#yes I thought about talking about Magne too

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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

“No.”

“Yes,” you say. You look sort of embarrassed. “Eight times.”

“No way.” Tomura studies you across the table. His eyes feel blurry with exhaustion and alcohol, but he’d prop his eyelids open with toothpicks before he’d let you think he was falling asleep. “I don’t buy it. Two, maybe. Not eight.”

“Why would I lie about this?” You take a sip of a drink. It might be yours, or it might be Tomura’s. There are so many mostly-empty glasses on the table between the two of you that Tomura’s forgotten which ones he ordered. “If anything, I’d lie the other way. Being stood up for eight first dates isn’t exactly a good sign.”

Tomura finds another drink, finishes it, and gives his verdict. “It’s a sign you met eight stupid guys.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” you say. “If it was one person, or two – but eight? At that point it’s more likely that I’m the problem.”

Tomura doesn’t think so. Tomura’s 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 there’s 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 he’s not naïve. He keeps checking in with himself, trying to make sure his interest in you isn’t just because you’re a woman who’s talked to him for longer than five minutes without looking at your phone. He hasn’t seen you take your phone out except once, and that was to put it on silent. Which was – hot isn’t right, but Tomura doesn’t really have a better word, except nice, which isn’t right, either. It’s not just because you’re 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 don’t try to pretend to be something you’re not. When Tomura started talking about video games, you didn’t act like you knew something about them – just like he didn’t pretend he knew something when you started talking about horror movies or novels or manga. You’re funny, but not on purpose. Or at least that’s what Tomura thought, until he glanced at your face after you’d said something that made him laugh and realized that it was what you’d been hoping to do.

“Sorry,” you say, and Tomura snaps out of it. “Talking about past dates on a first date is kind of a red flag, isn’t it?”

“I asked,” Tomura says, wondering if you called this a first date because you’re hoping for a second one. You shrug. “If you’ve met that many shitty guys, how come you agreed to this? What did Magne tell you about me?”

“What did she tell me.” You finish one of the drinks and grimace slightly. “Um, she said you were my age.”

“Okay.”

“She said you have a job,” you continue, “and friends.”

“Yeah,” Tomura agrees. “We have an apartment. We were friends before we had the apartment. It’s not just because we have an apartment.”

“Magne said you’ve all known each other forever,” you say. You smile slightly. “It sounds nice.”

It’s a good thing Tomura’s known them forever. He hasn’t had a lot of luck making friends as an adult. The closest he’s come to making a friend as an adult is probably Dabi’s stupid fiancé, and that’s only because he never leaves. Toga keeps saying that she thinks he’ll 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 he’s ever seen. “You’re all boys,” she said. “You’re gross.”

Maybe that’s true. Tomura’s never been in a woman’s apartment, so he doesn’t really have a way to confirm. How gross could it be, really? He should probably ask Toga for specifics. “Did Magne say anything else?”

“She said online dating and the apps weren’t really working for you,” you say. “You do better in person. I don’t know what you’re like online, but – I feel like she was probably right.”

Tomura’s face flushes. He finishes another drink to cover it up. “Your turn,” you say. “What did Magne tell you about me?”

“Uh,” Tomura starts. He finds another drink, but can’t quite stomach finishing it just yet. He’s already about to screw this up, and it’s going to be worse if he throws up on you afterwards. “Not much. Just that you were a girl and you were my age and that you agreed to it.”

You laugh at that. “That’s the important stuff,” you say. “She did a good job managing your expectations.”

“No,” Tomura says. You blink. “She should have told me more.”

“She doesn’t really know more,” you say. “I only see her at work. She got my number so I could tell her when I’m on shift and my boss is off.”

“What’s your boss’s deal, anyway?” Tomura asks. “Just an all-purpose asshole, or –”

“He’s not great to us. The employees, I mean.” You don’t like talking about this. Tomura can tell. “But he makes things really hard on customers who have certain prescriptions. HRT and stuff like that. He doesn’t do anything they can report him for, but he makes it so miserable for them that they don’t want to come in to pick their meds up.”

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 can’t be there every second. “A few people have my number,” you continue. “I give them a heads-up when their prescriptions are in and he’s out.”

“Why didn’t she tell me that?”

“She did,” you say. Tomura meant before, and says so. “Maybe she thought you’d think I was too nice.”

Tomura snorts. “That guy who tried to cut us in line didn’t think you were too nice.”

If he’d been by himself, Tomura would have let it slide just because he doesn’t care enough, but you blocked the guy’s way with your arms crossed, and when he told you to move, you stared at him until he backed off. “Okay, so not too nice,” you say. You pick up another glass, see it’s empty, and wince. “But if she’d told you more about me, you’d have found a reason not to show up.”

“If she’d told you more about me, you’d have said no.” Tomura feels pretty confident in that, and more so with however many drinks under his belt. “She told you I was bad at app dating.”

“Lots of people are.”

“So bad at it that I’ve never been on a date.” 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. “Beat that.”

It’s 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 hasn’t been emptied yet. “I don’t know,” you say. “I think being stood up eight times is worse.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“My record is terrible,” you say. You find one more glass and drain it. “Your record, on the other hand – you’re one for one. I’d say that’s pretty good.”

“One for one on what?” Tomura asks.

“Dates,” you say. “This one’s going well.”

“Yeah?” Tomura’s mouth goes dry. He looks around for a glass with something in it, so that he’ll 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. “You think it’s going well?”

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. “I mean,” you start, “we met up at five-forty-five, and it’s almost last call. Maybe it’s just me, but I wouldn’t spend eight hours hanging out with somebody if it wasn’t going well.”

“Last call?” Tomura says, like a dumbass, only for the bartender to shout it out to the room at large a few seconds later. “Eight hours? Really?”

You nod. “So either it’s going well,” you say, “or you just didn’t have anything better to do.”

If Tomura doesn’t want to be somewhere, he goes home even if there’s nothing better to do. He’d 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.

“It’s going well,” he says, and you look relieved. Not happy, just relieved. That’s – not good. “They’re kicking us out now.”

“Yeah.” You get to your feet and stagger a little bit. You probably drank at least as much as Tomura did, but you’re shorter than him, and you’re a woman. Are you okay? “I’m going to go pay. We should figure out rides home. The trains don’t run this late.”

Tomura fucked up somehow. He can’t figure out how, but he’s pretty sure he did. But you’re still about to get kicked out, and somebody has to pay the tab – and somebody has to figure out how you two are getting home. He gets to his feet, too. “I’ll get it. It can’t be that much.”

You look back at all the glasses on the table. “I think it’s going to be a lot. We’ll split.”

Even with the split, it’s more than Tomura’s spent on a night out, ever – and the longer he spends upright, the clearer it is that he’s trashed. You’re trashed, too. Maybe less than he is, because you’re still trying to work out how to get home. “It’ll be cheaper if we split a rideshare,” you say, and hold out your phone. “Put in your address.”

Tomura forgets his own address for a second. Then he types it in, and you take your phone back. “Okay. It’ll drop you off first, then me. Let’s go.”

Tomura follows you out, only weaving a little bit, and then the two of you are on the sidewalk again. The air’s still warm and humid, but at least there’s 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 don’t, so Tomura goes for yours instead, and you look up at him. “Tomura?”

“It’s going well,” Tomura says. Your eyes slide away from his, and he asks a question that’s been on his mind since an hour or so in. “Want to do it again?”

“Stay out until two am on a work night and blow five times my hourly rate on drinks?” You shake your head. “Go on another date? Yeah.”

Tomura hears all of that in the right order, except the thing in the middle that he actually asked about. “It’s a work night?”

“For you, too. You said earlier.” Your hand moves in Tomura’s, unfolding your fingers to lace them together with his. “We should have called it quits four hours ago.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to.” Tomura shouldn’t have had this much to drink. He’s saying stuff he probably shouldn’t. Or should he? He doesn’t see the point in lying about shit on a regular basis. Why start now? “I still don’t.”

Next to Tomura, you take a deep breath, then let it go. “Okay. Give me your phone.”

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 – your first name, plus the words “blind date”, like Tomura’s 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 don’t. “I need your phone. You need my number.”

“If you text me, then I’ll have it,” you say. “If you don’t, I won’t need it.”

Tomura feels weird about that. “Is this some kind of test?”

“I’ve gotten stood up eight times. I’m done chasing after people who don’t want me.” You loosen your grip on Tomura’s hand, like you’re giving him the chance to let go. “I ran sixteen blocks to meet you. You can send me a text.”

Tomura can see where you’re 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. “Sorry –”

“It’s fine.” You shift around in your seat until Tomura’s cheek is resting on your shoulder. You’re still holding his hand. “I don’t mind.”

Tomura doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but the next thing he knows, the rideshare’s coming to a stop outside his apartment building and you’re shaking him awake with the hand that was holding his. “We’re here,” you say. “It was nice to meet you, okay? I had a really good night.”

Tomura nods. His mouth tastes like something died in it, and his mind feels foggy, but not so foggy that he can’t figure out how he wants to say goodbye. Maybe you know. “What do we do?”

“How about a hug?”

