#I swear it looked much better in fact but the compression ruins it...

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

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[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

As always, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

Any port in a storm

Tomura knows a bastard when he sees one, and Chisaki Kai looks like someone who could stab his own mother just to prove a point.

And he’s not only a bastard, but he’s also very full of it. The way Chisaki talks like he knows better than anyone else, questioning Tomura and calling him out on his previous failures, as if he knew anything about dealing with pro heroes and a bunch of overpowered children ruining your plans.

Tomura knows where he’d failed and he learned from it, but that doesn’t mean he’ll have to waste his time hearing this asshole lecture him about leadership and planning. After all, Chisaki Kai is nothing but a low thug that works for money or whatever the fuck someone like him cares for. The league, on the other hand, has bigger matters to attend.

He sure like the sound of his own voice. Tomura thinks, narrowing his eyes when Overhaul begins to babble about leadership and pawns like they are nothing else than mere meat at his disposition, and not people with interests and wants.

It doesn’t take long before shit goes down. Magne’s remains puring over them like rain because the bastard makes her explode like a piñata with just a single touch.

Yes, Tomura also knows a deadly touch when he sees one, and Overhaul’s looks ridiculously overpowered.

“Compress, wait-!” Tomura shouts, but Chisaki is faster and before they understand what’s happening, Compress quirk goes off and Overhaul blows Atsuhiro’s arm with a simple touch and the fucker is so damn coward that the moment Tomura lounges towards him, he just orders one of his pitiful pawns to act as a fucking shield and die in his place.

The yakuza has the nerve to call himself the next leader and Tomura is almost impressed by the audacity.

“Now I get it. You should have just started with this, saved us all some time.” Tomura spits making a monumental effort to keep his cool for his sake and the sake of the league.

“Where are they come from?! We weren’t followed, I swear!”

“One of them probably has a tracking quirk.” He’s also trying his utter best to not smack Twice’s masked head for being so damn naïve.

“We’ll cool our heads and try again later. I ow your side an arm.”

“Bastard! I’ll eviscerate you!” Twice barks at his side, holding Compress against his chest.

“Tomura-kun. Let me cut him. Real quick.” Toga ask, pulling out her knife.

“No.”

“it’s my responsibility!” screams Twice.

“No.”

“I don’t wanna rush you, but the sooner we talk the better.” Think things over carefully. Consider how your organization should be run, then when you’ve calm down, call me.” Overhaul speaks like he didn’t just killed Magne, comparing her with one of his ridiculous pawns and Tomura hates him, truly. It’s not like when he says he hates society and heroes, no. This is more personal. He hates Chisaki Kai the same way you hate your childhood bully, the same way you hate someone because you had the misfortune of knowing them.

“They’re gonna pay for this. Why can’t I go after them?!”

“Now thinking, we need to get Atsuhiro-san to a doc. “

“Right.”

“That wouldn’t work…damn that hurts” Atsuhiro whispers almost unconscious.

“Maybe we do have time to make them bleed.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Tomura-kun!”

“Another time.” He orders, watching as overhaul and his band of assholes disappear into the night “You’ll pay for what you’ve done today.” He swears already thinking in a million ways he could make him regret this.

“Shigaraki! We need to see the doctor! Atsuhiro is bleeding out!”

Ah, doctor Ujiko really found and excellent time to go missing, didn’t he? Now without his sensei and the hideout completely wrecked by the heroes, he’s between kidnapping some doctor or finding some abandoned hospital and pray there is some supplies that could work. But kidnapping someone would take time and efforts and the nearest abandoned hospital is forty minutes away and Compress doesn’t have so much time.

Ah, the perks of being a villain.

“Tomura-kun! What do we do!?”

He clenches his fists until his knuckles go numb, his mind rushing, thinking what to do besides the obvious, trying his best to ignore that option.  

“We need to take him now!”

Tomura rolls his eyes and suck his teeth hating his life because this is the last thing he thought he would be doing when he woke up that morning, something withing him twisting painfully between excited and done with this awful feeling he can’t rid off.

“Tomura-Kun! What do we do?!” Toga presses again, panicking because Compress is getting paler and paler.

He groans kicking some rock completely fed up. Why couldn’t Atsuhiro just stay sit there when he told him to wait? Now the itch gets insufferable out of nowhere and Tomura scratch his neck raw, snarling under the hand that covers his face. He doesn’t want to go there, but Twice needs help to carry Atsuhiro now that the man just fainted, and he can’t do copies of himself, so he’ll need someone else. It could be Toga, but Tomura hardly thinks she’s going to be helpful with that tiny body of hers. Besides, they’ll need someone who can clear out the streets before rushing out, so, he’ll have to go anyways.

Tomura sighs defeated, this isn’t about him, so he decides to ignore the knot in his stomach and the quick drumming of his heart against his ribs, preparing for the imminent headache before barking the orders.

“Follow me.”

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 A loud bang on your door wakes you suddenly.

You observe your room, remembering that you were studying before falling asleep over your desk after a whole day of paper reading and a pack of oreo’s for dinner. Your laptop screen flashes 00:23 am, so you’ve been sleeping for hardly an hour.

Another bang and this time the sound of someone trying to enter your apartment at midnight shoots your adrenaline levels to the top.

“Big sister! Please!” Toga’s voice sounds desperate from the other side of the door turning your fear in worry, so without thinking, your feet tap quickly through the flat to just opening it before some neighbor sees her, but your mouth falls open the moment Toga rushes into your apartment with Twice and Shigaraki behind her, carrying a half-conscious Compress.

In a second that feels like hours, your eyes travel quickly between all three men, to stop on the red ones that bore into you, sending shivers through your spine as you heart do a flip inside your cage because your infatuation with the villain is right there, in the same place he left it last time he touched you.

“What the…” Your voice gets stuck in your throat when you notice that Compress bloodied wound is in fact him missing an arm.

“Shit. Lay him down on the table” You order already running across your flat looking for a hairband. “Take his shirt off, Toga, bring me some towels.” You rush to your bathroom to wash your hands quickly, and Shigaraki follows you without a word, clutching at your side looking for the first aid kit your keep under the sink.

“Tell me what happened.”

“A Yakuza bastard blew his arm of with his quirk.” He spits carrying the kit to the kitchen. “He shoot him something and his quirk went off.”

“You think it’s some kind of drug?”

“Probably.”

“Crap. It could be dangerous if I don’t know the effects.”  

You run behind him, taking some latex gloves from the kit before approaching your patient. Atsuhiro breathes heavily over your kitchen table, his legs dangling from the edge as he bleeds all over the floor.

Your quirk activates in full force the moment you get close to him.

“Hello, Mr. Compress.” You talk to him trying to calm him the same way you would talk to a child patient as you remove the poor bandage that wraps the remains of his left arm. “Long time no see.”

“Lovely to see you, dear.” He whines with his hand holding the gory pieces of meat that still dangles from his shoulder, a chonk of his broken bone horribly exposed. “It hurts a lot, you know?”

You wince at the sight but straighten yourself to do your job and let your hands hover over his wound, numbing his nerves, keeping his blood from spilling out because he’s already at the brim of drying out.

“I know, but it’s okay now, Compress. I’ll take care from here. Now…sleep…” you lull him with a smile, relaxing him quietly, slowing his heart rate to make him pass out.

“Is he..?” Twice ask watching with trembling voice.

“he’s unconscious now. I can stop the bleeding with my quirk for now, but I’ll need to…sew this…. somehow.”

“Oh! Big sister! Your quirk is amazing to cure people!” Toga says joyfully, leaving the towels close to you.

“Himiko-chan. I need you to wash your hands very carefully. I’ll need some assistance.”

“Okay! I’ll be back.”

You begin to clean the wound, retiring the little fragmenst of bone from between the exposed muscle with some tweezers.

“How bad.” Shigaraki is behind you, towering over your shoulder and you can feel his warmth on your cheek, as he winces watching the mess over the table.

“His arm is destroyed. I need to cut a little of bone, it’s too jagged to just close this, it could lead to an infection. Only after that I’ll be able to rearrange this mess.”  

“What do you need.”

You look at him worried. He’s covered in blood and for a moment you panic thinking that maybe he’s injured too.

“A-Are you al right?”

The question comes out as desperate product of your impossible nerves from having him so nearby. It caught him by surprise from the way his jaw clenches before answering.

“…I’m fine. What else do you need.”

Relief washes over you, so you return your eyes to the man over your kitchen table.

“I…my dad had a garden saw in the closet. Disinfect it the best you can. This is going to be nasty.”

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 When she’s finally done, it’s already 3 am.

Compress lays over the couch, finally sleeping after some gruesome scalpel work that lefts her panting from her quirk overuse, siting in the floor with her back against the front door.  

A thick trace of blood drifts down her nose, but she’s too tired to even care, so she just let her head rest on the cold wood.

Silence and shadows fill the apartment. The lights are off so Atsuhiro can sleep, but the lights of the street are enough to see inside the flat. In her room, twice and toga share the bed, already sleeping after helping with the cleaning. Her kitchen looks spotless under the moonlight, none could guess she just operated someone over the table with a gardening saw.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She asks with hooded eyes, her own conscience drifting slowly.

“…I told you I’m fine.”

Tomura watches her, leaning against the wall in front of her. She’s grown thinner and paler than the last time he stood in her home. Her bloodied clothing only accentuating her lack of color and the dark bags that rest under her sleepy eyes.

She stares back, neither of them wanting to look away, not when the three steps gap between them extends so wide and deep that it hurts. The notion of being face to face again stirs quietly inside of him and all his anger and dread goes silent now she’s there at the reach of his hand, and Tomura understand that he doesn’t know how to feel now.

Her stomach growls of hunger and her eyes open in embarrassment and surprise.

“Stop staring at me.” She mumbles cleaning her face with the back of her sleeve, getting up to walk over her kitchen.

“You were staring first.” He mumbles annoyed “whatever…” Before he can even walk to the door, she stops him dead on his tracks.

“You can stay…if you want.”

Tomura looks at her while she prepares a sandwich, trying to avoid his gaze at all costs to no avail. Her hand trembles as she tries to put some butter on her bread, giving away her internal turmoil, because as him, she doesn’t know how to feel about this sudden intrusion in her life. Again.

Well, at least he’s not he only one who feels awkward.

She laughs halfheartedly out of the blue.

“What’s so funny?” he asks looking at the wall, his voice mellow because he doesn’t have the energy to quarrel with her now. Not after everything that happen.

“It’s just…I swore I was going to choke you with my own hands next time I saw you.” She cannot stop the laughing.

He doesn’t know what to do with that statement, finding difficult to keep his distant mask now she’s trying to sound playful. He can feel his anger and awkwardness dissolving into something more bearable so he just smirks amused.

“Bare hands, huh? no quirk involved?”

“Yep. Acapella”

“And how is that working for you?” he asks, gravitating closer to her, standing at her side, very aware of the height difference between them as he leans to see her face better.

“Oh, fuck off.” She smiles.

“Ladies first.” He cannot contain the little smile that blossom in his face.  

Tomura feels his shoulders relaxing softly now. He falls in the ease of her company, the roaring turmoil he’s been feeding all these past weeks, going silent now that she’s finally close, smiling tired and lightheartedly.

It was this, and he almost forgot about it. It was the soft wittiness, the clever jokes and back and forth. He liked to talk to her because it was like playing a game, but somehow, he forgot between his bitterness and rage.

“Sandwich?” She asks, handling him half oh her own.

“…Thanks.”

They eat in silence. Atsuhiro’s breathing is the only sound in the house.

Tomura is tired, his eyelids weight heavy over his eyes, but this moment is enough to keep him awake, so in exchange he memorizes the smell of her home, her presence filling him softly and gently, calming the rage and the fury he’s been feeling over a month in a rare peaceful moment that feels dangerously too much like finally coming home.

What a stupid thought to think he could get rid of this sweet softness, the only one he’s ever felt. A foolish desire made of spite and bitterness in a place that can only be filled with their silent bond.

He feels the gap closing slowly, luring him to stay for the night. He should…he could...maybe this…

“I’ve missed you.” She whispers suddenly without looking at him, her eyes fixed in the wall in front of them.

Time stops and he whips his head so fast he could hear something crackling in his neck.

He definitely didn’t though about this when he woke up that morning.

“Like wise.” He raps swallowing hard, thinking about all the things his done in a month, realizing there was not a single minute of the day in which he did not think of her.

He’s truly smitten, isn’t he?  

“I’m sorry about what I said…i…I got nervous. I thought you would get mad, I just made it worse.”

“Why would you think that, huh? I thought I was pretty obvious.” He says, hiding his hands in his coat before changing his weight to the other leg.  

“Because you are a big bad villain, aren’t you? and I’m just…me.”

“Just you” he snorts “you managed to terrorize one of the most dangerous villains without even touching him. Just you is fine enough to deal with anyone. Even big bad villains.”

She smiles shyly.

