time he spoke he’d mumble about how he couldn’t handle all of this. You two wouldn’t speak for a week until finally he decided that he cared about you and nothing would change that. 

“I’m too young for this...” 

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