Sounds good. Tomura’s mouth tastes too bad for kissing, anyway, and his lips are gross enough to make you wish you’d never met him. He reaches out and drags you awkwardly across the backseat and into his arms, and you – fit. Tomura normally hates touching people, and he hates it even more when he’s 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. He’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

“Hey,” the driver says from the front seat. “Are you staying or going?”

“Are you in a big hurry or something?” 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 he’s 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. He’ll get inside the stupid building and get to his room, and then he can text you. It’s 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 weren’t 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 there’s at least one person who’s 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 everybody’s usually in their rooms, even if they’re awake. He’s not going to bother anybody as long as he’s quiet.

Or at least that’s what Tomura thinks. He’s 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 they’re waiting for something. It occurs to Tomura with slowly dawning horror that they’re waiting for him.

He makes the first move out of shock more than anything else. “What the fuck?”

“We decided to wait up for you. Since it’s baby’s first date and all,” Dabi says with a smirk. His stupid fiancé is here, too, perched on the arm of the chair Dabi’s in. “So how’d it go?”

Tomura doesn’t want to talk about this when he’s drunk. He wouldn’t want to talk to Dabi about it stone sober. He shakes his head. “Come on,” Twice announces from where he’s sprawled out on the rug next to Toga. “Nobody comes back from a date at three in the morning and gets to shake his head about it. Spill. No, don’t spill! I don’t want any nasty details.”

“I want all the nasty details,” Magne says. “What happened?”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t quiz him,” Sako says from the other chair. “Shigaraki will tell us what he wants to, when he wants to.”

Sako is officially the only person Tomura’s not pissed at right now. “No, he has to tell us now,” Toga says. “We’ve all been working on this for a month. We have to hear how it went!”

“Give us at least a few details,” Dabi’s idiot fiancé says. “We need something to base our wild speculations on.”

“You don’t live here,” Tomura says. Dabi glares at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Wait, it was bad?” Spinner runs the opposite way with it. “Why didn’t you just come back? Or you could have called us – we’d come drink with you –”

“It wasn’t bad,” Tomura snaps. “I got her number.”

He was hoping that would shut everybody up. Instead they all trade glances. “That’s it?” Dabi asks, incredulous. “You get back an hour after last call and all you got was her number?”

That’s not all Tomura got. “She said we should go out again. And we held hands.”

“Are you thirteen or something? That’s so lame,” Dabi’s idiot fiancé says. “Was she like, not –”

“She’s not that kind of girl,” Magne says. She reaches over from the couch to punch Dabi in the arm, even though it was the goddamn fiancé who said it. “You think I’d set Shigaraki up with that kind of girl?”

“Yeah, because that’s the kind of girl he’ll be dealing with in Vegas. Did you time-warp back to the fifties when I wasn’t looking?” Dabi grimaces. “You’re supposed to be upping your game. This is a setback.”

Tomura finally gets his feet under him. “No, it isn’t,” he says. “I had fun.”

He feels weird saying it, even though it’s true. He had fun walking around with you trying to find a bar you both wouldn’t 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 didn’t notice you trying to make him laugh until it already happened. He liked holding your hand.

Tomura had fun on his date, end sentence. “You guys are assholes. I’m going to bed.”

“We’re not assholes! We want to help,” Twice protests. “You don’t need our help! You’re doing fine.”

“Yeah, I’m with Twice,” Spinner says. Twice starts arguing with him, but Spinner ignores it. “It’s a win if you say it’s a win. Hanging out with somebody who’s not us for that long is definitely a win.”

“It’s not a game,” Toga says. She rolls over on her back and stares up at Tomura. “Are you going to text her?”

Right. Tomura was going to do that. He fumbles his phone out of his pocket. “No,” Dabi and his fucking fiancé say at the same time. Dabi keeps talking. “It hasn’t even been an hour. Are you trying to look desperate?”

“I texted Ochako while I was on the train home from our first date,” Toga says. Toga’s the only one other than Dabi who’s in an actual relationship, rather than a bunch of situationships, friends-with-benefits things, and hookups they block the next day. “I wasn’t desperate.”

“You’re the most desperate person I’ve ever met. But you’re a girl, so it’s cute on you,” Magne says. “It’s not cute on guys. It’s weird.”

“I don’t think it is,” Spinner says. Tomura adds Spinner and Toga to the list of people he doesn’t hate right now. “Sending a dick pic or begging for nudes would be desperate. Just saying something is – nice. I’ve never had a date text me the same night before. I wouldn’t mind.”

“In that case, your date would be a girl,” Magne points out. “Cute when girls do it. Weird when guys do. I’d know.”

Tomura lost the plot a few sentences back. “I wasn’t going to send a dick pic. I don’t even have a dick pic.”

Dabi’s fiancé wheezes. “What?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Toga pops up off the floor. “Tomura-kun has work tomorrow and so do I – and so does Spinner – so we’re all going to go to bed.”

“We are?” Spinner asks, then yelps as Toga yanks him off the couch. “Hey!”

“That’s right,” Toga sings out. She grabs Tomura’s 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. It’s all he can do to keep ahold of his phone.

Toga’s bedroom, Spinner’s, and Tomura’s are all along the same hallway, sharing the same bathroom. Once they’re in the hallway, Tomura plants his feet. “Why are you kidnapping me?”

“We’re not kidnapping you. Your room is right there.” Toga points, like there was any way Tomura was going to forget. He’s drunk, but not that drunk. “They were being mean. I’m happy for you. So is Spinner. Right, Spinner?”

“Like I said. A win’s a win.”

“It’s not a game.” Toga elbows him. Then she looks at Tomura. “They’re making it sound complicated and it’s not. If you like her, text her. If you don’t, don’t. Easy. Now go to bed.”

It’s not a puzzle game. It’s a yes or no question. Tomura likes that a lot better than whatever the hell the others wanted him to do. Still – “Do I need a dick pic?”

It’s quiet for at least a minute. “You know what,” Spinner says finally, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I’m with Toga. Go to bed before you get yourself in trouble.”

Tomura’s tempted to tell them both that he’s doing it because he wants to, not because they’re 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 – which he didn’t make this morning, because he’s just going to get back in it later – 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 wasn’t still drunk. And none of which you need to know about. You also don’t need to know about the ambush his friends set up for him when he got home. Or the fact that Tomura’s 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 that’s not why Tomura’s texting you. this is tomura. i want a second date. That gets the point across for sure. If you texted Tomura that he’d count it as a win, so he sends it. But Toga said it’s 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 haven’t texted back yet, but it’s only been fifteen minutes since he sent the message, and you’re 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 you’d say something funny, too. Tomura doesn’t 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 Spinner’s alarm doing the same thing from across the hall. Tomura’s 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 – Tomura looks at the time and groans – four hours. So who –

Tomura unlocks his phone at warp speed and taps the message icon. He remembers texting you last night, but he didn’t remember how stupid he sounded. Sorry he fell asleep on you? You’re 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. it’s okay. next time it’s my turn.

Tomura’s lips split as an uncontrollable grin crosses his face. He got four hours of sleep. He’s 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 he’s handling this all wrong. But Tomura must not be handling it all that badly, because he’s got a second date, and for a few seconds, the hangover and work and everything else doesn’t matter at all.

[xinmin-exe]

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Shigaraki with Rich!Reader

Shigaraki and the League would be incredible suspicious at first

They expected you to be some rich kid who’s “rebelling from their daddy” (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 didn’t know the first thing about fighting or stealth. “My father always paid bodyguards to protect me” Frankly, Shigaraki was ready to kick you out from day 1.

But when you came back with information about the Hero Commission’s 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 weren’t 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 “the good old school girl crush” 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, don’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“My father had millions upon millions of yen, he’s not gonna notice if a few million go missing”

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 wasn’t on a mission, they could be found in the building you bought

They even named the building “Y/N’s Mansion” (spinner came up with the name)

The Relationship

Tomura’s 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

[yourweeklydoseofanxiety]

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.

[asmolfolk]

Hi, love ❤

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 😏 to others (but, mostly to angel dust) . With Smut thing please🙏🥺, I ' m begging you 😭😭😭

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.

[yourlocalmerchgirl]

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: I’m so nervous to start posting this story but I’m 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. It’s takes them a moment to adjust to the light, realizing you’d 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 “do you want coffee?”

“Yes please!”

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.

“Ugh I can’t believe I fell asleep on the couch it’s been a while, and with company here no less.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s been a long couple days and Tommy wasn’t offended.”

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.

“Oh he said to tell you he said goodnight too by the way” Stacey says with a teasing grin on her face.

“Ahh he’s so nice”

“Well thanks for covering me up and setting me up with water last night”

Stacey pauses a couple of beats which makes you look at her with a puzzled expression when you see she’s just looking at you, giant smile spread across her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that weirdo?”

“I didn’t cover you up” she says smirking wider

“What do you mean?” Brows knit together in complete confusion.

“That was Tommy”

Complete surprise washes over your face rendering you speechless for a moment.

“Are you fucking with me?” You ask while chuckling.

“Haha no I’m not”

“He saw you were sleeping all curled up and asked if he should wake you, I told him you’d be alright and that you can be grumpy when you get woken up sometimes”

“Oh Jesus you told him that?” You ask covering your face in embarrassment.

“He 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.”

You swear you face is the color of the ripest tomato on a hot summer day. As your processing everything Stacey is saying. You can’t sort your thoughts out enough to get any words out so you just stare down at your coffee.