“Shigar-“

“Tomura.” He interrupts, finally looking at her.

She looks beautiful under the pale light; the shadows of the night drawing angles and shapes on her face.

“Tomura.” She states, meeting his gaze and he delights in the way his name falls from her lips like a spell and less like a curse. She looks at him decided, certainty written all over her face and he knows she’s about to do something reckless. “I really like you.”

Tomura has learned his lesson. As he always does, so he absorbs her words and weighs them carefully inside his chest.

“A horrible decision, really.” He mocks back with a grin, closing the gap between them until he has her trapped between him and the kitchen counter. “Your parents never told you about big bad villains?” this time he asks close enough for her smell to fill his personal space as he gives her a hungry look, licking his lips.

“Oh, Fuck you.” She sighs laughing quietly.

“I hope you do.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you going to keep talking back or are you going to kiss me already?” She whispers feeling his warm breath against her lips.

He stops entranced with the way her eyes reflect the streetlights from the outside. He’ll think of her like this frozen in time and undercover darkness, just a silver string of light between the shadows of her home and his life.

Tomura kisses her hungry and desperate. His jagged lips bruising against her mouth, invading her, eager to feel her closer, but is not enough. Him yanking her against his chest, four fingers gripping tight over her wrist as his right arm encircle her waist is not enough. Feeling her hands clutching at his shirt pulling him is not enough. Sensing the motion of her rising cage as she began to suffocate is not enough.  

No, nothing is enough when he wants to split her chest open to hide inside her ribs, filling her with this feeling that’s been smothering him for too long.

He’s overwhelmed by this unforgiving desire that goes beyond anything physical. Is about the terrifying nature of the world that surrounds him, where she’s the only hideout that could contain his horror and everything that scares him about himself.

Like sensing his despair, she moves her hands to his face, caressing his jaw enamored with the shape of his face, the texture of his skin and the soft locks of white hair that brush over her fingers every time he tilts his head to kiss her deeper and deeper.

A low rumble fills his chest as she opens her mouth fully to him, giving him access to her warmth for him to gorge on her taste, terrifyingly close and needy.

She breaks contact searching for air, but he moves ever so little.

“The things I’ll do with that bickering mouth of yours” He whispers before biting her low lip, giving her a ravenous look.

“Like wise.”

He considers to just shove her against the wall and take her right there over the dishwasher, finally sinking his teeth on her skin, buried deeply in her; but since she was bleeding not long ago, tired and in desperate need of sleep, he keeps it gentle. They are both tired. Tired from the fight, tired from the operation, tired of this game of cat and mouse they’ve been playing for two months, so he shoves his animal instincts under the rug and treats the situation the same way he holds things carefully with his fingers.

Just this one time he promises, knowing he will go absolutely feral on her as soon as he has the chance. So, he just leans over and kisses her gently…surprised by his own tenderness and the warmth that fills him, something akin to happiness and peace.

Tomura nuzzles against her cheek before resting his face on her shoulder, the awful longing that’s been eating him alive finally shut down.

“Come.” She calls him softly, a ghost of a kiss burning over his lips before she tugs him by the hem of his coat, leading him to the spare room.

He follows her quietly, taking off his sneakers and coat before getting inside the little bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her, fists safely closed at her back.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” She asks merely a whisper, her lips delicately brushing his own.

His forehead rest against hers, her warmth inviting him to close his eyes and rest, lulling him silently into sleep.

“…yes.” He whispers as he drifts away, feeling the light touch of her lips kissing the scar over his mouth.

“Good.”

Chapter 14

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[seijojoh]

What is this? | S. Tomura

Pairing: Shigaraki x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Shigaraki realizes his personal feelings for you, finally. At first, he is terrified. Someone with his quirk isn’t possibly fit for love,,, right?

Warnings: a bit of angst here, a few curse words there!  A/N: Idea was taken from a friend off of discord, so enjoy the first post on this tumblr blog! Also, to give a bit of clarification, Shiggy’s quirk is still effective against the reader and highly dangerous! Caution is needed for both parties. 

Also I apologize of Tomura seems a bit ooc for this, I just kind of changed his personality a bit as I went because THIS IS HELLA SELF INDULGENT! <3

Enjoy! This was not proofread lolol

There are no manga spoilers, but there are a few S1-S2 spoilers if you have not watched the anime yet!

Shigaraki felt stupid. Dense, ignorant, absolutely mindless!

Why did it take him so long to realize how absolutely captivating you are? The way your smile seems to brush away the storm clouds that used to follow him everywhere he went. You were so gentle, so kind, so... good. Part of him was concerned why you followed him and the league. The potential you hold is incredibly high and he was happy he acknowledged it the first day you walked into the dingy bar. It was only a day after he kicked out Dabi and Toga for a much needed contemplation. Giran introduced you to him and the moment the overworked leader laid his beady red eyes on you, he knew you were worthy.

Granted, it did not show - at least he hoped not. Father was still on his face, blocking out his features from the crowd in front of him. He studied you carefully as you explained your reasoning for joining, and much to his surprise you were there for him and not Stain or his master. You claimed you had high hopes for the League of Villains and would follow him anywhere.

Although he did not audibly voice his thoughts, he simply nodded once and told Giran to show you out. You were confused of course, but assumed he did not want you there after all. Part of you panicked and worried that your request to join was denied, that was until he told you that he will be in contact.

That was seven months ago. Seven months of pure confusion and absolute torture. In that time, he was overwhelmed by his own injuries sustained from the USJ attack, the failed Nomu experiments and his master finally being taken into custody. While he worried and thought over the future of the league, you were always there to offer him help, whether it was a few words of advice, a lending ear, or a head pat (he swears he hates them, and does threaten to disintegrate your entire arm for touching it - yet, he cannot help but relax at the feel). 

Either way, he believed you were a plague in his mind that needed to be taken care of. By the time he sought out Kurogiri for guidance, the personal taxi for the LOV informed Tomura that he may have growing romantic feelings towards you. 

Shigaraki only scoffed and slammed his unfinished glass of scotch on the bar before getting up and storming out of the space. Pfft, what was he talking about? Shigaraki and feelings don’t mix. He was a firm believer that they clouded judgement and with that, he could not carefully plan out the future for his team. How the fuck can feelings help him plan out his plot to completely demolish hero society?! And another- wait, what are you doing? As he walked through the upper floor of the hide out, he saw you and a couple of the other LOV members sitting on the dingy couch. The same one that has been left abandoned and sitting here for years, but everyone swears it’s the most comfortable thing on the planet. Regardless, he noticed that you, Dabi, Toga, Spinner and Compress were all seated on the thing, staring at the TV placed on the credenza. 

You were wedged between Dabi and Spinner, Dabi’s arm was thrown over the back of the couch, his fingers gently thrumming over the old material absentmindedly. Although he was not physically touching you, Tomura could not help the twinge of.... anger that started to grow in the pit of his stomach. You looked so comfortable next to him, too. Your thighs were properly rubbing against each other (only due to Dabi’s incessant need to man spread and take up a bit of the space you silently needed), as well as your sides. It looked as if he was cuddling you and you did not seem to mind. Granted, he knows your particular love for physical affection but, out of all people? Dabi? Really?

Why was this asshole so close to you? I don’t like it. Should he dust his ass and be rid of him once and for all?!

Of course, you noticed his anger radiating off of his body in waves by the door. You turned your head in his direction and gave him a warm smile.

“Hey, we’re watching a few movies. Come join us!” You offered with the sweetest smile, back straightening in effort. The others caught onto their leader by the door, all of them sitting in quiet anticipation for what Shiggy might do. 

He felt awkward, anxious if you will. Never before did he have all of these eyes staring at him, waiting for a response no less. Damn you, look what you have done now! Now his heart is racing, a pink color spreading from his cheeks to the base of his neck. What the fuck is happening to him? And why the fuck isn’t Father on his face?

With a scoff, he mumbled a quick “no” before turning back around and heading to a space where he knew he could not get pissed off easily. 

Why does he feel this way? In his silent march back to his room, he kept replaying the beautiful smile that graced your lips. It made his heart flutter seeing it, reminding him of an innocent time that felt like it was lifetimes ago. Or the interest that sparked in your eyes as you noticed him for the first time. It was as if you were a small child, seeing a wonder for the first time. Every bit of attention you showed to this man did not go unmissed whatsoever.

In fact, he craved those little reactions, especially when he was feeling particularly overworked or just pissed off by everything something. Now he’s done it and practically shot down your innocent request just because he saw a burnt chicken sitting next to you as if you two were casual lovers. No, he should be the only one close to you like that. 

Your attention should be on him while you were comfortable at his side as he plays different rounds on his video games. Maybe you can sneak in a praise or two on how well he’s doing, or how cool his avatar looks, yanno? A movie could hardly do the trick in entertaining you in the ways he could. You only needed him....

And he only needed you.....

“Fuck,” he said once he shut the door to his room.

~

A few days after his silent revelation, Shigaraki has been characteristically quiet,,, but times 100. He hardly gets angry to the stupid shit Spinner spits out. Sometimes he’ll full out ignore the sly comments Dabi makes about upcoming missions. It was not like him and everyone knew it.

You seemed to have it worse. Every time you made a move to converse with him, he seemed to send you a hard glare that kept you away. Normally you can get past an occasional scowl or scoff sent in your direction, but the eyes he looked at you were filled with pure annoyance. It made you wonder if you are the cause of his anger. Did you say something unwarranted before? Was the progress made not sufficient enough for the singular leader? What?

The root of his anger was within himself, moreso his quirk. The strong effectiveness of destroying everything he touches pissed him off to no extent. Has he no control whatsoever? 

He was always careful, always keeping a pinkie finger or thumb raised on an object to keep it from being destroyed. Kurogiri suggested he purchased gloves with a few fingers cut out to allow him the ability to use his full hand, but that wasn’t enough for the man. He wanted, no needed, to use his full hand.

His private training started with little things: a napkin from the bar, a random door stopper found in the hallway, even a broken lamp found in the back alleyway of the hideout. He’d sit there and concentrate on his quirk, pleading with his own cells to turn off his quirk, even for a few seconds. By the time his digits would touch the objects, they’d all crumble mere moments later. To say he was irritated was an understatement. 

He’d concentrate on absolutely fuck all onto for his quirk to activate without much effort. Was he doomed to ruin everything he touched? Is this punishment for past crimes Tomura committed in another life? 

What’s the point of having a quirk that absolutely wrecks everything he touches? 

Staring at the small pile of ash on the floor (formerly known as an old bar-stool and an empty bottle of bleach), he knew this was your fate if these feelings persisted. Not being able to provide the physical contact he knew you’d love and he so desperately needed. 

Tomura never touched anyone that he liked. Hell, up until recently, he didn’t know he liked you. His touches often resulted in people getting erased and the cold sensations that would run through his spine whenever he did would leave him empty. He wanted things to be different, only because he knew you were different. 

You deserved something better, not.... this. 

Frustrated, Tomura grunted softly and picked up the empty plate he was getting ready to practice on next. With his pinkie raised, he gripped the ceramic item and threw it directly into the nearest wall. What he failed to notice was the chipped corner with sharp edges on the plate, and it effectively left a nasty cut in the space between his pinkie and ring finger.

Passing by, you heard the commotion coming from Shigaraki’s room. With a frown you knocked on the door. “Shigaraki? What’s going on in there?” There was a heavy amount of concern in your voice.

Shit.

He decided not to answer, hoping his silence coupled with his shitty attitude from the last few days would be enough to send you away. But, it didn’t.

“Hey, I’m coming in, okay?” You announced, barging into a space you knew you were not allowed in. He watched with wide eyes as you scanned the event in front of you. There was an unmissable pile of ash by his feet, a dent from which he tossed the plate as well as its shards scattered across the form. When her eyes landed on his form, she took notice of his his bleeding hand being cradled to his chest. “Here, allow me-”

“Go away, scram. I don’t need you here,” Shigaraki turned away stubbornly, walking stomping angrily to his desk in search for some form of napkin to soak up all the blood on his hand. He did not hear you walk up behind him, hand on his shoulder as a sign of your stubbornness.

“You’re bleeding,” you announced as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. As you crossed around him, you reached forward to take his hand but he recoiled away. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish?” He angrily snarled, taking a step back. With a huff, you pressed forward, still reaching for him.

“I’ll be fine. Just let me help,” your tone was soft and reassuring, which hardly helped in Tomura’s case. The hell were you thinking? If you carelessly grab him like that then surely you would crumble before him. Is breathing becoming too much of a hassle for you, or- 

Oh.

In the midst of Tomura’s silent panic, he felt the warmth of your hand cover his, your the backs of your hand gently rubbing over his in his attempt to curl his fingers. He was silently glad that he was wearing Father on his face, or you would see the insane blush washing over his cheeks; however he knew you could sense his complete and utter surprise. You were touching him... and it wasn’t a head pat.

