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Off-Script (Act 3) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
Tomura's been Dabi's stunt double for almost a decade, and he's not easily impressed, but when he squares up with you for a fight scene, he finds himself caught off-guard in more ways than one. As the shoot progresses and sparks fly between the two of you, Tomura has to decide if you're worth the risk -- or if the best sparring partner he's ever had is all you'll ever be. (cross-posted to Ao3)
Act 1 Act 2
Act 3
The partyâs in full swing, and even though youâve been here for an hour at most, Tomuraâs already ready to kill Spinner for forcing him to invite you. Youâre the only actor at the party. Everyone keeps asking you why you arenât at the other party, and Tomuraâs getting really sick of listening to you explain that you arenât important enough to go to that one. Once itâs been established that youâre a nobody like the rest of them, one of two things happens. If the person youâre talking to is a woman, they ask you about the fight scene you filmed with Tomura. If youâre talking to a guy, he asks you to dance â and you say yes.
Tomura thought youâd dance with him, since heâs the one who invited you. He made the mistake of saying that to Magne, who switched out the beer in his hand for the double Malibu shot she was holding and told him that unless heâd asked you to go to the party with him specifically, he hadnât asked you out. Then Twice came by, stole Tomuraâs Malibu shot and replaced it with a Long Island Iced Tea, and informed him that just because you play a mind reader in a movie doesnât mean you can do it in real life.
Tomura threw down half the Long Island in one swallow and almost gagged. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âSheâs not gonna know you want to dance with her unless you ask her to dance,â Twice said. Magne nodded sagely. âSo ask her to dance. Or â do that, I guess! That works too!â
Tomura had just finished off the rest of the Long Island. Twice patted him on the pack and he almost threw up. âGo get âem, Shigaraki! Or go home!â
Tomura thought about going home. Then he decided that he wanted to be drunker first, so he went back to the makeshift bar for something a little less instantly neurotoxic. But that hit pretty fast, too, and it hit hard enough that Tomura decided to sit down rather than try to walk to the shuttle stop and pass out on the way. So thatâs what heâs been doing instead of dancing or talking or even drinking more. Sitting on a rock and watching the only actor at the party make herself at home.
Spinner sits down on the rock next to Tomura. Tomura tries to shove him off. âNo. Go away.â
Spinner gets comfortable. âHeard anything from Dabi yet?â
Tomura fumbles his phone out of his pocket to check. âNothing. Heâs going to text you, not me. Youâre the nice one.â
âNot hard to be, when youâre the one saying shit like I donât care about this,â Spinner says. Tomura rolls his eyes and gets dizzy. âLook, it was â not great â when you were just being a dick to her. Now youâre being a dick to everybody.â
âItâs your fault for making me invite her.â
âNope,â Spinner says. âYouâve been in a shitty mood about this since you guys filmed that scene. We all think you should just ââ
âLadies, and those of you who are not ladies, eyes up front!â Yamadaâs in Present Mic mode, which gives Tomura a headache on his best day. âItâs been brought to my attention that everyone is now sufficiently wasted enough for us to begin â drumroll! â the karaoke contest! Whoâs up first!â
Nobody wants to be up first, like usual. The first round of the karaoke contest is usually just people bullying their friends onto the stage. Tomura turns to glare at Spinner. âIf you even think about it ââ
âI wouldnât do that to you!â Spinner actually looks insulted. âWeâre best friends, not mortal enemies!â
âSince you all are being shy, Iâm going to pick a volunteer,â Present Mic announces. Itâs not volunteering if somebody makes you do it. âAnd Iâm picking somebody who has the pipes for this for sure! Give it up for Jiro Kyoka, whoâs going to give us her best Dolly Parton impression on Jolene!â
Jiro smacks Present Mic on her way up to the makeshift stage, and heâs apologizing right up until the music starts. Tomura doesnât know why, and neither does Spinner, but Jiroâs a good singer even when sheâs had a few. The next person who goes up is Mirio, whoâs tone-deaf on zero drinks but has had enough to volunteer himself. Attention grabs arenât really Tomuraâs thing â heâd prefer to go unnoticed most of the time â but he knows why the crew gets so into it. They spend all day doing ridiculous amounts of work, only for the actors to get all the credit if the movie does well. If they want to clown around, heâs not going to blame them.
âRoom for one more?â
Tomura jumps and so does Spinner. Itâs you, holding a water bottle and looking sort of tired. âGo for it,â Spinner says, shoving Tomura to the side and scooting away himself. âRight there.â
You sit down next to Tomura. Tomura hasnât said a word to you since you got here. He looks around for something to say and comes up with something stupid. âYou donât want to show everybody up at karaoke?â
âIf Yamada calls on me Iâll go up,â you say. âIf he doesnât, Iâd just look like an asshole for grabbing the spotlight.â
âIsnât that all actors do? Grab the spotlight?â
âDo you actually want it?â you ask Tomura. Tomura blinks. âYou and the other stunt guys are closer to the spotlight than anybody else here. Why stay out of it?â
âThatâs the stupidest question anyoneâs ever asked me.â Tomura thinks thatâs probably an overstatement, but heâs also on the not-fun side of drunk, so heâs giving himself a pass. âWhy do you think?â
âSo youâre telling me that if I waved a magic wand and changed your face to whatever you think itâs supposed to look like, youâd suddenly want to be famous?â
Tomura should have been paying less attention to who you were dancing with and more to what you were drinking, because while heâs pretty trashed, youâre sober. Heâs miscalculated, big-time. âItâs not a trick question,â you say. âI just want to know why you pick on people for chasing something that you donât even want.â
âBecause itâs a waste of time for most of you,â Tomura says. Spinner protests, but Tomura ignores him. You came over here. You started it. âFor every big star thereâs a thousand people paying union dues who will be extras for their entire careers. How long do you plan on hanging out waiting for a big break thatâs not going to happen? Find something else to do thatâs â not that â and stop running around getting all starry-eyed. Itâs pathetic. Sue me for being annoyed.â
Silence falls. âIâm getting another drink,â Spinner says. âWant anything, Psylocke?â
You shake your head. âI want one,â Tomura says, but Spinner ignores him. Like itâs his fault, somehow, when inviting you was Spinnerâs idea in the first place. You havenât said anything yet. Tomura replays what he just said to you, and guilt strikes him like a sandbag to the back of the head. âUh ââ
âDid you ever think itâs because we love it?â
âHuh?â
âIf I was doing this to be famous, Iâd have quit a long time ago,â you say. You pass your water bottle to Tomura and lean back on your hands, head tipped to look up at the sky. âMost of us arenât stupid, or naĂŻve. We know what our odds are like. Making it on the acting side â theatre, movies, TV, whatever â takes getting lucky. Or it takes knowing somebody who knows somebody who owes your mom a favor.â
Thatâs how Dabi got into it. His dadâs rich, his dad owns a production company, and his dad got him a bit part in some spy movie when he was thirteen that launched his entire career. Dabiâs career is Tomuraâs career, so Tomura doesnât bitch about it. Besides, Dabiâs good at it. But lots of people are good at it. Being good at it doesnât mean shit, even when it should.
âI know itâs not going to happen,â you say. âGetting steady work is an achievement all on its own, and even that doesnât pay the greatest. I could make more money doing almost anything else. But I really like what I do. The win for me is getting to do the thing I love every day.â
Tomura tries to wrap his head around that one. It doesnât work. âActors want to be famous. Thatâs why theyâre actors.â
âThere are other ways to get famous,â you point out. âDo the right kind of porn and youâll get famous in a hurry.â
Tomura nearly chokes on thin air. âIf I wanted money, Iâd do something else. If I wanted fame, Iâd do something else,â you say. âThat leaves you two possible answers. Either Iâm really stupid, or I really love what Iâm doing. What do you think it is?â
âYouâre not stupid,â Tomura says, still coughing. He twists the cap off the water bottle and sucks down a few swallows. âExcept maybe for sitting here and putting up with my shit.â
âIâm still trying to figure out what I did to piss you off.â You take the water bottle â your water bottle, Tomura remembers too late â and take a few sips before handing it back. âIs it really just that Iâm new?â
âNo.â Tomura canât even remember why. No, he can. âIt wasnât you at first. It was supposed to be Dabiâs fight and he made me do it instead, so I was pissed. And you wouldnât take the stupid compliment, so I was pissed about that, too.â
âAnd right now?â
âWho said Iâm pissed at you right now?â
âYou, five minutes ago, when you were calling me and ninety percent of the actors in the world stupid and naĂŻve,â you say. âWhat did I do this time?â
Even though Tomuraâs starting to sober up, the alcohol smacks him one last time, and itâs a critical hit. âDanced with everybody but me.â
Itâs quiet for a second. Then you get to your feet in a smooth, fluid motion that Tomura probably canât even accomplish sober. âOkay. Now I need that drink.â
You donât invite Tomura to come with you, but he follows you anyway as you make your way back towards the party. Partway there you stop and he walks into you. You twist around to face him. âYouâre mad because I didnât dance with you? You didnât ask.â
âI asked you to the party with me, didnât I?â The sooner Tomura finds something to lean against, the better. He might be sober enough to know he fucked up, but heâs still pretty drunk. Not drunk enough to forget what Magne told him. âIf this is just because I didnât use the exact words ââ
âNo, itâs because youâve spent the last two weeks acting like you hate me,â you say. Tomura wants to say youâre exaggerating, but given that Toga and Spinner both called him out, he canât really say that or anything else. âNow you want to dance? What am I supposed to do with that except get trashed?â
At least now youâre both on the same subject. âDance.â
âDo you even dance?â You give Tomura a skeptical look. âI donât know if you can keep up with me.â
Maybe this is how you felt when Tomura acted like you couldnât swordfight. âI can dance. I was going to go easy on you ââ
âOh, shut up.â You grab Tomuraâs hand and pull him towards the dance floor. Tomura barely has time to ditch the empty water bottle before the crowd closes ranks around the two of you, locking you in.
Tomura knows how to dance. More accurately, sober Tomura knows how not to dance, and avoiding that looks enough like knowing how to dance that he can get by. But thatâs when heâs sober. When heâs drunk and thereâs someone who clearly knows what theyâre doing standing in front of him, heâs got absolutely nowhere to hide.
He studies you, trying to see if he can copy your moves, but you donât really have distinct moves. What youâve got is pinpoint control over every part of your body, which is what Tomura has, except instead of using it to make it look real when you have to fake getting shot, youâre using it to make dancing look like itâs what you were designed to do. Heâd never know you dislocated a rib today if he hadnât seen the bruise. All he can see is how your moves match the music, how confident you look. Itâs hot. Tomura doesnât think youâre trying to be hot, but heâs still not sober, and heâs paying way too much attention to everything your hips and your ass are doing. Heâs supposed to be dancing, too. How is he supposed to look away from that?
Someone bumps into him, and he stumbles forward a few steps, right into your personal space. It doesnât throw you off even slightly. âI was wondering when you were going to join in,â you say, barely audible over the music. Probably only audible because youâre pressed up against him and your mouthâs barely brushing his ear. âIs this you going easy on me?â
Tomura thinks he could be the best dancer on the planet and he still wouldnât be able to compete with you. His hands come up of their own accord and settle on your waist, like the two of you are slow-dancing at a junior prom, completely out of sync with the music. You laugh, quiet and dark, but you wrap your arms around Tomuraâs neck and rise on your toes to whisper in his ear again. âPretend weâre fighting.â
You were just fighting. Werenât you? It takes Tomura a second, but once he gets it, he gets it, along with a rush of adrenaline thatâs absolutely insane. He pulls you in tight against him and you lean in, lining your body up with his centimeter by centimeter, limb by limb. One of your arms peels away from around his neck and traces down along the line of his shoulder, and Tomura raises his arm to match, ready to catch your hand by the time you reach his wrist.
Once he takes it, you spin out and away from him, like the two of you are ballroom dancing or some shit. But you come back closer than before, your back pressed to Tomuraâs chest, leaning against him. Still holding his hand.
The handholding is fucking with Tomuraâs head. He lets go and wraps both arms around your waist, and you twist in his grip to face him, a moment before tipping sideways on purpose. Tomura knew you were going to do it. He felt you telegraph it, the same as you did during the fight scene, and heâs ready to catch you. It looks like youâre ballroom dancing â again â and Tomuraâs friends are probably losing their shit watching it, if theyâre watching â but you trust Tomura to catch you, and he does.
He sees a smile cross your face before he pulls you back up, and you instantly tip the other way. Heâs not as ready for that one, but it doesnât matter as much, because youâre hooked one leg over his hip and caught yourself.
Itâs like you want to break Tomuraâs brain. Fuck it. If youâre fighting, he can fight back. He wraps one hand around your back to help you up, but he catches the crook of your knee with his other hand and pulls you tight against him. He feels you startle; then you lean into him again, not quite grinding on him but close enough that his cock doesnât notice a difference. Or it wouldnât, if Tomura hadnât drunk so much earlier. Heâs never been so thankful for whiskey dick in his life.
He doesnât let go of your leg, and you donât pull away. You wrap your arms around Tomuraâs neck again and you tilt your head, studying him, your gaze flicking downwards, then back up. Tomuraâs pretty sure you were looking at his mouth, and with your head tilted like that â do you want him to kiss you? Is that why youâre looking at him like that? If heâs reading this wrong, heâs going to fuck everything up, whether he kisses you or not. So he might as well get one kiss in. Tomura squares his shoulders beneath your hands and leans in.
âHey!â
Itâs possible that Tomuraâs never been as pissed off at anybody as he is at Spinner right now. Spinnerâs standing right there, looking sort of panicked, and you pull away from Tomura instantly, clearly embarrassed. âWhat?â Tomura shouts at Spinner. Itâs lucky that the musicâs loud. He can get away with shouting. âWhat the fuck is ââ
Spinner holds up his phone, the screen brightness cranked to maximum. Dabiâs texted â both of them, only Tomura didnât notice, because he was with you. get me the fuck out of here right now
Shit. Spinner turns and heads off the dance floor, and Tomura follows him. He grabs your hand on the way, so you wonât think heâs ditching you completely, and instead of pulling away, you come along. Once the three of you are clear of the dancers, Spinner turns to Tomura. âIf he texted us, that means itâs bad,â he states. Tomuraâs not going to argue. âIâm too drunk to drive.â
âSo am I,â Tomura says. For a little while longer at least. âIf we wait fifteen minutes or something ââ
âHe said right now,â Spinner says. âItâll take fifteen minutes at least to get there. He fucked himself over in thirty seconds last time.â
Thirty seconds is generous. Dabiâs managed to get himself into cops-calling trouble in fifteen seconds or less before. Tomura didnât want to be involved in Dabiâs sobriety, but he didnât want to fuck him over, either, and this qualifies. Thatâs not even mentioning whatâs going to happen to his career if Dabi drops out of this movie. âWe blew it,â Spinner says, his face ashen. âHeâs never going to forgive us ââ
You tug lightly at Tomuraâs hand. âI can drive.â
Tomura looks at you. So does Spinner. âI donât know whatâs going on here,â you say, âbut I can tell itâs urgent. I donât need to know whatâs going on to be your designated driver.â
âYou didnât drink?â Spinner asks. You shake your head. âGreat. Can you drive stick?â
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(Hey there. Your work is so amazing that I need MORE! :3)
How would Shigaraki and LOV react on his s/o, who is rich and caring and she bought them a house in the woods, so they can hide when the heroes are near? Would they like to go there for a vacation with her? To just chill in the nature?
(Thank you so much for your amazing work đ€)
Hiiiiiiii Iâm so honored you like my work! âșïžâșïž I hope you like this too!!
Shigaraki with Rich!Reader
Shigaraki and the League would be incredible suspicious at first
They expected you to be some rich kid whoâs ârebelling from their daddyâ (which dabi understood) and trying to make their family mad
Who could blame them? You came in and told them you wanted to help the cause, but you didnât know the first thing about fighting or stealth. âMy father always paid bodyguards to protect meâ Frankly, Shigaraki was ready to kick you out from day 1.
But when you came back with information about the Hero Commissionâs next move (unprompted I add) they were intrigued
Shigaraki realized you could get in close like they never could. You were smart, friendly, and most importantly, the daughter/son of a wealthy, influential family
He knew that he could use that to his advantage. Eventually, he began accompanying you out, wanting to make sure you werenât double crossing them. He would stalk behind you about 10-15 feet, keeping out of your way and letting you do your work
When the two of you would return and after telling the league what you found you, you and toga and Magne would gush on and on about how attractive your date was
Spinner and dabi would gag and leave the room, Mr. Compress would chuckle and make a comment on âthe good old school girl crushâ behind making his exit, but not Tomura
He lurked around the bar afterwards, drinking some cocktail Kurogiri make and listening in. (Yes I headcanon Tomura as a cocktail man, donât come at me)
It irritated him endlessly how much you talked about your date, going on for hours about how you enjoyed it
His hands would twitch and he could feel the need to dust someone increase exponentially. He decided to not stay around afterwards anymore, but the feeling never went away
He thought it was just his annoyance of gossip, but even when he wasnât there, the feeling lingered.
Long story short, one night Tomura dusted your date immediately after you ended the night and confessed (stuttering and scratching his neck while doing so)
But after confessing to you, the young leader became.. less of as asshole and more.. mature
By that point, you had settled into being a part of the LoV and everyone had taken quite a liking to you (even dabi if you can believe it)
Things only got better for the league when you were able to steal money from your father and buy them a much better, bigger hideout.
âMy father had millions upon millions of yen, heâs not gonna notice if a few million go missingâ
It was an old, a banded building on the outskirts of town. With a kitchen, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, and even a basement that the LoV converted into a training area.
While they kept using the bar as their main HQ, most of the time if someone wasnât on a mission, they could be found in the building you bought
They even named the building âY/Nâs Mansionâ (spinner came up with the name)
The Relationship
Tomuraâs relationship with you was, frankly, the best thing to happen to the league
Even though sometimes he still got annoyed with how privileged you seemed, he never really could bring himself to hate you
You were always kind and generous, never really thinking about yourself
You always made sure to be ready with the first aid kit when anyone came back from missions and you always made an effort to learn about each one of them
The first time Tomura let you touch his skin, you were so delicate and soft. Treating him like a glass figure, careful not to break him
Before you, he had never been shown such tenderness, it was a new sensation for him that he swears he will never get used to it
He wanted to show you the same thing, so he forced Dabi to go out and steal some artist. gloves for him
Your skin felt so.. delicate underneath his rough palm that he almost convinced himself that you were a real angel
You were still naive to the way of the world, but Tomura wanted to keep it that way
He was like your scary dog privileges and "barked" at anyone who even looked at you wrong
A guy stared too long at the connivence story? Dusted later that night
Someone made an unwanted advance at a bar or club? They suddenly go missing a few minutes later
Dabi makes some snide comment about you? Tomura is up in his face, glaring and threatening him (Kurogiri has had to break up too many confrontations)
Overall, Tomura may have been suspicious of you but in reality you have become the single, most important thing in his life
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Incorrect BNHA LOV quotes Featuring: Sarcastic Viewer!
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Dabi: Just trust me.
Viewer: Last time you said that my apartment complex was reduced to ashes.
Dabi: Be happy you didn't die.
Viewer: At this point I wish I did.
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Tomura: Oh. You're still alive.
Viewer, wrapped in bandages: Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me.
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Kurogiri: Your arm is bleeding.
Viewer, letting blood drip on the floor out of spite: Oh really? I hadn't noticed that my blood was currently being used as floor cleaner as it flows from my gaping wound. Thanks for letting me know!
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Viewer: Well. This is a nice change. of scenery!
Tomura: It's a prison cell.
Viewer: I was being sarcastic.
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Dabi: I think I actually hate you.
Viewer; waving him off: Yeah. I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
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Dabi; tired of their shit: Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?
Viewer; irritated as all hell: Not till four.
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Viewer; putting their coat on:
Spinner: Where are you going?
Viewer: Hell, most likely.
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Dabi: I'll kill you.
Viewer; done with his edgy shit: If you want to seem threatening; don't go straight for death, describe how you're gonna torture me then the way you'd destroy all I loved and stood for.
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Tomura: Go to hell.
Viewer: Tried that. Devil said I misbehaved too much.
Tomura: I am this close to dusting you.
Viewer: Do it. Pussy.
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Random stranger: Um... Excuse me, are these guys bothering you?
Viewer; almost immediately: Yes.
Toga; in a panic: You know us!
Twice, in the process of panicking: Its true!
Viewer: Unfortunately
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Mr. Compress: Smiles are congaguious!
Viewer: Don't worry, I'm vaccinated.
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Magne: That's not funny.
Dabi; snickering: I thought it was.
Viewer: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral home because you started thinking of a meme you saw on facebook!
Spinner: Who the fuck still uses facebook!?
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Twice: Hold on, you DIED!
Viewer; holding an IV stand: Yeah, well it didn't stick!
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Overhaul: Are you scared?
Viewer: No, I have this terrified look on my face 'cause I'm having so. Much. FUN.
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Spinner: I.... is that blood?
Viewer; in a deadpan: No. It's Satan juice.
Spinner; concerned: What?...
Viewer: Of course, its blood jackass! Now come over here and help me move the body!
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Kurogiri: Go on, apologize.
Toga: I'd like to apologize-
Viewer: Nuh uh.
Toga: The fuck you mean nuh uh?
Viewer: You want me to pretend getting stabbed never happened!
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Viewer: I'm gonna need chicken blood, salt, five candles and a bottle of vodka.
Dabi: Vodka? For a spell?
Viewer; fed up: No. That's just to make me feel better after burning down that nursing home and making it look like an Eldrich cult!
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Toga: Oh, look at all the pretties!
Viewer: Can you please stop taking about the knives the same way you talk about shoes?
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Viewer: What's the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?
Kurogiri: Those are children. That's a school.
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Spinner; laid back: It'll be easy! All you have to do is seduce them!
Viewer: Me? You're joking right? I'm about as seductive as a head of cabbage that was just tossed around like a socker ball!
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Kurogiri; concerned: Viewer, where is your left shoe?
Viewer: The giant puddle down the street demanded a sacrifice.
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Hi, love â€
I don't know if your request is open or not. But, if so, may i've a hazbin hotel request. Angel dust with a handsome male reader, taller than himself, and likes to tease đ to others (but, mostly to angel dust) . With Smut thing pleaseđđ„ș, I ' m begging you đđđ
Pronounce : he / his
Your work is like a magic
Hello, sweetie! Hope you like what I did there <3 My request are open, yes! Thank you for the ask, it's a pleasure doing it. And thank you for your kind words! <3
Angel Dust x Taller!Male-Reader
I got this header from this sweetpie!
A bit of backstory.
Anyone who looked at your way... Was absolutely taken back by their words, by their choices... Why? Because you were absolutely handsome. Everything about your appearence was enough to give you a little fame... And because of that fame, it was a surprise when people find out about your... Odds behaviors.
Going to hell... You didn't have that in your to do list... But what can you do now? Well, you thought that now you have to stick around with the idea of being in this place... Until you heard about Hazbin Hotel - that was an opportunity that you COULDN'T miss... Even if it was BS.
Also, I would say that you would be a White Tiger.
Sfw
For starters, Angel Dust was already leaning in to talk to you - he was pretty much accustomed with being the tallest demon around the hotel... Until he looked at you. You were strangely tall... And you must be one of the most handsome sinners that he has EVER seen.