“He like you (y/n)”

“There’s no way a guy like Tommy would like me”

“He told me how happy he was to have spent the day with you. I saw his face lit up when he talked about you”

“He’s a huge flirt who’s an incredibly nice guy, I’m sure he’s just being nice. He calls you sweetheart and darling, so does Joel isn’t it just a southern thing?”

“It is but it’s his tone, when he says stuff like that to you it’s in a different tone then when he does with me or when Joel says it.”

“Tommy is beautiful, a guy like that could have any girl in the room, I doubt he’s interested in me, a divorced girl with anxiety, thick tights and a soft squishy belly.”

“Ah! You said he was beautiful, your into him aren’t you?!” She says excitedly like you her told a secret you weren’t supposed too.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t into him. There was just something about him that you couldn’t explain. It’s as if there was this magnetic pull between you two even though you just met. But you aren’t ready to admit it yet. You didn’t want to get your hopes up after everything you’ve been through, that somebody like Tommy would be interested in you.

Avoiding her question all together you sigh as you sit up.

“I suppose I should get my shit together and work on unpacking”

“I wish you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself” 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 don’t want to bother him. But I should atleast apologize for falling asleep and thank him for caring to cover me up.

Tommy’s pov

Tommy sits in his usual spot at the cafe like he does nearly every Sunday morning. It’s 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 try’s 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 hasn’t 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 can’t help but smile when he sees you

Has him feeling a little scared. He’s never connected with anyone they way he’s connected with you and it’s caused an inner fight with himself. He’s 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 doesn’t 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 Tommy’s always felt like he’s lived in Joel’s 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 wouldn’t 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 they’ve gotten what they’ve 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 didn’t 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.

Tommy’s 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 doesn’t go unnoticed by Sarah, thinking about how it’s been a long time since she’s 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 you’re having a good day! 🙂

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 don’t worry about it sweetheart,it’s no worries at all. It’s been a long week for you I don’t blame ya at all. I really enjoyed spending the day with you. Glad I didn’t bore ya to bad.

Y/N: Your not boring at all! Your lucky you got anything out of me, I’m usually pretty quiet with new people. But Im comfortable with you. Or else I would of been real boring hahaha

He can’t help but beam at you saying that you were comfortable with him, when you usually aren’t with people.

Tommy: I’m down at the coffee shop if you’d 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? I’ve gotta get my shit together and really work on some unpacking.

Y/N: ah but you’re more then welcome to come hang out at the house if you’d like. Won’t be super exciting or anything but I or well we would be happy to have the company.

Tommy can’t 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 “do you happen to remember what (y/n) had?”

“Yea of course, it was super simple why do you ask?”

“Well she just invited me over to hang out and I thought it’d be nice to bring her one”

“You’re such a sweetheart Uncle Tommy,

please never change”

“Actually could you make a couple? I’m not sure what Stacey likes but I don’t want to not have something for her”

“Oh course, I’ll make those right up” Sarah says so happy see Tommy happy.

“All set uncle Tommy” Sarah says setting the coffees and a box of goodies on the counter.

“What’s this?” He says gesturing to the box

“I put together a box of goodies to take with you, I’m sure you’ll be there for a while so there’s 3 of our new Turkey paninis and some cookies and muffins for everyone for lunch.”

“Thank you so much Sarah, I’m sure they will love everything”

“Tell them I said hi!” Sarah says waving him off as he heads out.

“Hey…I hope I didn’t upset you earlier teasing you about Tommy” Stacey says as she flops down on your bed while you’re unpacking a box

“Oh no not at all, it’s just I-I I think I do like him, I’m just not ready to admit it. It’s just been so long since I’ve had or been open to feelings like that.”

“It’s just nice to see you so happy around someone else”

“Ugh also I’m pretty sure Tommy is coming over” you say nervous laughing

“Oh really now” Stacey laughed raising her eyebrow dramatically

“Well 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 hangout”

Stacey can’t 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 there’s a knock at the door.

“You better go answer that, sounds like your lover boy is here” she says as you smack her arm in embarrassment.

You can feel your cheeks are still heated when you open the door. You’re 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 can’t 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.

“Hey Tommy, let me help you with that” 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.

“Oh god I’m sorry about that, I’m not very coordinated” you say shyly pulling you’re gaze quickly from his to Stacey coming down the stairs.

“Oh don’t worry about it sweetheart, neither am I” god she’s 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.

“I uh brought coffees for you ladies but I wasn’t sure what you liked Stacey so I brought you the same thing (Y/N) orders”

As he says your name he rests his hand on your lower back. Surprisingly to both of you, you don’t 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.

It’s all feels natural like it’s not out of the ordinary at all. The 3 of you carry on like it’s 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 there’s 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.

“Would you be able to help us hang up the stuff in the living room while your here Tommy?” Stacey asks pulling both of you from your thoughts.

“Oh course’ I could do that for you ladies” he answers, happy to help.

“Everything is leaned up against the walls we want it hung on, doesn’t have to be hung up in and particular way.” 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. “Well I’m gonna head up stairs and work on unpacking”

“Oh I’m heading up behind you I forgot my cup and snack wrapper up there this morning”

“I’ll be right back Tommy”

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.

“Is it ok sweetheart, me holdin’ you in my arms like that?”

Your heart melts at his question, the genuine nature behind it.

You can’t control the smile that pulls at your lips or the blush that rolls across your cheeks.

“It’s more than ok, i-it was very comforting, I promise I’ll be right back”

The last two months have been a whirlwind, but you’re 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. You’re so grateful for your new found family, the Miller family has been such a bright light in your life since moving to Austin and you’re 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t bare loosing Tommy or any of the Millers from your life.

That’s 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.

“Hey Joel, everything alright?” You say, brows knit together in worry.

“Oh yea sorry sweetheart, I was just bringing these books back that Sarah borrowed, she keeps forgettin’ too and I don’t want them to get packed up with her college stuff.”

“You just gave me a scare, you don’t come over by yourself a lot, thought something was wrong.”

“Would you like to come in for a drink?”

“Oh I don’t wanna interrupt your day, I thought Stacey was gonna be home”

“Shit Joel you really know how to make a girl feel special” you tease

Joe loved when you went toe toe with his sarcastic grumpy humor.

He laughs “well 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 inseparable”

You feel your cheeks heat up, damnit Joel got you on that one.

“Oh no he’s 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.”

“They 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 drinks”

“Sounds like a good time”

“I’ll go grab us some drinks and we can sit out here, you want your usual?” You always kept things that Tommy and Joel like to drink in the house.

“Yes Ma’am” 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 didn’t 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.

“Hey…uh..is Stacey seeing anyone?”

“Why, you interested? Want me to put in a good word?” You tease

He chuckles “no but I’d like to set her up with a friend of Tommy and I’s if you think she’d be into it?”

“Who’s this guys? He’s not a creep is he?”

“Jesus your on a roll today sweetheart” he says full belly laughing.

“Hey I have to protect one of the only people I have in my life”

“I’d like to set her up with our friend Jensen, he’s a real good guy, I think they would be a good match he’s a lot like the two of you into a lot of the same stuff.”

“Oh yea, he’s really nice, I think that’s 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?”

“Yea that’s him”

“He’s definitely her type, I think she’d go for it”

Stacey’s POV

“Can I…ah…talk to you about something?” Tommy asks nervously when we get back to his truck.

“Yea of course Tommy, everything alright?”

“Yea..um i-is (Y/N) ah..do you know if she’s seeing anyone?”

“I don’t think so”

“Really?” I can hear a hit of excitement in his voice.

“She’s spends all her time with me or with you, if she’s seeing someone she’s sneaking out at night because I haven’t seen them” I say chuckling which makes him laugh as well.

“D’you think she’d go out on a date with me if I asked her?”

I can’t help but smile at his question, knowing she feels the same way.

“I do, I honestly think she would love to go on a date with you”

“Wait…really? Or are you messing with me?”

“Im 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 you’re talking. We’ve been best friends for a long time, been through a lot together, I’ve seen her at her rock bottom worst and I’ve seen her at her best. But truthfully I have never seen her as happy as shes been since you came into her life.”

Tommy blushes “I 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.”

“ I’m just worried that my issues with panic attacks and ptsd will be to much for her and push her away”

“She’s been through a lot too Tommy, not saying that it’s anything like what you’ve experienced, I’m just trying to say that she as issues too with anxiety and feeling like she’s to much for people because of her past but I’m sure you see she has the biggest heart and she’s very understanding and it would take a lot to push her away, she truly does like you”

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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 “I’ve never seen him as happy as he has been since you’ve been around.”

“Since you’re here you old fucker you wanna help me unload and set up all this stuff so the girls don’t have too?” Tommy asks Joel with his classic smirk on his face as he comes up the steps.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry I missed ya earlier when I got here” Tommy says placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s ok, I guess I can let it slide this time” 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 can’t 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.

“Y’all’s families must miss you since moving down here.” Joel half comments half questions”

You immediately pull your eyes down to the ground not thinking you’d be having this conversation tonight.

Stacey jumps in answering “my parents do miss me some bust most of my family doesn’t 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 anyways” she says shrugging.

“Well if you guys moved away we’d miss the hell out of you if that makes you feel any better” Tommy interjects being completely sincere.