No, this was an intimate skin to skin contact, your warmth contrasting his icy cold ones. On top of the warmth, he took note of how much softer your hands were against his rough textured ones, bringing him back to a time where he knew of what home felt like. A period in his life where he did not carry a heavy burden or the people around him look to him for all of the answers, no.

He just stared at you silent shock, his red eyes still blown wide.

“I’m okay, see. Nothing to worry about, okay?” Your voice was soft, lulling him to a much more calm state. “I’ll be careful with your fingers. I’ll just patch up the cut,” and there goes that damned smile. Whenever it was directed at him, he knew he lost the internal battle before it even began. It was just your effect on him.

He only nodded, tentatively watching the space where your hands were touching to commit this moment into memory and to make sure he did not accidentally touch you. With his green light, you were quick to jump to his aid, using whatever he had in his office to get the cut to stop bleeding and to patch it up with a band-aid.

“There we go,” you turned his hand over in your palm, fingers ghosting over the rough texture of them. He stared at you with an incredulous expression, ready to promptly kick you out but you beat him to it. “While I don’t have your quirk, I can understand it may seem like a bogus one to have. I don’t know what it’s like to constantly be on alert from something like that, but I have confidence that you will use it to lead us to greatness.”

There you go, saying cute and motivational shit again, boosting his ego and giving him words of affirmation. How the hell should he respond to that?

In his moments of silence, your smile did not falter once. You looked at him with so much adoration and care, Tomura could not help the rise in his heart race as you stared at him like that.

Without saying anything, Tomura lifted his non bruised hand (now wiped clean from the dripping blood from earlier), and used his knuckles to stroke the softness of your cheek. You did not flinch away once, instead leaning further into his touch, no matter how soft the action was. 

Even though he knew he could not touch you in the way he wanted, he found this small action of endearment to be just as effective. It burned away all of the negative emotions he has been harboring recently, leaving comfort in its wake. The sentiment surely pleased you seeing as though you were closer than before, your chest nearly pressed into his.

Maybe this physical affection thing can work out with him after all. ~

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[arkus-rhapsode]

MHA Chapter 266 Discussion: The Character of Twice, His Arc, and What I think of Horikoshi’s Decision

So this is a post I wanted to wait on making. Not because I didn’t have anything to say. No, it was more that I wanted to let the recent events settle in. Because as of chapter 266, we have witnessed a big shake up in the world of MHA.

And I wanted to cover the character it concerns and discuss his history, as well as what I felt about it and if I agree with what Horikoshi decided to do.

Which is why I need to say that this is spoilers.

As it appears, Twice, one of the longest members of the League of Villains has died. Killed by Hawks in the raid on the Paranormal Liberation Front’s base. Twice was apparently a high profile target given his quirk’s power, with the hero association giving the order to Hawks to neutralize him.

Now this has... Upset some people. Twice is known to be one of the more beloved characters in the fandom. His Deadpool like antics coupled with his unabashed sincere personality had made him an easy to identify character. But he was more than that. And lets look back on that for a moment.

Twice was more than a villain, he was a character. He was more than just a obstacle that the protagonists would have to overcome. He wasn’t Muscular or Mustard, he had more layers to him.

In chapter 115, as the lead in to what would be the Yakuza arc, its Twice who narrates his own views on life and his own backstory. Why he is the way he is.

Its a gritty peak into Twice’s backstory. He’s someone who will never know if he’s real and the closest thing he has now to friends are the League of Villains.

This kinship he has and seeks plays a large role in the Yakuza arc, as Twice unintentionally causes the death of the League member, Magne. Unlike some villains who make a decision that backfires, Twice doesn’t do some “I swear revenge!” No, Twice blames himself. This was his friend and he got her killed.

He’s torn up. Hurt. Not made better by his previously mentioned fragil mental state. And in the end, gets to avenge Magne by ruining the Yakuza from the inside, leading to Overhaul’s defeat.

We next see the league in the fantastically done Meta Liberation Army arc, where Twice and the League are called out to fight the aptly named Meta Liberation Army. Twice is targeted by the Liberator, Skeptic, for his quirk. Twice’s double is powerful, but he limits himself due to his past.

Skeptic preys upon this and attacks Twice with clones of his own.

Twice breaks down as he’s practically helpless in this scenario and we see the beginning of Twice’s descent.

Twice’s fall into crime is much different from Toga and Shigaraki’s. Verbally acknowledged by ReDestro and Skeptic. Unlike Toga and Shigaraki whose destructive urges were exacerbated thanks to society, Twice was just a normal person who made wrong mistake and he just kept falling.

Skeptic’s puppets break Twice’s arms, yet doing so unintentionally answers Twice’s greatest question, he is in fact the real Twice. Twice, no longer afraid of his own powers develops the technique of Sad Man’s Parade, where he doubles himself ad infinitum. It overwhelms the Liberators and gives the League a fighting chance.

Now that Twice has finally achieved his answer for his identity, all that’s left for him is to now achieve his goal of being useful to his friends. Not only does he now have a place as one of the lieutenants of the Paranormal Liberation Front and a leader of the BLACK squad, but he has full control of his freakishly strong quirk.

He even reveals these feelings anxiously to Hawks, who he befriends in the Army.

Oh dear...

Yes, unfortunately, Twice has done it again and inadvertently put his friends in danger. He tries to fight back against Hawks but its ultimately not enough, not helped by the hideout of the PLF falling around them.

Hawks notes that Twice’s quirk makes him incredibly dangerous. Him being an enemy of society would surely be disastrous. He can either leave the PLF and reform or die. Well as I’ve pointed out, Twice is more than your typical villain. Twice genuinely cares for the people he’s with and will never betray them. Hawks is ultimately left with no choice but to end Twice.

This seems to be thrown into flux when Dabi enters the picture and gets Twice out, but Twice still has his goal. To be useful for his friends. Twice makes clones to assist Toga and Compress in the battle, yet that moment where he finally helps his friends, he is killed by Hawks.

I bring up that long recap not to remind you of the obvious, but rather to show you just why Twice would be a beloved character. Twice was more than just someone with an identifiable personality and design that the head canon community could latch onto. Twice was a character, a damn good one at that. Its easy to see how he would garner a fanbase.

Which is why I do not blame anyone for being upset at his death. He was a fully fleshed out character. And this is ultimately the reason why I was okay with his death.

Twice was a character, and like all good characters, he had an arc. Horikoshi is made quite a unique cast of villains when they seem to be evolving alongside the heroes. They were truly antagonists, an opposing force to the protagonists.

Yet with an arc comes closure. Every character who goes along the path of their arc is trying to reach a goal, their story will end when that goal is achieved. As previously seen in the first ever look into Twice’s past, he is haunted by the question of “Is he the real Jin or just a clone?”

Twice lives in a fragile state of fearing he is not real and will vanish if he’s hurt too much. This erratic thinking contributes to the his own incompetence. Making bad decisions that ultimately hurt those around him and send him downwards. Twice is clearly bothered by those kinds of mistakes, evident by his own past before his choice to become a criminal.

But when Twice finally got his answer of if he was real or not, then he was already half way down with his journey. All there was left was for him to become useful? What was Hori gonna do? Have Twice become hyper competent? Use that hideously overpowered quirk of his to constantly give the villains an edge. When they already have Gigantomachia, a Nomu creating doctor, quirk killer bullets, etc?

Or was Twice going to keep making mistakes? This gubber in the army of society toppling villains? Was he just gonna be a joke to be exploited?

Well we got our answer, Twice does finally get to be useful to his friends, but all too in character does it comes with bad luck. Twice achieved his final goal, but only through self destruction.

To me, this was the best way for the character to go out. His story was done, and instead having him hang around and take up space or force Horikoshi into a corner, he was removed. But if removal was what was called for, couldn’t Horikoshi simply put Twice in jail like Stain?

Well no. Unlike Stain who still has unfinished business, I don’t think simply Twice helping his friends but getting caught would work with the Twice wanting to be useful. He would now be a new burden. With his erratic behavior, he could unintentionally spill the beans about the PLF and put his friends in danger. And being locked in a cage would keep him from being to help them from that blunder.

I think fitting with Twice’s bad luck, the time he is finally useful, would be the time people finally were able to stop worrying about him. And the only way to do that was through his demise.

Now there are those also unhappy with the fact that this seems like Horikoshi was trying to remove him because Twice would be too much of a force to defeat in battles. This would be especially wasteful of given he had just gotten his power up. Now this is where I have to give speculation, so forgive me for theorizing against that legitimate criticism.

You’d be right, it is wasteful, yet I do believe Horikoshi has bigger plans to not let Twice’s power go to waste. In the Meta Liberation arc, it was more than Twice who got a power-up, but so did Toga. Toga had gained the power to mimic the power of those who’s blood she had taken. Not just their form.

During the Yakuza arc, Twice and Toga were paired together, with his final act being to protect Toga. It would not be a stretch that due to their connection, Toga would make it so that Twice could live through her. But thanks to her limitation of her quirk to take other forms, it would make an added limitation to Twice’s quirk.

As I said, I can only offer speculation on that, but if Horikoshi intends to go that route, then bravo. But even beyond that, I still agree with this decision. I would rather see a character I love have closure and finality than artificially lengthened to match the series run time.

But if you’re still upset or mad at Horikoshi at what he did, I don’t blame you. As I hope I made painstakingly clear, Twice was a character worth feeling something for and Hori was an author who gave that character life. People should be sombre or angry or satisfied, because Hori made a character worth feeling anything about.

Now maybe you understand everything that I’ve written already, but just because you understand what Hori is going for doesn’t mean you agree with it. That was my reaction to Deku having multiple quirks. I understood what Hori was doing and get what he was going for, but I don’t agree with it as I thought it hurt the story more than helped it. For some reading this chapter, they probably felt the same.

I can’t offer any words to change that view if you have it. It is yours. But as for me, I think Horikoshi made an incredible character, and like all good characters he had an arc, and like all good stories, Twice’s story ended with his arc. But the story of MHA is still hasn’t ended yet.

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*✧･ﾟ━━envy,

shigaraki tomura has always been left in the shadows. he accepted early, that life was an ever-flowing stream: people moved forward and he was just a rock, a hitch in the waters. he was always content to stay that way, until you came into his life and brought with you the devil in his eyes. now, he won’t be so mellow. part of my ‘seven deadly sins’ anthology.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; yandere! shigaraki tomura, the lov, a poor friend

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; yandere & unhealthy relationships & death & knives & manipulation & torture & shigaraki has big bad thoughts (involving murder) & jealousy & my gross overuse of ampersands and hyphen-minuses.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; tumblr’s turning me into an html coder i swear. gonna be hacking databases soon, everyone watch out- 👀

You brought them, Shigaraki noted as you swung open the metal door to the League’s newest hideout. No, you hadn’t just brought them, you were holding them, arm in arm, like some kind of—.

Like some kind of couple.

Shigaraki had been tolerating it ever since you convinced him to let your creature of a ‘friend’ join his League. Hell, he hadn’t even noticed your two’s closeness until he overheard Toga and Dabi commenting on it, yet, when he did, he couldn’t help but feel the bile in his gut simmer every time he saw you two together.

Admittedly, he had brushed all of this under the carpet, steering his thoughts back to the undermining and then destruction of hero society. After all, the innovators of socio-political reformations didn’t envy a irrelevant pawn. The grand boss did not weep over a lost romance with a side character.

Shigaraki was more than that.

Shigaraki was better than that.

Shigaraki had never considered himself a knife person. He never really considered himself a weapons person in general. Sure, he had a few replica swords which cost way too much money that he stuffed into his closet back in Kamino Ward, but he had never used a weapon as a tool for when he need to get the job done.

That was more of Toga and Spinner’s forte and a weapon was an exercise in futility when one had a Quirk which could crumble flesh to dust. 

Even so, Shigaraki had to admit that using his Quirk on your friend would be much too easy. He had come to this conclusion upon seeing your friend place their slimy hand against the swell of your hip, rubbing it gently which sent you into a flurry of laughter. 

Perhaps a knife wasn’t so bad after all.

Your smile is the worst thing about this ordeal, Shigaraki decides.

When you first joined, you gave Shigaraki a small smile that made his heart flutter against his ribs. He thought himself special, that that smile was only reserved for himself. All that stopped when he first observed you giving that same smile to Toga; then Magne and Twice; then Compress and then Spinner and Dabi and finally your little friend.

Toga, Magne and Twice he wasn’t too bothered by, all of them were amicable with the rest of the League and they seemed to attract the rest of the members to themselves like magnets. It was only natural that you got along with them, surely.

With Compress, he was irked. He was irked by his magic routines and he was irked by your constant awe-filled glimmer in your eyes whenever he performed one. A trick, Shigaraki convinced himself, he’s a trickster—he doesn’t deserve you... But I do.