You knocked on the door and were fastly answered by Charlie - Who was quite surprised to see someone there. "May I help you?" She would ask, with her sweet smile, while holding the door. "Well... Aren't you a cute one?" You immediatly hold her free hand, giving it a kiss - You acted like a gentleman "You must be Charlie Magne, the princess right? Pleasure meeting you, I'm [Name]." She was smilling a lot, didn't see a sinner that was so proper in so many years... Maybe she could have a chance on reedeming you! "I'm quite interested in your whole plan... May I be your test subject?" "Oh- Well..." She gave you space for you to enter, she guide you to the saloon "You see him? The spider-boy? He is already our test subject! But... I guess it wouldn't hurt having two!"
"Angel Dust's the name. Looks like we finally have a hotstuff that isn't me." He said, laughing a bit. "Oh, I see what you meaned then... It must be similar attraction, my sweet spider" You said, holding his hand and kissing it "I must say, never did I thought that I would find a sinner handsome." Oh, sweet. Now there's two of them - Thought both Alastor and Vaggie.
Since that little interaction, you two got along pretty well - always praising, flirting and even being too touchy with eachother. It was a mutual physical attraction that nobody could actually try to calm it. Angel finally founded someone that wasn't a asshole but still being a flirt and hot.
I think that Angel wouldn't mind you flirting around, he does the same thing.
And I do think that Angel would actually think it's pretty hot when you come to him, flirting with him - and not letting him be alone. You were his savior from all this messed up things that happened to him... Together with the hotel.
He would treasure you even before dating you... Also, you being taller than him was no problem - He likes it actually, thinks it makes you look intimidating [And that solves a lot of his problems.]
Being with Angel means one thing... You know everything about what Val did to him, he couldn't thought about hidding it from you - Especially because, he knows that could happen again.
Imagine his surprise when you come to his hotel's room, full of blood and holding his freedom paper... That was your first gift to him as a boyfriend... And he couldn't ask for anything else.
Now, being free from Valentine's hands... He didn't know what to do, but knew that he could finally rest.
Relationship [SFW]
Don't get me wrong, but I'm sure that Angel would do a lot of tall jokes... He heard a lot of them already, now it's your turn. Expect holding hands with him while he is occupied with something or cuddling with him. He always takes you to meet Cherry Bomb, he wants you to get along with his bestie - After all, you were both of the only people that he would tell his past to. Angel's love language for you are Physical Touch and Acts of Service. He just can't take his hands of you, he is always touching you, kissing you... Doing things for you. You can ask him anything, you must be sure that he will do it. He doesn't mind what your love language is, but he guesses that it's Words of Affirmation. He loves to cuddle with you and Fat Nuggets, especially when his mind goes to things he regrets... On bad days. He isn't the perfect boyfriend [on his mind] but he tries his best to make you comfortable, to make you see through 'Angel Dust' and to actually see Anthony.
He shows you off to anyone, like "LOOK AT MY HANDSOME AND TALL BOYFRIEND! HE IS TALLER THAN ME, YOU SUCKERS HAHAHA" - He would even compare your height to all of his friends.
If he gets in trouble, he is PROBABLY going to call you and wait patiently for your advices. He hears your words like they are divine, he would try to follow all of them. If he hears you flirting with someone else, he is probably going to flirt with that other person too-
Nsfw
Oh my, it's hot here. Now, let's just say:
If you aren't in a relationship.
He probably thought that your flirtly attitude towards him was only that, wanting to fuck him and then nothing else. He would give this opportunity to you. Being the top or bottom didn't matter to him [But he was sure that you wanted to fuck and not to be the one fucked.] Being the bottom is easy for him, he is a bit of a bratty tho. Would even tease you until you are not going easy on him, until you don't hold back. He would mark you a lot and expect you to leave some marks on him too... So don't be afraid. Being the top was a odd request for him, most of his clients wanted to fuck him only. But he wouldn't obliged, he is a Service top, just say what you want from him and he shall give to you. He wouldn't expect you to stay, so just hold him... He would be quite... Happy with that.
But, to him, that was a one nightstand - nothing else.
If you are in a relationship.
This one will have more informations.
Bottom Angel.
As I said before, he is a bratty type. He would do everything to tease you until you pull him aside to put him in his place, he would ALWAYS say that he is sorry and that he wouldn't do it again... But when he is bored, teasing you was the first thing that he would do.
He does care where he is being fucked... After all, he likes the thought that - now - you and him are together, he wouldn't let someone see you if you don't like it.
He has a lot of kinks, he wouldn't care to realise one of yours - It's pretty much normal to him to do it like that, actually.
Angel has a high sex drive, but he can hold himself - He isn't feral yet... Just wait until he see his marks on you.
Aftercare with Angel is always reassuring him, holding him, cuddling, kissing him... Making sure that he feels loved and not a flashlight.
"...Thank you. I... I never thought I would feel like this when having sex, it's like a new thing to me." "Nobody treated you like that?" "Oh, I wished... Well... Some people say you suffer to value what you earn... I think that this reflects this momment... So, Thank you again, [Name]. Thank you for being my boyfriend."
Top Angel.
"Top Service, top dick." - That's what he said to you after you asked him to be the top. He wouldn't DOM you, unless if you wanted. He would concentrate in giving you as much pleasure as possible - he had enough with people treating others as flashlights, he wouldn't do that with you. He is actually a sweetpie in bed, always looking at your face, searching for pain, discomfort and always trying to make this whole experience good for you. He would take everything slow and passionated... He knows that he wasn't like that when you were just fucking, but... You are especial to him now. What can he do unless treat you like it? Aftercare with Angel is him reassuring you, shoving you with hugs, kisses and kind words.
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Texas Transplant PT 2
Paring: Tommy Miller x Reader
Part 1 Part 3
Word count: 6k
Summary: Tommy is tired of living in Joel's shadow. He feels broken and unloveable, just going threw the motions of life. Then you walked into his life making him realize it is possible for him to be loved and cared for.
Tommy Miller x reader AU (outbreak never happens)
Warnings: Slow Build, Pining ,Mutual Pining ,Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love, fluffy tommy, protective Tommy, mentions of PTSD, Panic Attacks, toxic/ controlling ex, toxic family, divorce, some angst.
A/N: Iâm so nervous to start posting this story but Iâm extremely proud of this instillation and how this story is progressing
Your eyes flutter open when you feel the warm morning sun on your face. Itâs takes them a moment to adjust to the light, realizing youâd fallen asleep on the couch. Sitting up you let out a big yawn and stretch, swinging your feet down to the floor. You can hear Stacey upstairs so you holler up to her âdo you want coffee?â
âYes please!â
You make your way to the kitchen making up two iced coffees.
You find Stacey reading in her reading chair, handing her her coffee you set yours down on her night stand and dramatically flop down on her bed pulling a laugh out of her.
âUgh I canât believe I fell asleep on the couch itâs been a while, and with company here no less.â
âI wouldnât worry about it, itâs been a long couple days and Tommy wasnât offended.â
She watches as you smile at the mention of him and wipe it off your face just as quickly when you realize she sees your reaction.
âOh he said to tell you he said goodnight too by the wayâ Stacey says with a teasing grin on her face.
âAhh heâs so niceâ
âWell thanks for covering me up and setting me up with water last nightâ
Stacey pauses a couple of beats which makes you look at her with a puzzled expression when you see sheâs just looking at you, giant smile spread across her face.
âWhy are you looking at me like that weirdo?â
âI didnât cover you upâ she says smirking wider
âWhat do you mean?â Brows knit together in complete confusion.
âThat was Tommyâ
Complete surprise washes over your face rendering you speechless for a moment.
âAre you fucking with me?â You ask while chuckling.
âHaha no Iâm notâ
âHe saw you were sleeping all curled up and asked if he should wake you, I told him youâd be alright and that you can be grumpy when you get woken up sometimesâ
âOh Jesus you told him that?â You ask covering your face in embarrassment.
âHe thought it was funny, so then he asked if he could have a blanket to cover you up with so I gave him your favorite one, while I was getting the blanket he went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water.
When I gave him the blanket he threw it over his shoulder before he very softly straightened out you legs and then tucked you in.â
You swear you face is the color of the ripest tomato on a hot summer day. As your processing everything Stacey is saying. You canât sort your thoughts out enough to get any words out so you just stare down at your coffee.
âHe like you (y/n)â
âThereâs no way a guy like Tommy would like meâ
âHe told me how happy he was to have spent the day with you. I saw his face lit up when he talked about youâ
âHeâs a huge flirt whoâs an incredibly nice guy, Iâm sure heâs just being nice. He calls you sweetheart and darling, so does Joel isnât it just a southern thing?â
âIt is but itâs his tone, when he says stuff like that to you itâs in a different tone then when he does with me or when Joel says it.â
âTommy is beautiful, a guy like that could have any girl in the room, I doubt heâs interested in me, a divorced girl with anxiety, thick tights and a soft squishy belly.â
âAh! You said he was beautiful, your into him arenât you?!â She says excitedly like you her told a secret you werenât supposed too.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât into him. There was just something about him that you couldnât explain. Itâs as if there was this magnetic pull between you two even though you just met. But you arenât ready to admit it yet. You didnât want to get your hopes up after everything youâve been through, that somebody like Tommy would be interested in you.
Avoiding her question all together you sigh as you sit up.
âI suppose I should get my shit together and work on unpackingâ
âI wish you wouldnât be so hard on yourselfâ Stacey calls after you as you leave the room.
Flopping down on your bed helped but let your mind wander to Tommy. Should I text him? Would he be bothered if I did? I donât want to bother him. But I should atleast apologize for falling asleep and thank him for caring to cover me up.
Tommyâs pov
Tommy sits in his usual spot at the cafe like he does nearly every Sunday morning. Itâs been apart of his routin for a while now, getting breakfast and his coffee and sitting, spending time with Sarah when she has free moments and trying out the new drink recipes she tryâs to come up with as a special. But this morning is different, his mind races with thoughts of you as he stares out the window. He hasnât stopped thinking about you since last night. Wondering if you also feel the magnetic pull that seems to be between the two of you. Even though the two of you just met there seemed to be this energy between you guys, like you were supposed to meet. The way you laugh makes his heart skip a beat and they way he canât help but smile when he sees you
Has him feeling a little scared. Heâs never connected with anyone they way heâs connected with you and itâs caused an inner fight with himself. Heâs torn, on one hand he wants to text you, to tell you good morning, to check in and see if you slept ok on the couch, to see how your day is going. But on the other hand he doesnât want to to bother you, to come on to strong and freak you out, to get his or your hopes up. You see because for every ounce of confidence Tommy has he has equally that much self doubt and low self esteem. Tommy was shy and tender inside of his rugged confident exterior. Despite having all the love in the world for his brother Tommyâs always felt like heâs lived in Joelâs shadow. Everyone loved Joel, wanted to hang out with him, wanted to date him, called him when they needed someone. But for Tommy it was the opposite, he had a huge heart and he wore it on his sleeve, giving the whole thing to anyone he cared about, but people always just take advantage of that. Calling him when they wanted something because they knew he wouldnât say no ( he always just wants to help). Girls date him to either try to get with his brother or just to use him and dump him when theyâve gotten what theyâve wanted.
All these feelings amplified by the PTSD he struggles with from being in desert storm, which inevitably drives people away that did originally have good intentions. All he wanted to do was help make the world better, make things better for people and make people proud of him. But he didnât feel like he did any good and only came back worse than he left. He suffers from panic attacks and nightmares that he cant control and most people take off when they have to experience one for themselves. All he wants is to love and be loved in return. To have someone that excepts him for who he is that he can share his life with. Someone to come home to at night, that he can can take care of and make as happy as they make them. Tommy had given up all hope that that was possible for him, that was until you walked into his life.
Tommyâs phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. He pulls it out to see a text from you, not being about to control the smile that appears across his face. This doesnât go unnoticed by Sarah, thinking about how itâs been a long time since sheâs seen her uncle as happy as he has been the last couple days.
Y/N: Hey, sorry I feel asleep on you guys last night, I feel terrible. But it was really nice spending the day with you. Hope youâre having a good day! đ
Tommy feels his cheeks flush as he reads your message. You saying you enjoyed spending the day with him sent the butterflies in his stomach into overdrive.
Tommy: oh donât worry about it sweetheart,itâs no worries at all. Itâs been a long week for you I donât blame ya at all. I really enjoyed spending the day with you. Glad I didnât bore ya to bad.
Y/N: Your not boring at all! Your lucky you got anything out of me, Iâm usually pretty quiet with new people. But Im comfortable with you. Or else I would of been real boring hahaha
He canât help but beam at you saying that you were comfortable with him, when you usually arenât with people.
Tommy: Iïżœïżœm down at the coffee shop if youâd like to get a coffee or I mean both of you are welcome to come down.
Y/N: oh thank you so much for the invite, maybe I could get a rain check? Iâve gotta get my shit together and really work on some unpacking.
Y/N: ah but youâre more then welcome to come hang out at the house if youâd like. Wonât be super exciting or anything but I or well we would be happy to have the company.
Tommy canât help but chuckle at your shyness but also so happy that you invited him over to hang out.
Going back up to the counter to see Sarah âdo you happen to remember what (y/n) had?â
âYea of course, it was super simple why do you ask?â
âWell she just invited me over to hang out and I thought itâd be nice to bring her oneâ
âYouâre such a sweetheart Uncle Tommy,
please never changeâ
âActually could you make a couple? Iâm not sure what Stacey likes but I donât want to not have something for herâ
âOh course, Iâll make those right upâ Sarah says so happy see Tommy happy.
âAll set uncle Tommyâ Sarah says setting the coffees and a box of goodies on the counter.
âWhatâs this?â He says gesturing to the box
âI put together a box of goodies to take with you, Iâm sure youâll be there for a while so thereâs 3 of our new Turkey paninis and some cookies and muffins for everyone for lunch.â
âThank you so much Sarah, Iâm sure they will love everythingâ
âTell them I said hi!â Sarah says waving him off as he heads out.
âHeyâŠI hope I didnât upset you earlier teasing you about Tommyâ Stacey says as she flops down on your bed while youâre unpacking a box
âOh no not at all, itâs just I-I I think I do like him, Iâm just not ready to admit it. Itâs just been so long since Iâve had or been open to feelings like that.â
âItâs just nice to see you so happy around someone elseâ
âUgh also Iâm pretty sure Tommy is coming overâ you say nervous laughing
âOh really nowâ Stacey laughed raising her eyebrow dramatically
âWell I texted him and he invited us to come to the coffee shop but I told him we were getting our shit together and working on unpacking and before I knew it I was inviting him over to hangoutâ
Stacey canât hold back the full belly laugh that bubbles up which in turn makes you you laugh. Only for her to laugh even harder at your expression when thereâs a knock at the door.
âYou better go answer that, sounds like your lover boy is hereâ she says as you smack her arm in embarrassment.
You can feel your cheeks are still heated when you open the door. Youâre both unable to contain the immediate smile across your faces when you see each other. The energy between the two of you is palpable, you swear the whole neighborhood can feel it. You canât help but notice how the early afternoon sun backlights him perfectly. Highlighting his toned arms and chest, his tight fitted plain black shirt fitting him perfectly. The way it shows off his slightly slicked back jet black curls. The way it illuminates his sun kissed olive skin sprinkled with freckles.
âHey Tommy, let me help you with thatâ you say smiling warmly at him. When you move to take the pastry box from him your hand accidentally brushes his. Instantly making you blush. His eyes flutter open and closed quickly at the touch. His whole body burns from your touch.
âOh god Iâm sorry about that, Iâm not very coordinatedâ you say shyly pulling youâre gaze quickly from his to Stacey coming down the stairs.
âOh donât worry about it sweetheart, neither am Iâ god sheâs so beautiful when she gets shy Tommy thinks to himself, finding every part of you breathtaking. The 3 of you head to the kitchen gathering around the counter.
âI uh brought coffees for you ladies but I wasnât sure what you liked Stacey so I brought you the same thing (Y/N) ordersâ
As he says your name he rests his hand on your lower back. Surprisingly to both of you, you donât flinch or move away instead you instinctively relax into his touch more without being conscious of it until he moves to putting his arm around you, resting your hand on your hip.
Itâs all feels natural like itâs not out of the ordinary at all. The 3 of you carry on like itâs nothing. His touch lights your soul on fire in a way that nobody ever has before.
He must feel this too, the magnetic energy that seems to be between the two of you. You think to yourself. You indulge this feeling by leaning into him as you raps his arm around , hand settling on your hip, his thumb lightly drawing circles.
Tommy feels weak in the knees when you lean into his touch, like thereâs electricity coursing through his body. His heartbeat quickens, pulse pounding in his ears that all washes away when your head falls back lightly resting on his shoulder. The way your body completely relaxes under his touch, letting out the softest relaxed sigh. Letting him know you were ok and felt comfortable and safe made him melt. Never has he felt such a strong immediate connection with anyone like this before.
âWould you be able to help us hang up the stuff in the living room while your here Tommy?â Stacey asks pulling both of you from your thoughts.
âOh courseâ I could do that for you ladiesâ he answers, happy to help.
âEverything is leaned up against the walls we want it hung on, doesnât have to be hung up in and particular way.â Stacey says motioning to the living room.
Tommy lets go briefly to turn to look where Stacey is motioning.
Stacey giving a classic wild eyed we need to talk look. âWell Iâm gonna head up stairs and work on unpackingâ
âOh Iâm heading up behind you I forgot my cup and snack wrapper up there this morningâ
âIâll be right back Tommyâ
As you turn to follow behind Stacey, Tommy reaches out and grabs your hand lightly stoping you in your tracks. His expression is soft, big brown eyes searching yours for something, anything that tells him everything is alright.
âIs it ok sweetheart, me holdinâ you in my arms like that?â
Your heart melts at his question, the genuine nature behind it.
You canât control the smile that pulls at your lips or the blush that rolls across your cheeks.
âItâs more than ok, i-it was very comforting, I promise Iâll be right backâ
The last two months have been a whirlwind, but youâre settling into your new life with ease. You and Stacey have become extremely close with Tommy and Sarah, both of them coming over multiple times a week. Even Joel had come around and dropped being so grumpy all the time, now that the 5 of you have been having weekly dinners that Sarah has named the Found family dinners. Youâre so grateful for your new found family, the Miller family has been such a bright light in your life since moving to Austin and youâre finally starting to feel like your self again after years of hell.
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The house was empty, finally getting some time to yourself and there was only one thing on your mind- Tommy. Tommy occupied your thoughts most of the time. Since the day you met him it ignited this feeling inside you that you never felt before. There was something there between you, that you both seemed scared to explore further, but you both yearned too. His touch grounded you in a way you didnât know was possible. You had yet to tell him much about your past, fearing that if he knew, any and all feelings would disappear and you couldnât bare loosing Tommy or any of the Millers from your life.
Thatâs when you hear a knock at the door, pulling you from your thoughts. You freeze for a second, panic washing over you as your not expecting anyone. The person pauses and gives another round of knocks, this time a little stronger. You tip toe out into the living room to peak out the window to see who it is. You hear foot steps leaving the porch as you pull the curtain enough to peak one eye out quickly. Much to your surprise you see Joel on your porch. He whips around when he hears the door swing open.
âHey Joel, everything alright?â You say, brows knit together in worry.
âOh yea sorry sweetheart, I was just bringing these books back that Sarah borrowed, she keeps forgettinâ too and I donât want them to get packed up with her college stuff.â
âYou just gave me a scare, you donât come over by yourself a lot, thought something was wrong.â
âWould you like to come in for a drink?â
âOh I donât wanna interrupt your day, I thought Stacey was gonna be homeâ
âShit Joel you really know how to make a girl feel specialâ you tease
Joe loved when you went toe toe with his sarcastic grumpy humor.
He laughs âwell shit I just assumed when Tommy said he was coming over here to do something, that he was taking you somewhere since the two of you are damn near inseparableâ
You feel your cheeks heat up, damnit Joel got you on that one.
âOh no heâs taking Stacey to the Lowes in Dripping Springs. She ordered a bunch of patio furniture and stuff for the back yard so Tommy offered to take her to go get it all.â
âThey should be back in a little while, your welcome to hang around once we set everything up I think we were going to test out the fire pit and have a few drinksâ
âSounds like a good timeâ
âIâll go grab us some drinks and we can sit out here, you want your usual?â You always kept things that Tommy and Joel like to drink in the house.
âYes Maâamâ he replied with a warm smile.
Joel has become quite fond of you and Stacey, it really meant a lot to him that you two formed such a close bond with Sarah since she really didnât have any mother figures since her mom took off on them when she was a baby and Joel never brought any of the women around that he dated.
âHeyâŠuh..is Stacey seeing anyone?â
âWhy, you interested? Want me to put in a good word?â You tease
He chuckles âno but Iâd like to set her up with a friend of Tommy and Iâs if you think sheâd be into it?â
âWhoâs this guys? Heâs not a creep is he?â
âJesus your on a roll today sweetheartâ he says full belly laughing.
âHey I have to protect one of the only people I have in my lifeâ
âIâd like to set her up with our friend Jensen, heâs a real good guy, I think they would be a good match heâs a lot like the two of you into a lot of the same stuff.â
âOh yea, heâs really nice, I think thatâs the guy that Tommy and I ran into the other day. Is he the one that works with you guys part time and owns a brewery?â
âYea thatâs himâ
âHeâs definitely her type, I think sheâd go for itâ
Staceyâs POV
âCan IâŠahâŠtalk to you about something?â Tommy asks nervously when we get back to his truck.
âYea of course Tommy, everything alright?â
âYea..um i-is (Y/N) ah..do you know if sheâs seeing anyone?â
âI donât think soâ
âReally?â I can hear a hit of excitement in his voice.
âSheâs spends all her time with me or with you, if sheâs seeing someone sheâs sneaking out at night because I havenât seen themâ I say chuckling which makes him laugh as well.
âDâyou think sheâd go out on a date with me if I asked her?â
I canât help but smile at his question, knowing she feels the same way.
âI do, I honestly think she would love to go on a date with youâ
âWaitâŠreally? Or are you messing with me?â
âIm being serious, Tommy. I see the way she smiles or perks up when ever you come up in conversation or she hears your voice. I see the way she looks when you enter a room or the way she listens so intently any time youâre talking. Weâve been best friends for a long time, been through a lot together, Iâve seen her at her rock bottom worst and Iâve seen her at her best. But truthfully I have never seen her as happy as shes been since you came into her life.â
Tommy blushes âI care about her so much and hearing you say those things makes me feel so happy because I feel the exact same way towards her. I honestly have never felt as happy or at ease as I have since she walked into my life.â
â Iâm just worried that my issues with panic attacks and ptsd will be to much for her and push her awayâ
âSheâs been through a lot too Tommy, not saying that itâs anything like what youâve experienced, Iâm just trying to say that she as issues too with anxiety and feeling like sheâs to much for people because of her past but Iâm sure you see she has the biggest heart and sheâs very understanding and it would take a lot to push her away, she truly does like youâ
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Joel notices how you perk up and smile so widely it hits your eyes when you notice Tommy pulling up. Also notice Tommy doing the same when he sees you on the porch. Before they get out of the truck Joel leans over and whispers âIâve never seen him as happy as he has been since youâve been around.â
âSince youâre here you old fucker you wanna help me unload and set up all this stuff so the girls donât have too?â Tommy asks Joel with his classic smirk on his face as he comes up the steps.