“My family doesn’t really miss me either, honestly some of them don’t even know I moved” 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

“I 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.” You rub your face in your hands, letting out a deep sigh, eyes glued to the ground.

“I-I was married up until about a month before we moved here. But we had been separated for a long time before that….about 4 years. I-it wasn’t a good situation. I felt miserable and stuck the whole time we were together.”

At this point Tommy’s touch gets stronger as we starts rubbing you’re back

“He…my 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.”

The more you talk Stacey notices both Miller brothers clenching their fists at you describing what you’d been through.

“His family bullied me and was very cold to me the entire time we were together, always acting like our relationship was new, like we hadn’t 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 couldn’t 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. She’s been my absolute rock in this and I honestly don’t know where I’d be. The last 4 years have been taxing trying to fight him to get divorced, he dragged it out for so long thinking I’d 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 him”

“And 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 don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my entire life.” 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.

“I-Im s’glad she had you Stacey, that you guys had each other” 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 couldn’t talk to him before now.

But when Tommy moves to wipe away the tears you stand up abruptly “ahh anyone need another drink, I -i um I’m gonna get another drink” 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.

You’re crying so hysterically, face in your hands that you don’t hear Tommy coming in right behind you. The only thing going through his head is making sure you’re ok, making sure you feel loved and cared about. It’s 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. “I-I I’m sorry.” 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. “ oh sweet girl you have nothing to be sorry about, breaks my damn heart seeing you hurt like this” 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 he’s holding you, letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ve got you sweet girl, don’t worry I got you. I’m not goin anywhere”

Squeezing you tighter he whispers “This doesn’t change how I feel about you”

You nuzzle you’re face further into his chest. “Your so special Tommy” 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.

“I’ll give you guys a minute. I’ll be right out side if you need me sweet girl” he says whispering into your ear so only you can hear. “I like sweet girl” you squeak out, it’s 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.

“She was afraid we would see her differently, that I would see her differently wasn’t she?” Tommy asks, a slight crack in his voice.

“Yea…she was, she’s been terrified to bring it up because of how everyone else has treated her about the whole thing”

Joel comes back out of the house. “She will be back out in a minute, she just wants to wash her face, imma head home I think, give you guys some space.” He says gesturing to Tommy.

“Yea…I think I’ll head up stairs and do some reading” Stacey adds.

You come back outside. To see Tommy on the patio couch with your favorite blanket and a pillow and some waters.

“What’s all this?”

“I thought you might want to lay down and look at the stars, thought it might be relaxing.”

God this man was incredible, he’s remembered everything you’ve ever said to him, even details you’ve only mentioned once.

“Ok” you smile wildly just completely taken by everything Tommy.

“Well grab your blanket and comm’er and get comfy” he holds out his arm for you to be able a snuggle into him.

“Do you want the pillow?”

“C-could I lay with my head on your leg?”

He beams so brightly at your question. His smile reaching his eyes.

“Oh course you can sweet girl, whatever makes you happy and comfortable”

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.

“Im gonna grab a drink, do you want anythin’?”

“Sure, I’ll take one. It’s getting a little chilly, you can grab the other blanket from my room if you want”

“Or you could snuggle up closer to me so we can both use that one.” He quips with a giant smile.

“Ok you’ve got yourself a deal” 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.

Tommy’s 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 don’t need to think about what’s 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 let’s out a pained scream before dropping to his knees, covering his ears and trying to shield his face the best he could.

“Holy shit what’s going on?” Stacey’s asks in a panic.

“I-it’s the fire crackers. They’re causing a flash back for Tommy” you say dropping to your knees in-front of Tommy.

“Can you shut the window above the sink before more go off?”

Very light you place you your hands on Tommy’s arms, softly running them up and down them “it’s ok Tommy it’s just me it’s (Y/N). It’s going to be ok, you’re safe, you’re here with Stacey and I. In our home, it’s just the 3 of us” you say softly, hoping he can hear you.

“Follow my voice, your safe honey I’ve got you I’m right her with you. I’ll be here every step of the way for you, I’ve got you baby dont worry.” 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.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll always be right here.” You whisper. He nuzzles his face into your neck and begins sobbing at your words.

“Do you think you could help me lift him up? I’ll get him into my bed, and help you take care of this, I’m terrified he’s going to cut himself on all this glass.”

“Tommy honey Stacey and I are gonna stand you up and get you to safety in my room is that ok?” 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 doesn’t let go of you. So you kneel down on the floor and start taking off his boots.

“Can you grab a bottle of water for him?”

Stacey nods and rushs out of the room, returning quickly.

“I grabbed waters and some crackers incase he needs something to eat at any point”

“Thank you” your voice hushed.

“Let’s get you comfy, can you let go of me Tommy so you can lay down? I’ll get you some shorts to put on.”

Tommy reluctantly let’s 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.

“Here’s a pair of shorts babe, I’m gonna change real quick and help Stacey clean up. “

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. “Please don’t leave me, will you lay with me?”

Stacey’s outside the door when you open it “it’s ok, you stay with him I’ll clean up the glass, he needs you more than I do”

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 he’s on you, wrapping his arm around you pulling you tightly into him as he nuzzles in face in the crook of your neck. “I’d be lost without you” he whispers before his breathing softens and he drifts off to sleep.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

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!!! 🖤🖤🖤

[the-silent-hashira]

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

“You know, I really am completely unimpressed with the selection of baked goods in the cafeteria here. Its like they aren’t even trying! I’ve had better food at a dive bar in Hell than this. Earth is so… Boring.”

“In Hell?” A soft chuckled came from Auriel. “You act as if you’ve been there before. I mean, I agree, Earth is rather boring and the cafeteria sucks, but I don’t think you’d be here right now if you knew what eating at a dive bar in Hell is like.”

“Of course I’ve eaten at a dive bar in Hell! Don’t you remember, Auriel? Its where we met.” Lucifer laughed, but the face on the other man was shocked to say the least.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” The voice was unsure, but curious, “I’m sure that we’ve never met… And certainly not at a dive bar in Hell…”

“... You don’t remember yet,” Lucifers face twisted into something between pain and disappointment, “Well, I suppose thats alright… It took me a bit to remember myself.”

“Uhm, I don’t,” Auriel shuffled, uncomfortable, “Sir, are you alright? I think you might be mistaken.” How do you deal with a man talking about ‘remembering’ things like hes your old friend from high school?

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I should introduce myself! My name is Lucif- Lucien Magne. I’m-”

“You’re the new CEO,” suddenly, the other mans entire demeanor changed, as if something in him flicked a switch and knew exactly how to behave, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve noticed. My name is Auriel Soleil, I’m head of accounting! Its a pleasure, Mr. Magne.”

“... Pleasure is mine,” 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 didn’t exactly make sense, but wasn’t that just a test for him? He should’ve known who Lucien was, maybe it upset him that he hadn’t immediately known it was him and continued the prior conversation.

“ My apologies for interrupting you, sir. I should’ve-”

“I said its fine,” his voice was curt, and suddenly Auriel felt completely blocked off from him, awkwardly turning to stare forward again.

“... You act the same as you did in the beginning. Sir this, sorry that. Can’t we just be… I don’t know, normal? You don’t have to call me sir or apologize or anything like that. You really don’t remember…” 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.

“O-of course, si- I mean, Mr. Magne.”

“Just call me Lucien.”

“But I-”

“Please.” Ding!

“This is… My floor. Uhm, I hope you have a good day… Lucien,” 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.

“You too, Auriel.” Lucifer sighed, as the doors closed again.

—

“Ah, there you are. Its good to see you again, how are you doing?”

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.

“O-oh! Si- Lucien, are you here for lunch? I’m doing alright!” He said, his voice much more confident than it had been earlier.

“I’m glad you are. I thought you might’ve turned to sludge on your way to your department with how anxious you were leaving the elevator, so I’m glad to see you’re intact. Sadly, I am here for lunch once again, looking at the piss poor excuse of a menu they have here. You’d think with as much money as this company makes they’d make a better menu available,” he said, shaking his head a little, “I could always go out to eat, but eating on your own is so boring, and rather pathetic.”

“Ahaha, yes, I suppose it would be! I tend to eat at my desk usually, but lately I’ve been finding less and less time to make myself lunches… Ever since the budget cuts, I’ve needed to work a few more hours of overtime- n-not that I’m complaining or anything, sometimes those sorts of things are necessary in order to recoup losses-”

“Its fine, you don’t have to justify yourself. Its regrettable that we’ve had to cut down on staff, but as you said, it is necessary to the company. Its why I’ve 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.”

“Yes, you were saying that earlier. Admittedly, I agree, the pastries here aren’t 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.” Lucifers entire attention quickly was on Auriel.

“Apple turnovers?”

“Yes! 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.”

“Are they still open right now?”

“They should be, why?” 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.

“Lets go, then! I’ll treat you, we can get a coffee and some turnovers to go.”

“F-for lunch? Well I-” Auriel bit his lip a bit, tapping his fingers on the back of his other hand, “Alright then, I suppose that wouldn’t be terrible! Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Suddenly grabbing his hand, the shorter man basically dragged Auriel out of the cafeteria and out of the building, “Lead the way!”

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 with…

“This 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!”