He found Spinner quite puzzling. You had gone out of your way to break the lizard out of his shell and, in that regard, Shigaraki was annoyed that you had invested your time bonding with someone that wasn’t him. And yet, Spinner and Shigaraki had a silent brotherhood amongst each other: a bro-code if he were an obnoxious frat-boy. And, over video games and tabletop sessions, Shigaraki realised: Spinner was no true competition, not when held against—

Dabi, Shigaraki gritted his teeth. He was the wild card, the wrench in his perfect plans. He was always there with a snide comment and his shoulders slouched whenever he spoke with Shigaraki. When he was with you, however, he took on another demeanour: the demeanour of a suave bachelor, looking for the next person who’s heart he would eat. 

He was particularly touchy with you, an arm slung over your shoulder; hand on your head, rubbing it. Worst of all were the whispered conversations he’d have with you when you two were hidden in some corner of the hideout and your echoing laughter and the way Dabi would angle his head to look at Shigaraki with those electrifying eyes. 

He knows, Shigaraki thought, he’s playing with you, he’s playing with me. And, somehow, that made him even angrier, but also calmed his nerves. Dabi wouldn’t take this seriously, Shigaraki realised, if I don’t take this seriously. The key to chasing Dabi off lay in your little friend.

Dabi was both one of the strongest and weakest link in the League. His Quirk made him priceless in the grand scheme of things, though his loyalty wasn’t absolute. He could very well win the League the game just as he sold them out to any vigilante that came running. Still, his Quirk at least put him ahead of your friend.

Your friend—who was distracting you from your assignments.

Your friend—who’s loyalty was only based on if you were still in the game.

Your friend—who was constantly fucking everyone else over during engagements because they’re tunnel vision constricted them to look out for the safety of themselves and you as opposed to the safety of the team.

Your friend—who’s Quirk might as well have been the ability to piss water compared to the multitude of useful powers simmering with the League.

They were the weakest link.

They needed to go.

And he’d need Dabi to ensure their departure.

“You’re real crazy you know that, boss?” Dabi had drawled when Shigaraki had first propositioned him for the task. ”But what do I have to do with it? Isn’t she your girl?”

Shigaraki tried to keep the emotion from rising to his face, “No.” He said, cold as frost. “I’ve seen the way you act with her,” Shigaraki almost bit his tongue as he recited his rehearsed lines. “Don’t you want to get rid of the common denominator in all our problems?”

“I don’t have anything against them,” Dabi retorted, though his spine and jaw were stiff and his lips whispered something that his vocal chords did not speak.

“Not after they insulted your scars or when they jumped in front of you during our raid and blamed you when they got burned?” Only the latter was true, the former Shigaraki could only draw from his own insecurities. “I never pegged you for the forgiving type, Dabi.”

The flame-user’s face darkened, eyes glowing a pure blue. “What did they say about my scars?” 

Jackpot, Shigaraki thought. Dabi was always one to tease and a fair bit of the League would retort to those chaff by teasing his scars, but Shigaraki had seen the way his eyes would narrow or how he’d cringe slightly at every scar-related epithet.

“I overheard them, on the phone, a few days ago. They said it was a bother to look at you, that you were a detriment to the League with your attitude,” Shigaraki was never good at speaking, never good at manipulating someone, but his obsession was driving him toward you. He was always going towards you. “But, I think we both know who the real detriment is.”

“Right,” Dabi mutters as he shoves his hands in his pants. “I’ll have them by tomorrow, just let me get one in first. I want to make them look just like me.”

Shigaraki rasped and raked his fingers across his neck, “Whatever.”

Dabi, true to his word, had made them look like him. In fact, they were so scarred up that Shigaraki could barely get a piece of pristine skin to ruin. They didn’t last very long, all things considered and Dabi’s fire reduced them to ashes in the wind—not a trace left.

You were devastated, of course, sobbing on Shigaraki’s shoulder as you explained how your friend hadn’t called in two weeks. Soon, Shigaraki told himself, those weeks would turn into months and months into years. Your dear friend would fade from the League’s memory and, with time, yours. 

He would be the beacon in your time of darkness: just like his Sensei had been for him and you’d forget that this ever occurred.

Because, in truth, it never happened.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tw: yandere #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: torture #tw: death #🙴 my work.

[coffeeew]

do you love me? | wen junhui

❀ → genre: |fluff | school au! |

❀ → synopsis: Everyone knows how much they like each other. They know the feeling is mutual but they are just too scared to ruin it, too shy to say it and too terrified to make it formal because of the feeling that it´s just too good to happen.

❀ → pairing: jun x female reader

❀ → warnings!: swearing | mention of alcohol consumption | my first language it´s clearly not English, excuse any grammar mistakes.

❀ → word count: 3.3K

 ❀ → note: I don´t know if it´s offensive that I upload this while the whole situation involving some of the members is going on since I´m not part of the culture that´s being affected, if it is, please let me know and I will take it down and upload it when the apology is given. Treat People With Kindness Loves.

You raised your head from the cave made by your arms when you felt the scent of coffee coming into your nose.

"Brought you Starbucks."

Said the boy sitting in front of you and smiling slightly.

"Thanks."

You responded with a raspy voice because of your lack of sleep since you had to finish an extremely large essay for your writing class at around four am and your first class of the day was at eight am. So now you were here, with an empty stomach, looking horrible, feeling even worst, and wanting to just pass away on top of the table.

Minghao sat in front of you and sipped into his cup with that green logo printed on it. It was unfair, he probably was in the same situation as you but still looked stunning with his beige turtle neck and his light brown coat. You frowned and opened your eyes, almost offended by the fact that the bags that were supposed to be under his eyes were barely noticeable and his hair looked good even though it was kind of messy. 

"God must hate me."

You told yourself while graving the cup that he had brought you, noticing that was a caramel macchiato. He brought me my favorite drink, I can´t get mad at him.

"What was that for?"

He asked with a laugh due to your comment. You sipped into the cup and raised one of your eyebrows.

"Cause I look like fricking trash while you´re looking like a fashion model on a runway, and we both got the same sleeping hours."

"But I literally grabbed the first things I saw." 

You pressed your lips together making them into a straight line while raising your eyebrows. There are two choices, or he was lying or all his closet was filled with good clothes that made him look like a drama protagonist. 

"Yeah, that made me feel better."

Your lips suddenly curling into a fake smile and he just laughed. Is my misery that funny?

"You look okay, don´t be dramatic."

"It´s me, What do you expect?"

The black-haired boy was about to respond when two hands slammed into the cafeteria table both of you were sitting on making a loud stud.

"I got an A+ on my Calculus Test!"

The male voice hollered making you jump in your place while Minghao smiled again and raised his hands in the air, giving the brown-haired boy a thunderous high five.

"That´s my boy!"

You looked at both guys with a "what the fuck" expression while they hugged. Were you the only one who thought that greeting someone like that wasn´t appropriate and that it could cause you a fricking heart attack?!

"Uhm... Excuse me but what the actual fuck?"

Jun looked at you with an excited smile in his face that faded a little bit by your comment. You felt a small heartache by watching how the slight shine is his eyes faded a little bit as well.

"I didn´t mean it like that! Like, I´m excited for you but you almost made me have a heart attack."

You said by standing up and walking towards the brown-haired boy and wrapping your arms around him.

"I´m sorry."

He responded with a slight murmur. You felt bad now, you didn´t mean to ruin the mood but you were feeling a little bit like shit because of your lack of sleep and the terrible headache that was starting to form in the front of your head. That was obviously no excuse to treat him like that and literally ruin the moment but you didn´t think about it and just opened your mouth, terrible mistake.

"It´s okay, just... don´t scream and slam your hands into a table as a greeting next time.”

You slightly pulled away just to see his face and give him a warm smile. Now you felt a little better, seeing him so excited about something that he worked for made you feel almost like a proud mother, except that fact that if you were his mother you would be liking your son and that´s definitely disgusting and sick and.... your thoughts were getting off the topic.

“I´ll invite you to eat meat as a celebration, okay?"

He nodded and you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead just to then giggle about his surprised expression.

"I´m going to get tired of third-wheeling one of these days"

Minghao was looking at both of you with a burlesque smile. You felt a slight blush come up your cheeks and you couldn´t help to just laugh as Jun hit the back of Minghao´s head by the embarrassment.

The laugh coming from your mouth was almost inevitable. Seungkwan, Soonyoung, Solji, Jihoon, Seokmin and you were at Vernon´s place, he had planned a "party" with some friends. Actual university parties weren´t as movies painted it, just a bunch of drunk friends playing stupid games and singing to the top of their lungs to "dancing queen" by ABBA or "bohemian rhapsody" by Queen. But right now you weren´t going to get drunk yet since some people were still missing, so Solji decided it was a good idea to put the comic trio of Booseoksoon into a game of guessing songs, and jeez, the were competitive as heck.

It was really funny overall watching how they screamed and pushed each other or shut themselves to say the answer. You and Jihoon were watching from afar laughing your asses off. Everything was okay until you, being the scandalous laugher you are, started clapping and leaning to the front as you laughed, causing you to fall into your knees and end up on the floor. You wrapped your hands around your stomach, it was starting to hurt because of the constant tension in the area due to your laughter.

You felt the tears in your eyes and since you made all the attention go to you when you fell, Solji ran to you and kneeled in front of you, making you sit and graving your shoulders, she started shaking you, telling you to calm down since it was the game´s "finals" and they needed to concentrate.

You ended up calming yourself and Soonyoung ended up winning the game. Vernon finally entered the room with some bottles of alcohol and told Seokmin to go get the beer that was on the kitchen´s counter.

"There are taking way too long."

You said while looking at the clock on your phone. Minghao and Jun hadn´t gotten there yet and they were the only ones missing.

"Should I text them?"

You whispered to yourself.

"You worry too much, they said they were going to be a bit late."

Said Solji while sitting beside you and sliding her arms into your shoulders, giving you a little squeeze. You bite your bottom lip, feeling a little bit anxious.

"Yeah, but a little late is not forty-five minutes."

"Actually Minghao told me they were going to be late because Jun was going to pick him up and he lives kinda far from here."

Answered Vernon, sitting on the floor in between Seungkwan´s legs. You pressed your lips together and tried to wash away all the bad thoughts and try to concentrate on your friends´ words.

"It´s cute seeing how much you worry about him."

You looked in Soonyoung´s direction, just to see him sipping into a can of beer.

"Well they´re my friends, I obviously worry about them."

"You know what I´m talking about."

"No, I don´t?"

Soonyoung rolled his eyes with a smile in his face.

"You can fool yourself but can´t fool us y/n, no one else in this room is as worried as you are about them, and we both know you are mostly worried about one of them."

You were going to protest but Solji talked first.

"I still don´t understand why you both aren´t dating. You like each other and I´m sure you both know about each other's feelings."

The heat started going up your face until you couldn´t take it anymore and just pulled your legs into your chest and hid your face between them, wrapping your arms around them.

"I just- I know he likes me and I think he knows I like him but us dating can go wrong in so many ways. I don´t want to ruin our relationship with a breakup."

You talked out loud for them to hear your muffled words throughout your legs. Solji started caressing your back and you were way too embarrassed to raise your head and comfort your friends' faces. You´ve never said that out loud to them, only to the cute Rilakkuma plushie Jun had given to you on a Valentine´s Day as a "friendship" gift, but it was way different to say it to your close group of friends.

"It´s understandable that you feel like that, you know it, right?"

You expected everyone to talk but the voice you heard.

"You already have a beautiful relationship with him and you feel like the fact that dating him could be that kind of relationship but without compressing some feelings may seem too good to be true, isn't it?"

You slowly raised your head and nodded into Jihoon´s direction, he wasn´t looking into your eyes, and you knew he wouldn´t but you already appreciated the fact that he was speaking to you in a way that he hadn´t before. He was really reserved and you both never been that close even though being in the same circle of friends, and you kind of felt closer to him when he started talking in such a serious way towards you.

"I understand it, and everyone does, but think about this. If you don´t speak up about this and try to have something with him, someone else is going to do it, and maybe he could fall in love with that someone and you are just going to be left with the thought of something that actually never was something, you know what I mean?"

Your teeth were bitting hard into your bottom lip again as you nodded. You know that was true, and you had thought about it some times but as you looked more into it, the more scary the thought of losing the one that could be the love of your life, only because you were scared.

"I-"

The sound of the doorbell interrupted you. Vernon looked at you, like looking for approval, you just nodded and he stood up, walking out of the living room.

"Just have that in thought, right now let´s have fun, okay?"

The warm smile that Jihoon gave you made you feel a strange wave of calmness through your body, you responded with another smile, more of a "thank you" smile than a warm one, but he got it.

"hello"

The two guys greeted as they entered the room and as it was meant to happen, Jun´s eyes were already looking at you when you did, he was slightly frowning and you noticed he might have seen how you smiled to Jihoon. You just made a gesture with your hand, indicating there was nothing to worry about making him nod and start to greet everyone, finishing with you, leaving a small kiss on your forehead and sitting beside you.

"So what are we doing?"

"Are you almost finished?"