âHey sweetheart, sorry I missed ya earlier when I got hereâ Tommy says placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
âItâs ok, I guess I can let it slide this timeâ you tease as you reach up giving his forearm a squeeze as his hand still rests on your shoulder. Pulling your gaze up to him you lean into his touch, he canât help but smile down on you fondly when he meets your gaze.
The 4 of you are all sitting around the fire pit having some drinks and sharing the a few laughs.
âYâallâs families must miss you since moving down here.â Joel half comments half questionsâ
You immediately pull your eyes down to the ground not thinking youâd be having this conversation tonight.
Stacey jumps in answering âmy parents do miss me some bust most of my family doesnât speak to my since my uncle left me the house because they were all fighting over it and pissed I got it. Not that I was really close with any of them anywaysâ she says shrugging.
âWell if you guys moved away weâd miss the hell out of you if that makes you feel any betterâ Tommy interjects being completely sincere.
âMy family doesnât really miss me either, honestly some of them donât even know I movedâ Tommy picks up on your anxiousness right away, the way your leg begins to bounce as you talk. Stretching his arm long the back of the patio couch he lightly placed it on your upper back drawing tiny soft circles with his thumb trying to calm you.
I just have to rip the bandaid off and have this conversation
âI was already estranged from a lot of my extended my family, I cut them out for being a constant toxic point in my life and the rest of them that I did have communication with stopped talking to me because⊠ugh ⊠ah fuck⊠because of my divorce.â You rub your face in your hands, letting out a deep sigh, eyes glued to the ground.
âI-I was married up until about a month before we moved here. But we had been separated for a long time before thatâŠ.about 4 years. I-it wasnât a good situation. I felt miserable and stuck the whole time we were together.â
At this point Tommyâs touch gets stronger as we starts rubbing youâre back
âHeâŠmy ex was very manipulative, always glass lighting me about the people in my life, mostly my friends until I slowly only spent time with him, he hated the idea of me having anyone else to give my energy and attention to other than him.â
The more you talk Stacey notices both Miller brothers clenching their fists at you describing what youâd been through.
âHis family bullied me and was very cold to me the entire time we were together, always acting like our relationship was new, like we hadnât been together for 8 years all together and he never defended me or stuck up for me. When I met Stacey and it was clear he couldnât get ride of her he was so nice to her because he wanted her to tell me how nice he was, but it never worked. He was nicer to me when she was around so she ended up coming everywhere we went for the most part and coming to our place constantly. She helped me get out of there secretly when I had the courage and we got our place together. Sheâs been my absolute rock in this and I honestly donât know where Iâd be. The last 4 years have been taxing trying to fight him to get divorced, he dragged it out for so long thinking Iâd come back to him because my family loved him and told me constantly that I was throwing my life away by leaving him. But he finally agreed to sign the papers when he finally found someone that was crazy about himâ
âAnd then we move down here and I finally start to see myself coming back, finding a incredible found family with you guys and Sarah, I donât think Iâve ever been this happy in my entire life.â You can feel your eyes well up with tears as they start to fall down your cheeks, still unable to look either Joel or Tommy in the eyes for fear of what they must think.
âI-Im sâglad she had you Stacey, that you guys had each otherâ Tommy says, his voice cracking a little from the rush of emotions. He cared about you so much, none of this changed the way he felt about you, it just pained him to think you felt like you couldnât talk to him before now.
But when Tommy moves to wipe away the tears you stand up abruptly âahh anyone need another drink, I -i um Iâm gonna get another drinkâ your voice cracks as you try to keep yourself from completely losing it infront of them. You frantically push open the sliding glass door pulling it shut quickly, your chest heaving breaths in frantically as the damn breaks.
Youâre crying so hysterically, face in your hands that you donât hear Tommy coming in right behind you. The only thing going through his head is making sure youâre ok, making sure you feel loved and cared about. Itâs in this moment as he sees your body trembling that he realizes how strong his feeling are for you. How all he wants to do for the rest of his life is take care of you, shower you with love, to have the life he always dreamed about;with you.
You feel his familiar large hand rubbing your back as he leans against the counter next to you, then and only then do you finally look at him. You know you must look like hell when you make eye contact with him, tears steaming down your face, eyes puffy and sore, face beat red. âI-I Iâm sorry.â Your voice a horse whisper as you move to turn your face from him, he lifts his hand to softly cup your face. Brushing away the tears from your check with his thumb. â oh sweet girl you have nothing to be sorry about, breaks my damn heart seeing you hurt like thisâ his voice soft and soothing, the warmth of his hand a welcome contrast to everything your feeling. When you close your eyes and lean into his touch he moves his hand to cradle the back of your head while his hand on your back reaches around you pulling you into a tight embrace. Without hesitation you wrap your arms around him, holding him as tightly as heâs holding you, letting out a sigh of relief. âIâve got you sweet girl, donât worry I got you. Iâm not goin anywhereâ
Squeezing you tighter he whispers âThis doesnât change how I feel about youâ
You nuzzle youâre face further into his chest. âYour so special Tommyâ your voice is barely above a whisper but he hears you. Leaning down he kisses the top of your head softly before Joel and Stacey are coming through the door to check on you.
âIâll give you guys a minute. Iâll be right out side if you need me sweet girlâ he says whispering into your ear so only you can hear. âI like sweet girlâ you squeak out, itâs barely audible, you have no idea if he hears you, but he does. Your statement causes butterflies to run wild in his stomach.
Stacey checks in with you before giving you a moment with Joel and heads to follow Tommy outside.
âShe was afraid we would see her differently, that I would see her differently wasnât she?â Tommy asks, a slight crack in his voice.
âYeaâŠshe was, sheâs been terrified to bring it up because of how everyone else has treated her about the whole thingâ
Joel comes back out of the house. âShe will be back out in a minute, she just wants to wash her face, imma head home I think, give you guys some space.â He says gesturing to Tommy.
âYeaâŠI think Iâll head up stairs and do some readingâ Stacey adds.
You come back outside. To see Tommy on the patio couch with your favorite blanket and a pillow and some waters.
âWhatâs all this?â
âI thought you might want to lay down and look at the stars, thought it might be relaxing.â
God this man was incredible, heâs remembered everything youâve ever said to him, even details youâve only mentioned once.
âOkâ you smile wildly just completely taken by everything Tommy.
âWell grab your blanket and commâer and get comfyâ he holds out his arm for you to be able a snuggle into him.
âDo you want the pillow?â
âC-could I lay with my head on your leg?â
He beams so brightly at your question. His smile reaching his eyes.
âOh course you can sweet girl, whatever makes you happy and comfortableâ
You shimmed down on your back, getting comfortable before you settle your head down on his leg. He rests his arm around you laying his hand on your belly. The warmth of his hand through your shirt feels like heaven, his touch being the one thing that seems to relax you these days. The two of you stay there for a while stargazing and talking.
âIm gonna grab a drink, do you want anythinâ?â
âSure, Iâll take one. Itâs getting a little chilly, you can grab the other blanket from my room if you wantâ
âOr you could snuggle up closer to me so we can both use that one.â He quips with a giant smile.
âOk youâve got yourself a dealâ you say fighting back a giggle.
The love and care between the two of you is palpable but your both scared to really do anything about it.
Tommyâs inside getting the two of you drinks when it happens. One of the houses on the street behind yours starts lighting off fire crackers out of no where, glass can be heard shattering in the house from the open kitchen window. Tommy. You jump up and race inside, you donât need to think about whatâs going on. You get inside at the same time Stacey is racing down the stairs. You find Tommy in the kitchen, surrounded by broken glass and trembling uncontrollably. Another round of fire crackers goes off. Tommy letâs out a pained scream before dropping to his knees, covering his ears and trying to shield his face the best he could.
ïżœïżœHoly shit whatâs going on?â Staceyâs asks in a panic.
âI-itâs the fire crackers. Theyâre causing a flash back for Tommyâ you say dropping to your knees in-front of Tommy.
âCan you shut the window above the sink before more go off?â
Very light you place you your hands on Tommyâs arms, softly running them up and down them âitâs ok Tommy itâs just me itâs (Y/N). Itâs going to be ok, youâre safe, youâre here with Stacey and I. In our home, itâs just the 3 of usâ you say softly, hoping he can hear you.
âFollow my voice, your safe honey Iâve got you Iâm right her with you. Iâll be here every step of the way for you, Iâve got you baby dont worry.â Tommy begins leaning forward in your arms, completely falling into your embrace. Squeezing him tightly you start rocking you both side you side. He pulls you closer to him, needing to feel the warmth of you.
âItâs ok baby, Iâve got you, Iâm not going anywhere, Iâll always be right here.â You whisper. He nuzzles his face into your neck and begins sobbing at your words.
âDo you think you could help me lift him up? Iâll get him into my bed, and help you take care of this, Iâm terrified heâs going to cut himself on all this glass.â
âTommy honey Stacey and I are gonna stand you up and get you to safety in my room is that ok?â You can start to hear more going off as your waiting for his answer. He begins trebling again at the sounds but shaking his head yes into your neck.
Tommy wraps his arms around your neck and Stacey supports both of you as you stand him up. His hands have a death grip on you as he steadys himself, his face nuzzled in your neck, head resting on your shoulder as you guys begin helping him down the hallway to your room. You pull the covers back and the two of you slowly sit him down on the side of the bed, but he doesnât let go of you. So you kneel down on the floor and start taking off his boots.
âCan you grab a bottle of water for him?â
Stacey nods and rushs out of the room, returning quickly.
âI grabbed waters and some crackers incase he needs something to eat at any pointâ
âThank youâ your voice hushed.
âLetâs get you comfy, can you let go of me Tommy so you can lay down? Iâll get you some shorts to put on.â
Tommy reluctantly letâs go and curls up on the bed. You stand and move to grab him a pair of over sized mens lounge shorts that you wear and pull out sleep shirts and a tank top for yourself.
âHereâs a pair of shorts babe, Iâm gonna change real quick and help Stacey clean up. â
You set the shorts on the bed and go into the bathroom to change. You stand in there and silently listen for any movement. You hear Tommy get up and change and get back into bed, you change quickly and make your way back to the bedroom. You move to crack the door open when you hear him call out. âPlease donât leave me, will you lay with me?â
Staceyâs outside the door when you open it âitâs ok, you stay with him Iâll clean up the glass, he needs you more than I doâ
You smile warmly at her. You shut the door, turn on some soothing acoustic music and turn off all the lights before joining him in the bed. Your head barely hits the pillow before heâs on you, wrapping his arm around you pulling you tightly into him as he nuzzles in face in the crook of your neck. âIâd be lost without youâ he whispers before his breathing softens and he drifts off to sleep.
#gabriel luna#tommy miller#tommy miller x reader#fanfic#joel miller#the last of us#tlou hbo#tommy tlou
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Second chapter of current! Fuck yeah! (I'm writing this as I read and just putting my thoughts down, so some questions I bring up might be answered later in the chapter)
Dabi is so anxious. I mean, there's a good reason for that, but y'know. Nobody explained shit to him, just told him not to worry about it.
They are still disgustingly in love I see.
I understand why Dabi is so unsettled by everyone carrying weapons. As someone who grew up in Europe, where weapons are heavily monitored, thinking about going somewhere where everyone carries them openly sets me on edge, too.
Sire lore!! You know, I think Dabi would make for a very interesting siren. Not in this story, but in general. Hmmm.
Dabiii :(. I'm sure Tomura is happy to answer any and all questions you have.
Oooh chocolate! I really like how you portray the language barrier and how everyone is trying to work around it. As well as how some words don't exist in one language or the other!
Somehow, I don't think everyone eats that much each day.
Please, please explain eating to Dabi. The poor guy. Tomura, you know he is worried. And I know this is all normal for you, but for fucks sake.
I don't know if it's more funny or tragic that Dabi assumes they're guppies. He's trying so, so hard to deal with everything, but he's just missing so much information. He really wants to adapt, and understand. Honestly, I'm surprised Shigaraki isn't asking him more questions.
Shigaraki wants Dabi to be part of his world and sure, I can understand that. He doesn't want his mate to go hungry, but we haven't seen him really try to understand Dabi's culture in turn. Sure, he wants to know, but he doesn't ask about it, even with Toga there to translate. Might come in the future, but yeah.
Magne! Lol, finally someone who tells the others off for literally explaining nothing. Well, not nothing, but y'know. And she's right. Tomura does ask very few personal questions.
Oooh this is good. Explaining about culture for both of them! I was wondering how things in Hollow Reef are goong.
Nice touch that Magne is a clownfish, btw, since with real clownfish the biggest of the group changes gender.
Oh. Since Toga is, technically, a hunter, Dabi makes sure to eat less than her. Or maybe he wants to see how much is eaten on average. Probably a bit of both.
Oh boy! Dabi sure is going through it. But hey, they finally talk about it! About time.
"scared?" "Not of you" oh my god. They are sickeningly sweet. No wonder Tomura wants to tell Dabi that he loves him. They're both so down bad. Oh my god.
Ah, yes. Arena fights and challenges that end with one person dead and eaten. That sure is a way to resolve conflict. Especially since I'm sure Shigaraki totally has the option to refuse a challenge, as prince :)
(that was sarcasm. The eggs I understand. It's a solid system. But we still don't know the rules about fights, so idk about that)
Ah yes, death threats. Pretty sure Spinner only won because they were on land and Shig was distracted, but imagining him just getting pushed into the water and later coming oit again, dripping wet and seething, is very funny.
Oooh, I can't wait for the magic reveal. I think your magic system here is really cool! With all the little details and stuff. Since Rei has told Dabi about sirens, maybe that was just people who couldn't control their gifts? I do think Dabi will end up having one, btw, though I'm not sure which one. Could be it only works above water, if it has to do with fire? But it would be really cool if he could create/control/maintain fire underwater. I wonder if the hunters learn how to use magic?
Disgustingly sweet. Spinner agrees, lol.
I wonder how Dabi plans on hiding his necklace once he has to go back to Hollow Reef. He won't leave it on the island, or maybe he will? But he can't wear it. Too much risk of it being taken away.
Oooh, the finally have the mate talk!!
Learning how to express all that sexual stuff sure is going to be an experience, lol. Dabi's oral fixation is true in every universe. Shigaraki is being responsible and wants to talk first but it's hard when both he and Dabi are so desperate.
Poor Toga has to teach Shigaraki dirty talk in another language. Do it for the chocolate!
Party time! This is where the sneak-peek you gave us is from, right? Nice.
Poor Dabi has a hangover. Good thing Shigaraki is there to take care of him. Dabi just spitting out his whole stomach when he vomits and Shigaraki being caught so off guard by it.
Using a party so there is less to talk about the next meeting is very much unprofessional. Like yeah, that might work, but that doesn't mean issues will actually be resolved.
The meeting sure is something. I'm sure Shigaraki just didn't think of it when inviting Dabi to join them, but the ritual to see if someone is fit to join the sirens is brutal. Good that the kid made it and Dabi didn't have to watch him die? Magical awakening or something, I don't know.
Of fucking course Overhaul causes trouble. I understand why you want to make fried shrimp now. And of course a challenge can't be avoided. Knew there was something up with that law. Like, I'm sure that Dabi will win, simply because Overhaul is too much of a bitch to be able to beat him, but he is at a disadvantage here. I wonder if that fight might activate Dabi's magic? Actually making fried shrimp out of Overhaul would be funny as fuck. (And also tasty)
Oh, too bad. I wanted to see Dabi fight, but I understand he isn't ready yet. Shigaraki will make Overhaul regret ever challenging his mate :)
Oh boy! Dabi sure feels guilty for putting his mate in that position!
Oof, imagine your dad died and you eat him (you know, to pay respect) and suddenly a guard shows up because your king/prince wants a bite too. Kinda fucked up, not gonna lie.
Ah, I suspected eating others is somehow tied up with the magic. I love hearing more about all of this, though "following the natural order of things" is not as good of an argument as you make it out to be.
"I want you to be strong." Dabi has spend so much time forcing himself to be small, he would never want anyone else to starve themselves for his sake.
Overhaul is blocking his own vision with how much sand he's throwing around. And of course his magic causes trouble. Can't wait for Shigaraki to rip his arms off.
Oooh poison! Nice!
Dabi is a shark, after all. And there is a lot of blood in the water :)
Shigaraki holding onto Overhaul's arms because those are his now, dammit.
Dabi is trying so, so hard to adapt and take care of his mate. He just wants to not be small, he just want friends, and family, and to properly live.
Welp. At least Overhaul tastes good, even if he has no other use.
Dabi isn't used to going days without eating anymore. And he's a shark. It's no wonder he's hungry. Especially with so much blood in the water.
Yay! Cannibalism! Shigaraki just wants what's best for him, and he's so worried he fucked up. Oh, they're so sweet to each other in the most deranged way possible.
So much for making sure Shigaraki eats, lol. I mean, he sure eats out, but somehow I don't think that's what Spinner meant.
Oh, Spimner is so mad. And Dabi is being protective of his mate <3. He's letting his instincts take over more.
Oooh! Dabi developed his magic, since he ate "actual meat". We already know it strengthens it, so it wouldn't surprise me if that, combined with him giving in to his instincts more, is what did it. Now, is his magic healing or is he a sorcerer like Spinner?
(also, i'm pretty sure his touch was healing, no matter how funny the thought of healing cum is. Maybe even his tears, since Shigaraki licked those up too?)
Hm, if Dabi didn't heal Shigaraki, it was probably Overhaul's meat, somehow. Sped up the healing process for both of them.
It will be interesting, when Dabi comes back to Hollow Reef (because he promised Natsuo) and while everyone else is weaker coming out of the coma, he will be stronger. And bigger. That might cause problems.
Oops, All for One is home. Surely that will all go over well. Him walking in on them making oit is very funny, though. Welp, it was nice knowing you Dabi.
Hm. I'm interested to see how this version of All for One is like. I don't trust how friendly he acts.
Ooooh, Compress' magic is so interesting! I like how it now also includes other aspects outside of physically shrinking things.
Interesting that Tomura formed the court. I mean, it makes sense, especially considering canon, but still. Monarchies never work well, having a court helps that. Hmm. I'm surprised All for One allowed such a big change.
Hm. It's so hard to tell All for One's intentions. He's obviously talking down Hollow Reef on purpose, trying to use that to make sure Dabi is loyal to Graveforge, but still. He seems to want Tomura to succeed. And unlike canon, this version of AfO isn't as old.
Still, he's making me uneasy. I am, on the other hand, looking forward to what Dabi chooses to do with his life.
Dabi: "Tomura is so sweet. He's obviously a romantic." Almost everyone else: "With you maybe."
Him having the eggs might cause problems. I hope Dabi doesn't get found out :(. He should have hidden them at the island, that would have been safer.
Hopefully nobody asks Natsuo about the lie. Oh god, that would bring up so many questions. I mean, Natsuo knows that Dabi went away, but I don't know how he'd react to Dabi having eggs with him.
Dabi, you can't judge Shouto for his taste in partners. You are literally mated to a prince you met two months ago who you have seen rip the arms off of someone.
Oof, if Hollow Reef is eating their dead because they don't have enough food and then pretend that it's Graveforge who are the only savage ones, damn. That's fucked up. At least in Graveforge people know they'll be eaten.
Damn. Shigaraki can really just destroy magic. So cool. I really really love how you translated their quirks into magic while also switching things up to fit better into the universe.
Eri! Oh shit. I mean, she'll make it, but damn. Poor kid.
Ah, Natsuo will be pretty worried to hear about Dabi's mate. Especially if he figures out what he has been eating.
Woops, Dabi immediately blurts it out. At least he doesn't have to keep that secret from Natsuo anymore?
Oh, this conversation is painful. Very, very painful. Dabi just wants to stay where he is happy and keep his family safe at the same time. But I completely understand where Natsuo is coming from. Because while Dabi was the same, in the beginning, this is different. Natsuo never had to be small. Not like Dabi. And the beginning was hard for Dabi too. This is a lot at once. And, I mean, from Natsuo's perspective it does kind of sound like Dabi joined a cult.
I knew it! The bigger hunters eat the dead to gain access to magic. Oh damn, how much of that did Enji hear??? Oof, I hope Dabi's magic activates before the week is over, because I don't know if he'll survive otherwise. And even if he does, it won't be good for anyone involved. Obviously Enji didn't hear about Dabi's mate, because otherwise he just put himself into a lot of danger willingly.
Oooh, this story is so good! I love love love the worldbuilding.
I am feral and chewing on this ask, oh man yeah holy fuck is so much happening and I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! God, this makes me so excited to work on the next chapter! Thank you so much!!! đ€đ€đ€
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Love to hear about a reincarnation au for you and Lucifer!
i went ham so i'm just gonna put it under a readmore lmao its basically a fic now
âYou know, I really am completely unimpressed with the selection of baked goods in the cafeteria here. Its like they arenât even trying! Iâve had better food at a dive bar in Hell than this. Earth is so⊠Boring.â
âIn Hell?â A soft chuckled came from Auriel. âYou act as if youâve been there before. I mean, I agree, Earth is rather boring and the cafeteria sucks, but I donât think youâd be here right now if you knew what eating at a dive bar in Hell is like.â
âOf course Iâve eaten at a dive bar in Hell! Donât you remember, Auriel? Its where we met.â Lucifer laughed, but the face on the other man was shocked to say the least.
âIâm sorry, have we met before?â The voice was unsure, but curious, âIâm sure that weâve never met⊠And certainly not at a dive bar in HellâŠâ
â... You donât remember yet,â Lucifers face twisted into something between pain and disappointment, âWell, I suppose thats alright⊠It took me a bit to remember myself.â
âUhm, I donât,â Auriel shuffled, uncomfortable, âSir, are you alright? I think you might be mistaken.â How do you deal with a man talking about ârememberingâ things like hes your old friend from high school?
âYes, yes, Iâm sorry, I should introduce myself! My name is Lucif- Lucien Magne. Iâm-â
âYouâre the new CEO,â suddenly, the other mans entire demeanor changed, as if something in him flicked a switch and knew exactly how to behave, âIâm so sorry, I shouldâve noticed. My name is Auriel Soleil, Iâm head of accounting! Its a pleasure, Mr. Magne.â
â... Pleasure is mine,â the others tone changed as well, now definitely showing his displeasure and disappointment.
Auriels head was suddenly swimming with possible explanations as to what could make his new boss react so poorly- sure, he was just talking rather frankly with him about things that didnât exactly make sense, but wasnât that just a test for him? He shouldâve known who Lucien was, maybe it upset him that he hadnât immediately known it was him and continued the prior conversation.
â My apologies for interrupting you, sir. I shouldâve-â
âI said its fine,â his voice was curt, and suddenly Auriel felt completely blocked off from him, awkwardly turning to stare forward again.
â... You act the same as you did in the beginning. Sir this, sorry that. Canât we just be⊠I donât know, normal? You donât have to call me sir or apologize or anything like that. You really donât rememberâŠâ He mumbled to himself, before looking back to Auriel. Clearly he was unnerved now, Lucifer could see the way his fingers tapped against his chest in an unheard rhythm, a nervous tic that seemed to have remained the exact same as he remembered.
âO-of course, si- I mean, Mr. Magne.â
âJust call me Lucien.â
âBut I-â
âPlease.â Ding!
âThis is⊠My floor. Uhm, I hope you have a good day⊠Lucien,â and just as meekly as he spoke, the taller man quietly slipped out of the elevator with only the soft click of his heels echoing down the elevator room hallway.