—

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.

“Come here, ducky ducky! Oh, you’re so pretty with your sleek coats, don’t you want some peas? I have frozen peas for you!”

“You brought… Frozen peas?” 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.

“Of 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,” the sound of the bag opening seemed to draw the ducks closer- clearly these ducks knew that feeding time was approaching.

“I see you come here quite often. They run from you, but the minute you opened that bag they all seem to understand you’re the food bringer.”

“I am the King of Ducks, after all,” 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- he’d heard that more than once before, and the smile on his face wouldn’t 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.

“The 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.”

“I was quite drunk when I said it to you for the first time,” Lucifer looked back over at him, a more calm appearance on his face than the excited expression he had a few minutes earlier, “But I took it in stride, and still do. I DO love ducks, after all.”

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.

“I’m sure you do! I bet you own an entire bathtub full of rubber ducks. Personally, I prefer-”

“Geese. Ugh,” Lucifer shuddered “Because they’re terrifying and have way too many teeth.”

“... Yes, actually. How did…?” He shook his head, “I like geese explicitly because they’re violent. I think that if people didn’t interfere with them, they’d never even bother anyone! And I find it admirable that they go to great lengths to protect their eggs! They’re beautiful creatures, and swans are related to them! I know swans are more visually pretty, but I never liked them all that much. They’re solitary animals, its rather sad to see them when they’re all alone like that.”

“They mate for life! You can’t just expect them to always move on,” Lucifer scoffed, “Sometimes you can’t move on from the person you loved for so long.”

“I 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 wouldn’t want them to remain alone forever without me. I think that they should at least try to find someone new, I wouldn’t want them to be…” Auriel trailed off, the look on Lucifers face made his heart hurt suddenly.

“... Sometimes you just don’t move on. You can’t expect that from your partner- thats for them to decide. Maybe thats what you wish for them, but they can’t help how they feel about it. Would you not date someone if they said they felt like they wouldn’t move on from a committed relationship if their partner died?” 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 brow…

“Of course not… I know I can’t control it, but I also wouldn’t be able to lie and say I wouldn’t be sad for them. I would want them to love and be loved, for as long as they lived. Though, I don’t 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.”

Quiet settled over them as the ducks fed happily and Lucifer pet them.

“I think they’d die of heartbreak first.”

[darkcircles4lyfe]

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. 

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, “look, there isn't much.” But even I didn’t realize just how bad and messy things were going to turn out to be. I’m not going to show you my spreadsheet because it’s 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 I’m 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 haven’t read it yet! Anyway, a few more did survived this filtering process excluding the fact that they’re 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 let’s talk about Tiger, aka Chatora Yawara.

And what’s 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 didn’t make sense:

Like, what does this even mean? “Genre?” “Wrong??” I can’t 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 can’t 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 Tiger’s introduction:

It’s 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 “these ladies,” which sounds very bad! Idk if the original Japanese has any gendered language to justify translating it to “ladies,” but I’m 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 “wrong gender” was more like “the only Pussycat who isn’t a woman,” and not “wrong” as in “mutilated woman who thinks she’s a man” (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 “wrong genre.” 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. 

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. 

The other thing that makes him great is he’s just, there. Doing his thing. No one questions him, acts like he’s 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 doesn’t have any stereotypical traits. I mean, I guess some trans men being gym rats is kind of a stereotype, but not a bad one? It’s more of an actual thing that we can joke about. A negative portrayal I would expect might emphasize a trans man’s “womanly” body, for example, simultaneously fetishizing and mocking it. If anything the fact that Tiger’s 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. He’s 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 there’s more to it than that. Trans men fly under the radar constantly. People don’t 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 isn’t just good, it’s suspiciously good. Like Horikoshi Knows Things type of good. I hate to go here, but I don’t 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 most…well, you know what I’m 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, I’m writing this post not to speculate, but because I want y’all 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. I’m tired of those people pissing all over this manga like it’s their turf. You know, the kind of people who tell you bnha is a shounen, which means it’s “for boys,” straight, cisgender boys, and you don’t belong here so you should shut up or go read something else. Please take this post as a reminder that you’re not delusional, you do belong here, and you're in good hands with Horikoshi, whether you’re queer yourself or just enjoy a good queer ship/headcanon. 

Anyway have a nice rest of your Pride Month everybody <3

^also enjoy this little exchange with class A, it’s very cute

[thotsforvillainrights]

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 there’s something in it that made me seriously think Geten would too!)

~Serenading Geten~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

You were always singing. If you weren’t then you were humming instead. It was enough to make him go insane. If he’d known you were like this then he wouldn’t 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. “You can’t be so bold with the person you love all the time or you’ll heart them eventually. It’s a pet peeve. We all have them. Just learn to let it go.” Her voice rung clear in his head from the memory. He figured he’d 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 didn’t 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. “I’m sorry Geten but this is all wrong. Perhaps just take a break and come back tomorrow to it?” The man looked at him apologetically. Words were caught in Geten’s throat...”Yes of course sir.” 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. He’d 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. 

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 weren’t 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 didn’t hide it as well as he wanted to from you. He aslo didn’t 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 you’d also never judge him for it. You weren’t 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 might’ve 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 he’d 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 didn’t 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 you’d 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 wouldn’t 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.   

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

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. ♥️

🥺🥺 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. 😌

[sugarakis-p2]

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 …. 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

[pocketramblr]

eject, 1/5

“Overhaul, the League is going to be here soon.” Hari reminds his boss even as he carries Eri into the work lab and sets her on the chairs. He’d 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 wasn’t time to really start a session today. Not if Kai wanted to get anything done with Eri, or if he didn’t 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, they’d ended up in a damp, dusty warehouse that wasn’t suitable for a bunch of truant graffiti artists to stash pot at, let alone the nation’s 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 crow’s 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 who’d 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 who’d 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.

“NO, BIG-SIS MAGNE!” Twice screamed before asking in a different tone, “How the hell, did he clone Toga-chan, does he have a quirk like mine?”

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.

“Woah.” It said, looking at the kitchen knife and metal straw it held in either hand. “This is new.”

“What.” 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. “Oh! Oh, Magnetism…”

It moved and knelt by what was left of the woman’s 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.

“What are you doing, Fake Crazy?” Tomura demanded. “Where did that even- what’s your quirk?” He looked at Kai, then upwards. “Or perhaps I should ask what the quirk of the guy who just shot her is.”

“Not our quirks.” Kai shook his head. “That’s hers. I’ve just removed it from her body. I wouldn’t 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.”

The quirk paused in slurping blood to turn it’s head slightly, glaring at Kai.

Hari tensed, preparing to switch guns. The phantoms didn’t seem all there, but there was something solid in them, and it’d give Kai time at least if it attacked.

“Why are you- that’s big sis.” 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. “Hime-chan, this is the last of her. If we don’t take this now, we’ll never get to see her again. Do you have any vials?”

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.

“Removed from her body.” He repeated, sounding interested. “I see. Well, get out of here. I’ll call you with my answer.”

“See that you do.” 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 crow’s 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.

“Yes.” Kai moved to another cabinet. “But we’ve only managed to perfect three permanent bullets. Each requires a week of work, and I’m not going to be delayed further by Shigaraki’s forces.” He removed a white injector- shaped not unlike an epipen.

He flipped the cap up, then jammed the needle into his forearm.

Hari’s 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 people’s 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 wasn’t.

Not that he’d 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 didn’t think would get this far, but now he knew it wasn’t merely because an itch pushed Kai to break down and build up whatever was close to him.

No, this plan was all Kai’s.

And knowing that made it easier for Hari to believe in it.

Kai looked over his phantom, gold eyes harsh, then nodded.

“Good. Today we need to take the stabilizing samples from-“

“I know what we need to do.” Overhaul cut Kai off. “I have done it before after all. With you.”

Blinking, Kai seemed like he didn’t 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 Kai’s lips.

“I will need to test overhauling a few things first, this form is different.” He- It, Hari reminded himself, it- looked at its bare hands.

Kai slowly nodded. “Of course. Chrono will assist you when you begin, I’ll go meet with the League.”

The phantom, which had been picking up small pieces of equipment and overhauling them out off and into shape, looked up sharply at that.

“You’re meeting with the League. Without me.”

“Yes, we just said-“

“Without me. You’re quirkless, right now.” Overhaul’s voice was not confined to sounding young, apparently, as he looked at Kai like he was dense. “And you’re going in alone, after you killed one of their members.”

Kai was quiet for a moment, for two, for three. Hari felt the danger build, and swallowed.

Then Kai nodded. “Ok, I’ll take Chrono. Ask Saito or Yamada as assistants when you get to the post-settlement stage.”

With that, he left, and Hari, as ever, followed him.

As the door shut behind them, Kai spoke again. “Chrono. 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.”

“Of course, Boss. And if Twice decides to just do that on his own?”

“Then keep Twice from using his quirk.”

“Yes, Boss.”

[aiden21]

Video Games. Spinner x gn!Reader

Word count: 3.5k+

Slow days were a common occurrence for the League. Flashy, grand missions didn’t come by easily and most of the time the bar was empty except for Kurogiri. Most members of the League had homes—or at least places where they could sleep—and 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 didn’t mean you didn’t 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.