You placed the cup of tea on the small coffee table that was in the middle of Jun´s living room. He was sitting on the floor, with his laptop on the coffee table as he was writing at a pretty fast pace. He was writing an assignment for a class that you´ve already forgotten the name of. You were in his house mainly because you needed the English dictionary you had borrowed him, but ended up staying with him to, in his words,  "keep him sane during this night." You sat beside him and passed your hand through the hair that was in his forehead, pulling it back.

"Yeah, now I just have to write all the sources that I got the information from.... and that´s like fifty-three different web pages."

He let out a sigh from his mouth and rolled his head, making his neck crack as he let out a small holler of pain. You bit your bottom lip and sighed as you grabbed the cup of tea and extended it to him. He looked at it and gave you a small smile while taking the teacup and sipping into it.

"Thanks."

You shook your head, indicating him not to even bother about it.

"It´s okay, but I think you should rest a little bit, you can finish it tomorrow."

This time the one shaking his head was him.

"I have to finish this now or I´ll never do it."

"Jun, come on, you´ve been sitting here for almost four hours without looking away from the screen, let yourself rest and finish it tomorrow, please."

He seemed to think about it for a couple of seconds until he let out a kind of short sigh and nodded.

"Ok, but you are going to sleep here."

You raised your brows in surprise. It wasn´t the first time you stayed in his house, but the last time you had your bag with clothes and the sleepover had a purpose, like watching a movie you both wanted to see or a series you wanted to watch together, but today, there wasn´t any movie or series or anime or event. 

"But I don´t have other clothes with me."

You responded, trying to avoid staying there, it wasn´t like you didn´t want to do it or you felt uncomfortable with it, but you were nervous about it, you always were, but this time you didn´t have a couple of days to prepare yourself mentally about the fact that you were staying in your "crush´s" home. 

"I can borrow you some sweat pants and you´ll wear one of my hoodies or something. Please, I wanna see Avengers End Game with you."

"Again?"

"Pleaaaseee."

He whined while shaking your arm a little bit. You ended up agreeing and now you were in Jun´s bedroom restroom. You were looking at yourself in the mirror with a sweat pant that didn´t fitted into him anymore and a white hoodie that had a weird illustration on the back, it was kind of big on you, enough for it to go a little past the half of your thighs and for your hands to become sweater paws. You were there just staring and thinking about Jihoon´s words.

"Should I say it today?"

You asked yourself in a whisper then licked your dry lips and putting the hoodie´s cap up and pulling the strings. I´m such a coward. 

"Are you okay y/n? You´ve been there for a while."

You opened your eyes on surprise and pulled the hood down, arranging your messy hair and graving your folded clothes into your arms, then walking into the door and opening it.

"Yeah, I just.... needed to pee."

Jun nodded and smiled slightly.

"You can put your clothes on the desk right there."

He said while pointing into the desk´s direction. You nodded and walked to it, placing your folded clothes on top of it. When you turned to face Jun again something unexpected happened.

"Boo."

His face was in front of yours as he whispered the words. You let out a small squeak as you jumped away from him, pushing his face away in the process.

"Ouch?"

He said with a little giggle. 

"You stupid piece of shit."

You said just to then start slapping his arm slightly. He just laughed as you whined about how dangerous that could´ve been, like you falling and hitting your head against the desk or something.

"Okay I´m sorry~ I honestly didn´t think you´d even jump since you don´t get usually scared with jumpscares."

"Videogames and movies are different from a human face just popping in front of your´s IN REAL LIFE."

"I´m sorry."

He said quietly, making a puppy face that was honestly kind of weird but since you were so fricking whipped for him, it was like a mortal weapon against you. You snorted and rolled your eyes and hugged him, he responded to your hug almost immediately and kissed the top of your head. And then it hit you, like, R E A L L Y hit you, the fact that if you didn´t speak up now, he could find someone else to do this with as fast as tomorrow. You felt kind of overwhelmed by that, making your grip looser and looser until you weren´t giving the hug back anymore.

Jun pulled away and looked at you, frowned eyebrows and worried eyes.

"What´s wrong?"

He asked while looking at your face, searching for any sign of sadness or hurt, but it was just blank, which made him way more worried.

"I... I need to talk with you about something."

You said in a murmur. He tilted his head slightly but ended up nodding.

"Let´s sit down."

He directed you into the end of the bed and you sat down in there, telling yourself if you were actually gonna do this. He sat beside you, keeping a little distance, you knew he was waiting for you to talk, but you felt like your tongue had been pulled out of your mouth and your lips stitched together. You gulped and cleared your throat, breathing in and sitting correctly. You can do this,  I can do this.

"I like you, we both know that, right?"

You said, taking enough courage to look up and stare into his eyes. He pressed his lips together and nodded slightly.

"And we both know that... that you also have some kind of feeling towards me and that we have this weird "more than friends" relationship that everyone knows about."

You breathed in yet again, feeling how your chest was compressing due to the nervousness and your nails were starting to press roughly into your palms because of the anxiety. 

"I talked about this with the guys and Jihoon told me something that has been on my head since I first started liking you."

You felt how his hands landed on top of yours, caressing and pulling your fingers open for you not to press into your palms. Your breathing stopped when you felt the touch.

"I´ve never said anything because I was scared to ruin what we already had. I felt like it was impossible for us to be more than friends because it was already perfect and the fact that it could get better just seems way too... too."

"Impossible?"

You nervously laughed for not being able to remember and pronounce such an easy word.

"Yeah... Bu then Jihoon said that if I didn´t try and if I didn´t stop being a scardey cat, someone else was going to do it. And that´s even scarier as selfish as it sounds, but not only because I had lost the chance to be with the person I consider the love of my life, but the fact that I lost it because I didn´t speak up about my feelings."

You felt your voice become shaky at the last words, and that´s when you noticed the tears flooding your eyes that now were staring at the ground again.

"Hey..."

You felt Jun´s hands cup your face, making it look in his direction, he raised it and left a single but long kiss in your forehead, then he gave you a warm smile, making you sob and letting the tears go down your face.

"No, don´t cry, it´s okay y/n."

"I´m sorry."

"Don´t be sorry, I´m actually happy you were the one that spoke up about this. If I had done it, it would be a mess. Can you imagine me literally showering in my sweat because of the nerves I would have?"

"That´s disgusting."

You laughed. He smiled again.

"But I made you laugh."

"You are stupid."

"Oh, you love me."

"I... I do."

"And I do too."

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[monst]

ya know... its almost new year... and theres no better way to spend the last moments of the decade than with the league of villains and our chaotic family! pretty please??

Well it is New year’s day so here ya go :P

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A New kind of Madness:

Lov of villains that make an appearance – Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Kurogiri, Twice, Compress, and you!

This probably won’t make sense if you haven’t read Thanksgiving with the LOV or Christmas with the LOV.

Warnings: More shenanigans, More crack, Suggestive comments? Cursing and crude/dark joke ^.^ dumbassery. I wonder will your family and league family start off right this year???

                 To say you felt more deeply connected with the league was an understatement. After they had spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with you and your family it seemed as thought you guys were bonded intimately. And, everyone seemed to be in a much better mood. You thought it was because they we’re finally eating better as you had kept your end of the promise and, started making them food.

               Mr. Compress had managed to find your uncle a job and your Aunt… Well your aunt now loved to hang out at the pub with you all…. It was awkward at first. You saw a lot more of Spinner that was for sure. Dabi… Well after what happened with your female cousins’ friend you thought that they would never be down to fuck again. Apparently not... It was amusing how your villain family was mixing with your blood family.

               Things were running so smoothly that you actually didn’t mind them coming over for New Year’s Eve. But you wished they would have shown at least some enthusiasm about it. “So, Guys your all invited to my Fam’s apartment for New Year’s!” The responses were a combination of “We know” and “Your aunt already invited us” “I was gonna go anyways.” Yup they were very comfy with your family….

               When you got home that day you received the usual commentary. “Did you bring the weed?” For the last time no. “I keep telling you to dress sexier how are you going to attract the heir if you don’t use your assets!” I’m not trying to seduce the leader of the league of villains. LEAGUE OF VILLAINS DAMMIT!! We run serious business it’s not a fucking social club! “Ew your trying to attract that rat? Just spread yourself open I bet he’ll come running. No class, and fucking nasty, he’s perfect for you (Name)!” Fuck you, cheap ass whore.

               Just as you were removing your jacket the door was being knocked upon. It surprised you as the members had always arrived a bit late. You opened the door to see Toga, Twice, Dabi and Sinner. You had told them that they had arrived a bit early but none of them seemed to mind easily making themselves at home. Spinner went to sneak up on your male cousin who was playing a game on his phone.  When the lizard like man had kissed his cheek, your cousin let out a high-pitched shriek the likes man kind had never heard before. Spinner was then met with hostility from your flustered cousin who punched the cosplayer’s arm.

               Toga and Twice had already claimed the remote and were shifting through channels on the television. “Oooo Let’s watch this one~” “No I want to watch this one. You picked a shitty show.” There bickering was quickly settled when they saw a horror comedy start. Dabi on the other hand…. You looked round the apartment for him. You could hear that he wasn’t with your other cousin but that also meant you didn’t know where he was.

               It was then that you put two and two together. Your uncle was also missing. With an annoyed groan you called out your uncle’s name. He replied with a choked up ‘What?’. You really hoped that they weren’t doing what you thought they were doing. The noise had emanated from the fire escape and Lord knows you were a bit hesitant to peek outside. You didn’t want to be scarred. “W-what are you two doing out there?”

               “Smoking a blunt what else would we be doing?” Your uncle replied. “Yeah, He’s not my type.” Dabi puffed leaning his head inside the window to blow out a ring into your face. You waved it away with a frown. “I swear if the neighbors call the cops on you one more time!” You heard your aunt yell as she stomped her way over. She held up a spatula to their faces threatingly “If both of you don’t put that shit out right now, we’re going to have a problem.”

               “Shut the fuck up sis you never had a problem with it before.” You uncle scowled. “Didn’t we smoke one together three days ago.” “That’s different you buffoon, today we’re welcoming the New Year right!! That and we can’t have the place smelling like this when our esteemed RICH friends come over.” You did a double take on the word friends. You wanted to comment on how wrong that was, but you held your tongue. It seemed as though It hit Dabi different and he didn’t comment either.

               It was then that the door was knocked upon once more. And, when you opened it, it was your ‘esteemed rich’ Boss, his ward and the ‘fancy’ Mr. Compress. Needless to say, your aunt was catering to them immediately. She shot you a look and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You wondered when they were going to break the façade and finally tell her that they weren’t wealthy. But, seeing the way Kurogiri and Mr. Compress basked in the praise you didn’t think they’d spill any time soon. -.-

               “So, when are we eating.” You couldn’t help the smile that touched your lips. Shiragaki always came for the food. Not that you were complaining as it was good to see him fill out some. He looked much healthier and, not that you were looking but was he getting even more attractive? You liked his nasty rat appearance but, his clean cut gentleman look was messing with your pulse….. You didn’t like your boss…. You wouldn’t give your aunt the satisfaction.

               Now that all of you were gathered your aunt called everyone for dinner. And, as usual Shiragaki sat next to you. You heart felt strange. And, your face felt hot. ‘I must be getting sick. Or is my body warning me of what’s to come’ You thought in horror your body tensing. ‘That must be it!’ You narrowed your eyes at the biggest troublemakers, Dabi and your Uncle.  They were eating in unnatural silence. Not a single word or snide comment..

               “(Name) dear are you alright?” Your aunt asked. Various pairs of eyes landed on your form. “You look a bit sick.” Spinner mused. “Big sis are you alright?” Toga asked in concern. “Your look a bit dizzy.” Mr. Compress added. “(Name).” You looked to Shiragaki who had addressed you and you noticed there were two of him…. Two? You groaned groggily clutching your head. You glared at your snickering cousin. “Seriously.” You seethed. “You two were in on this right!” You hissed glaring at the two figures of Dabi and your Uncle.

               “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You raged grabbing your butter knife and lunging at him. Your feet stomped into the green salad on the table and you tripped. Landing face first into Twice’s lap. “Oh, shit are you okay! What the fuck are you doing!” Dabi and you uncle shared a look of confusion. And your uncle spoke “It wasn’t us. I don’t fuck with that hard shit.” Your attention fell on your female cousin as Twice helped you to your feet patting your head reasurringly.

               “It was you!” You hissed. “(Name)! please” Your aunt chided “Control yourself. I am so sorry for her behavior I don’t know what’s gotten into her!” You raised your fist but before you could land a hit on your cousin’s face your male cousin caught your arm and sighed. Your female cousin was lost in a fit of hysterics “You know exactly what’s going on.” She snickered looking to you and your male cousin. Your eyes widened in realization. “What’s going on?” Kurogiri asked. “(Name) just realized she has a crush on someone.” She smirked.