âYou too, Auriel.â Lucifer sighed, as the doors closed again.
â
âAh, there you are. Its good to see you again, how are you doing?â
This time, they were standing in front of the lunch board of the cafeteria. Auriel was standing, clearly indecisive, looking intently at the board until the voice of Lucifer was suddenly next to him.
âO-oh! Si- Lucien, are you here for lunch? Iâm doing alright!â He said, his voice much more confident than it had been earlier.
âIâm glad you are. I thought you mightâve turned to sludge on your way to your department with how anxious you were leaving the elevator, so Iâm glad to see youâre intact. Sadly, I am here for lunch once again, looking at the piss poor excuse of a menu they have here. Youâd think with as much money as this company makes theyâd make a better menu available,â he said, shaking his head a little, âI could always go out to eat, but eating on your own is so boring, and rather pathetic.â
âAhaha, yes, I suppose it would be! I tend to eat at my desk usually, but lately Iâve been finding less and less time to make myself lunches⊠Ever since the budget cuts, Iâve needed to work a few more hours of overtime- n-not that Iâm complaining or anything, sometimes those sorts of things are necessary in order to recoup losses-â
âIts fine, you donât have to justify yourself. Its regrettable that weâve had to cut down on staff, but as you said, it is necessary to the company. Its why Iâve been eating here every day, why should the other employees be the only ones to eat garbage while I eat steak dinners every night? Though, I am considering maybe getting someone new to supply baked goods to the cafeteria.â
âYes, you were saying that earlier. Admittedly, I agree, the pastries here arenât exactly the best quality. Oh, if you want to find a good place with some really good pastries, theres a coffee shop just down the street where I get my morning coffee! They have some really astounding coffee cakes and apple turnovers.â Lucifers entire attention quickly was on Auriel.
âApple turnovers?â
âYes! They get fresh fruits from the farmers market every weekend, so theres always new things to try, but they stock the apple and cherry turnovers every week. I prefer the cherry, but you seem the type to like apples rather than cherries.â
âAre they still open right now?â
âThey should be, why?â The genuine curiosity on Auriels face as he tilted his head to the side made Lucifer feel warm inside as a smile spread across his face.
âLets go, then! Iâll treat you, we can get a coffee and some turnovers to go.â
âF-for lunch? Well I-â Auriel bit his lip a bit, tapping his fingers on the back of his other hand, âAlright then, I suppose that wouldnât be terrible! Are you sure?â
âYes!â Suddenly grabbing his hand, the shorter man basically dragged Auriel out of the cafeteria and out of the building, âLead the way!â
Auriels brain short circuited for a moment, a vision (a memory?) of having his hand taken and pulled along through a carnival under a scarlet red sky, and being begged to play a specific game withâŠ
âThis way, I always like stopping here when I have the time. They all know me by now, its actually really nice when they already know what your order is when you walk in!â
â
The calm sound of the lake and ducks quacking along the banks of it was soothing. How he ended up here, watching his boss, the CEO of the company he worked for, chase ducks as if they were cats trying to avoid being picked up was beyond him.
âCome here, ducky ducky! Oh, youâre so pretty with your sleek coats, donât you want some peas? I have frozen peas for you!â
âYou brought⊠Frozen peas?â laughed Auriel, smiling as he watched the man pull out a legitimate bag of frozen peas out of a lunch box in front of him as the ducks warily stood at the lakebed.
âOf course! Bread is bad for ducks, they make them rather sick as does rice. Frozen peas are perfectly find for them to eat, though, so I always keep them on me whenever I come here,â the sound of the bag opening seemed to draw the ducks closer- clearly these ducks knew that feeding time was approaching.
âI see you come here quite often. They run from you, but the minute you opened that bag they all seem to understand youâre the food bringer.â
âI am the King of Ducks, after all,â the man squatted down, offering a handful of frozen peas out to the ducks and dropping some to the ground for them.
Those words struck something in Auriel- heâd heard that more than once before, and the smile on his face wouldnât leave and his heart swelled in his chest. Was he okay? His heartbeat was loud in his ears, just watching this man feeding ducks seemed to make him feel⊠Odd.
âThe King of the Ducks, ruler of the Duck Kingdom! I have to admit, its quite the prestigious title. You had to have been rather drunk when you said that, though.â
âI was quite drunk when I said it to you for the first time,â Lucifer looked back over at him, a more calm appearance on his face than the excited expression he had a few minutes earlier, âBut I took it in stride, and still do. I DO love ducks, after all.â
Auriels eyebrows knit for a second, confused, but⊠It felt right of him to say that. A small vision of sitting in a bar, watching Lucifer drunkenly giggle with a rubber duck in his hands and saying those exact words to him.
âIâm sure you do! I bet you own an entire bathtub full of rubber ducks. Personally, I prefer-â
âGeese. Ugh,â Lucifer shuddered âBecause theyâre terrifying and have way too many teeth.â
â... Yes, actually. How didâŠ?â He shook his head, âI like geese explicitly because theyâre violent. I think that if people didnât interfere with them, theyâd never even bother anyone! And I find it admirable that they go to great lengths to protect their eggs! Theyâre beautiful creatures, and swans are related to them! I know swans are more visually pretty, but I never liked them all that much. Theyâre solitary animals, its rather sad to see them when theyâre all alone like that.â
âThey mate for life! You canât just expect them to always move on,â Lucifer scoffed, âSometimes you canât move on from the person you loved for so long.â
âI think, that if I were to have someone who loved me so much that they refused to move on, I would feel very sad for them. I wouldnât want them to remain alone forever without me. I think that they should at least try to find someone new, I wouldnât want them to beâŠâ Auriel trailed off, the look on Lucifers face made his heart hurt suddenly.
â... Sometimes you just donât move on. You canât expect that from your partner- thats for them to decide. Maybe thats what you wish for them, but they canât help how they feel about it. Would you not date someone if they said they felt like they wouldnât move on from a committed relationship if their partner died?â His eyes were so sad, hurt. The way his frown sat on his face, the way he avoided eye contact after the initial glance, the slight furrow to his browâŠ
âOf course not⊠I know I canât control it, but I also wouldnât be able to lie and say I wouldnât be sad for them. I would want them to love and be loved, for as long as they lived. Though, I donât think its reasonable to ask someone to die at the same time as you, so I figure that if I go first they should at least try to be happy for the rest of the time they have.â
Quiet settled over them as the ducks fed happily and Lucifer pet them.
âI think theyâd die of heartbreak first.â
#đïž object of affection || self#đ apple of my eye || lucifer#đ sweeter than candy || sfw#đ what could be sweeter || personal writing#theres a lil bit of hurt/comfort in there lol#food tw#ducks tw /j#ofc theres ducks
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Why Tiger is kind of a big deal, actually
Folks, I have a headache. I just spent the better part of my day doing research, and having even less fun than I expected while doing it. However, coming out the other end of it, I can say this: Tiger, in terms of representation of trans male characters in manga and anime, is practically an anomaly. And we should all be more aware of the weight that carries, not just because it shows how little representation we have, but also because maybe this says something about Horikoshi. Before I get into that, though, some backstory.Â
Originally, I wanted to do this as quantitatively as possible, show you how much representation there is, where and when and who it comes from, regardless of how subjectively good or bad it is. Basically all I wanted to say was, âlook, there isn't much.â But even I didnât realize just how bad and messy things were going to turn out to be. Iâm not going to show you my spreadsheet because itâs a fucking dumpster fire. For starters, there are a lot more instances of trans female characters, some that could be described as non-binary, genderfluid, or otherwise ambiguous, and very few trans male characters. I ended up with a list of about 20 alleged trans male characters, spanning roughly 40 years of Japanese media. (Not exhaustive, especially because not everything is available in English) Of those, some turned out to be inexplicit/vague/unclear, some were tragic, some were demeaning, some were very minor characters, and some belonged to creators and/or stories with exceptionally problematic aspects. Again Iâm not gonna show you my spreadsheet because it got messy and subjective and honestly I was so frustrated I kinda lost my patience. In the end, only one survived as a manga I will definitely be seeking out for substantial, gratifying, therapeutic representation of someone like me. That one manga is Boys Run the Riot, by the way. I wish I could say more about it here, but I havenât read it yet! Anyway, a few more did survived this filtering process excluding the fact that theyâre minor characters, and Tiger was one of them. I want to reiterate how utterly abysmally tiny this pool of characters is. But I swear I still want to have some fun with this post, so letâs talk about Tiger, aka Chatora Yawara.
And whatâs more fun than calling out our good buddy Mr. CC on his translating bullshit! Yeah! This all started when I was looking back at ch 72 and I realized something didnât make sense:
Like, what does this even mean? âGenre?â âWrong??â I canât even understand what this statement is referring to exactly, just that it sounds bad. Seems very much like something got lost in translation. I unfortunately canât really do the work myself, especially without access to the original Japanese, but sometimes I like to try to triangulate with multiple translations put together. Btw though, if you have access to the Japanese versions and can/want to translate, please do reach out to me to either confirm or deny all this. For now, here is a side by side comparison of officials (blue) vs. available fanscans (yellow) for Tigerâs introduction:
Itâs subtle, but the officials get things a little more muddled. The most glaring difference is that CC has Aizawa refer to the whole hero team as âthese ladies,â which sounds very bad! Idk if the original Japanese has any gendered language to justify translating it to âladies,â but Iâm guessing probably not. My interpretation of what went wrong here is that CC thought Horikoshi wanted to make Tiger being trans part of the joke, playing it for shock value, when really what was meant by âwrong genderâ was more like âthe only Pussycat who isnât a woman,â and not âwrongâ as in âmutilated woman who thinks sheâs a manâ (yes, transphobes call us that). After all, how would Deku be able to tell Tiger is trans and be shocked about it anyway? The other comments make a lot more sense with the added translator note in the fanscan as well, letting us know that the whole bit is a reference to Billy Blanks. Hence the âwrong genre.â Basically, all put together, the scene is actually just a joke about Tiger being a hard-ass buff dude instead of a cute, fun little kitty. So yeah, this is all fine. Cannot stress enough how refreshing that is after the research hell I went through today.Â
Now let me get into what takes Tiger from okay to great in terms of representation. I want to underline the seemingly tiny detail that he is 31 years old and has been a part of his team for 12 years, so since they were 19. That likely means they were all friends in high school and had already been planning to work together for years. Perhaps their friendship even dates back before Tiger came out and started transitioning. I mean, imagine young Yawara happily befriending a group of girls (same bro, same) but being uneasy about the fact that the hero agency Ryuko is dreaming of starting is going to have them all themed as catgirls. Like, if he comes out, will he ruin that dream? But no, he cares enough about them and they care enough about him that it makes no difference whatsoever, and he even has fun going along with the theme too. Seriously, the fact that he has a gender-nonconforming style of hero costume is some next level shit.Â
The other thing that makes him great is heâs just, there. Doing his thing. No one questions him, acts like heâs a fraud, scandalizes or misgenders him. His being trans at all is only mentioned in a quick note next to his sketch page, which is fine by me tbh. Better that than some dramatic reveal. He also doesnât have any stereotypical traits. I mean, I guess some trans men being gym rats is kind of a stereotype, but not a bad one? Itâs more of an actual thing that we can joke about. A negative portrayal I would expect might emphasize a trans manâs âwomanlyâ body, for example, simultaneously fetishizing and mocking it. If anything the fact that Tigerâs body is very masculine suggests he was designed by someone who knows how medical transition works, and the fact that he happily participates in gender-nonconformity suggests he was designed by someone who understands the complexity and diversity of gender presentation. Heâs just ya know, casually and quietly one of the most genuine representations of a trans man in manga ever.
Horikoshi does seem to have a way of making even the most minor characters feel real and complex. But with this thereâs more to it than that. Trans men fly under the radar constantly. People donât know shit about us. They forget we even exist. No cishet man who decides on a whim to make up a random trans male character magically gets it right. So lemme just point at Tiger with every ounce of emphasis I can possibly cram into my finger, and look you in the eye with the war-hardened stare of someone who has seen just about goddamn everything: This. Is. Significant. In a world where trans men get next to zero representation, let alone decent representation, this isnât just good, itâs suspiciously good. Like Horikoshi Knows Things type of good. I hate to go here, but I donât know how else to articulate this... like, in my spreadsheet elimination, the only examples that fared as well or better than Tiger were written by actual queer people and/or come from stories with more major queer characters. At the very least this means that for a cishet man, Horikoshi is way more knowledgable of lqbtq+ issues than average, and at mostâŠwell, you know what Iâm getting at. I will also go ahead and say that a character like Tiger could very well be a sign of Horikoshi testing the waters for other more central queer characters in the future, getting a read on his audience, editors, publisher, etc. and how they react to it.
Regardless, Iâm writing this post not to speculate, but because I want yâall to be armed with the confidence to say Horikoshi is on your side, and not the side of the ignorant dudes who think bnha is their personal plaything. Iâm tired of those people pissing all over this manga like itâs their turf. You know, the kind of people who tell you bnha is a shounen, which means itâs âfor boys,â straight, cisgender boys, and you donât belong here so you should shut up or go read something else. Please take this post as a reminder that youâre not delusional, you do belong here, and you're in good hands with Horikoshi, whether youâre queer yourself or just enjoy a good queer ship/headcanon.Â
Anyway have a nice rest of your Pride Month everybody <3
^also enjoy this little exchange with class A, itâs very cute
#this post is a long time coming#I'm entering my no-bullshit-tolerance era#chatora yawara#wild wild pussycats#Tiger#trans character#bnha manga#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bkdk#bakudeku#dkbk#dekubaku#also ps if you've read this far#yes I thought about talking about Magne too#but since I'm not a trans woman I don't want to act like my opinion of her matters much#so I'll just leave it here in case you're wondering#personally I was horrified when she was killed#but that's technically not a crime I guess#she is tragic in much the same way the rest of the main villains are#so it's okay#but y'all deserve better than okay obviously#again it's not really my place#if itâs any consolation#I did see someone suggest Tiger could encounter Magneâs friend at some point#and provide some kind of closure and/or bridge#itâs also possible Hori wanted to do more with Magne but had to cut it due to popularity issues with the villains in general back then#bnha meta#lin speaks
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Out of everyone on that list Geten surprised me so mayhaps a scenario with serenading Geten? (I would bet money Magne would like to be serenaded tho)
(Oh yeah, most definitely! Magne and the others would love it, but thereâs something in it that made me seriously think Geten would too!)
~Serenading Geten~
headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up
You were always singing. If you werenât then you were humming instead. It was enough to make him go insane. If heâd known you were like this then he wouldnât ever have extended his hand or heart to you. It was the brutal truth that he was going to tell you someday had Chitose not stopped him. âYou canât be so bold with the person you love all the time or youâll heart them eventually. Itâs a pet peeve. We all have them. Just learn to let it go.â Her voice rung clear in his head from the memory. He figured heâd have to live with the annoyance for as long as you two were together but it changed one faithful day after he returned home. Previously that day he was handling a new project Re Destro had entrusted him with. Knowing Geten, he put his everything on the line even if it was a project he didnât quite understand as well. He was too proud to ask for help. When Re Destro came back later that day to review it, his face fell into a small grimace before he sighed and shook his head. âIâm sorry Geten but this is all wrong. Perhaps just take a break and come back tomorrow to it?â The man looked at him apologetically. Words were caught in Getenâs throat...âYes of course sir.â The entire way home he felt his eyes watering up at thought of failure. He was by no means like his Liberation counterpart Skeptic but he still cherished success above all. Heâd failed quite a bit in the past before training and getting back up to a level that was beyond acceptable. Today took a toll on him having to watch his grand leader frown at him like that.Â
He entered the apartment and looked around for you. It was quiet for once and that was concerning to him. There was a lit candle on the kitchen counter that he passed by and it caused him to relax knowing you must be home. He found you in the bedroom curled up under the thick blue blanket. You werenât sleeping and the light was on as well; you seemed to just be relaxing. When you caught wind of his expression your smile fell. He didnât hide it as well as he wanted to from you. He aslo didnât hide the single tear that rolled down his cheek. A lot of times he was rough with you and around you but for now he decided to let down all his walls. As soon as you sat up in the bed he quickly went to collapse onto it and move his head into your lap. It was silent aside from his very quiet sniffles. You never seen him cry before, and youâd also never judge him for it. You werenât sure to how to reassure him so you did the only thing you knew how to do best in this situation:
You started singing.
You sung so softly to him, picking a song with lyrics that seemed to fit his situation in the moment. For the first time he listened to you with open ears, taking in the soothing melody of your voice and wondering if it was some sort of hidden quirk you mightâve possessed. He let go and let it flow, eventually running out of tears to cry. When he was finished (and when you were finished with your song) he looked up at you. His eyes were red and puffy, his nose and cheeks slightly pink. His long strands of hair stuck to his cheeks from the dried tears. His mouth was slightly open, no doubt due to a stuffy nose after the emotional show. Finally he decided to speak to you about his day. Really he vented to you about everything heâd been feeling over the past years. He even talked to you about his fears of the future. You listened to all of it as you silently swore to take on the burden for him. You pulled him close into your embrace and apologized for him having such a bad day. You let him know his failures didnât define him and that (just like in the past) they would eventually lead to success if he managed to take hold of them. You let him know youâd be there for him no matter what, and that you believed in him. You began to rock ever so slightly as the man held onto you for dear life. You hummed once more, this time a softer tune than the last. He was out like a light. That very next day he made two promises to himself in the mirror before he left the house.
The first promise was that if he should fail again today, he would not give up and he wouldnât let it get to him. He would try again if it meant trying forever to get it right.
The second promise? To never feel the way he used to feel about your singing again. Â
#scenario#is it fluffy?#fluff#geten#geten x reader#bnha geten#mla#meta liberation army#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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What things do you think people get wrong about Spinner's character in fics/fandom in general? Anything you've seen or felt was done right? Anything about him you'd like to see appreciated more?
Thanks! Love your posts about the LoV. â„ïž
đ„șđ„ș I'm glad you like them, really.
AND OMG YES, SPINNER APPRECIATION POST. THAT WAS THE EXCUSE I WAS LOOKING FOR TO RANT ABOUT HIS CHARACTERIZATION. LET ME USE THE LIST FORMAT.
My opinion on Spinner's characterization:
I have several friends that used to hate Spinner or ignore him because they were fans of the anime but hadn't read the manga. They soon changed their opinion after my explanations about the matter.
I think the worst take I've seen so far is exactly that. He's not irrelevant or useless to the plot. It pains me when people portray him as such.
Also many people write Spinner like very passive? Like if he was easy to please and he would only follow others? That doesn't make sense at all. He found his way to the League just like the others. He stopped Magne from hurting Izuku on the Summer Camp attack, he confronted Tomura on the beginning of My Villain Academia and pressed him for answers, he participated in creating the name of the Paranormal Front and on recent arcs, he clearly told AFO to his face he never thought about following him, but Tomura.
So no, Spinner is not passive or a background character.
Horikoshi even emphasizes on this by allowing him to narrate part of the MVA arc. I can argue that Horikoshi wanted the audience to sympathize with Spinner, because he's the closest to being between the heroes and the villains, a real anti-hero. The author wanted us to see Spinner point of view and that shouldn't be dismissed.
I also think people downplay his relationship with Toga. We've seen him worrying about Toga since the MVA arc and later into the War arc. He is closer to being an older brother to Toga than Dabi is, we must accept that.
Spinner is very sentimental, but not a coward. Knowing his quirk is not enough to fight a bunch of people isn't fearing a fight. In fact, I really love how the League understand their limits and never push them too far. There's no shame in any of it.
Spinner is not a traitor. He's a really loyal man and his also not a blind fanatic. Once again, when compared to Dabi, Dabi keeps being a little obsessed with Stain and while Spinner still stands him, Spinner grew past Stain's legacy, he become something more.
Spinner is also a leader. On the late chapters, we have seen Spinner having followers. Please let's never forget he's main reason to be on the League is to fight racist people. He wants to change the system in order to give power to the minorities. Whether the League is a good place to do that or not, it doesn't change Spinner's goals.
He was worried about hurting children and civilians. Just like most members of the League, he wants to live, so he sees no point in ending the world. He wants to make a better society, not killing everyone.
On the other hand, I love when people portray him as someone who's well versed in politics and social movements. Yes, it's canon that he knows his things.
I love when people portray him as a very good friend and a general good person. Within the League, Spinner was the one who connected the most with Tomura, who was supposed to be the demon lord. Instead, Spinner saw past it, he saw the kid being worth following and protecting. That's why he didn't like what happened on the War arc. He knows it's wrong.
I love that the fandom agree about Spinner loving music. Yes, he was probably bullied when a kid, so I pretty enjoy when people create scenarios when he defends little kids or other people with animalistic quirks from bullies and racist people.
I think we can appreciate more his background and his presence within the League.
For example, Toga is partially rejected because her quirk reminds a wild animal, something brutal and barbarian. She could talk with Spinner about this, decided she can trust him and tell him about her crushes and stories.
Spinner had also work before, so he could complain with Twice about bosses and noisy clients and such.
He also enjoys a good cosplay, so why don't make him enjoy talking about clothes and costumes with Mr. Compress?
He could also relate to having specific skin conditions, just like Tomura. They share video games, that's right, but there's so much more than this. Tomura is pretty smart and I bet he'd enjoy talking about philosophy and academic stuff with Spinner. They'd obsess over Wikipedia articles at 3am.
Also Dabi could learn a lot about Spinner. Dabi needs to grow as a person, and Spinner can provide him with both a rival and a friend. They have similar taste, they both are really loyal and full of anger, but they deal different with it.
And if there's something I like how is portrayed in the fandom, it's Spinner friendship with Magne. I love those two.
I think many people with more basic beauty standards reject Spinner a lot. I personally think that's why the producers of the anime has decided he's not important for the plot and cut him from most part of the arcs. This is so wrong.
I mean, I want more people talking about how amazing is Spinner skin and his hair.
I want people talking about how adorable cute are the blue dots on his clothes, about how he's a strong guy ready to punch people without being an asshole, without being a bad friends or a bad person to kids and civilians.
AND HE'S OVER THERE FIGHTING POWERFUL QUIRKS WITH HIS SWORD. HE HASN'T BEEN BADLY INJURED YET. HE'S OVER THERE BEING THE BEST SUPPORTIVE MAN ON THE LEAGUE.
Also he's pure comedy and highly relatable. He's humor is pretty close to our online humor and I think that's amazing.
WE NEED MORE SPINNER META. ALL THE SPINNER META. GIVE ME SPINNER CONTENT.
So yeah, anon. I think Spinner is criminally underrated but I also think there's a loving side of the fandom that takes good care of him.
To all the Spinner fans reading this: keep the good work and tag me in it so I can see it and hype about it. đ
#Shan's asks#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#league of villains#lov#Spinner#iguchi shuichi#Shan's mha opinions#Shan's bnha opinions#Shan's lov opinions#Shan's mha headcanons#Mha headcanons#Shan's bnha headcanons#Bnha headcanons#Shan's lov headcanons#Lov headcanons#Spinner headcanons
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The Stranger ch3
Awww, we get a glimpse of Shiggy's family. Another sweet threesome and a little background to Drury...who would have thunk it. Shiggy really is a tasty sinnamon roll.