“Screw it, I’m taking a nap.” You finally told yourself, shutting off the TV and getting up from the couch. You weren’t 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.

“Goddammit!”

You stopped, your hand outstretched still. The voice had come from the end of the hallway and you were sure you weren’t imagining it. Was it a voice you recognized? Oh, who cares, you told yourself. You’d 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 ‘Yes?’. 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.

“Oh. Hi.” He said awkwardly, his face illuminated only by the glow of the TV in front of him.

“Hi,” You called back, glancing around the room but finding no other forms laying on the couches and chairs that adorned the game room. “I thought I was the only one here.”

“M-me too.” 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.

“So… What’cha doing?” You asked, leaning against the door frame.

“I’m… playing video games.” Why did that sound so much like a question?

“What are you playing?”

“Grand Theft Auto.” He said, the name meaning absolutely nothing to you. You blinked once and Spinner sighed in defeat, his shoulders dropping. “It’s a... crime game, I guess.”

It was no big secret that Spinner was a massive game fan, a passion he only shared with Shigaraki. They’d 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 weren’t cute, Dabi said they were boring, Magne always had better things to do, and Compress couldn’t 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 ‘game room’, 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, Shigaraki’s 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 didn’t 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.

“...Can I stay here and watch you?” 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.

“Sure! I mean it’s a room for everyone, right? Y-you don’t need to ask me or anything. I can go if you-”

You giggled, making his eyes go even wider, “It’s fine. I’m actually kinda curious about this whole ‘video game’ thing.”

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.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing at one corner of the screen. Spinner followed your finger, looking both amazed and scared.

“My money and health.”

“And that?”

“The map. So I don’t get lost, know where my missions are.”

“Do you have a mission right now?”

“Not right now. It’s an open-world game and you can pretty much choose the pacing of the story and such and…” He stopped himself, surely realizing that he’d already lost you. He cleared his throat and then, slowly, “We can do whatever we want, basically.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah.”

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.

“Can you steal that car?”

“Which one?” Spinner chuckled a little, raising a brow.

“That red one, the one at the traffic light.”

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 car’s owner growing fainter as he made his escape.

“You fiend,” you teased, earning a proper laugh out of the mutant. “That was way too easy, though!”

“Well, then give me a challenge.” Spinner said, giving you a glance and a small smile.

“Steal a plane.” You said confidently, but Spinner scoffed.

“You’re thinking too small.” 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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. Spinner’s 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 didn’t 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.

“I’m gonna go get some water, you want anything?” He asked you, already getting up from the couch.

“Water is fine,” 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, you’d scooted closer and closer to where Spinner had been sitting, and as soon as you noticed, you blushed, thankful that he wasn’t 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 couldn’t manage, and you were left with no other choice‪‬󠀥 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 didn’t 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 weren’t 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 wasn’t 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 ‘wasted’ 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.

“What… happened?” He asked carefully, hyper-aware of your panicked expression. He placed two glasses of water down on the coffee table but didn’t 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.

“I don’t know! I pressed something and the game started and I couldn’t pause it and then the little guy thought it was a great idea to walk into traffic and he died and-”

Spinner snorted. He couldn’t help it, though he did have the decency to wave his hands in front of himself apologetically when you glared at him.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’ve never played a game before!”

“You never played one of these when you were a kid?” He asked, sitting on the armrest of the couch. He, too, had noticed how much closer to his spot you had gotten and he wasn’t 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.

“I’ve… never played a video game before. Like, ever.”

Spinner’s eyes widened a bit, but it was soon replaced by a frown at your change in mood.

“Nothing?”

“We were too poor to afford anything when I was little, and then my parents kicked me out and well… I’ve never really had the chance.” 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Let’s try something we can both play, shall we?” He asked you, already pressing around at the blue controller in his hand.

“You sure? You were having fun with the other game.” You pointed out, a weird feeling growing in your chest at the thought that you’d ruined Spinner’s fun. He chuckled, swallowed, and then looked at you for the briefest of moments.

“Well, I mean, it’s a good game, but… I was having fun with you, not the game, in particular, so yeah...” 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 Spinner’s leg and, while you both noticed, neither of you said anything.

“What’s this one about?”

“You’ll see.”

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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.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, frowning as both women shushed him without any regard for who he was. He cursed under his breath and approached them.

“What?” 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.

“We heard them when we got here ten minutes ago.” Toga giggled, her face more flushed than usual.

“Someone’s having a lot of fun up there~” 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 wasn’t 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.

“Did you see that!?” You asked Spinner, laughing as the mutant nodded, “I just got a star!”

“What the…” Shigaraki said, his stance deflating immediately. You turned towards him, a face-splitting grin adorning your face.

“Oh! Hi, Shigaraki! We’re playing Mario Party!” You pointed out, rather obviously. When Shigaraki didn’t 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.

“You wanna join? We’re almost done with this round.” 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 he’d had on the back of the couch, one that had been rather close to wrapping around your shoulders more than once.

“I wanna play!” Toga said cheerfully, running past Shigaraki and landing on her favorite beanbag, though not before reclaiming her cushion from your hands.

“Oh, me too! I wanna be Rosalina!” 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.

“I call Princess Peach!” 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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[plush-rabbit]

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!! 

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 doesn’t 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.

He’s 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 aren’t 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. 

Too many things happen at once and you find yourself unable to breathe. You’re hidden away, and it’s 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- you’re suddenly staring at red sneakers. 

You look up at Tomura but you can’t 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. It’s silent for a minute, three of his fingers drumming on the table while you try to discreetly wipe the tears away. 

“How high ranking were you in the yakuza?” Ah, always so quick to get to the point. “What happened?” You furrow your brows and he rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “How long did you two date?” He meets your eyes and for a brief second you think you see jealousy flash.

“We knew each other for a long time and I have a long past with them,” you sigh and run a hand through your hair, looking down at the table that’s stained with water rings. “So I guess I was pretty high up but security and protocols might have changed since I’ve left so I doubt I have any- uh, you know, special access.” His eyes widen a fraction and he gives you a look to continue. You dip your head down and slump your shoulders. “We dated for-” you narrow your eyes, “it really isn’t important. But we broke up and had a big fight so any bridges left were burned that night.” You can feel your skin crawl. “The only help I can be is telling you the quirks and what could possibly take them down but even then I can’t say for certain. We were all high ranking, but even we didn’t share our weaknesses with each other.”

“But he knows yours.” It isn’t a question, it’s a statement. You nod slowly. “This puts us at a disadvantage, you know.” You feel like you’re being chastised by a teacher and you feel your cheeks burn. “But it’ll work out.”

You perk up and look at him. “Look it’s not that i don’t trust you but this is the yakuza. They have the financial means and the men and not to put the League down but we-” he holds a hand up and you stop talking.

“We have you. You’re the closest thing we have as an advantage over them. You-” his lip curls in disgust- “dated him. You have to know something. The way he lies, mannerisms, anything. You have value- you’re important.” His voice is tight and he looks away. His hair parts and you can see red paint the tips of his ears. 

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. “Am I now?” You ask, through giggles, while he stares at you with a tight expression. “You know, of all the things I’ve been told- I’ve never been told that I was important.” Your laughter fades away, and you smile brightly at him. “Thanks Tomura. You’re important too.”

“Yeah, whatever,” 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. “Wipe the grin off.” He scratches his neck and sighs. “I want to have a meeting with him.” Your mouth pulls into a line. “I’ll be there and so will you. Like I said, you’re valuable.”

“I thought you said important?”

“Shut up.” He shakes his head, his tone is playful and a smile plays on his lips. “We’re gonna take him down a peg. I promise.”

Dabi:

Dabi rather not show feelings. He likes to maintain the persona that he’s this cool guy who’s 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. 

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 doesn’t 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, he’s not interested in whatever relationship you had with him. He doesn’t care if you cried your eyes out after the break up or if you chose to rebound. He doesn’t care so quit looking at him and trying to get him alone. He isn’t 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 he’s intruding on something intimate.

He sits next to you, groaning and sticking a leg out and a knee bent. “Bad break up?” 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. “You’ll-”

“He tried using his quirk on me.” His eyes snap open. “He missed- obviously- but he did,” you sound so delicate, as if he were to speak, the air that he breathed out would shatter you. “I just- I thought I had gotten over it. Gotten over that- that,” your voice breaks and you slap your hands over your mouth.

You’re different from him. So open with emotions- so easy to read and ready to give your heart out. He’s cold and puts this facade that he doesn’t 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. 

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. “You could do way better anyways.” He risks taking a glance and he can feel his face burn. “He’s a total prick.”

That gets a laugh to bubble out and break your cries. It makes his chest swell with pride. “Yeah, he is,” you sniffle and pull away from him. He already misses your touch even if your hands are still holding onto his shirt. “Dude goes on and on about quirks and he has one and even uses it,” you chuckle and it’s light and short, “you’d think he’d be the first one in line to get rid of his.”

You lean against him and you whisper how he’s warm, your hand resting on your thigh and he’s giving you a questioning look but you miss it, eyes closed and breathing slowing down. 

“I’m not your mattress, you know.” His voice is steady, quiet and barely above a whisper, and it breaks the silence that was growing. 

You hum and your hand reaches over. “Humor me this once Dabi,” you whisper, holding Dabi’s hand in yours, smiling when he scoffs in response but makes no motion to move.