               Dabi snorted incredulously “So she acts batshit crazy when she’s got the hots for someone.” “Who is it!!” Toga chirped. It was then that you heard many shouts asking you who was the lucky person who made you ruin the salad. You grumbled in embarrassment. “Shut up and, let’s just eat.” You sighed. With great reluctance they stopped. Well they stopped because “I’m trying to eat in peace.” Yeah.. No one wanted to see Shigaraki turn everything and everyone into ash…. As for your family your aunt told them through a gritty smile “Respect the important company.”

               ….You couldn’t believe that you were the cause of chaos this time. After dinner everyone split off and you had decided to mope on the couch. “GUYS!!” Your female cousin yelled. “Were five minutes away!!”  “Seriously?!?!” You sputtered. “Duh?!?! Hurry up let’s all head to the roof!!” You let everyone go up before you so that you could lock the door. You were feeling better and you were excited that both of your families were here to celebrate. Just as you opened the door to the roof you felt someone tug you off to the side.

               “I’ve never celebrated New Year’s what do you do.” Shiragaki asked. “Uh well you just cheer?” Now that you thought of it New Year’s was kind of hard to explain. “It’s a New Year a chance for new things and we just celebrate that we get to see it. If that makes sense.” He didn’t look very into it but he stood by your side when your cousin squealed three minutes. “we should kiss.”

               You made a noise incomprehensible to man. You looked to Shigaraki your jaw on the ground. “W-what??” You squeaked. “Spinner said it’s something people do.” He shrugged. “B-but do you even know w-what that means??” “No. Did he lie to me is it not something people do.” He shrugged. “No, I mean yes I- Well yes people kiss on New Year’s but it’s only with people they like or their significant other.” You explained your heart racing a mile a minute. “Who do you have a crush on. Shouldn’t you be by their side when the clock strikes twelve.”

               “You know don’t you…” You sighed bringing your hands to cover your face. He didn’t reply as a matter of fact he didn’t think it was him, you had just told him, and he wasn’t sure how to respond. “Thirty seconds left!!!” Someone yelled. You both stood in awkward silence. “Ten seconds!!” He brought his hand up to your chin to turn you to his direction. Your eyes widened as he leaned in. “Five seconds!!” His nose brushed against yours. “Three.” Closer “Two” His scarred lips brushed against yours “One”

               “HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!”

               “Oh, Shit!! there fucking kissing!!!!” Twice yelled. “I knew she liked that ratty ass guy!” Your female cousin laughed. “Yes!!!!” Your aunt yelled. “You’re not gonna fuck on the roof right!??” And the moment was ruined……

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Title: Better Off (Chapter 1) Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Quirkless!Reader Chapter Genre: Fluff with a pinch of angst Chapter Warnings: Blood, mention of MOIDER A/N: This was originally going to be a continuation of In Truth, but I decided to make it its own thing. It’s mostly just more Sweet Dabi, with some Spicy Protective Dabi this time around! Pls enjoy ur meal PS I don’t proofread very well have mercy on me I am so tired

Chapter 1: Weary

By the time Dabi finally walked through the front door, the clock had just ticked over to five in the morning. His legs were sore, his head ached, and all he really wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep everything off. The previous few days had been nothing short of stressful. Shigaraki had been at his throat at every chance he could get, and it was beginning to cause conflict within the group. There was a “small” altercation just before he’d left for the night, which ended the meeting on a sour note.

A yawn escaped his lips as the locked the door, kicking off his boots and peeling off his coat in the process. After a quick wardrobe change, he slowly crept into your shared bedroom, his heart dancing at the sight of you sleeping soundly. He couldn’t help himself from kneeling down in front of you, resting his head on his arms, and watching you snore quietly. A small, love-struck smile was plastered to his face.

Dabi leaned in close to press his lips to the shell of your ear, letting one of his hands cup the base of your neck. By now he was basically hovering over you, and decided to take it a step further by actually crawling into bed. Just as he’d expected, your eyes flew open in shock, but you quickly relaxed once you realized who it was.

“Hey, beautiful,” He said, keeping his voice low.

“Hi,” You replied simply, “When did you get home?”

He silenced you by planting a lingering kiss to your lips, relishing in the moment and breathing in deeply through his nose. You wasted no time in weaving your hands into his dark hair, the sensation leaving him weak. No matter how hard he tried, he could never find his strength around you. His knees always buckled when you kissed him, his heart always fluttered when you called his name, and he could drop dead on the spot whenever you told him you loved him.

“I missed you,” Dabi breathed, breaking the kiss.

“I missed you, too,” You said fondly. After your eyes fluttered open to look up into his, you hands halted in his hair, a confused and concerned look crossing your face.

“What is it?” He asked.

One of your hands trailed down the side of his face and he winced. “Dabi, what did you do? You have a huge cut by your eye.”

Dabi laughed it off as best as he could before shifting to lay beside you. “Must’ve happened at work. I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, all over the pillows, actually.”

With a sigh, he hoisted himself to sit upright, touching the tender spot on his face. When he pulled his hand away and saw that he was, in fact, bleeding, a deep groan wormed its way out of his mouth. “Fucking perfect.”

“Stay here,” You said, ruffling the hair on the top of his head as you abandoned your spot on the bed. He watched you as you walked out of your bedroom, laughing under his breath when you nearly tripped over your own feet in your sleepy state. When you returned with disinfectant and a wet towel, Dabi leaned back against the head board and decided to rest his tired eyes. The mattress dipped beside him as you crawled back onto the sheets. He was keenly aware of your close presence, but still winced and grunted when you pressed the damp towel to his wound.

“Sit still,” You said, your unspoken worries lacing your tone of voice.

Deep down, Dabi knew that he was no good for you. He knew that one day, sooner or later, you would find out for yourself exactly what kind of monster he was, and you’d bolt. There was no doubt in his mind about it; he was going to ruin you, whether you knew it or not. A sick feeling settled in his stomach as he pondered those thoughts, the sensation worsening when he pictured the look on your face when you finally realized what he was; a villain.

He often wondered if you would care at all if you knew. You’d told him countless times that some villains can be justified in their intentions, but not their actions. It was entirely possible you might try to turn his life around; to get him on the right path and have a life worth living. No more devious plots, no more late-night League meetings, no more death. Dabi wasn’t sure if that was a life he was ready for, let alone deserved. The idea of stability was foreign to him and always had been.

At the same time, however, he couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like in a wedding gown, walking down a rose petal aisle with flowers in your hair. Or how wonderful of a mother you might be, if that was something you wanted. The idea of watching you hold your child for the first time nearly brought a tear to his eye. It twisted his heart to think that one day you might have exactly that; a normal, stable, human life. Just not with him.

He could never be a father, or a husband. Not like this.

Before he knew it, you were placing a bandage over the gash and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Good as new,” You declared cheerfully, setting down the medical supplies on the nightstand behind you. “Feel better?”

“What? Oh, yeah, much better. Thanks, sweetheart.”

When he glanced over at you, you were sitting on your legs, hands resting in your lap, softness painting your beautiful features. He reached out and placed his palm over your cheek, just like he always did, and let the pad of his thumb caress your cheekbone. You leaned into his touch, just like you always did, and a smile stretched over your lips. It was comfortable, quiet; the early morning sun creeping in through the curtains and canvassing the room in specks of gold. Peace wasn’t a luxury Dabi had the chance to experience often, but any time he managed to get a taste, you were always there.

Most days he wondered if you really were an angel. Compared to most people he knew, you were saint-like. Maybe you did have a quirk, after all; radiating peace.

“Tell me about your day,” Dabi muttered, pressing his forehead against yours.

As you quietly recounted the days events, he let his hands roam as they pleased; over your neck, stroking your shoulders, down your arms, and finally ending the journey with his fingers intertwined with yours. He nodded and listened as you spoke; smiling when you described the peaceful train ride to work, scoffing when you complained about a coworker. Every word that came out of your mouth fascinated him, reminding him that there were so many things in the world he never thought about, or cared to notice. Hell, he never bothered to enjoy a sunset until he met you. Now, he couldn’t get enough of them.

“Something did happen, though,” You said cautiously, “As I was leaving work today.”

Dabi pulled back to look you in the face, frowning when you wouldn’t meet his gaze. “What happened?”

“It’s not a big deal, really,” You began, “But... my ex kind of found out where I work. He was waiting outside the building when I left.”

“He what?”

“It’s not a big deal!” You repeated, holding up your palms defensively. “Seriously, I had it under control, and my coworker came out to help. We handled it, I promise.”

The thought of you having to deal with your ex boyfriend and him not being there to help was enough to make his blood curdle. Anger rose in his chest, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to rationalize what to say next. His immediate first thought was to plot the bastard’s murder, but when he saw the worried look on your face, that impulse disappeared. You were gripping his hands tight, gazing into his eyes to gauge his reaction. After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and lowered his head, trying to find the strength to calm down.

Your hands abandoned his to cup the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you again. “Dabi, please say something.”

“He could’ve hurt you and I wasn’t there to protect you,” He said at last, a growl lacing his words. “I swear to god, I’ll kill him if he ever comes near you again. I’ll-”

He was cut off by your lips on his, his anger melting away to be replaced by something warm and welcoming. His heart lurched against his ribs as you kissed him, your hands lost in his hair, one of his own pulling you closer by the waist. Kissing you was like the tide; drawing him in and back out again, washing away his fears and worries while lulling him into a hypnotic state. It was addictive, and he could never seem to get his fill.

After several minutes of bliss, you broke the kiss to rest your forehead against his. Silence filled the dark room as you sat, content in each others presence. Having finally calmed down enough to think straight, Dabi decided it best not to dwell on it, and to figure out what to do in the morning. Maybe he could get the League involved, teach the guy a lesson, hit him where it hurts. It would be easier with the others, especially Compress. His Quirk would make hiding a body much easier. Toga was pretty scary all on her own, he could probably convince her to freak your ex out a little... or a lot.

But all of that could wait. For now, he only wanted to hold you close and get some sleep.

“I think I know how to fix the problem,” Dabi declared, opening his eyes. “Temporarily, at least.”

“Oh, really? How?”

As swiftly as he could, Dabi scooped you up in his arms and placed you in his lap, smiling widely at the sweet squeal you let out in protest. He managed to grab the blanket in the process, draping it over your bodies before circling his arms around you completely. After propping himself up against the pillows, he leaned down to press his lips to yours for the hundredth time that night.

“I think,” Dabi whispered between chaste kisses, “You should take today off.”

“I can’t miss another day of work,” You half-whined, “What am I supposed to tell them this time? My boyfriend is keeping me hostage in our own home?”

“Sure, that could work.”

“Or, I could work.”

Sighing in defeat, he let his head fall back against the headboard again and shut his eyes. “I guess I can’t stop you.”

“Damn right you can’t,” You said playfully, shoving at his chest lightly. You both laughed quietly, then settled into the embrace.

“You know,” Dabi said, licking his lips. “If you wanted, I could do something about that guy for you, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “Like what? Abduct him and set him on fire? Yeah, I’d really rather not have that conversation with the cops, babe.”

“I’m just saying,” He replied with a nonchalant shrug, “Sometimes guys like him need to be taught a lesson, that’s all. I’m sure he’d leave you alone if I gave him a reason to stay away.”

“I don’t know if I like how that sounds, especially coming from you.”

After kicking himself mentally for letting his malicious thoughts spill out, Dabi slipped his hand underneath the back of your shirt and trailed his nails over your skin. You immediately reacted to the touch, your body going stiff before melting into him again. As he scratched you back and shoulders, he pressed several small kisses to the top of your head, breathing in your scent.

“I’m sorry, angel. I just want you to be safe.”

“I want you to be safe too, you know,” You mumbled sleepily against his warm chest, “You’re important to me.”

The conversation ended there, leaving you to fall back into a silent sleep, and leaving Dabi to fight back tears.

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[dawnwriterimagines]

Three Heroes: Various!BNHA x Reader (Part 8)

This is a Todoroki x Bakugo x Reader x Midoriya fanfic, inspired by the My Hero Academia movie: Two Heroes, due to the readers presence the storyline will be adjusted.

Warning(s): Blood, Violence, Angst, Fluff, Poly!Relationship, Swearing, mature content, etc.

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As All Might held his daughter in the crushing debris of metal, your glowing eyes flickering with light, illuminating the small space between you both. Your head on his chest, your hands now limp at your sides and blood slowly dripping from between your lips.

Toshinori sniffled, letting out a small sob as he held you tight, wishing there was something he could do. But, he knew, despite all the power he held, it didn't change the fact that you were dying in his arms.

He thought at one point he's always be able to protect you, to shelter you from the world, that's what he was right, a symbol of peace? And yet, he felt anything but peace in this moment.