Warning: Fun threesome and references to knotting
LMAO! I can't help myself with Mary, she really is my dream girl. Loves cooking, all soft and thic! Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Shigaraki's heart is fluttering in his chest like his wings. Drury had said she loved him. It was not directly, but it was there.
After Shigaraki's knot softens, he slowly pulls himself out of Drury so as not to disturb her sleep. He is unwilling to tell her what he is or has done until she is thoroughly separated from the nasty humans. Then she will be his. She will smother him in love and affection. Then he can happily say he loves her back. They will have several little grubs. Shigaraki must stop himself. Anytime he gets excited about something, it ends up crumbling in his hands.
Drury and Squishy are tangled, her head laying on the plump one's large soft breast. It is making him jealous. Drury never clung to him like that. He must take a deep breath and remind himself she is only a nest sister, not competition or a threat. They have known each other longer.
My Drury is a kinky little minx, he thinks. He smirks at her pretty sleeping face. He never thought he would be with any female. Then to be deflowering two in the same week. Pretty ones that have different beautiful things to offer. He can't say he hates it. The soft one felt good too. Although he still prefers his Drury. The females are in a deep sleep when he stretches his wings. The full moon is beckoning him to fly.
He really should meet up with the rest of his family. They tend to become unruly and deadly when he's not watching them. Shigaraki hunts for them and brings them giant fish. Dabi, the pyromancer, grumbles how he dislikes fish.
"Where is Toga?" he chitters at the rest of the group. He leaves Dabi somewhat in charge while he is gone. Not that it really helps.
"She's not back yet. Fuck, you reek of sex. Been breeding and tying down that sweet girl you've been simp'in about?" Dabi asks with a sneer. His azure eyes are saying he already knows the answer. Shigaraki can't help himself. He gives Dabi a giant sinister fanged grin while he brags.
"Yes. Drury had me deflower her nest sister at the same time today." Dabi's and Spinner's faces fall into disbelief.
"You lie," Dabi says, trying to convince himself. Shigaraki's grin gets wider. Spinner, his dragon-born brother, snorts in envy and anger. "How the hell did you hide all of that?" Dabi asks, pointing to all of him.
"Carefully," he rasps.
"While you were screwing and eating out virgins, we have been languishing here. Wondering when we will be able to attack," Spinner gripes.
"I'm not preventing you from attacking. All I ask is that you leave the orphanage alone until I have pulled all our new family out."
"In the chaos, how will we be able to distinguish them. No, it's best we wait, I suppose. Are there any females that are as open-minded as your mate?" Spinner asks with some hope.
"I know the ones that are willing to leave have already broken from the Sacred Order mentally. That is a big deal when it comes to an engrained religion. Drury is surprisingly accepting. They are both very naive. The Order has kept them deep in ignorance. I don't know about the others, so we shall see. You shouldn't have eaten those children," he scolds.
"So accepting that you let her see all this, right?" Dabi snarks. Pointing to all of him again. Dabi makes him itchy with this kind of talk. "They attacked us. We shouldn't have let that brat go. He could be warning the sacred Order as we speak. But you had to play the hero," Dabi rants.
"Slow down. Not all of us are fluent in Mothman. All I caught was Shiggy ate two female dogs," Magne says, annoyed.
"I have Toga keeping an eye on things. Drury says they won't risk telling the Sacred Order anything for fear the Order will kill them shortly afterward. I am bringing Squishy here tonight. Be nice to her, and don't mention the children you ate." Shigaraki is annoyed at the thought. It gets hard to meld one family with another when one has already eaten a part of the other.
"Those were their brother and sister. They are touchy about family. I'm sure you can relate. Be on your best behavior around Squishy. She is an exceptional baker and chef. I want her to make our food. Don't make her want to poison us. She has a sweet disposition. A bit food-obsessed. Very huggable and soft. Play your cards right, and she will show you how much fun she can be." Shigaraki smiles at the memories. He's put in enough face time. He should be getting back to the females. Squishy doesn't want to mate, but she seems very open to playing in other ways. Ways that can make his mate ready to take his knot. He practically drools at the thought.
"What that's it? The least you could do is deal us some of the dirty details. We are the ones who helped you get laid," Dabi says while making a rolly. Shigaraki narrows his eyes at Dabi.
"Why, so you can get ideas. Drury is my mate. Let me be clear. I will rip off any appendage that breaches any part of my Drury," Shigaraki snarls. Dabi laughs at this.
"Calm down. I won't touch our new sister without permission," Dabi grins. Shigaraki snorts at Dabi; he turns and flies off. Stretching his wings felt good, but he should not have left Drury alone for so long. No reason other than he wanted to spend every moment with her.
Both are still fast asleep. Shigaraki makes sure the entrance is covered. He wants it pitch black. He can see in the dark the humans can't. He crawls under the furs. The strong scent of females makes him feral and hard. He doesn't know why he left with two females to play with right here. He finds Drury and separates them to drive his face between her legs. She squeals and jerks. Smacking him on the head.
"Shiggy, you frightened me!" she shouts as she thumps him again. He chuckles on her clit. Drury groans, and Mary stirs next to her.
"Mmm, what time is it? What's he doing?" Mary asks.
"What do you think? He's frisky," Drury responds. Shiggy grabs their legs and pushes them to embrace each other face to face. Pressing the top of their crotches together. A sight he will never tire of. Both yelp. Drury doesn't complain. This gives Shigaraki better access to plunge his tongue deeper. But Mary grumbles he's too handsy with her.
"Mmm, too dark. I can't tell what time it is, but I should be heading back. Shiggy, you are insatiable. I would indulge, but I need to get back," Drury moans.
"No, no, stay. Big time, many time. Stay. Kiss, kiss, touch," He states under the furs. Guiding Mary's fingers to Drury's hot wet hole. Mary eagerly starts to play with Drury.
"Shiggy, you stay away from my holes. No mating, please. I'm still very sore," Mary says gently.
"Shiggy no mate Squishy. Just touch. Too much work. Touch Drury," he concedes.
"Mary, I should get going," Drury says, mumbling into Mary's mouth.
"Whaaaat? I like touching and kissing," Mary murmurs sweetly.
"I know. You're an aggressive kisser. I would say smothering if they were not so soft and sweet. You're worse than Shiggy. Come here, we'll play a little bit, but then I have to go," Drury's fingers seek Mary. Shigaraki helps, then takes a delicious handful of Mary's lovely ass. Mary screeches and bats both of them away.
"No touching. I'm uncomfortable with my body. I don't know. After, I just felt weird. Selfconscious. Can't I just touch the both of you?" Mary pouts.
"You're shy all of a sudden, after everything, really? Not very fair," Drury laughs.
"Not fair," Shiggy repeats under the fur. He wasn't going to mate with her but touching her was one of the best things about Squishy. She is so plush and soft.
"See, even Shiggy agrees. We can't see anything, and you feel amazing. . I love holding and feeling you, so soft and tender. I love your body. But I will do whatever you feel comfortable with. Ok, Shiggy?" she asks, lifting the furs.
"Yes, yes, kiss," he agrees. Rising out of the furs to press their faces together. His fingers laced in their lush hair. He loves his females, but they talk too much. He watches them passionately kiss. Watching their tongues entangling, sweet moans, the intoxicating scent of two females coming into heat, made him reckless. Pulling back, he folded their legs on top of each other. Shoving his leaking between the flesh of their touching cunts. Leaning down to join their kiss, he eagerly humped their pressed bodies. Tasting both at once then switching between them. Mary giggles.
"I can tell it's him. His lips are so rough. Is he tickling with feathers?" Mary snickers before Shiggy silences her with his mouth.
"I know. It's that scarf more than anything. It's soft, but he nev...mphf." Shigaraki presses them back together. He was foolishly caressing them with his feelers, and although they had not noticed he briefly used all four arms, he can't have them comparing notes. When the females are distracted with each other again, he sighs in relief. Whimpering when he realizes he has been left out.
"Pretty," he chirps at them. He starts to line himself up when Mary growls at him.
"Wrong person Shigaraki," she says harshly.
"Sorry," he replies. A quick peck on her head in apology.
"Shiggy, really quick, ok. I do need to get back," Drury mutters in between kisses. Dragging the tip of his head across both clits before finding Drury's hot moist hole. He finally feels whole when he fully sheaths himself into his whining Drury. He can feel her tight cunt fluttering around him when he's bottomed out.
They can't see, so he stretches his trembling wings. Shigaraki wants to flap and drive himself deeper. Pound Drury until she can't walk. Until his name is the only one on her tongue. Waiting is the price he must pay to have it all. His thrusts are shallow and quick, with no rhythm. Drury made it clear she was only doing this to please them. Her pleasure is not urgent. Although she feels close already. He will have to have Mary teach what she does with those fingers. He places two fingers near Mary's hole.
"Can I?" he asks. Mary whines and shoves his fingers in. He grinds and fingers forcefully. All of them are panting and grunting. Shigaraki violently pounds them into the furs. "Good. So good," he grunts. His release is building quickly to climax. Mary starts to laugh.
"He's such a poor horny man. Like a bunny," she giggles to Drury. Drury can't answer. She pulls Mary closer to her.
"I'm cuming," She cries. Shigaraki doubles his efforts until both are crying and spasming around him. He's swelling with pride that he managed to make them climax together. He pulls away quickly. Drury can't afford the time to be knotted. Mary feels him pull away and surprises him. Her mouth abruptly drinking him. Her velvety tongue is pulling growls and chirps from him. Eyes are rolling in the back of his head, Fuck he can get used to this, he thinks.
"What are you two doing?" Drury giggles. Mary gropes for her in the dark and thrusts her towards Shigaraki's cock to take her place while she gasps for breath. Drury finishes him as he doubles on her. It takes all his strength to not shove himself knot deep in that sweet mouth. He pulls out of her mouth with a lewd popping sound.
"Good. Good mate. Good sister," he praises, petting them both on the head.
"Ugh, he's so bitter and salty," Drury says to Mary. Mary laughs.
"I don't mind it. I said I wanted to taste everything."
"Then you can drink him from now on," Drury says, wiping her mouth and tongue.
"Now on?" Shigaraki whimpers. He's already fallen hard for Drury. When she says things like that, he sinks a little deeper. Mary laughs.
"We'll see. Shigaraki, can we get some light? We need to get dressed," Mary says business-like. He makes sure he's well cloaked before he lets in any light. The girls are helping each other dress. Mary gives Dru a timid hug goodbye, blushing and shy again. Shigaraki carries Drury back.
She stops him when the orphanage is insight.
"I need to talk to you. There were things I couldn't say in front of Mary. She wouldn't understand."
He sets her down, dreading whatever she has to say. Dabi had told him when females say "we need to talk," it's never good. Drury looks sad and away from him.
"I'm worried you won't like me as much. But I should tell you. I met Not-Ren. I know you are family with some night creatures," Drury starts. Shigaraki begins chittering and babbling in a panic. Trying to explain. To lie in a way that will keep her from breaking up with him. She raises a hand with a slight smile. "Relax. I'm not angry. I understand. Being alone in the woods. I'm sure you found what family you could. We are the same in that way. Mary and Hannah are my family, not by blood, but by something more profound. That said, they will not understand or forgive. Now for the tough part," she takes a deep breath before she tells him her darkest secret.
"I've been told my moral compass is a little skewed. I've killed before and felt emptiness. I'm not proud of it, and I don't like it about myself. That is why I'm the butcher. I believe in a quick and respectful death, but I feel nothing while carrying out the act. I care for my little brothers and sisters, but I can't mourn them. I think something in me broke when I saw my family slaughtered in the great war. I'm worried if I push myself to feel it, I will never stop. So, I will try my best to honor them by saving Harry and as many others as I can. To do that, I will persuade Harry to keep quiet. He's good at keeping secrets. But no one in your family can eat the others or ever mention what happened to Abbey and Ren." She feels her cheeks burning. Ashamed. She knows it sounds terrible. Like she is incapable of loving. But that's not true; she feels intensely. She doesn't allow her emotions to stop her from doing what needs to be done, not anymore. Shigaraki is nodding vigorously. He holds both her hands to his thumping heart.
"Same. We are same. No mad. Sorry, I no stop. I late. Family needs eat. Shigaraki will no eat family." Shigaraki relates in his broken tongue. Drury is crying. He uses his cloak to wipe away her tears. He knows there is no better time than now to show her what he is. He can't. This feels like fate. Drury is his soulmate. He can't risk that when he's so close to ensuring they will be together forever.
"I really try not to be a bad person. Do you think I'm a bad person?" she sniffles.
"No, my mate. Same. Bring family. Love," he kisses her fingers. She gives him a beautiful smile.
"I-I-I believe I love you too. I can't wait until we are together all the time." She kisses him. He picks her up and takes her safely back to the orphanage. He is insanely happy and never felt closer to anyone.
They barely made it before Dawn. Drury has to get to cooking right away. She is cooking up more oats, knowing the grievances will be endless, but she is worn out. Mary and Shigaraki are both tiring. Harry looks like death, and Hannah is a mess. She really hates being in charge. She explained to Harry and Hannah what would be happening. How they will be around Shiggy's family. Hannah was outraged while Harry was resigned. Drury feels awful that she even must ask more of this poor boy.
"Again, Hannah, if you have a better idea, I'm all ears," Drury huffs with hands on hips. Avoiding Hannah's furious glare.
"You're asking Harry to just forget his trauma and live with the monsters that ate Abbey and Ren!" She shouts, pointing at a sickly thin Harry. Drury slumps in shame and guilt.
"Dru is right," Harry rasps. "I won't say anything. I'll never forgive them. But if they will save the others and Mom," He wheezes, looking to Hannah, who looks to be on the edge of tears. "Then I will take the secret to my grave. Which may be soon."
"Don't talk like that. Ok, Dru, anything you say. Get us out of here quick," Hannah goes over to weep over Harry. Drury hugs them both before sneaking away.
"Drury!" Big sister shouts at her. Making her jump out of her skin. Did she just get caught exiting the sick room? Big sister is so damn quiet it's jarring.
"Oh, Big sister. You scared the hell out of me," Big sister gives her a stern look for cussing.
"Really, Dru, you are so jumpy. I need you to make extra food for the Holy Mother," she says, ignoring Drury's indiscretion.
"The Holy mother?"
"Yes, Harry has not gotten better. With the disease spreading in the village, we can not afford to put it off longer. She will be here tonight with five escorts. See to it that they are well fed. I really wish Mary were here. The girl was the best baker we had in years. She could have made some cookies or crackers. Make do with what you can," she instructs as she leaves. When Drury starts her heart again, she is in a panic. Hannah would typically know what to do.
She finds Not-Ren. Asleep in the root cellar.
"Wake up, we have a big problem showing up," She shakes Not-Ren awake. Not-Ren whines about being woken up. It eyes her suspiciously when she gives it a warm smile.
"I'm sorry I had to wake you. Shigaraki told me that you are a part of his family and you need to eat people. Are you some kind of vampire? Are you hungry? Can you drink from a person without turning them? If you can, do you want to drink from me? I really need you in top shape soon," she says, holding out her arm.
"You are really strange. You're not scared?"
"We're family, and family is there for each other. I'm scared, but I don't let it stop me. If Shiggy trusts you, I trust you," she holds out her other arm to Not-Ren. Not-Ren shakes its head no.
"The Holy mother is coming tonight. We should leave immediately. No sense in waiting. How many have you convinced to come with us?"
"Everyone on that list and a few more of the older sisters. I can lead them there after nightfall."
"No, we have to go now. Cover yourself in a blanket. We need to gather our shit in a pile and take care of it. Trust me, we can't screw around with the Scared Order."
"We can. In fact, we are going to destroy them," Not-Ren giggles.
"We have a bunch of children here. I can't. Can you please tell me your real name?"
"Toga Himiko."
"Please, new sibling, Toga. No one understands your loathing of the Order more than me. However, I don't want to risk the lives of our other family. I am begging you to spare the orphanage. Don't tell any of the new family you killed Abbey and Ren. Please don't wear Ren's face when I introduce you. There will be too many questions later," Toga looks her up and down again.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Toga asks. Drury shrugs noncommittally. Toga sighs. "Fine, I'll talk to Shigaraki and back him up when he gives in to you. I think I love you too. Sister Dru," Toga giggles.
"Awww, I like you too. But I'll fucking kill you if you hurt any more of my brothers and sisters," Drury says with a huge smile.
"Ha, ha, ha, ditto. You break Shigaraki's heart; I'll eat yours for lunch. He's our big brother, and no one fucks with our family."
"Good to know. Change into your natural face and wait for me in the pantry," Drury says cheerfully. Toga gave her the list of her recruits. Drury went and gathered them all. She warned Hannah about the Holy Mother, and Hannah no longer argued with Drury about the night creatures. They agreed to move Harry after the leading group was a distance away to avoid getting sick from Harry.
It was dusk when she was able to get everyone together while avoiding Big sister. When they gathered, Drury introduced them to Toga. Which was a massive surprise for Drury to see a fanged young woman with yellow eyes and two messy blonde buns.
"Hi, I'm Himiko. You can call me sister Toga. Drury has told me so much about you I feel like I already know you." Her smile sets a lot of them on edge and skittish. Drury cringes inside when she talks about already knowing them.
"Don't worry. I'll be escorting us," Drury announces, holding up two of her extra knives. The room became reassured, which made Toga skittish. One of the boys came running up.
"The Holy mother is early! She's here. Most everybody is out front. Gathering wood."
"Fuck! Ok, everybody, run as fast as you can to the tree line. Toga, here! This should protect you from the sunlight." Drury drapes Toga in a thick wool blanket and steps out in the open first. She signals everyone to go. When everyone has made it to the tree line, Drury turns to fetch Harry and Hannah when she hears her name carried on the wind. It was coming from the front.
Drury sighs, trying to decide what to do. She decided she will have to get Harry back to decent health. So, she can get Hannah back and have her deal with all the little annoying decisions. Toga is shouting for her to hurry up. Drury sighs again and makes her way to the front. She said she would help anyone who asked for it.
"What is she doing! We have to go. Tomura will be so upset if she's hurt. He will totally blame me for it. He said he trusted me!"
"Why are you worried about Drury?" The older sister asks.
"Because she's a gentle, helpless human," Toga whines. Several of them exchange looks.
"Drury is not helpless. Don't you know her story? She's the butcher," one says.
"Yeah, I know. She works as the butcher for the kitchen," Toga scoffs and rolls her eyes. They exchange looks again. One of the girls leans in to whisper.
"No, she is THEE butcher of the outer ring. The little ones don't know this. During the great war, Drury has a record for killing sixty-seven enemy soldiers. She took out a whole camp single-handedly when she was eleven."
Toga snorts at the girl for believing an outrageous story. Twice is suddenly there popping out for behind a tree.
"Were you hiding?"
"Yes! No!" he answers.
"Dru is taking off someplace. There's still too much light for me. Tomura trusted us with her."
"I'll protect her! No, I won't," he says, running after her.
Drury peaks around the corner and is shocked by what she sees. The Sacred Order has already started a burning pyre before they have even seen Harry. Big sister is pleading with the Holy mother. An act that Drury has never seen positive results from. Drury doesn't like any of this. She turns to go to her butchering shed.
A man in a black mask is standing in front of her. He clearly is not a part of the Order. Another stranger. She plasters a brilliant smile.
"Hello, I apologize. I am in a big hurry. If you wish to talk, you will have to follow me," Drury beckons, making her way to the shed.
"I don't know what you're doing. Big bro Shiggy trusted us to keep you safe, so..."
"Wonderful!" Drury interrupts. "Do I call you big brother or just brother âŠ. what's your name again?"
"Twice," He says, trailing after her. She enters the shed leaving Twice ranting at the door and then counter-arguing himself.
"Well, big brother Twice, I don't like the look of what's happening out front. Since I only see the Holy mother, that means the others are inside. I am going to try to reason with the Holy mother," she says through the door. Drury put on her butchers' apron, its thick leather carrying her various knives, accompanied with a thick leather mask and gloves. Exiting the shed freaked Twice out a bit.
"You do not look like that sweet, polite girl we've been watching! You're going to talk to her like that?" He jeers.
"Big brother, you should not follow. It is very kind of Shiggy to send me so many guardian angels. But it's not necessary."
"You didn't answer my question," he says exasperated.
"You're a bit more observant than most. This is just in case the conversation doesn't go well. I can't leave with you yet. I need my sister Hannah. She said we are even for Harry, but that's impossible. I'm afraid I can't go without Hannah."
"You are more important than whoever this Hannah is," he frets. It feels wrong putting hands on Drury. She keeps calling him big bro, making him more confused. She stops to look back at him.
"Not to me. Please, make sure our other brothers and sisters are safe."
"I can't let you go alone," he splits into two. One watches Drury as she goes to talk to the holy mother.
"Greetings," she waves happily. This is a younger Holy mother than the last one. Big sister looks extremely upset, and it's worse when Drury walks up. Drury makes note there are two piles of wood.
"Drury now is not a good time," Big sister manages to sputter out.
"Drury?" the holy mother warily eyes her up and down. It's obvious the Holy mother was warned about her.
"I understand. I only have a few questions, and then I will be out of your hair. First: who is the pyre for?" she asks, getting closer to the holy mother. The Holy mother stares at her hard.
"So, you are the butcher of the outer ring?" the Holy mother asks in return. Drury's smile drops.
"I don't like to be called that. That's the past. I only want to look forward to the future. If this is for Harry and Hannah, can I offer an alternative?" to the Holy mother's credit, she stood her ground as Drury loomed.
"The Sacred order is always listening," she says with a cold smirk.
"Allow us to disappear into the forest. You will never see us again," Drury says emotionless.
"I'm afraid that will not do. The disease that has been spreading seems to originate in this area. The Order would live in fear that the source would not perish in the forest with you by their side. For the greater good for the rings, they must be sacrificed." Drury locks eyes with the holy mother and looms closer.
"Yes, we understand," Big sister interjected, stepping between them. "Drury, Harry died an hour ago. I'm sorry you have to hear it like this." Drury's eyes never waver from the holy mother. Holy mother smirks.
"You are a cold one. I'm truly impressed. Why didn't you join the Sacred Order?"
"I prefer to help more than destroy. If Harry is dead, why are there two piles?"
"You know why. The girl was all over the corpse," Holy mother says taking a modest step back.
"Yes, but she has not shown a hint of illness. We can keep her in quarantine," Big sister pleads.
"The risk of this disease spreading is too great. But I can show mercy. Drury, if you are as cold-blooded as they say you are. I will allow you to end the girl's misery quickly if you agree to join the Order. With your help, she doesn't have to suffer a painful death of being burned alive."
Drury narrows her eyes at the holy mother. Drury has spent time with Toga and feels pity for her. Toga is ruled by her nature and impulsively kills because of it. This woman disgusts Drury.
"When I kill animals, it's always quick and with respect," Drury says, unaffected.
"And when you kill a person?" the Holy mother asks with a legitimate interest.
"I've never killed a person."
"Really? You are interesting. Do we have a deal?"
"Please, Drury is a sweet young woman. What you are asking of her is beyond cruel," Big sister cries.
"Don't worry, Big sister. I prefer Hannah be given peace quickly by my hands then by these monsters," she hisses. "I will join the Order."
Chapter 4
#my hero academia shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#moth shigaraki#mothman shigaraki#lemon#smut#tomura smut#motharaki#boku no hero academia tomura#alternate universe fantasy#tomura shiragaki#shigaraki#sinnamon roll#shigaraki x oc
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blind date (part ii) - shigaraki x reader
After endless failed attempts to help Tomura up his game, his friends have settled on their last resort: A blind date. Even before you show up, it's not going well. No quirks AU, female reader.