Twice:

You treat him like a person- you’re 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 didn’t think the feelings to be so much. So overwhelming. Everything about you was something he hadn’t felt in so long and when you give it to him, he wants more- he can’t 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 doesn’t make any sense. Yes it does. No- it doesn’t. You’re 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 wouldn’t have done that if you were using him. You did that because you trusted him.

He’s breaking silently, he can feel the stitches that hold him together by literal threads rip and fall away. He’s spiraling and he doesn’t know how to come back from this type of hurt. He can’t bring himself to open his mouth and make a sound- a cry for help, of pain- anything. He’s clutching his head so hard he's partially afraid hes going to crush it in his grip and he just wants this to end. 

Why you? Why? You’re hurting him- you’re 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?

“It’s okay Jin, it’s okay. You’re here. You’re whole. You’re okay.” 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. 

You pull him out of this spiral and when he angles his head until it’s pressed against the crook of your neck, he can feel the rhythmic beating in your neck, how you’re still alive and whole. You’re holding him right now, the door closed and right now, it’s only you two, and he moves his hands. His eyes widen when they’re clenching your shirt, the fabric is cheap and tears in his hands. 

“Sorry about your shirt,” he mumbles, lips wet as they brush against your skin. He can feel goosebumps raise in response. “I’ll uh- I’ll get you a new one," his tone changes slightly but it still sounds tired. “Maybe.

“Don’t worry about it,” you mumble. “It was old anyways.” Your hands are scratching his back, dull nails that make light tremors resonate in his body. “Are you feeling better? The floor can’t be comfortable.” You nuzzle into him and your hands slide from his back to his sides. “Come Jin, let’s get you to bed.”

He’s curled in bed, a hand rubbing constant, never ending circles on his back and he’s pressed against your chest, his hand pressing against your back. He feels safe. Right now, he’s here, he’s okay and safe in your arms. He thinks that he can fall asleep here but he doesn’t want to miss a moment when you’re here, when you’re telling him the softest things and kissing the tip of his scar. 

“Do you miss him?” 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.

“No. I’m happy I ended it with him. He wasn’t great, you know. A real jackass.” You kiss his scar and he melts further into your touch. “He wasn’t all that fun or nice like you.” Your words are tight and your leg shifts to go in between his. “You’re a lot better, you know?” 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. You’re talented, stunning, and not to mention you have an extensive knowledge on the underground workings and their part of society? He’s 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. He’s still eager around you but it comes off a bit forced or not as eager as it once was. He’s 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?

You’re the one to find him first- to nervously tap your foot and take a seat beside him. He’s changed- that much you can realize. His arm is missing so you can’t really fault him for that. Plus, Magne is gone and she was the big sister of the group- protective, caring and she’s gone too. 

“How’s your- you know?” You gesture to his arm, unable to properly say the word and you kick yourself for it. Your-”

“Hurts.” His chocolate eyes meet yours. “It’s like I can still feel it sometimes.” He tilts his head back and closes his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, looking away. “I- I didn’t know that you were inviting Overhaul. If I-”

“You two dated?” He’s looking at you directly and you can only nod your head and fiddle with the drawstrings from your hoodie. “Why did-”

You shrug. “He was cute. We were all close. He wasn’t so bad until his ideals started to get all gross,” you shake your head and sigh, “I wanted quirks to be free, you know use your quirks as long as you aren’t killing anybody but he wants quirks to be eradicated. Funny, right? The guy who shits on quirks has one?” You laugh bitterly. “He’s- When we broke up- I uh, I called it off by the way- he got so angry,” you swallow thickly, “he tried it, you know? Using his quirk on me. But I’m faster than him so he missed. Barely.”

He looks at you and his eyes are wide. His mouth is agape and he looks you over. “He-” you nod. “I’m sorry.”

“You have no reason to be. I just thought I’d share. Bonding or whatever,” you flash him a hesitant smile. “I don’t like how distant you’ve been and I thought this little piece of information would help smooth it over.”

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. He’s sitting here like an absolute fool- think! Just say something!

“Atsuhiro?” He perks up and looks at you. “I’ll see you around, hm?” 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. “Good night.” 

Once he’s sure you’re gone, he buries his face in his hands, and he’s giddy. A wide grin breaks out and his heart beats erratically in his chest. You kissed him.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

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   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.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust @paint-in-flames @t4t-ummiurk

[woman-of-culture]

The traitor (1/2)

Dabi x reader

Part 2

Warnings: Dabis identity, 3rd year age up, this does not accurately follow the plot when it comes to timing and character introduction, (most likely) a lot of grammatical errors

This is gonna be a 2 part story with the smut in the 2nd part! (Not to mention it’s gonna be much longer)

The semester is finally over! No more assignments and no more work so I present to you my first ever fanfiction. Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Words: 3,056

The League of villains might not have the best plans. Sometimes, they're poorly thought out, other times... Again, not all that effective.

From their poor managing skills to the attack on USJ where they consequentially lost the perfect nomu, their planning could use ‘some’ work. The leader, Shigaraki, being quite immature for his position, executed his plans prematurely and without much thought - oftentimes underestimating his opponents (even if they were just high school first years). Saying he has a ways to go from being the perfect leader would be an understatement.

But no matter how much you complain, you can’t ignore the fact that he’s also a valiant leader who fights for what he thinks is right, even if he does need some help along the way. That’s where you come in, being Shigarakis right hand (wo)man, alongside Kurogiri, wasn’t an easy job. Having to deal with his temper tantrums, being forced to execute a plan you didn’t 100% agree with and having your advice ignored completely most of the time wasn’t exactly what you thought joining The League of Villains would be like, but eh, nothing ever goes the way you want it to.

Which is exactly what led to this situation.

"So let me get this straight..." You say, whilst letting out an exasperated sigh "You want to kidnap and persuade, of all people, Bakugou Katsuki to turn on his dream of becoming a hero just because you've seen him compete in the sports festival?"

Not really getting your point, Shigaraki just nods with an assertive "Yes"

"No" You turn your back on him, disappointed he would even suggest this thought.

Narrowing his eyes, as if to challenge any further refusal on your part, he demands to know why you so vehemently refuse the suggestion of your next big mission.

Not at all wavering with your determination, you look him in the eyes, practically begging for him to understand how fruitless this endeavor would be.

"He might act...villainous when facing certain confrontation but he is solely focused on becoming the number one pro hero one day, it would take a hell of a lot more than just kidnapping and talking for him to turn his back on that dream. He’s determined, passionate and has a real fighting spirit. I believe if you really want him to join you need to break his spirit in some way, target him when he’s at his lowest"

Contemplating your words for merely a second he decided against listening to reason on the ground ‘It’s the perfect next move for the League to cause distrust among society, even if he refuses there will be chaos from the fact that we managed to capture a UA student whilst on a training camp.’”

Seeing no point in arguing further, you declare that you will have no part in this plan since:

1) You truly believe this will end up a failure

2) You are a student participating in the training camp and your involvement would be too risky

"Goddamn it, I knew I shouldn't have told you where the training camp will be held..." You mutter under your breath, as you look to Kurogiri, who has been silent during that whole argument, to open a portal to your apartment.

Exhausted and in need of some food, you trudge your way up to the small apartment you've called home ever since AFO took you in 4 years ago.

It was a small one bedroom apartment fit for one person, certainly better than the streets you've come to know so well during your years of desperation and homelessness.

A sigh of relief escaping once you managed to close your door and take off your shoes.

"Good evening doll."

"Good evening burnt rat, who I specifically warned not to come here anymore."

He winced, as if the comment actually hurt his feelings. "Ouch, why the sour attitude sweetheart?" Walking up to the couch, glaring at your ‘guest’ who had decided to make himself at home despite your warnings of dumping his body in the nearest ditch.

“You tell me Dabi, why in the world would you continue coming here after all my threats and the fact UA is 5 minutes from here?” “Isn’t it obvious? Despite your constant nagging, you never kick me out, you have a pretty fucking nice TV and not to mention you’re a decent cook.”

Ah, Dabi...one of the newest members of the League who joined not even 2 weeks ago. He’s a peculiar guy who comes to raid your fridge and annoy the shit out of you every other day, refusing to leave until the next morning to go God knows where. When it comes to the topic of kicking him out...you never seem to find the will to do so, whether it be the crippling loneliness forcing you to get some form of social interaction or the fact you find his company kinda enjoyable. Of course, you wouldn’t admit either to anyone even if it costs you your life.

You look at his form lounging on the couch in his pants and pale gray, scoop-neck shirt. “So, I’m guessing you ate my dinner again...?” You picked up his dark blue jacket that was lazily tossed onto the back of the sofa and made your way to the front door in order to hang it, just then noticing the dark dress shoes placed haphazardly next to the shoe rack.

With a sly wink sent your way he confirms he ate the tempura you prepared that afternoon. “But you know what? Could you be a sweetheart and make some more food? It was just so delicious but unfortunately not all that filling.” He asked, hoping flattery will get him some more food.