He wished he could start over. Not just from this moment but from the beginning, from the moment he held you in his arms as you gurgled with bubbling happiness in his face, as a baby. Your first day at Preschool, where he as forced to miss watching you take your first steps in a school because of his hero work. Your first few birthdays, where you sat at the house, with only the maid to keep you company, even Aizama and Mic had made it before he did. But, they were the only ones who had shown. And still, all the times he was late, had missed a special moment, you laughed and cheered for him, calling him your hero and acting like you never shed a tear those days, never been upset with him, never wanted to tell him how you felt. He always said he was sorry, he always apologized and made things better by just being there for you, but those apologies didn't mean anything if he just did it again and again and again...

It was only now, as you were squeezed to his chest, compressed together by blocks of metal, your heart slowly giving out in your chest, that he realized he had taken you for granted all these years. And now, having risked your life and soul for him and so many others, he could only do what always did, he apologized.

"I'm sorry," he cried into your hair, his large hand shakily running through your (h/c) locks. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my baby. I'm so sorry."

It was your 9th birthday.

He had your present in his hand, his feet moving faster than he probably ever had them. He was already running late, he had contacted all the friends you knew, all the classmates you were friendly with. Probably your entire school had been invited, he just wanted this day to be perfect for you.

He ran through the streets, passing by like a blur, leaping into the sky ever few seconds to spread his distance farther. He was almost home, the an was already so close to setting and he may have already missed you blowing out your candles. But, he would make it for your present opening, he had too.

But, that's when there was an explosion beside him, just as he was about to leap into the sky, one more and he'd have been home. But, he raises a brow as a villain runs from the burning bank, through the streets, his eyes wide as he looks behind him to see All Might. He runs faster, his body mutilating into a giant beast and taking the bag of loot in his bare, canine teeth.

"Stop! Villain!" All Might grin's, his finger pointing towards the thief in front of him, however, behind the grin he sweats profusely, knowing he'll probably miss his daughters birthday entirely.

The police show, acknowledging him for his work, taking the petty villain off to give him trial for his crimes. All Might is quickly rummaged by reporters from the scene, a camera, a news camera being pushed into his face and his grin almost fades. He was on the news, you could be watching it right now, having figured out he had missed such a big moment for you because of a pathetic villain that any other hero could've taken on. "E-excuse me, citizens! I must get going!" He doesn't leave any time for questioning after that and bounds away.

When he enters the house, a large smile on his face, he holds out the gift in his hand as he closes the front door behind him with a kick of his heel. "Do not wait any longer for I..." for once, he doesn't finish. His eyes widening and his grin nearly drops entirely as he sees what's in front of him. "Where's...where's everybody, darling?" He asks you, you were sitting on the couch, your cake on the table in front of you, yellow frosting decorating the sides and a picture of her father himself and her, both smiling widely with silly faces from he carnival last year. You were alone, small lights decorating the room, large balloons with the large words, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, (Y/N)! decorating the room. He had set up purple and yellow wallpaper around the house, confetti around the windows and floors to celebrate so you could pull them yourself after blowing out your candles. Your father had decorated himself, trying to make this day as special as he could, he realized halfway he really had no idea what he was doing. He really had never done this for you, without help, making him feel worse.

But, no one had showed, your nanny, the usual maid had been off for the weekend, how could he have forgotten? You never really brought friends to the house, he never had realized you didn't have any, none that really liked you any way. Him calling the school, inviting your classmates, they didn't even know who he was talking about, his classmates had avoided you and neglected talking to you since you've started your schooling. But, he would've never known, he's never asked, he just assumed...you were such a loving little girl, you've always talked so fondly of your classes, your peers. Only because you saw the good instead of the bad, despite how horribly you felt.

All Might walked forwards, his daughter having his back to him as the TV screen flickered with the news, he looks up, paling as he sees himself, talking from his latest rescue. This was his third time today, he was grinning widely, already late to attend his daughters party as he talked with the reporters. All Might quickly took the remote in his hand and turned the TV off, he let out the breath he had been holding, his brows furrow in disappointment of himself. He walks in front of you, his eyes saddening as he sees the small sniffles you make as tears slowly run down your flushed face. Your fork poking into your cake as you push it around, your appetite almost nonexistent in your sadness. As he takes away your plate slowly, he leans down on his knees in front of you, "Hey, darling, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I'm late," he apologized, stroking the side of your face, wiping the tears in your eyes. "I forgot--" he began, you interrupt him, shaking your head as you cry.

"You always forget! You always forget about me!" You gasp in a sob, bringing up your hands to wipe your tears. "You always remember everyone else but me!" You jump off the couch, running past him as he tries to stop you, you're materializing right through his hand and he gasps before watching you sprint off to your room. "Why can't you just be here, like you are for everyone else!?"

He can't help but look after you in shock, he had ruined the night entirely for you. You had even waited up for him, he turned his head, his heart throbbing harder as he notices the slice of cake with his name on it, literally. Having cut out a slice with your own name from the cake and his, you had specifically wanted a cake that would celebrate both of you, despite his birthday being months away. He took the plate from the table, feeling his form fade away, Toshinori Yagi taking the place of All Might. He hangs his head, looking down at the cake in his hands, he hadn't meant for this night to go this way, he didn't want to ruin this.

He quickly stands to his feet, taking the gift at his side, he needed to make this right, he may have messed up but he could do this over. He runs towards the stairs, nearly soaring up the steps in one leap, his knuckles knocking against your door once before it opens. He's surprised to say the least, he expected to be waiting outside your door all night. "(Y/n),"I didn't mean to make you upset, princess. I'm sorry I'm late, but I can make it up to you! I'll take you to the spring carnival, it's uptown and we can go on all the rides you want," he then reached into his pocket, pulling out two crinkled tickets, "Here, ya see, we can even get you're favorite, Kakigõri, it's on the way. I know you love it," he could see your eye's light up. He remembered now, you only liked it so much because it meant he spent the whole day with you, no interruptions.

You were hiding behind the door, he was on his knees in front of you but he still towered over your short frame. He smiled at you, reaching out to you, his gift in his hand, it was almost your size, "Just open it. I know you'll like it," he promised, sitting down on the ground, he hoped you'd take it. But, instead of taking the present from him, you passed it entirely, he was immediately worried but his eye's went wide as you collapsed in his chest. Wrapping your tiny arm's around his torso, your wet cheeks soaking through his T-Shirt, sniffling as your fingers took handfuls of his shirt.

"I was scared y-you'd get hurt!" Your voice shook as your grip on his shirt grew desperate. "I thought--I thought I'd be alone! I didn't wanna be alone!" You sobbed as your father set the gift down, holding you close as he set you out in his lap. Never having had you break down like this, you've always kept a smile on your face, sweet and forgiving as usual. But, he's never seen you like this, "I hate being alone, daddy!" She shook her head, screaming into his chest. "I don't wanna be alone anymore!" She admitted.

He's never felt worse. Never felt like such a failure. You've felt this way all this time? He hugged you, letting you sob your heart out, he felt like doing the same but he didn't for you, he needed to be strong for you. He always felt like he had too, when all you've ever wanted from him was to just be there, not just when it counted but when it didn't.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He didn't know why he felt he had to ask, but he did.

"Yes. And I love you, you believe me, right daddy?" Why would he ever question that? He knew your heart was bigger than the oceans themselves, so why would you ask that? The thought bugs him the entire night, even as you open the present he bought you, hugging the plush stuffed animal in your hands. A wide smile on your face like nothing had happened, your tears had dried but he couldn't help the guilt that consumed him when he saw how tight you held it, how much it meant to you. What was the last birthday he had actually been present for?

He didn't understand then, why you would think your love for him was something he could ever question. He understands now, as heart wrenching as it was, that you weren't questioning your love for him, you were questioning his love for you. Did your father love you enough to know that you loved him? He'd stay with you, right? Even if he didn't love you as much as he loved the rest of the world?

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"Detroit..." he hears.

"SMASH!"

The holding breaks apart, metal flying, debris hitting the ground in copious amounts as everyone tries to cover themselves from the damage.

All Might can see his successor, Young Midoriya, his fist outstretched, having released his punch to free him and you. Before he can react, Izuku is hit out of the sky, a metal scrap coming down to hit him and All Might, sending them all hurtling out of the air.

All Might quickly sits up, hauling the piece of metal off of his back and away from Midoriya, he's standing over you, your head turned to the side as you struggle to breathe as blood fills your throat. Your father drops to his knees once more, sitting you up as your eye's water as you shake in agony, his hand coming up to caress the side of your face. "It's ok, you're gonna be ok," he strokes your hair, for once the symbol of peace is struggling to smile. Izuku regains his senses behind him, before gasping and letting out a distressed sound as he crawls over quickly.

"(Y/n)! No! (Y/n)," Izuku covers his mouth, his eyes blurring with tears as he watches the strand of blood the leaks from the corner of your mouth. The skin around your chest darkened, a bruising purple and blue fading beneath your dress and towards your collarbone. The brooch he had given you, now cracked, shattered to pieces, it seemed to have lost all of its ruby color almost as if blood had drained from it. It was like your heart. Having been destroyed to pieces.

"(Y/n)?" Izuku looks up, seeing Bakugo and Shouto running towards them. Bakugo having yelled with such worry, he had to look up to make sure it was him, he's never heard Kacchan sound like that. But, he knew he was just as scared as the rest of us, you were dying in your father's arms. "(Y/n)!" They're stopped before they can reach, metal flying from the sky and swinging at them. "Dammit!"

The villain from above begins to speak, a chuckle bursting from his mouth, laughing menacingly although he was slumped against his mountain of metal. "Just like everyone...you're not as immortal as you think you are, All Might! You were dumb enough to think that no one would figure it out!" He throws his head back, cackling. "I admit, I would've kept her for myself. If an enemy of yours hadn't tipped me off, I would've! But, this, now this is perfect! I get to see you crumble as you watch the last of your family die with you, I won't lie, I am more than pleased with myself as I know...All for One will be," the name was said low, but it was enough for All Might to look up, his eyes wide in horror and disbelief.

"All for One is behind this?!" He seethed.

"When I asked why he bothered he was happy to explain his interest!" The villain continued as he had your father's attention now, "To think, All Might would've been so easily conquered. To think, all I had to do was..." he reached out his hand a ball of metal in his grasp. He began to crush it within his fist, making All Might sneer and glare at him, while the villain let it fall to the earth below, it seemed to shatter. "A heart so fragile, is not meant for the violence of battle. I could've protected her from that, I could've saved her from this fate," Wolfram shook his head as if in some way, upset, before smirking. "But, I can still spare her the time to get rid of her old man right? Now come, symbol of peace! Come to meet your death!" His hands came up, metal flying into the air to conjoin together. As he does so, he smirks darkly, "Revel in the last few moments you have, together," he says, preparing himself.

"Dad?"

All Might looks down at you, you're eyes bloodshot and leaking with tears, he tries to smile as he holds you close. "(Y/n)," he breathes.

You tried to suck in a breath, gasping. "Am I...am I gonna die?"

He couldn't help the tears that escaped him, pulling you to his chest as you whimpered. "No, no, why would you--why...why would think that? You're gonna be ok. We're gonna get you help. We're gonna go home and I'll get your favorite ok? Kakigõri, remember? We used to get it everytime I..." he doesn't finish, his eyes widening. He only gets it everytime he wants to make something up to you, he always buys it when you're sad, it's mostly because of him or school. But, it always meant he'd stay with you at least until he had to go. "Everything's going to be ok. Remember, remember I said, I said I'd take you with me around the world, didn't I say that? When you got your license, I'll take you everywhere, I could show you every country, we'd save so many, together. You're gonna be great," he said, pulling away so he could see your face which was stained with tears and your eye's were closing. "You're gonna be amazing. A better hero, than I..." he tool in a breath as he watched your eye's glaze over as you smiled weakly, your tears endless. "Than i...Than I...ever was. Darling. (Y/n)..." He feels his heart give way as he watches painfully as your beautiful eyes lose their light, your chest going still and your head going limp to the side. He slowly, agonizingly takes your face in his hands, "(y/n)?" His voice shakes and crumbles as he comes to a terrifying truth.

It's like watching the world collapse while he stood safely at the side, watching helplessly as it takes everything you love along with it.

Toshinori shook violently and everything stopped, everything ceased to be, he felt darkness swell like a rain cloud over his head as you took all the light in the world with you.

He held you tight, fearful of letting you go, but then he threw his head back and sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as his heart broke into pieces.

Toshinori screamed.

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[7-wonders]

Half of My Heart

Summary: Jim was supposed to be better now. After his psychotic break, you and Medina had made sure that it was impossible for him to slip back into his old habits. But the morning comes, and so does the realization that he’s been lying to both of you. 

Word Count: 3739

A/N & Warnings: This is super sad! Major character death, resuscitation efforts, cursing, hospitals, talk of death. Angst with a fluffy ending, is what we’ll call this. Feedback is always appreciated, and I’d love it if you liked, left a comment and reblogged if you enjoyed this!

It’s never a good sign when somebody cuts right to the chase during a phone call. While Medina Mason is not the type of person to exchange pleasantries, she still normally has the decency to let you finish greeting her before she starts speaking.