Part 1
Part 2
âNo.â
âYes,â you say. You look sort of embarrassed. âEight times.â
âNo way.â Tomura studies you across the table. His eyes feel blurry with exhaustion and alcohol, but heâd prop his eyelids open with toothpicks before heâd let you think he was falling asleep. âI donât buy it. Two, maybe. Not eight.â
âWhy would I lie about this?â You take a sip of a drink. It might be yours, or it might be Tomuraâs. There are so many mostly-empty glasses on the table between the two of you that Tomuraâs forgotten which ones he ordered. âIf anything, Iâd lie the other way. Being stood up for eight first dates isnât exactly a good sign.â
Tomura finds another drink, finishes it, and gives his verdict. âItâs a sign you met eight stupid guys.â
âI donât think thatâs it,â you say. âIf it was one person, or two â but eight? At that point itâs more likely that Iâm the problem.â
Tomura doesnât think so. Tomuraâs been talking to you for a while. Probably hours. He lost track of time at some point, probably around when he lost track of which drinks were his and which were yours, and thereâs nothing about you that looks like a problem to him. Except the fact that nobody else is dating you, and that looks more like a crazy stroke of luck for Tomura than anything else.
Tomura might not be good at this shit, but heâs not naĂŻve. He keeps checking in with himself, trying to make sure his interest in you isnât just because youâre a woman whoâs talked to him for longer than five minutes without looking at your phone. He hasnât seen you take your phone out except once, and that was to put it on silent. Which was â hot isnât right, but Tomura doesnât really have a better word, except nice, which isnât right, either. Itâs not just because youâre a woman who talked to him or held his hand or ran to meet him even though you were late. He likes a lot of other things about you, too.
He likes that you showed up looking the way you actually look most of the time, instead of dressing up like Magne told you to. He likes that you donât try to pretend to be something youâre not. When Tomura started talking about video games, you didnât act like you knew something about them â just like he didnât pretend he knew something when you started talking about horror movies or novels or manga. Youâre funny, but not on purpose. Or at least thatâs what Tomura thought, until he glanced at your face after youâd said something that made him laugh and realized that it was what youâd been hoping to do.
âSorry,â you say, and Tomura snaps out of it. âTalking about past dates on a first date is kind of a red flag, isnât it?â
âI asked,â Tomura says, wondering if you called this a first date because youâre hoping for a second one. You shrug. âIf youâve met that many shitty guys, how come you agreed to this? What did Magne tell you about me?â
âWhat did she tell me.â You finish one of the drinks and grimace slightly. âUm, she said you were my age.â
âOkay.â
âShe said you have a job,â you continue, âand friends.â
âYeah,â Tomura agrees. âWe have an apartment. We were friends before we had the apartment. Itâs not just because we have an apartment.â
âMagne said youâve all known each other forever,â you say. You smile slightly. âIt sounds nice.â
Itâs a good thing Tomuraâs known them forever. He hasnât had a lot of luck making friends as an adult. The closest heâs come to making a friend as an adult is probably Dabiâs stupid fiancĂ©, and thatâs only because he never leaves. Toga keeps saying that she thinks heâll like her girlfriend, but she also never lets her girlfriend within a kilometer of the apartment. One time Tomura asked her why not and Toga gave him the weirdest look heâs ever seen. âYouâre all boys,â she said. âYouâre gross.â
Maybe thatâs true. Tomuraâs never been in a womanâs apartment, so he doesnât really have a way to confirm. How gross could it be, really? He should probably ask Toga for specifics. âDid Magne say anything else?â
âShe said online dating and the apps werenât really working for you,â you say. âYou do better in person. I donât know what youâre like online, but â I feel like she was probably right.â
Tomuraâs face flushes. He finishes another drink to cover it up. âYour turn,â you say. âWhat did Magne tell you about me?â
âUh,â Tomura starts. He finds another drink, but canât quite stomach finishing it just yet. Heâs already about to screw this up, and itâs going to be worse if he throws up on you afterwards. âNot much. Just that you were a girl and you were my age and that you agreed to it.â
You laugh at that. âThatâs the important stuff,â you say. âShe did a good job managing your expectations.â
âNo,â Tomura says. You blink. âShe should have told me more.â
âShe doesnât really know more,â you say. âI only see her at work. She got my number so I could tell her when Iâm on shift and my boss is off.â
âWhatâs your bossâs deal, anyway?â Tomura asks. âJust an all-purpose asshole, or ââ
âHeâs not great to us. The employees, I mean.â You donât like talking about this. Tomura can tell. âBut he makes things really hard on customers who have certain prescriptions. HRT and stuff like that. He doesnât do anything they can report him for, but he makes it so miserable for them that they donât want to come in to pick their meds up.â
Tomura knows that type. Magne runs into that type a lot. If it happens when all of them are out together, Tomura and the others take care of it, but they canât be there every second. âA few people have my number,â you continue. âI give them a heads-up when their prescriptions are in and heâs out.â
âWhy didnât she tell me that?â
âShe did,â you say. Tomura meant before, and says so. âMaybe she thought youâd think I was too nice.â
Tomura snorts. âThat guy who tried to cut us in line didnât think you were too nice.â
If heâd been by himself, Tomura would have let it slide just because he doesnât care enough, but you blocked the guyâs way with your arms crossed, and when he told you to move, you stared at him until he backed off. âOkay, so not too nice,â you say. You pick up another glass, see itâs empty, and wince. âBut if sheâd told you more about me, youâd have found a reason not to show up.â
âIf sheâd told you more about me, youâd have said no.â Tomura feels pretty confident in that, and more so with however many drinks under his belt. âShe told you I was bad at app dating.â
âLots of people are.â
âSo bad at it that Iâve never been on a date.â Tomura feels pretty good about one-upping you right up until he sees your eyes widen, but his mouth is way ahead of his brain. âBeat that.â
Itâs quiet for a second. Tomura stares at you, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment, while you peer into glass after glass, trying to find one that hasnât been emptied yet. âI donât know,â you say. âI think being stood up eight times is worse.â
âNo, it isnât.â
âMy record is terrible,â you say. You find one more glass and drain it. âYour record, on the other hand â youâre one for one. Iâd say thatâs pretty good.â
âOne for one on what?â Tomura asks.
âDates,â you say. âThis oneâs going well.â
âYeah?â Tomuraâs mouth goes dry. He looks around for a glass with something in it, so that heâll be able to speak without swallowing his tongue, but he comes up empty. You slide your water glass across the table to him and Tomura gulps half of it. âYou think itâs going well?â
You looked pretty calm until he said that. Tomura sees you getting nervous. He slides the glass of water back across the table to you in case you want to drink it, but you leave it alone. âI mean,â you start, âwe met up at five-forty-five, and itâs almost last call. Maybe itâs just me, but I wouldnât spend eight hours hanging out with somebody if it wasnât going well.â
âLast call?â Tomura says, like a dumbass, only for the bartender to shout it out to the room at large a few seconds later. âEight hours? Really?â
You nod. âSo either itâs going well,â you say, âor you just didnât have anything better to do.â
If Tomura doesnât want to be somewhere, he goes home even if thereâs nothing better to do. Heâd rather spend hours watching the most boring vintage simulation game streams in history than spend two seconds longer being social than he wants to. Eight hours hanging out with one person is a record, even once Tomura subtracts the bathroom breaks he had to take because he was dumb enough to break the seal four drinks in. Has he ever spent eight hours doing nothing but talking with someone without getting bored? No. Not even close.
âItâs going well,â he says, and you look relieved. Not happy, just relieved. Thatâs â not good. âTheyâre kicking us out now.â
âYeah.â You get to your feet and stagger a little bit. You probably drank at least as much as Tomura did, but youâre shorter than him, and youâre a woman. Are you okay? âIâm going to go pay. We should figure out rides home. The trains donât run this late.â
Tomura fucked up somehow. He canât figure out how, but heâs pretty sure he did. But youâre still about to get kicked out, and somebody has to pay the tab â and somebody has to figure out how you two are getting home. He gets to his feet, too. âIâll get it. It canât be that much.â
You look back at all the glasses on the table. âI think itâs going to be a lot. Weâll split.â
Even with the split, itâs more than Tomuraâs spent on a night out, ever â and the longer he spends upright, the clearer it is that heâs trashed. Youâre trashed, too. Maybe less than he is, because youâre still trying to work out how to get home. âItâll be cheaper if we split a rideshare,â you say, and hold out your phone. âPut in your address.â
Tomura forgets his own address for a second. Then he types it in, and you take your phone back. âOkay. Itâll drop you off first, then me. Letâs go.â
Tomura follows you out, only weaving a little bit, and then the two of you are on the sidewalk again. The airâs still warm and humid, but at least thereâs more of a breeze than there was before. You lean against the boardwalk railing and Tomura copies you. He leaves one hand open at his side in case you want to reach for it. You donât, so Tomura goes for yours instead, and you look up at him. âTomura?â
âItâs going well,â Tomura says. Your eyes slide away from his, and he asks a question thatâs been on his mind since an hour or so in. âWant to do it again?â
âStay out until two am on a work night and blow five times my hourly rate on drinks?â You shake your head. âGo on another date? Yeah.â
Tomura hears all of that in the right order, except the thing in the middle that he actually asked about. âItâs a work night?â
âFor you, too. You said earlier.â Your hand moves in Tomuraâs, unfolding your fingers to lace them together with his. âWe should have called it quits four hours ago.â
âYeah, well, I didnât want to.â Tomura shouldnât have had this much to drink. Heâs saying stuff he probably shouldnât. Or should he? He doesnât see the point in lying about shit on a regular basis. Why start now? âI still donât.â
Next to Tomura, you take a deep breath, then let it go. âOkay. Give me your phone.â
Tomura fishes it out of his pocket with his free hand and passes it to you, then has to take it back to unlock it. He watches as you navigate to his contacts and add yourself to them â your first name, plus the words âblind dateâ, like Tomuraâs going to forget who you are. How many women do you think he has in his phone? You hand it back to him after saving your contact and Tomura waits for you to hand yours over so he can add his number to yours. You donât. âI need your phone. You need my number.â
âIf you text me, then Iâll have it,â you say. âIf you donât, I wonât need it.â
Tomura feels weird about that. âIs this some kind of test?â
âIâve gotten stood up eight times. Iâm done chasing after people who donât want me.â You loosen your grip on Tomuraâs hand, like youâre giving him the chance to let go. âI ran sixteen blocks to meet you. You can send me a text.â
Tomura can see where youâre coming from. Sort of. The rideshare shows up, and the two of you slide into the backseat. Going from standing up to sitting down gives Tomura some kind of drunken headrush, and he slumps sideways against you. âSorry ââ
âItâs fine.â You shift around in your seat until Tomuraâs cheek is resting on your shoulder. Youâre still holding his hand. âI donât mind.â
Tomura doesnât mean to fall asleep, but the next thing he knows, the rideshareâs coming to a stop outside his apartment building and youâre shaking him awake with the hand that was holding his. âWeâre here,â you say. âIt was nice to meet you, okay? I had a really good night.â
Tomura nods. His mouth tastes like something died in it, and his mind feels foggy, but not so foggy that he canât figure out how he wants to say goodbye. Maybe you know. âWhat do we do?â
âHow about a hug?â
Sounds good. Tomuraâs mouth tastes too bad for kissing, anyway, and his lips are gross enough to make you wish youâd never met him. He reaches out and drags you awkwardly across the backseat and into his arms, and you â fit. Tomura normally hates touching people, and he hates it even more when heâs drunk, but you fit, still and quiet with your head tucked in against his shoulder and your eyelashes brushing the side of his neck when you blink. Tomura could go back to sleep like this, easy. Heâs having a hard time keeping his eyes open.
âHey,â the driver says from the front seat. âAre you staying or going?â
âAre you in a big hurry or something?â Tomura pulls away from you with an effort and gets out of the car. The door shuts behind him, and Tomura turns to say goodbye, but heâs too slow. All he gets is a glimpse of your face through the window as the rideshare drives away.
Tomura should text you right now. The thought occurs to him, but then a mosquito bites him, and he slaps it a second too late. Heâll get inside the stupid building and get to his room, and then he can text you. Itâs a good plan. Whether Tomura will remember it by the time he gets to the apartment is an entirely different story.
Tomura and his friends live on the top floor. The entire top floor. It used to be a penthouse, back when both the building and the neighborhood werenât shit, but now the rent is cheap enough that the seven of them can afford it together. They all get their own rooms, three bathrooms is usually enough for everybody, and usually thereâs at least one person whoâs willing to cook dinner and let the rest of them mooch. Tomura and his roommates all keep weird hours, but by two-thirty in the morning everybodyâs usually in their rooms, even if theyâre awake. Heâs not going to bother anybody as long as heâs quiet.
Or at least thatâs what Tomura thinks. Heâs dead wrong, because when the elevator doors open, he finds all the lights on in the living room, and most of the people he lives with sitting in there, wide awake. It looks like theyâre waiting for something. It occurs to Tomura with slowly dawning horror that theyâre waiting for him.
He makes the first move out of shock more than anything else. âWhat the fuck?â
âWe decided to wait up for you. Since itâs babyâs first date and all,â Dabi says with a smirk. His stupid fiancĂ© is here, too, perched on the arm of the chair Dabiâs in. âSo howâd it go?â
Tomura doesnât want to talk about this when heâs drunk. He wouldnât want to talk to Dabi about it stone sober. He shakes his head. âCome on,â Twice announces from where heâs sprawled out on the rug next to Toga. âNobody comes back from a date at three in the morning and gets to shake his head about it. Spill. No, donât spill! I donât want any nasty details.â
âI want all the nasty details,â Magne says. âWhat happened?â
âPerhaps we shouldnât quiz him,â Sako says from the other chair. âShigaraki will tell us what he wants to, when he wants to.â
Sako is officially the only person Tomuraâs not pissed at right now. âNo, he has to tell us now,â Toga says. âWeâve all been working on this for a month. We have to hear how it went!â
âGive us at least a few details,â Dabiâs idiot fiancĂ© says. âWe need something to base our wild speculations on.â
âYou donât live here,â Tomura says. Dabi glares at him. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âWait, it was bad?â Spinner runs the opposite way with it. âWhy didnât you just come back? Or you could have called us â weâd come drink with you ââ
âIt wasnât bad,â Tomura snaps. âI got her number.â
He was hoping that would shut everybody up. Instead they all trade glances. âThatâs it?â Dabi asks, incredulous. âYou get back an hour after last call and all you got was her number?â
Thatâs not all Tomura got. âShe said we should go out again. And we held hands.â
âAre you thirteen or something? Thatâs so lame,â Dabiâs idiot fiancĂ© says. âWas she like, not ââ
âSheâs not that kind of girl,â Magne says. She reaches over from the couch to punch Dabi in the arm, even though it was the goddamn fiancĂ© who said it. âYou think Iâd set Shigaraki up with that kind of girl?â
âYeah, because thatâs the kind of girl heâll be dealing with in Vegas. Did you time-warp back to the fifties when I wasnât looking?â Dabi grimaces. âYouâre supposed to be upping your game. This is a setback.â
Tomura finally gets his feet under him. âNo, it isnât,â he says. âI had fun.â
He feels weird saying it, even though itâs true. He had fun walking around with you trying to find a bar you both wouldnât hate, because both of you hate when things get too loud. He had fun talking about any of the fifty things the two of you talked about over the course of the eight hours you spent together. He liked seeing you square off with the asshole who tried to cut you both in line and he liked seeing you order the weirdest drink on the menu, even though it was disgusting and neither of you could finish it. He liked that he didnât notice you trying to make him laugh until it already happened. He liked holding your hand.
Tomura had fun on his date, end sentence. âYou guys are assholes. Iâm going to bed.â
âWeâre not assholes! We want to help,â Twice protests. âYou donât need our help! Youâre doing fine.â
âYeah, Iâm with Twice,â Spinner says. Twice starts arguing with him, but Spinner ignores it. âItâs a win if you say itâs a win. Hanging out with somebody whoâs not us for that long is definitely a win.â
âItâs not a game,â Toga says. She rolls over on her back and stares up at Tomura. âAre you going to text her?â
Right. Tomura was going to do that. He fumbles his phone out of his pocket. âNo,â Dabi and his fucking fiancĂ© say at the same time. Dabi keeps talking. âIt hasnât even been an hour. Are you trying to look desperate?â
âI texted Ochako while I was on the train home from our first date,â Toga says. Togaâs the only one other than Dabi whoâs in an actual relationship, rather than a bunch of situationships, friends-with-benefits things, and hookups they block the next day. âI wasnât desperate.â
âYouâre the most desperate person Iâve ever met. But youâre a girl, so itâs cute on you,â Magne says. âItâs not cute on guys. Itâs weird.â
âI donât think it is,â Spinner says. Tomura adds Spinner and Toga to the list of people he doesnât hate right now. âSending a dick pic or begging for nudes would be desperate. Just saying something is â nice. Iâve never had a date text me the same night before. I wouldnât mind.â
âIn that case, your date would be a girl,â Magne points out. âCute when girls do it. Weird when guys do. Iâd know.â
Tomura lost the plot a few sentences back. âI wasnât going to send a dick pic. I donât even have a dick pic.â
Dabiâs fiancĂ© wheezes. âWhat?â
âOkay, thatâs enough!â Toga pops up off the floor. âTomura-kun has work tomorrow and so do I â and so does Spinner â so weâre all going to go to bed.â
âWe are?â Spinner asks, then yelps as Toga yanks him off the couch. âHey!â
âThatâs right,â Toga sings out. She grabs Tomuraâs arm, too, and Tomura barely manages to avoid getting yanked off his feet. He stumbles down the hall after her, colliding with Spinner a few times. Itâs all he can do to keep ahold of his phone.
Togaâs bedroom, Spinnerâs, and Tomuraâs are all along the same hallway, sharing the same bathroom. Once theyâre in the hallway, Tomura plants his feet. âWhy are you kidnapping me?â
âWeâre not kidnapping you. Your room is right there.â Toga points, like there was any way Tomura was going to forget. Heâs drunk, but not that drunk. âThey were being mean. Iâm happy for you. So is Spinner. Right, Spinner?â
âLike I said. A winâs a win.â
âItâs not a game.â Toga elbows him. Then she looks at Tomura. âTheyâre making it sound complicated and itâs not. If you like her, text her. If you donât, donât. Easy. Now go to bed.â
Itâs not a puzzle game. Itâs a yes or no question. Tomura likes that a lot better than whatever the hell the others wanted him to do. Still â âDo I need a dick pic?â
Itâs quiet for at least a minute. âYou know what,â Spinner says finally, âweâll cross that bridge when we get to it. Iâm with Toga. Go to bed before you get yourself in trouble.â
Tomuraâs tempted to tell them both that heâs doing it because he wants to, not because theyâre telling him to, but then he decides not to waste the air. The sooner he goes to his room, the sooner he can send you a message without everyone bothering him about it. He shuffles back to his room, flops down on the bed â which he didnât make this morning, because heâs just going to get back in it later â and pulls out his phone. When he taps the contact icon, the first thing he sees is the contact you set for yourself.
Your name (blind date). Tomura opens a message and gets stuck trying to think of what to say. Short is probably better. His mind is off on some weird paths right now, a lot of which have to do with you and his dick and all of which would be a lot more of a problem if he wasnât still drunk. And none of which you need to know about. You also donât need to know about the ambush his friends set up for him when he got home. Or the fact that Tomuraâs friends only sent him on this date so he could get better at women before the trip to Vegas in two months.
That might have been why Magne set you and Tomura up, but thatâs not why Tomuraâs texting you. this is tomura. i want a second date. That gets the point across for sure. If you texted Tomura that heâd count it as a win, so he sends it. But Toga said itâs not a game. Spinner said it would be nice to get a text from a date. What would Tomura want you to say, if he got a text from you?
Tomura overthinks it. He overthinks it so hard that he falls asleep, and only wakes up when he drops his phone on his face. You havenât texted back yet, but itâs only been fifteen minutes since he sent the message, and youâre probably asleep. What kind of text would Tomura want to see from you when he woke up in the morning? That you liked him. That you had fun. Maybe youâd say something funny, too. Tomura doesnât do funny. He almost falls back asleep again, then hauls himself up to wakefulness hand over hand, sitting up in the bargain. One more message. It should be easy.
sorry I fell asleep on you is what Tomura says. He barely manages to plug in his phone before he falls asleep for good.
He wakes up to his alarm howling, right on schedule. He can hear Spinnerâs alarm doing the same thing from across the hall. Tomuraâs mouth tastes like he threw up in it in his sleep. He fumbles for his phone to hit snooze on the alarm, but in the split second before he does, he sees a text notification. Everybody he texts has been asleep for the last â Tomura looks at the time and groans â four hours. So who â
Tomura unlocks his phone at warp speed and taps the message icon. He remembers texting you last night, but he didnât remember how stupid he sounded. Sorry he fell asleep on you? Youâre probably texting him to fuck off. Tomura glances down at your message. His head hurts badly enough that he has to read it five or six times to process it all the way.
You gave his first text a thumbs-up, then asked what he wants to do on the second date. But you replied directly to his stupid second message. itâs okay. next time itâs my turn.
Tomuraâs lips split as an uncontrollable grin crosses his face. He got four hours of sleep. Heâs got a full day of work and a hangover to go with it, and the instant he sets foot in the living room, his friends are going to start up on him about how heâs handling this all wrong. But Tomura must not be handling it all that badly, because heâs got a second date, and for a few seconds, the hangover and work and everything else doesnât matter at all.
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eject, 1/5
âOverhaul, the League is going to be here soon.â Hari reminds his boss even as he carries Eri into the work lab and sets her on the chairs. Heâd disagree with the other man, but still obey him. He was one of the only two who could ask Kai to reconsider an action, if only indirectly.
There wasnât time to really start a session today. Not if Kai wanted to get anything done with Eri, or if he didnât want to be late to the meeting.
But if he wanted to make the villains wait, no one would blame him. Not after the disastrous first encounter with them.
After Kai had agreed to go with Twice, followed of course by Hari, Mimic, and the Nine Expendables in secret, theyâd ended up in a damp, dusty warehouse that wasnât suitable for a bunch of truant graffiti artists to stash pot at, let alone the nationâs top terrorist organization to hide in.
But his boss had always been someone who had been able to make something useful and powerful from anything, and Hari was sure this would be no different.
Even as he hid in his crowâs nest and watched through his scope as Shigaraki made a fool of himself and one of his members lunged forwards with a large metal stick.
The cost for touching Kai was high, and finally brought some satisfaction to Hari.
The League shrieked and howled at the sight of a member after being Overhauled, and the ignorant girl whoâd asked about the Yakuza from the start was up in a flash, knives glinting and teeth bared as she cried out for her big sister.
Something about that was almost familiar, from someone whoâd been raised to consider his fellow criminals his brothers.
Though, more familiarity came from the way his heart raced at the sign of a threat.
While the girl would be easy enough for Kai to stop with a touch, a launched knife thrown at point blank range would be harder to stop with his quirk.
So Hari acted instead, aiming and shooting and hitting the girl in the shoulder before he could go from one blink to the next.