Looking into the fridge you could physically feel a headache coming when you confirm no tempura in sight. You would feel more frustrated if a brilliant idea didn’t come up that second. “Listen Dabi, let’s make a deal.” You turn the corner, ready to give him an ultimatum. “Oh? Where is this going? In exchange for some of your cooking I’d eat something else out first?” He tries to guess, suggestively lifting one eyebrow whilst crossing his arms at the back of his head.

Stopping in your tracks, you look at him speechless, the blood rushing to your cheeks undeniably creating a faint pink blush.”W-what!? No, you asshole! T-tomorrow are final exams so I wanted to suggest you spar with me and after I’d cook anything you want.” In what little time you knew Dabi, that was the first suggestive comment he has made towards you, breaking your thoughts for a hot second - enough to make you stutter during your protest.

Looking proud with the pink he managed to conjure on your cheeks, he closed his eyes with a smirk on his mismatched, pale-burnt lips. “Don’t know ‘bout that doll, sounds like too much work and I’ve had a long day.” He groans to emphasize his point.

“Ok then, starve”

...

“Well, actually-...”

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The next day, during the practical exam, you ended up with Jirou against Present Mic (I’m sorry Koji but plot) which you managed to win with ease considering Dabi helped you strategize. Not to mention he gave you tips on how to improve your quirk which you implemented in the battle only to end up victorious. You’d probably need to thank him later.

Whilst reminiscing on the event, Aizawa enters into the classroom informing that no one will be left out of the training camp, but the ones who failed will receive harsher training. He gave out lodge guides and all the information needed (which you of course knew thanks to sneaking into the teachers lounge after hours) Everyone also decided to go on a shopping trip to buy the necessary things for the trip, with the exceptions of you, Bakugou and Todoroki.

Worrying about the events that will transpire did you no good so you contently walked home thinking of going to the store for some ingredients in case a certain uninvited guest decided to show up again.

Thinking about what will inevitably happen reminded you of the fact you haven’t visited the bar since your little disagreement with Shigaraki. ‘I guess I can’t blame him, even if Bakugou doesn’t join it will still provoke some fear and distrust among the general public, I guess I should apologize to him...’

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“TOMURA!” The bar rattles with the impact of the door against the wall, barely keeping itself on it’s hinges after the kind of force you used. The people inside the bar looking at you with mixed emotions, some shocked, some indifferent and some enjoying the drama. Spinner, Toga, Dabi, Magne and Kurogiri silently looking at you for answers to their unanswered questions while Shigaraki looks at you completely shocked for he has not yet seen such an outburst from you.

“Wasn’t this supposed to be your plan? How careless can you be? In order for a stunt like this to succeed you’d need to be extra careful and methodical. Yet, what do you do? You confront Midoriya at the mall as if it wouldn’t have consequences”

“Oh, that’s all?” He returns to his planning as if you didn’t almost break down the door.

“What do you mean ‘that’s all’? Do you understand how irresponsible that was, you could have gotten caught! The whole mall was swarming with police officers literally 5 minutes after your little ‘chat’.”

“They wouldn’t have caught me even if they showed up that instant, if you used your brain you would remember that Kurogiri could just teleport me out.” Scratching his neck, clearly done with this conversation, he turned to walk away to get some quiet to finalize the plan in peace.

“You don’t get it do you? Aizawa announced the camp will not be held in the forest lodge it’s usually held every year because of this ‘incident’.” You explain taking a step to his form that stopped walking the moment those words left your lips. He turned, the scratching getting more violent by the second. “Well, where is it then?”

You don’t want to admit it but the way he looked at you, as if it was your fault the camp relocated, sent a chill down your spine. “I don’t know, the new location won’t be revealed until we get there.”

“Then you’ll send your location the moment you get there, is that so hard?” You felt your anger and frustration bubble the moment he dismissed the problem as if it were nothing, however you continued your calm-ish facade. “Tomura, I’m begging you to understand! With this there are a lot more unknown variables. You won’t have time to prepare, to get to know the layout, the schedule, anything! You’ll be going in there blind, this is definitely not a safe plan for the members. What if some of them get caught? What if-...”

You weren’t even able to finish the rest of your concern before he yelled out for you to shut up, that it was none of your concern since you weren’t apart of this mission. “We will simply have Dabi burn down half of the woods so they won’t know what’s going on, the rest only concerns the participants of this plan which, again, you are NOT, now LEAVE!”

You looked Tomura in the eyes, tears welling up in yours due to the sheer frustration of the situation. Did your opinion really mean so little to the man? You wanted nothing more than the success of the League, to fulfill your debt to AFO for saving you so many years ago. Sometimes staying up past 3 AM helping with whatever you could just because you felt as if the League really needed you. Were you really so useless to the man before you, who you would consider a dear friend, family? He ignored your advice, existence even, except when he needed insider information. You were quiet most of the time, rarely giving resistance to the point your bottled up feeling reached their limits. You lifted your head, a single tear making its way down your face as you uttered your next words.

“I will send you the location, I will figure out the schedule, I will inform you on everyone's position during the attack but just know this Tomura, your carelessness will shoot you down from that pedestal you made for yourself. You’re childish, immature, naive and juvenile. If you continue thinking you can do all of this alone it’s gonna cost you your life, the members lives, masters life-...”

That was the trigger...the last straw that finally diminished his last nerve. Lunging at you with all five fingers ready to disintegrate your arm as a form of cruel punishment. It was like slow motion, not really thinking of this outcome proved to be your downfall as you could only watch his hand getting closer.

20 centimeters...

10 centimeters...

5....

Oh fuck...

As if God heard your prayers, an arm found it’s way around your waist, pulling you to a lean, muscular chest while the other grabbed Shigarakis, pulling it away from your form and pressing his hand, that was moments away from your trembling arm, onto the counter, decaying a part of the wood until there was nothing but dust left.

The shock of the situation being felt all around the room. You didn’t fully process the severity of the event until Dabi let out a low growl, ready to use his quirk if need be. Looking up his face, situated not even 5 cm away from your own, you saw the burning fire behind his glare directed at Shigaraki, a threat, daring him to move a single finger in your direction.

In any other situation you’d pull his arm off, threatening to cut it off. However, this wasn’t any other situation. His warmth providing a sense of security you’ve never felt before, making you wish it could stay there just a minute longer. His natural musk invading your senses, calming your pounding heart to the point you almost forgot the predicament you got yourself into.

All too soon, he let go of you only to pull you behind his back with his arm stretched to the side, blocking the view of your leader with his back. Relieved, angry, confused, terrified... You couldn’t exactly categorize your feelings, the information not fully processed in your mind. You grabbed onto the back of his jacket as a means to get closer to him, scrunching it between your fingers to keep him where he is.

Whilst this was going on, Shigaraki looked at his hand, eyes wide open. For a few seconds he couldn’t fathom what he just tried to do. He looked at your form, cowering behind Dabi who only glared daggers at him silently questioning his actions.

“Out.” was the only word able to come out of his throat, not knowing how to deal with the consequences of the previous moment.

Not needing to be told twice, you ran out of the bar as fast as your legs could take you. Stumbling on your own feet, chest heaving and vision blurry you didn’t notice the set of footsteps following behind you until a hand reached out stopping you in your tracks. You panicked, kicking at your assailant in an attempt to get free.

“Calm down, would ya? It’s only me...” Turning around, to face what you had correctly presumed to be Dabi, you lunged out of his grasp narrowly missing the wall behind you.

“Why did you do that?”  “What do you mean why?” He looked at you, not understanding the point of the question. “I mean... Why did you jump in to defend me? This was between me and him. Don’t get me wrong I more than appreciate your help but why... You ran the risk of a fight, not to mention injury, just because i provoked him.” You said, your gaze following the trail of his body further down till you reached his black shoes.

He scoffed, as if you just uttered the stupidest sentence he has ever heard. “Provoked? What you did in there proved you have some serious balls. You pointed out the flaws in the plan and confronted hand-job about them. You prioritized every ones safety over some mission and even put yourself at risk by ultimately agreeing to the plan and sending vital information that will be used.” He took a step forward, lifting your head between his index and thumb caressing your cheek along the way to hopefully calm you some more if his words didn’t help.

“That being said, you should still have some faith in us, well, in me specifically.” He smirked noticing the corner of your lips twitch up at his comment. “I’ll burn down every obstacle, every hero that comes in my way so you won’t have to worry so much.” Finally, pressing his forehead to your own he managed to fully calm your nerves, unintentionally, you also synced up your breathing to match his.

You looked at his beautiful teal colored eyes unable to focus on any of your surroundings ‘Were his eyes always so mesmerizing?’ You felt your eyelids droop almost closing them by the time he took your hand in his and started to lead you down the road. “H-huh? Wait, where are we going?” “We’re going to your apartment to eat something and sleep, perhaps watch a movie to forget today.”

You look at the man in front of you, his coat waving with the wind to make the moment just that much more special. Has he always been like this? He actually made the effort to defend you, to run after you when you thought nobody cared. He assured you that what you did was the right thing and plans to make you forget what happened today. Did you finally have someone that cared for you?

“Yeah, sounds good”

(A/N This was my first ever attempt at writing so I hope I didn’t flunk it TOO bad. And I’m not all that satisfied with this but eh... I feel bad for having to cut it short, but I actually got requests to do more stories and I’m bad at multitasking so I’m terribly sorry for the precious users that sent me requests and the readers that want a part 2, maybe)