The injector bullet went into her skin, and she flinched back, holding to her weapon as she tucked into a fish roll to get back from Kai and the shooter- and the thing that had just emerged from the side of her arm.
âNO, BIG-SIS MAGNE!â Twice screamed before asking in a different tone, âHow the hell, did he clone Toga-chan, does he have a quirk like mine?â
The so called clone- actually a quirk phantom- stood and looked around with wide eyes.
It did look a lot like Toga- same clothes, same stature, same everything.
âWoah.â It said, looking at the kitchen knife and metal straw it held in either hand. âThis is new.â
âWhat.â Shigaraki said, seemingly as torn as Twice was between the two main issues at hand, even if it was far below the surface of his scratchy voice and his hand-covered face.
The quirk phantom looked to him as he spoke, then followed his gaze back to the fallen comrade. âOh! Oh, MagnetismâŠâ
It moved and knelt by what was left of the womanâs body, then placed the straw in its mouth and began to suck, while its free hand moved the knife to her thigh and carved a shaky cut. Good placement, for all it needed to be deeper and faster to get more blood out without needing a straw.
Twice shrieked.
âWhat are you doing, Fake Crazy?â Tomura demanded. âWhere did that even- whatâs your quirk?â He looked at Kai, then upwards. âOr perhaps I should ask what the quirk of the guy who just shot her is.â
âNot our quirks.â Kai shook his head. âThatâs hers. Iâve just removed it from her body. I wouldnât recommend she drink any blood before they merge back together. Besides being disgusting in every way, she might not be able digest it like she normally does without that filthy quirk of hers in her body.â
The quirk paused in slurping blood to turn itâs head slightly, glaring at Kai.
Hari tensed, preparing to switch guns. The phantoms didnât seem all there, but there was something solid in them, and itâd give Kai time at least if it attacked.
âWhy are you- thatâs big sis.â Toga stared at the phantom as if seeing for the first time how wrong it all was.
The phantom looked back at her, then sighed. âHime-chan, this is the last of her. If we donât take this now, weâll never get to see her again. Do you have any vials?â
Toga slowly nodded and moved to collect the blood.
The League all was focused on watching the girl and her quirk pick over the corpse- all but Shigaraki, who looked between the phantom to Kai.
âRemoved from her body.â He repeated, sounding interested. âI see. Well, get out of here. Iâll call you with my answer.â
âSee that you do.â Kai always had to have the last word as he pulled a business card out of his pocket and dropped it, then spun on his heal to leave.
Hari had waited until he was out of the building before he got out of his crowâs nest.
Shigaraki had eventually called the Hassaikai as he said he would- interrupting another session with Eri, actually- and decided to send some allies to join them as phase one.
Now, they were due to meet them in ten minutes, but Kai had still called Hari to bring Eri to the lab at the usual time.
âYes.â Kai moved to another cabinet. âBut weâve only managed to perfect three permanent bullets. Each requires a week of work, and Iâm not going to be delayed further by Shigarakiâs forces.â He removed a white injector- shaped not unlike an epipen.
He flipped the cap up, then jammed the needle into his forearm.
Hariâs mouth dropped open behind his mask.
A shadow shifted behind Kai, changing shape and color until another stood next to him- this Kai looked younger, like he had in his late teenage years. He wore lab clothes, his white button up shirt rolled to his elbows, an apron over him, and a simple facemask rather than a bird themed one.
He had no gloves on.
It was so interesting, how different peopleâs quirk phantoms sometimes looked like them, sometimes looked different. Hari, personally, thought it had something to do with how a person perceived their quirk. How important it was to them. Hence, Rappa- and that Toga villain- were nearly identical to the phantom. A slave to their quirk. It was comforting in some way, to see that Kai wasnât.
Not that heâd ever dare vocalize that, but still. It helped him relax as Kai looked over the phantom. This dream his oldest friend had was one he didnât think would get this far, but now he knew it wasnât merely because an itch pushed Kai to break down and build up whatever was close to him.
No, this plan was all Kaiâs.
And knowing that made it easier for Hari to believe in it.
Kai looked over his phantom, gold eyes harsh, then nodded.
âGood. Today we need to take the stabilizing samples from-â
âI know what we need to do.â Overhaul cut Kai off. âI have done it before after all. With you.â
Blinking, Kai seemed like he didnât know how to react to that. Hari had been a bit taken aback too, no one talked to the boss like that, but it was almost nostalgic too, coming from what looked like a younger Kaiâs lips.
âI will need to test overhauling a few things first, this form is different.â He- It, Hari reminded himself, it- looked at its bare hands.
Kai slowly nodded. âOf course. Chrono will assist you when you begin, Iâll go meet with the League.â
The phantom, which had been picking up small pieces of equipment and overhauling them out off and into shape, looked up sharply at that.
âYouâre meeting with the League. Without me.â
âYes, we just said-â
âWithout me. Youâre quirkless, right now.â Overhaulâs voice was not confined to sounding young, apparently, as he looked at Kai like he was dense. âAnd youâre going in alone, after you killed one of their members.â
Kai was quiet for a moment, for two, for three. Hari felt the danger build, and swallowed.
Then Kai nodded. âOk, Iâll take Chrono. Ask Saito or Yamada as assistants when you get to the post-settlement stage.â
With that, he left, and Hari, as ever, followed him.
As the door shut behind them, Kai spoke again. âChrono. Under no circumstance are you to shoot Toga with the eraser bullet again. I do not want to deal with two of that filth running around my home.â
âOf course, Boss. And if Twice decides to just do that on his own?â
âThen keep Twice from using his quirk.â
âYes, Boss.â
#im writing a 5+1 thing#got the first two done today!#but now i have to work on lesson plans and hhhng#so i want to post this part now#and serotonin later#quirk ejection idea#my fic#my writing#'why are there nine expendables' bc its the eight plus that one that got decayed in canon#I'm gonna say hari gets a uhhhh 60% on his quirk analysis grade#maybe 65% if I'm grading generously#.... which i tend to#but anyway speaking of grading time for me to go that
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Video Games. Spinner x gn!Reader
Word count: 3.5k+
Slow days were a common occurrence for the League. Flashy, grand missions didnât come by easily and most of the time the bar was empty except for Kurogiri. Most members of the League had homesâor at least places where they could sleepâand so, when Shigaraki dismissed everyone, most people just up and left the place. You were not one of those people.
Having lived under a bridge before joining the team of villains, the bar was the only place you truly had. Your possessions consisted of the clothes on your back and the small bed in one of the rooms upstairs, and that was it. You were thankful, always had been, that Shigaraki had been gracious enough to give you a place to stay, but that didnât mean you didnât get bored all by your lonesome from time to time.
You sighed, sinking deeper into the couch. The bar was deserted, Kurogiri having left with Shigaraki to meet with some person of interest, and the silence was pressing down upon you like a weighted blanket. You stared at the door longingly, putting all your mental strength into willing someone to open the door and join you. But if the past hour after returning from the store had taught you anything, your mental powers were absolute shit, and you were doomed to spend the rest of the day by yourself.
You knew a few people had some things strewn around the place, but nothing had truly caught your eye. No one read books that you found interesting, no one was childish enough to leave a board game lying around, and you valued your life enough to know that using the small handheld PSP that belonged to Shigaraki was out of bounds. You changed the channel on the TV once more, huffing in annoyance. God, you were so bored.
You glanced over at the clock on the wall, grunting when you realized it was only 4 in the afternoon.
âScrew it, Iâm taking a nap.â You finally told yourself, shutting off the TV and getting up from the couch. You werenât tired or sleepy, not even a little, but you figured that trying to rest a little was your best option at the moment. You dragged your feet up the stairs, already wrapping your mind around the fact that today would just be a very slow day and cursing yourself for not having a phone or a laptop or something to keep you entertained. But alas, you mourned as you reached for the doorknob of your room, you had no money of your own and you knew nothing about using technology in general.
âGoddammit!â
You stopped, your hand outstretched still. The voice had come from the end of the hallway and you were sure you werenât imagining it. Was it a voice you recognized? Oh, who cares, you told yourself. Youâd take a police officer at this point. You walked all the way to the end of the hall and knocked on the door to the common room the guys sometimes hung out in, fully expecting to get no answer, since the room was usually locked when Shigaraki was out; he valued his game consoles and trusted almost no one with them. Keyword here being almost.
The muffled noise of, well, something, stopped and you heard a hesitant âYes?â. You cracked open the door, narrowing your eyes at the darkness and artificial lights that met you.
There, in the dark and with a game controller in his hand, was Spinner.
âOh. Hi.â He said awkwardly, his face illuminated only by the glow of the TV in front of him.
âHi,â You called back, glancing around the room but finding no other forms laying on the couches and chairs that adorned the game room. âI thought I was the only one here.â
âM-me too.â Spinner admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
There was a brief silence, Spinner not unpausing his game and you not quite coming inside the room. You two had never found much common ground to really sit down and talk, even though you both, unknowingly, wished you were closer.
âSo⊠Whatâcha doing?â You asked, leaning against the door frame.
âIâm⊠playing video games.â Why did that sound so much like a question?
âWhat are you playing?â
âGrand Theft Auto.â He said, the name meaning absolutely nothing to you. You blinked once and Spinner sighed in defeat, his shoulders dropping. âItâs a... crime game, I guess.â
It was no big secret that Spinner was a massive game fan, a passion he only shared with Shigaraki. Theyâd both attempted to, sometimes, engage the other members of the League in conversation about their games (Spinner much more often than Shigaraki) but no one really understood a word of what they were saying. Toga said they werenât cute, Dabi said they were boring, Magne always had better things to do, and Compress couldnât use a computer to save his life. Still, Shigaraki loved games and movies and all that jazz, and thus one of the rooms on the second floor of the bar had been deemed the âgame roomâ, furnished with comfortable seats, a massive TV, and various gaming consoles that anyone could use if Shigaraki was present, even if no one ever did. No one other than Spinner, Shigarakiâs only trusted teammate that had his own key to the room.
Because yes, villains can also have hobbies, hang out, and also share their gaming stuff with their friends. Or coworkers. Or whatever the League was to one another at any given time.
You hummed, balancing back and forth on your feet. You had no idea what the game was or how it was played, having never played a video game once in your entire life, something that Spinner didnât actually know. He just believed you found them boring. He looked almost defeated, the way he always did when he asked one of the others if they wanted to play with him before getting rejected, and you hesitated at the door.
â...Can I stay here and watch you?â You asked in a soft tone, your expression hesitant.
It would probably be like watching a foreign movie with no subtitles, but it seemed like a better idea than just locking yourself in your room and staring at the wall for hours.
Spinner blinked once, twice, a bunch of times, his eyebrows going higher and higher up his forehead with each passing second. He fumbled around in his seat, mouth opening and closing, before abruptly speaking in a high voice.
âSure! I mean itâs a room for everyone, right? Y-you donât need to ask me or anything. I can go if you-â
You giggled, making his eyes go even wider, âItâs fine. Iâm actually kinda curious about this whole âvideo gameâ thing.â
You stepped into the room. The couch was big enough for four people to sit side by side comfortably, and you sat down around the middle, a polite distance away from Spinner. He was tightly pressed against the armrest, his once crossed leg now stiffly placed in front of him. You settled down and grabbed a cushion, hugging it to your chest.
It took a few silent seconds, but Spinner eventually unpaused the game. You blinked, your eyes following the tiny man in the middle of the screen as he walked around some unknown city, a few other things popping up on the screen.
âWhatâs that?â You asked, pointing at one corner of the screen. Spinner followed your finger, looking both amazed and scared.
âMy money and health.â
âAnd that?â
âThe map. So I donât get lost, know where my missions are.â
âDo you have a mission right now?â
âNot right now. Itâs an open-world game and you can pretty much choose the pacing of the story and such andâŠâ He stopped himself, surely realizing that heâd already lost you. He cleared his throat and then, slowly, âWe can do whatever we want, basically.â
âAnything?â
âYeah.â
You looked at the screen, watching as the little avatar ran along the sidewalk, people and vehicles all around him. You eventually nodded towards the screen.
âCan you steal that car?â
âWhich one?â Spinner chuckled a little, raising a brow.
âThat red one, the one at the traffic light.â
Spinner nodded, his eyes far more serious than the situation called for. His avatar approached the vehicle and then opened the door, promptly throwing the driver out onto the street and easily taking the car. You laughed a little as Spinner drove away, curses from the carâs owner growing fainter as he made his escape.
âYou fiend,â you teased, earning a proper laugh out of the mutant. âThat was way too easy, though!â
âWell, then give me a challenge.â Spinner said, giving you a glance and a small smile.
âSteal a plane.â You said confidently, but Spinner scoffed.
âYouâre thinking too small.â He said, relaxing back into his seat. You realized for the first time that he had none of his usual gear on, only a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair pulled back in a very messy ponytail. You rarely saw him like this, chill and confident and secure and you found yourself really liking the way all of those things looked on the usually shy mutant.
You spent the next hour watching as Spinner attempted (and usually succeeded) whatever idiotic, ridiculous idea you could conjure up. You had him running from one side of the map to the other, stealing some things, blowing up a few others, spawning things in places where they didnât belong, and generally just causing absolute chaos wherever he went.
You laughed like an idiot as you watched him play, your dorky laugh making Spinner laugh in turn. You didnât know it, but every time you had a fit of laughter, his chest would swell with happiness and so he kept the antics coming one after the other, each stunt dumber and flashier than the last.
You were honestly enamored with just how many absurd things you could get away with in the game, and so your eyes stayed mostly on the screen. You pointed and things and made up dumb scenarios for Spinner to somehow accomplish, your smile only fading when you focused on trying to understand what he was doing at any given moment. Spinnerâs eyes though? He kept glancing your way, thankful that he was familiar enough with the game to be able to look at you for a second or two without dying.
He was currently driving, having just explained to you how cheat codes worked, an explanation that you listened to with rapt attention even if you didnât get all of the things he told you. He was excited and you were giddy with laughter and the both of you were honestly having a great time together. You settled back into the comfy couch with a dumb smile on your face, a small giggle escaping your lips.
Spinner paused the game, stretching his arms in a wide arch.
âIâm gonna go get some water, you want anything?â He asked you, already getting up from the couch.
âWater is fine,â You responded, smiling appreciatively up at him. He smiled back, suddenly unable to keep eye contact. He half-ran out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You still had the small, soft cushion in between your arms and you started running your fingers through its fluffy, black surface. This cushion had been brought home by Toga after one of her shopping sprees with Magne. It was soft and warm and you and Toga always fought over the damned thing on the rare occasions that you two watched movies together in the game room.
After a minute you stretched like a cat, groaning and readjusting your position on the couch to be more comfortable. Unknowingly, youâd scooted closer and closer to where Spinner had been sitting, and as soon as you noticed, you blushed, thankful that he wasnât in the room at the moment.
Suddenly very aware of your surroundings, a light sense of anxiety came over you and you grabbed the closest thing you had in an attempt to distract yourself. Sure enough, it was the game controller. It was still a little warm, something that made you blush a tad more, and you turned it in your hands to examine it.
Truly inexperienced when it came to these kinds of things, you watched the object in your hands as if it was an ancient artifact of unknown origin and purpose. The buttons were marked with symbols and there was a light shining in the middle. You gave one of the triggers a try, liking the small clicking that came from it, and then, feeling braver, you pressed one of the buttons at random.
The game immediately unpaused, the scene going right back to where Spinner had left it before he left. You cursed, eyes wide in panic, as you attempted to pause the game again. But you couldnât manage, and you were left with no other choiceâȘâŹó „ than to try and control the car in the game. It was just a game, there was no need to act as if the world was ending, but the car was in the middle of the highway and you honestly didnât want to look as useless as you felt in front of Spinner.
You guessed, correctly, that the little nub on the left of the controller steered the car, but you werenât able to figure out how to make the damn vehicle accelerate for the life of you. The car behind yours crashed into your car and you cursed louder, feeling like a total idiot. Then you pressed who knows what and the little man on the game got out of the car and you wanted to throw the controller at the screen. Well, you told yourself, at least you could easily figure out how to walk in the game. This wasnât that embarrassing a scene, in all honesty. Your confidence lasted all of three seconds before you were brutally reminded that the character had gotten off the car in the middle of a concurred highway, a semi plowing into the little avatar and sending his body flying through the air and into the other side of the road.
The image on the screen slowed and desaturated, the word âwastedâ flashing on the screen as, in the background, your character was run over by yet another car. The text was still on the screen when Spinner walked back through the door, his eyes immediately landing on your grand failure.
âWhat⊠happened?â He asked carefully, hyper-aware of your panicked expression. He placed two glasses of water down on the coffee table but didnât sit down just yet.
You pointed at the controller as if the thing had committed murder, your voice getting higher and louder by the word.
âI donât know! I pressed something and the game started and I couldnât pause it and then the little guy thought it was a great idea to walk into traffic and he died and-â
Spinner snorted. He couldnât help it, though he did have the decency to wave his hands in front of himself apologetically when you glared at him.
âDonât laugh at me! Iâve never played a game before!â
âYou never played one of these when you were a kid?â He asked, sitting on the armrest of the couch. He, too, had noticed how much closer to his spot you had gotten and he wasnât quite confident enough to just sit down by your side.
You paused for a moment, bitterly self-conscious despite not wanting to be. You tapped at the controller with a fingernail, suddenly much quieter than before.
âIâve⊠never played a video game before. Like, ever.â
Spinnerâs eyes widened a bit, but it was soon replaced by a frown at your change in mood.
âNothing?â
âWe were too poor to afford anything when I was little, and then my parents kicked me out and well⊠Iâve never really had the chance.â You admitted, your eyes low. You tried not to bring up much about your past with the rest of the League, in part because you were a bit ashamed and in part because you knew most of them had had way worse childhoods than you. You honestly just didnât like complaining, not now that you had so much to be thankful for. Those things were in the past, after all, and there was no point in being sad anymore, right?
You offered Spinner the controller once more, attempting to shake off your feelings to not ruin the mood. He took the controller from your hands but he didnât sit back down, instead walking over to the TV. He paused the game again and shut off the PlayStation. You immediately started telling him that it was okay, that you were sorry, but you shut up when he threw a different, much smaller controller at you. The screen was only dark for a few moments before a different console was turned on and Spinner took his seat by your side with only a light blush dusting the skin under his scales.
âLetâs try something we can both play, shall we?â He asked you, already pressing around at the blue controller in his hand.
âYou sure? You were having fun with the other game.â You pointed out, a weird feeling growing in your chest at the thought that youâd ruined Spinnerâs fun. He chuckled, swallowed, and then looked at you for the briefest of moments.
âWell, I mean, itâs a good game, but⊠I was having fun with you, not the game, in particular, so yeah...â The last words were said in an embarrassed mumble and the feeling in your chest fell down into your stomach, turning warm and fuzzy. You smiled widely, settling down on the couch and crossing your legs. Your knee was resting on Spinnerâs leg and, while you both noticed, neither of you said anything.
âWhatâs this one about?â
âYouâll see.â
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Shigaraki and Kurogiri warped back inside the bar, the young leader of the League of Villains wanting nothing more than to lock himself inside his room, play some games, and then fall asleep. He turned towards the stairs but was met with an⊠odd sight if you will. Toga and Magne were standing at the foot of the stairs, both of them giggling like little girls.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â He asked, frowning as both women shushed him without any regard for who he was. He cursed under his breath and approached them.
âWhat?â He said, not as loud as before, but the answer presented itself before either woman could say anything.
From some room upstairs, he heard a clear scream of joy, followed by voices and laughter. He narrowed his eyes, glancing over at the two blushing morons at his side.
âWe heard them when we got here ten minutes ago.â Toga giggled, her face more flushed than usual.
âSomeoneâs having a lot of fun up there~â Magne added, no attempt at hiding the implications of her words. Another high-pitched scream came from above and both women squealed.
Shigaraki moved a lot faster than he had in a while. He jumped the steps two at a time, following the loud noises of ecstasy and pointedly ignoring how Toga and Magne cursed him in your name, not quite managing to stop him. He flew down the hall like a demon out of hell, throwing open the door to the game room so hard that it bounced off the wall and left a small dent where the doorknob collided against the plaster. His red eyes were glowing with rage, his hands more than ready to turn whoever was fooling around in there into dust, but the scene that greeted him wasnât quite the one he expected.
You were jumping on the couch, your arms raised in victory and a Switch controller in your hand. Spinner was sitting next to you, laughing carelessly and looking at you as if you were pure sunshine. On the screen, Yoshi had just won his first star in Super Mario Party.
âDid you see that!?â You asked Spinner, laughing as the mutant nodded, âI just got a star!â
âWhat theâŠâ Shigaraki said, his stance deflating immediately. You turned towards him, a face-splitting grin adorning your face.
âOh! Hi, Shigaraki! Weâre playing Mario Party!â You pointed out, rather obviously. When Shigaraki didnât react, you shyly got off the couch, assuming that he was angry at your outburst of energy. Behind him, Toga and Magne peeked into the room and started giggling like idiots.
âYou wanna join? Weâre almost done with this round.â You offered hopefully, plopping back in your place right next to Spinner, adding an inch of air between you two now that there were other people in the room. Likewise, Spinner removed the arm heâd had on the back of the couch, one that had been rather close to wrapping around your shoulders more than once.
âI wanna play!â Toga said cheerfully, running past Shigaraki and landing on her favorite beanbag, though not before reclaiming her cushion from your hands.
âOh, me too! I wanna be Rosalina!â Magne said, choosing one of the reclining chairs near the back of the room, giving Toga a knowing look as they both left the couch only for you and Spinner.
âI call Princess Peach!â Toga added childishly, which made you laugh.
Shigaraki sighed like a man with no future, turned around, and promptly locked himself in his room for the remainder of the evening.
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Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,912 Words
Summary: The Todoroki family drama yet again.
Warnings: Cursing, Caps, Food Mention, Abuse Mention, Teen Pregnancy Mention, Arranged Marriage Mention, Forced Marriage Mention, Forced Pregnancy Mention, Blood Mention, Near Death Mention, Death Mention, Pregnancy Mention, Secret Pregnancy Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.
Usernames: Area 51 Â Aoyama: bonjour je suis Dora, Ashido: aggressive chicken dance, Asui: wut, Iida: Human Porche, Uraraka: Fuck Gravity, Ojiro: ceouolo, Kaminari: pikachoo, Kirishima: ordained, Koda: the muffin man?, Sato: dammit kevin, Shoji: pIaNoMaN, Jirou: neko neko kneecaps, Sero: wine and cheerios, Tokoyami: brb drowning, Todoroki: daddy issues, Hagakure: oreosandpussy, Bakugo: mother i crave violence, Midoriya: mistakes were made Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: its a mental breakdown, Yaoyorozu: single braincell
Usernames: Emo Sanctuary  Jirou: tell tale heart, Tokoyami: eldritch peep, Todoroki: i love you 3000, Bakugou: knife tag, Midoriya: bitchasaurus, Shinsou: unhappy meal, Kuroiro: meth and deadamine, Shigaraki: depresso extra shot, Dabi: *sad kazoo*
Usernames: I Hate This Family  Shigaraki: I'm A Duck Now, Dabi: Unidentified Flaming Object, Toga: Mothman's Descendant, Twice: Car's Extended Warrantee, Compress: Communist Propaganda, Magne: Sir This Is A Wendy's, Spinner: I Taste Like Chicken
Usernames: Endeavor Hate Chat  Fuyumi: coconut cake, Natsuo: lemon cake, Shoto: red velvet cake, Haruhi/Dabi/Touya: chocolate cake, Bakugou: carrot cake, Shinsou: strawberry cake
Into The Group Chat We Go: Chapter 5
12:35 PM
Area 51
daddy issues: He looks like my oldest brother, Touya. he disappeared after I was born. But he looks just like him from the picture albums, but, you know, taller...and happy?
mother i crave violence: Ask him.
daddy issues: He looks so happy with Shinsou. Maybe I should just leave it. He doesn't need to be burdened with the family he left behind.
mother i crave violence: I'll fight you. Get downstairs, we need to make lunch for ourselves anyway and I won't have you trying to cook in your room.
Aizawa: No fighting, you two. But no cooking in your room either, Todoroki, that's dangerous.
daddy issues: Fuck both of you. I just won't eat then.
Aizawa: I hate children.
daddy issues: And I hate you, so we're even.
Aizawa: You can't push away every father figure in your life, kid. It won't work on the stubborn ones like me.
daddy issues: If this is your way of saying you want to steal me from my father and keep me as your own son, I won't object.
Aizawa: Alright, that too. Now come eat. You don't even need to talk to him.
daddy issues: I hate this fucking family.
daddy issues: Fine.
12:45 PM
I Hate This Family
Unidentified Flaming Object: I think we miscalculated. Don't address it, this is my problem, @I'm A Duck Now.
Mothman's Descendant: What happened?
Unidentified Flaming Object: I forgot a family member of mine goes to UA and he might knows what I look like since I look like I used to before the accident and my family might still have some pictures of me around for him to recognize me.
Sir This Is A Wendy's: YOU'RE BLOWING OUR COVER!?
Unidentified Flaming Object: He doesn't know I became a villain. To him, I'm just a "sibling" he never met. Unfortunately, I'm actually his mother.
Communist Propaganda: Do you think he knows by now?
Car's Extended Warrantee: Oh shit, man. You gonna be okay over there?
Unidentified Flaming Object: He probably doesn't know. The old man never even told Fuyumi that I was Shoto's mother. He probably didn't even tell him he had a different legal name on his first birth certificate.
I'm A Duck Now: Maybe call him by the name you named him?
12:55 PM
Area 51
oreosandpussy: Haruhi asked if someone named Akimitsu wants any plum kitkats.
fuck gravity: Isn't that your favorite candy, Todoroki?
daddy issues is now offline
wut: I feel like that's a bad sign.
oreosandpussy: They both just stared at each other and left the room!
its a mental breakdown: sibling bond telepathy.
wine and cheerios: No because none of my siblings and I can do that. That's not fair.
ceouolo: you have siblings?
wine and cheerios: yeah, I have nine siblings, man.
ceouolo: Sero wins that bet. He has the most siblings. I thought Hagakure would win with five sisters.
oreosandpussy: We're getting away from the point here. Haruhi and Shoto just disappeared after Haruhi said the name of someone who isn't here.
fuck gravity: Todoroki is probably back-alley dealing him use of Endeavor's credit card for the kitkats knowing him.
2:25 PM
I Hate This Family
Unidentified Flaming Object: So I told my kid that I'm his mother. He took it better than I thought and he wants to call me Dad now and I think I'm going to cry tonight.
Mothman's Descendant: Good job, Touya!
2:25 PM
Area 51
daddy issues: I'd like to announce I have a shiny new father who doesn't come with abusive tendencies and is actually my biological parent.
its a mental breakdown: I'm so proud of you!
daddy issues: I just realized I got a two for one. I just got a real dad and an adopted brother all in one.
its a mental breakdown: still supportive but what? please explain.
daddy issues: Haruhi's legal name is Touya and he's my biological mother. Enji forced him into a very young arranged quirk marriage at 12 for more spawn to train because Rei became infertile after Natsuo due to the emergency hysterectomy they performed on her to save her life because she was hemorrhaging. I was the sole result of that marriage before Haruhi ran away but wasn't able to take me with him since Endeavor passed me off as his own child with Rei after paying the doctors that did her hysterectomy not to talk.
fuck gravity: Sho, Haruhi's a guy.
daddy issues: Yes, he's transgender. So he's my biological mother but he's my Dad.
oreosandpussy: Does this have something to do with the 'Akimitsu' thing?
daddy issues: Actually, my birth name was Akimitsu. He named me and Natsuo used to call me that when Enji wasn't home because he'd heard Haruhi call me that once before he ran away. Endewhore and Rei renamed me almost immediately on a second birth certificate they'd had made as if I was Rei's son.
mother i crave violence: Technically, you got two adopted brothers. Me and Shinsou.
daddy issues: And you two got another brother too.
aggressive chicken dance: dumbass trio.
mother i crave violence: I'm oldest, I automatically win.
its a mental breakdown: Ask Haruhi what kind of quirk your sperm donor had.
daddy issues: He says it was a mental block quirk. Oh my god, the dude had blue hair. Hitoshi, blue fucking hair with Haruhi's red hair.
its a mental breakdown: Are we sure he's not my real parent?
mother i crave violence: Toshi, your birthday is in July. He couldn't have had you five months after he had Shoto.
daddy issues: Well, actually, that's technically possible, in a longshot kind of way since he was about seven months when he had me.
its a mental breakdown: Regardless, I say we claim we're triplets and Haruhi had the two of us after he ran away.
daddy issues: He says that's a funny idea and he's absolutely going with it.
daddy issues: I'm also adding all three of you to our family's group chat once I can go Endeavor's home and grab my legal documents and the rest of my things tonight. So that'll be fun.
Aizawa: I and Present Mic will go with you.
pikachoo has changed Aizawa's name to Mom
pikachoo: Because you're basically our mom.
Mom: You may live because I'm busy.
8:00 PM
Endeavor Hate Chat
red velvet cake: I'm heading home tonight to grab things with my two friends, two teachers, and someone else. Is Enji there?
coconut cake: No, he's out patrolling and all.
red velvet cake: Good. Would you like to help me move all my stuff out, including my legal documents?
coconut cake: Wait, what!? Why!?
red velvet cake: I would like you to remain calm, alright? Enji isn't my father and you aren't my sister, nor Natsuo my brother. I'm not the child of Todoroki Enji and Himura Rei.
coconut cake: Shoto, I know you hate being part of the family but you can't disown us! I love you! I'll change, I promise! I'll finally cut Enji off, just please keep me in your life!
red velvet cake: That's not it, Fuyumi. I'm saying these things because Rei is not my mother, she's my grandmother. Enji is my grandfather, You and Natsuo are my aunt and uncle. I know about Touya now and I know what happened now.
lemon cake: Akimitsu?
red velvet cake: Yes, I know about the Akimitsu situation. Probably more than you do, actually.
lemon cake: What else is there?
red velvet cake: One minute. Let me just.
red velvet cake has added Haruhi, Hitoshi, and Katsuki to Endeavor Hate Chat
coconut cake: Who are they?
red velvet cake: Hitoshi and Katsuki are my brothers. Haruhi is my Dad. You two probably know him better by the name Touya.
lemon cake: You're fucking with me. Stop it, Shoto.
coconut cake: Shoto, this prank or whatever isn't funny!
red velvet has started a video chat
Dad, say hi to Fuyumi and Natsuo. -red velvet cake
Hey, there guys. Long time no see? -Haruhi
Oh my god, you're really here. I thought you were dead, Touya. Can I still call you that? -lemon cake
I go by either Touya or Haruhi, I don't mind which. -Haruhi
We're visiting the house with my teachers, Eraserhead and Present Mic, to move the rest of my things out of Enji's home and into my dorm room. -red velvet cake
That sounds like a plan. I'll be over in about ten minutes to help them, Fuyu. -lemon cake
Oh yeah, and what are you guy's favorite cake flavors? Which one do you like the most? -coconut cake
Chocolate. -Haruhi
Carrot. -Katsuki
Ew, Kats. Strawberry. -Hitoshi
Yours are both gross. But I'll bear it because you're my sons. -Haruhi
Oh my god. -red velvet cake
red velvet cake has ended the video chat
coconut cake has changed Haruhi's name to chocolate cake
coconut cake has changed Katsuki's name to carrot cake
coconut cake has changed Hitoshi's name to strawberry cake
10:50 PM
Area 51
daddy issues: I am now 100% moved out of Endeavor's house and I found my original birth certificate listing my birth parents.
daddy issues: I also found some hidden documents and medical records. Turns out me and Shinsou really are brothers and Haruhi had no fucking idea because he didn't even know he was still pregnant when he had him.
brb drowning: What the fuck?
neko neko kneecaps: How would he not know!?
daddy issues: He went to the hospital and the doctors took Hitoshi away from Haruhi because they found out he was a homeless kid so they sedated him, must have cut Toshi out, and left Toshi on an orphanage's doorstep.
daddy issues: But they tested Hito and still sent Enji his birth certificate, so I don't know why they lied to Dad.
its a mental breakdown: So I guess you could say I was a secret during the pregnancy even from my own mother?
fuck gravity: But he had you in January, Shoto? And then he had Shinsou in July five months later?
Human Porche: Hold on, Shinsou is 14 by that math.
its a mental breakdown: Actually, the nuns who raised me lied about my birthday to only me so I've been mistakenly putting my birthday down as July 1st on school forms for the last ten years. They did it just so I wouldn't find my mother. Which, again, doesn't make sense. Maybe someone wrote it wrong? But I was actually born on January 12th. Technically me and Sho are fraternal twins with different birthdays.
mother i crave violence: So I'm Haruhi's only not biological son.
is a mental breakdown: We love you, Katsuki.
daddy issues: We love you, Kats.
neko neko kneecaps: They're twins, your honor.
pikachoo: You two are cute being twins.
mother i crave violence: This is creepy. The twins are creepy.
mistakes were made: Next we'll find out Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are twins or something.
ordained: We are. Mom got me, Dad got him. Our Mom has Diamond Skin and Dad has Dermal Armor. We're twins, I'm about an hour older than him and our parents separated and remarried before our quirks even came in.
mistakes were made: Oh my god.
daddy issues: I'm adding that to my conspiracy board and nobody will stop me or they will get pinned to the conspiracy board.
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Crushing On An Ex-Yakuza Member
A/N: This ranges more on them realizing that Reader and Overhaul had a past and dealing with it afterwards. Still hope you liked it tho!!Â
Shigaraki Tomura:
Tomura is absolutely infatuated with you. He found you annoying at first if he were to be honest but then the more time he spent talking to you he grew fond of you. You listened to him rant, accompanied him to meetings and he doesnât know. It all just sort of happened. You sat next to him and gave him a smile and he could feel his heart pound against him and his face redden when you offered him a snack. You were cute. And you liked spending time with him- you had said so yourself.
Heâs enraged when he finds out that you and Overhaul had a thing- that you two were close- much closer than he could have ever hoped to be with you. But you two arenât a couple now. Now, you glare at Overhaul and your nails are digging into your palms and you chose to side with the League. You hide behind Tomura and take steps closer to him. He takes this as a win.Â
Too many things happen at once and you find yourself unable to breathe. Youâre hidden away, and itâs like you can feel his touch on you. It makes you want to peel your skin off- to finally feel clean. Your vision blurs and you dig your nails into the side of your arm, the scratching somewhat grounding you. You blink back the tears, wishing away the pain in the process and when you open your eyes- youâre suddenly staring at red sneakers.Â
You look up at Tomura but you canât meet his eyes, instead choosing to stare at the scar that decorates his lip. He sighs and takes a seat next to you, pale blue hair falling on his shoulders and across his face. Itâs silent for a minute, three of his fingers drumming on the table while you try to discreetly wipe the tears away.Â
âHow high ranking were you in the yakuza?â Ah, always so quick to get to the point. âWhat happened?â You furrow your brows and he rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. âHow long did you two date?â He meets your eyes and for a brief second you think you see jealousy flash.
âWe knew each other for a long time and I have a long past with them,â you sigh and run a hand through your hair, looking down at the table thatâs stained with water rings. âSo I guess I was pretty high up but security and protocols might have changed since Iâve left so I doubt I have any- uh, you know, special access.â His eyes widen a fraction and he gives you a look to continue. You dip your head down and slump your shoulders. âWe dated for-â you narrow your eyes, âit really isnât important. But we broke up and had a big fight so any bridges left were burned that night.â You can feel your skin crawl. âThe only help I can be is telling you the quirks and what could possibly take them down but even then I canât say for certain. We were all high ranking, but even we didnât share our weaknesses with each other.â
âBut he knows yours.â It isnât a question, itâs a statement. You nod slowly. âThis puts us at a disadvantage, you know.â You feel like youâre being chastised by a teacher and you feel your cheeks burn. âBut itâll work out.â
You perk up and look at him. âLook itâs not that i donât trust you but this is the yakuza. They have the financial means and the men and not to put the League down but we-â he holds a hand up and you stop talking.
âWe have you. Youâre the closest thing we have as an advantage over them. You-â his lip curls in disgust- âdated him. You have to know something. The way he lies, mannerisms, anything. You have value- youâre important.â His voice is tight and he looks away. His hair parts and you can see red paint the tips of his ears.Â
You blink owlishly at him. Your chuckle starts off light, until it turns to a laugh where you clutch your stomach and your cheeks hurt from smiling. âAm I now?â You ask, through giggles, while he stares at you with a tight expression. âYou know, of all the things Iâve been told- Iâve never been told that I was important.â Your laughter fades away, and you smile brightly at him. âThanks Tomura. Youâre important too.â
âYeah, whatever,â he grumbles and the corner of his lip twitches and he bites it down. He gives you another glane and desperately wishes that he had Father on him. âWipe the grin off.â He scratches his neck and sighs. âI want to have a meeting with him.â Your mouth pulls into a line. âIâll be there and so will you. Like I said, youâre valuable.â
âI thought you said important?â
âShut up.â He shakes his head, his tone is playful and a smile plays on his lips. âWeâre gonna take him down a peg. I promise.â
Dabi:
Dabi rather not show feelings. He likes to maintain the persona that heâs this cool guy whoâs only ever doing something because he wants to- not because he cares; not because he was once a child who saw the corruption in hero society.Â
He acts cocky around you, making sure his flames burn bright and reach the sun itself. He flashes you a smirk when you stare in awe, a glint in his eye when he watches you fight- when he watches you do just about anything. You care for him, making sure he doesnât bleed from his scarring, mumbling words of comfort and apologises when you snap a staple back in place. He can see tears brim in your eyes and he hates himself for caring.
He does what he does best- he acts detached. He narrows his eyes and curls his lips, heâs not interested in whatever relationship you had with him. He doesnât care if you cried your eyes out after the break up or if you chose to rebound. He doesnât care so quit looking at him and trying to get him alone. He isnât a rebound. Just stop shaking when Overhaul takes a step closer with his hand outreached, telling you to join him again and that everything will be all right- all will be forgiven. But you shake your head and you look a bit pale with eyes focused on his hand.
He seeks you out after any mention of Overhaul. Watches you stiffen and eyes that flicker to the empty spot that Magne once sat in- the void all too consuming and empty all at once. He finds you alone, knees pressed against your chest and tears catch on your eyelashes and you look up at him without embarrassment, just this type of sadness that makes his chest hurt and makes it feel as if heâs intruding on something intimate.
He sits next to you, groaning and sticking a leg out and a knee bent. âBad break up?â Blue eyes flicker towards you and you look so small, so vulnerable and he has an urge to wrap you in his arms. But he rolls his neck and huffs. âYouâll-â
âHe tried using his quirk on me.â His eyes snap open. âHe missed- obviously- but he did,â you sound so delicate, as if he were to speak, the air that he breathed out would shatter you. âI just- I thought I had gotten over it. Gotten over that- that,â your voice breaks and you slap your hands over your mouth.
Youâre different from him. So open with emotions- so easy to read and ready to give your heart out. Heâs cold and puts this facade that he doesnât care, that he has a million other things to do and this is to just pass the time. But you sit there, sobs breaking from behind your hands and you cry.Â
He sighs and throws an arm over you, pulling you close to him and his mouth pulls into a thin line when you bury yourself into him, grasping at his shirt in fistfuls while you shake. âYou could do way better anyways.â He risks taking a glance and he can feel his face burn. âHeâs a total prick.â
That gets a laugh to bubble out and break your cries. It makes his chest swell with pride. âYeah, he is,â you sniffle and pull away from him. He already misses your touch even if your hands are still holding onto his shirt. âDude goes on and on about quirks and he has one and even uses it,â you chuckle and itâs light and short, âyouâd think heâd be the first one in line to get rid of his.â
You lean against him and you whisper how heâs warm, your hand resting on your thigh and heâs giving you a questioning look but you miss it, eyes closed and breathing slowing down.Â
âIâm not your mattress, you know.â His voice is steady, quiet and barely above a whisper, and it breaks the silence that was growing.Â
You hum and your hand reaches over. âHumor me this once Dabi,â you whisper, holding Dabiâs hand in yours, smiling when he scoffs in response but makes no motion to move.
Twice:
You treat him like a person- youâre soft around him, nudging him with lame attempts at jokes and you take care of him when he spirals. He was going to develop feelings- he just didnât think the feelings to be so much. So overwhelming. Everything about you was something he hadnât felt in so long and when you give it to him, he wants more- he canât stop wanting more and seeking you out.
Figuring out that you dated Overhaul is a kick in the groin for him. It makes him sick, unable to think properly and your touch burns him. Were you using him? No, that doesnât make any sense. Yes it does. No- it doesnât. Youâre too nice to be doing that. Learned all types of stuff about him and even showed him the one flaw that you have- a direct way to take you out. You wouldnât have done that if you were using him. You did that because you trusted him.
Heâs breaking silently, he can feel the stitches that hold him together by literal threads rip and fall away. Heâs spiraling and he doesnât know how to come back from this type of hurt. He canât bring himself to open his mouth and make a sound- a cry for help, of pain- anything. Heâs clutching his head so hard he's partially afraid hes going to crush it in his grip and he just wants this to end.Â
Why you? Why? Youâre hurting him- youâre the one making him suffer. But then why does he want you to be here? Why does he need you right now? Why is his hand reaching towards the door? Why are you standing there with a terrified look in your eyes? Why are you holding him and telling him to focus on your voice?
âItâs okay Jin, itâs okay. Youâre here. Youâre whole. Youâre okay.â You keep repeating the words, your lips brushing against his ear. The words spill out of your mouth, a prayer told and whispered to him and only him.Â
You pull him out of this spiral and when he angles his head until itâs pressed against the crook of your neck, he can feel the rhythmic beating in your neck, how youâre still alive and whole. Youâre holding him right now, the door closed and right now, itâs only you two, and he moves his hands. His eyes widen when theyâre clenching your shirt, the fabric is cheap and tears in his hands.Â
âSorry about your shirt,â he mumbles, lips wet as they brush against your skin. He can feel goosebumps raise in response. âIâll uh- Iâll get you a new one," his tone changes slightly but it still sounds tired. âMaybe.
âDonât worry about it,â you mumble. âIt was old anyways.â Your hands are scratching his back, dull nails that make light tremors resonate in his body. âAre you feeling better? The floor canât be comfortable.â You nuzzle into him and your hands slide from his back to his sides. âCome Jin, letâs get you to bed.â
Heâs curled in bed, a hand rubbing constant, never ending circles on his back and heâs pressed against your chest, his hand pressing against your back. He feels safe. Right now, heâs here, heâs okay and safe in your arms. He thinks that he can fall asleep here but he doesnât want to miss a moment when youâre here, when youâre telling him the softest things and kissing the tip of his scar.Â
âDo you miss him?â He regrets the question when it leaves his mouth and wants to bite his tongue off when he feels you tense, your hands stopping for a second before resuming their motions.
âNo. Iâm happy I ended it with him. He wasnât great, you know. A real jackass.â You kiss his scar and he melts further into your touch. âHe wasnât all that fun or nice like you.â Your words are tight and your leg shifts to go in between his. âYouâre a lot better, you know?â He nods numbly and holds you tight in response.
He sleeps in your arms. His heart beats slow and steady and the tears have dried and every pain that he felt has melted away, washed away by your delicate touch. He wakes up and he allows himself to bask in your presence, to feign sleep until you awake.
Mr. Compress:
Atsuhiro is absolutely smitten with you. Youâre talented, stunning, and not to mention you have an extensive knowledge on the underground workings and their part of society? Heâs practically glued to your side when you two are in the same room together. But then you two meet Overhaul and he loses his arm and Magne. And then Overhaul talks directly to you and his words are laced with disgust and by the words he chooses, Compress is sure that something went on with the two of you.
Learning that you had dated the same man who not only destroyed his arm but also murdered Magne messes him a bit. His demeanor around you changes a bit. Heâs still eager around you but it comes off a bit forced or not as eager as it once was. Heâs not one to be overly paranoid but he is around you. When you came over and talked to him- when you laughed at his jokes- when he tried to make a barrier between you and Overhaul even as his arm was gushing blood and his vision was growing darker- did it all mean nothing? Was it a ruse that you put on?
Youâre the one to find him first- to nervously tap your foot and take a seat beside him. Heâs changed- that much you can realize. His arm is missing so you canât really fault him for that. Plus, Magne is gone and she was the big sister of the group- protective, caring and sheâs gone too.Â
âHowâs your- you know?â You gesture to his arm, unable to properly say the word and you kick yourself for it. Your-â
âHurts.â His chocolate eyes meet yours. âItâs like I can still feel it sometimes.â He tilts his head back and closes his eyes.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mutter, looking away. âI- I didnât know that you were inviting Overhaul. If I-â
âYou two dated?â Heâs looking at you directly and you can only nod your head and fiddle with the drawstrings from your hoodie. âWhy did-â
You shrug. âHe was cute. We were all close. He wasnât so bad until his ideals started to get all gross,â you shake your head and sigh, âI wanted quirks to be free, you know use your quirks as long as you arenât killing anybody but he wants quirks to be eradicated. Funny, right? The guy who shits on quirks has one?â You laugh bitterly. âHeâs- When we broke up- I uh, I called it off by the way- he got so angry,â you swallow thickly, âhe tried it, you know? Using his quirk on me. But Iâm faster than him so he missed. Barely.â
He looks at you and his eyes are wide. His mouth is agape and he looks you over. âHe-â you nod. âIâm sorry.â
âYou have no reason to be. I just thought Iâd share. Bonding or whatever,â you flash him a hesitant smile. âI donât like how distant youâve been and I thought this little piece of information would help smooth it over.â
He can feel his cheeks burn. You could tell that he was being distant. And you disliked that. You came over and told him something very personal and all he can do is look down at his lap. Heâs sitting here like an absolute fool- think! Just say something!
âAtsuhiro?â He perks up and looks at you. âIâll see you around, hm?â He nods mutely. Your smile is gentle and as you rise. You turn away to leave but pause mid way. You look at him and clear your throat. You bend over and peck his cheek. âGood night.âÂ
Once heâs sure youâre gone, he buries his face in his hands, and heâs giddy. A wide grin breaks out and his heart beats erratically in his chest. You kissed him.
#shigaraki tomura#dabi#mr compress#bnha twice#shigaraki tomura x reader#dabi x reader#mr compress x reader#twice x reader#sako atsuhiro x reader#jin bubaigawara x reader#no love for spinner huh#rip the scaley boi#where all the scalies slash furries at#i hope you liked these!!#this was my first time writing for twice#its hard to get his character down properly
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