“He-”

“Jim’s with you, right? He told me he would be with you.” Medina speaks in a rush. The apple that you’re eating suddenly tastes sour in your mouth, and you set the fruit down on the counter next to you.

“No, I haven’t seen him since last night. I was going to keep an eye on him at that party he was going to, but he told me you’d be there to watch him.”

“Oh, God.” Medina breathes out. “And he--he hasn’t texted you? I thought Jim always sends you good morning texts.”

When you had woken without one of Jim’s texts saying ‘good morning sunshine,’ it hadn’t worried you too much. Jim was notorious for sleeping until the early hours of the afternoon when he’d been out partying the previous night. This was the first party he would be attending after getting out of the hospital a month ago. You thought nothing could scare you more than Jim showing up at your house that fateful night, barefoot, strung out, and rambling about flares and fire. Watching him get carried away by the police, kicking and screaming, was a vision that still gives you nightmares sometimes. You and Medina had been vigilant in making sure someone was with him at all times, and that was supposed to be the case last night. He only lied when he was using, and since he hadn’t used since before the ‘incident,’ as Sandy called it, there was no reason to not trust him when he told you that Medina was meeting him at the party.

“You don’t think…” You don’t even want to think that he’s been using again, not after he’s been doing so good as of late.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Medina mutters into the phone, running through the house. You can do nothing but listen to her while she rummages around for something. “Shit!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“We hid the pills before he got home, in a place we were sure he wouldn’t find them-”

“Medina!” You snap, stopping her rambling.

“The pills were all hidden in the box of Dad’s clothes that Sandy keeps in the attic. They’re not there anymore.” Your blood runs cold at the last sentence, and you have to grip the counter to keep yourself upright.

“I’m gonna go look for him. Call the cops, and don’t leave until they show up!”

“But (Y/N), I need to find-”

“You can help once the cops get all the information they need. God knows Sandy would make this entire situation a thousand times worse. I’ll call you when I find him, okay?” She stays silent, so you press her again. “Okay, Medina?”

“...Yeah. Okay.” She says finally, tears already clouding her voice.

Hanging up without another word, you slide your sandals on and grab your keys before running out the door. This can’t be happening again, you keep thinking as you start your car. You guys are just overreacting; there’s no way he would deliberately lie, and steal pills, and not tell anyone what he’s doing. Not after he’s been doing so good and remaining clean. This past month of Jim’s sobriety has been one of the best of all of your lives. You and Jim had fallen in love during one of his rare weeks of sobriety, almost a year ago. By the time you realized he had a serious issue, you cared for him too much to break up with him because of his addictions.

He’s not at Lunada, nor is he at the main Bay Boys house. Phil’s house is devoid of any cars, and the parks are all filled with soccer moms speedwalking with their babies. The more time that passes, the more the pit in your stomach grows. Medina would have called you by now if he had showed up at home, and you had threatened the Bay Boys into swearing that they were telling you the truth. Breathing deeply, you try to think like Jim. He walked to the party, that much you know, so if he hadn’t gotten a ride from someone, he would have walked back. If Jim was high, which it’s seeming more and more like he is, he would have been drawn to the one place that has always brought him comfort: the beach.

The Bay Boys had told you the party was at their house last night, which means the closest beach is only a mile away. Checking to make sure there’s no other traffic, you make a wide turn in the middle of the street and speed in the direction of your next guess. This beach is smaller and less populated, the waves crashing against the rocky bottom before they can form to their full swells. It’s a portion of beach that you’ve always been fond of; usually deserted, it’s perfect to set your stuff down and get away from the world for a while. The white sand is pristine, save for a large object interrupting the symmetry right where the waves kiss the sand.

“Please, no.” You mutter.

Even though you’re not very religious, you hope that whatever is listening to you hears your pleas. Your legs are numb with fear, yet they still carry you closer to whatever is laying in the sand. When it becomes clear that the shape is a person, your heart drops.

“Jim?” You call cautiously, but there’s no response.

It looks like he’s sleeping, at first. His long eyelashes brush the tops of his cheekbones, and his lips are parted like they are when he’s having a nice dream. His hair is matted, but that’s to be expected when laying in the sand and doing who-knows-what before ending up here. Even the fact that the waves are washing over him isn’t too concerning, since he enjoys submerging himself even when he’s sober. It’s the purple tinge around his lips and the lack of a chest rising and falling that makes you break into a sprint. You fall to your knees beside Jim, eyes desperately scanning across his body.

“Jim!” You yell, cautiously reaching a hand out to shake his shoulder. He’s limp, and his cheeks lack the usual warmth that they normally hold. “Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.”

Tears blur your vision as you lean your head against his chest. When you can’t hear a heartbeat, you let out a sob.

“Help!” You scream out, the salt air of the sea already rubbing your throat raw. “Somebody help me!”

Your brain kicks into overdrive when you lay your hands against his chest. You haven’t taken a CPR class since you were 15 and needed it for babysitting, but you still remember what the teacher taught you about it. You press down repeatedly, pumping his chest in an attempt to get his heart started while you count each compression under your breath. When you get to 30, you tilt his chin up with one hand and pinch his nose closed with the other.

Jim’s lips are cold when you seal your mouth over his, making you cry against him. It doesn’t feel anything like your Jim, whose lips are normally warm and taste like the watermelon gum he’s so fond of. Breathing into his mouth, you give him two rescue breaths before checking to hear if he’s breathing on his own. He’s not, and it’s a near-miracle that you remember you have a phone with you.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The tinny voice sounds from the speaker of your phone, which is laying on the sand next to you. The water’s been washing over your legs, soaking the hem of your jeans, a fact that you don’t notice until you have to move your phone to avoid ruining it.

“M-my boyfriend overdosed, I think. He’s not breathing, and his heart isn’t beating.” You stutter out, too focused on providing chest compressions to try and form actual sentences. “Don’t you fucking die on me, Jim Mason!”

“Have you attempted CPR?”

“Yes, please hurry!” You look back at Jim’s face, almost willing him to look up at you. “Jim, please!”

“What is your location?” You huff angrily after administering another round of rescue breaths.

“I don’t--we’re on a beach!”

“Which beach?”

“Fuck!” You grit out, returning to compressions with a vigor. “Like, three miles south of Lunada.”

“I’ve sent an ambulance to your location. Please remain on the line so I can track your location.” The voice continues to speak, but you don’t even register the sounds as actual words. All you can focus on is the steady pump-pump-pump of your hands as you work desperately to get his heart to start beating again.

Hospital emergency rooms are the type of place where you could enter into a different dimension just by walking through the door. There’s no way to really mark the passage of time when you’re sitting in those uncomfortable plastic chairs, and the consistency of people moving in and out of the doors makes it impossible to remember faces. You’re not quite sure how long you had been waiting until Medina comes running through the automatic doors, teary-eyed and yelling your name. You look up from your nails, which you had been working to remove the sand out from under.

“Medina!” You cry, standing up and letting her pull you into a bone-crushing hug. “I got--I got his heart beating again, but it was really weak and I-I-”

“Shh, I know.” Medina soothes you when your sentence breaks off into a fresh round of sobs. “No matter what happens, you saved his life (Y/N). He was dead, and you brought him back.”

“What if it wasn’t enough?” You mumble against Medina’s shoulder, letting her rub your back and lead you back towards the chairs.

“There’s nothing either of us can do. It’s up to Jim now to decide if he wants to fight.”

Time passes at an indeterminate rate, the only constant being Medina’s hand enclosed in yours. Phil, she had told you, was still in Paris. He promised that he would be on the next flight back, but he didn’t sound too concerned. After Jim’s psychotic break, Phil had been rather distant with his son. Sandy, who had been shopping in Calabasas, apparently fainted when Medina called and told her the news. That really doesn’t surprise you; if Sandy hadn’t fainted for the sheer dramatics of it, she definitely fainted because of her obsession with Jim.

“Where is he?” Sure enough, Sandy appears exactly two hours and fifteen minutes after Medina: the exact amount of time it takes to make it from Calabasas to Palos Verdes. Her large sunglasses are perched on top of her head, allowing everyone to see as she plays the Oscar-worthy role of grieving mother.

“We haven’t gotten an update yet. The doctors are probably still trying to get him stabilized.” Medina explains, standing and allowing Sandy to cling to her like she’s the only thing keeping Sandy from floating off.

“That is unacceptable. I’ll go and talk to the nurses, see if we can talk to his doctors.” You look up when Sandy falls silent, only for your eyes to meet yours.

You’re sure that you look like a complete mess; your eyes are swollen and red, you’ve taken to pulling on your hair as a coping mechanism and your jeans have dried and molded to your legs. It’s not like Sandy’s taken to you much in the near-year that you’ve been dating Jim; you’ve heard her complain more-than-enough times about how you’re ‘stealing’ her son away from her. You’re bracing yourself for a couple of snide remarks, fully ready to hear Sandy accuse you of being the reason that Jim relapsed and basically died on that beach. That’s why you’re more than shocked when she sits down on the chair next to you and takes your hand in hers.

“You found Jim?” You nod.

“I...I gave him CPR until his heart started again. It wasn’t the strongest, and he wasn’t conscious, but I could hear it beating again.” Sandy surges forward, wrapping you in her arms tightly. You awkwardly pat her back while she cries against you, silently pleading with Medina to do something about her mom. For the first time all day, that familiar sly Mason smile pops onto her face while she gives you a thumbs up.

“Thank you so much. How did you know where to look for him?”

“I just thought like Jim.” You shrug. “He wasn’t at his favorite beach, so I figured he’d be at mine.”

Sandy pulls away, wiping her eyes and smiling at you. It’s shocking when she strokes your hair, smoothing it against your head like your own mother would do when you were younger and upset. She stands, allowing Medina to take her seat again.

“Why don’t you two try and get some rest? I’ll go and see what I can find out.” Sandy sniffles, wiping her eyes again and sighing deeply before walking purposefully towards the nurses station.

Medina takes her mother’s words to heart, leaning her head on your shoulder and immediately closing her eyes. You can only stare in the direction of the nurses station, watching while Sandy speaks to a nurse and trying to decipher what they’re both saying while you play with Medina’s sun-bleached hair. Although you try and stay awake for as long as possible, sleep soon starts to claim you too.

It feels like only a moment that you doze off for before Sandy’s shaking your shoulder, as well as Medina’s. You squint your eyes while you try to adjust to the bright fluorescent lighting, fishing your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Damn, so much for staying awake when you fall asleep for an hour.

“Jim’s awake and in a room. The doctor said that it doesn’t look like he has any brain damage from the lack of oxygen, but they’ll do an MRI in the morning to make sure. Medina and I can go back first, and then you can, (Y/N). They’d let all of us go back at once, but they don’t want to wear him out.” Medina sits up straight, stretching before running a hand through her hair.

“He’s okay?” You ask quietly. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sleep, the adrenaline finally wearing off, or if you’re just an emotional mess, but tears fill your eyes when Sandy nods.

“He’s okay. The doctor said fifteen minutes for each of us, and then we can come back tomorrow. Come on, Medina, visiting hours are almost over.” You’re touched at the care Sandy’s showing towards her other child during this time, watching as she helps Medina up and loops an arm around her.

The fifteen minutes that the Mason family spends together passes by at a snail’s pace. Needing to distract yourself, you flip through pictures of you and Jim that have been taken throughout the last year. It makes the time go quicker, as well as reassuring you that he’s not the blue, lifeless corpse you had to save on the beach. The doors to the patient rooms swing open, and you look up to see Medina and Sandy. They both have teary eyes again, but the smiles on their faces calm your racing heart.

“How’s he doing?” You ask, standing up and pulling your jacket tighter around you.

“He’s tired, and upset that he relapsed again. He’s in good spirits, though.” Sandy explains.

“He kept asking about you.” Medina chimes in. “You should go back. The second he heard you were here, he tried to sit up and get out of bed.”

You laugh at the oh-so accurate description of your boyfriend, nodding and walking past the two. Medina squeezes your hand as you pass, and you smile back at her.

“Room 118.” She tells you before the doors close behind you.

The room’s not that far down the hallway, and you hesitate before you open the door. Would he look like the Jim that you know, the Jim that you just spent fifteen minutes trying to remind yourself is still here and alive? Or would he look like the dead body that you see whenever you close your eyes, with sand sticking to his back and skin that’s icy cold to the touch?

“Standing there’s not gonna do anything for you.” You whip around to see a man in scrubs watching you. “Go on. I promise you, if he’s in one of these rooms then he’s gonna make it.”

It’s a little weird, this random nurse giving you advice, but you nod anyways before opening the door. Jim’s laying in the bed, which is propped up slightly so he’s not flat on his back. There’s an IV poking out of his arm, as well as wires poking out of the top of his hospital gown. From your limited medical knowledge, you’re pretty sure that this is an EKG. A cannula provides him a steady flow of oxygen, and the constant beeping of the vitals monitor assures you that this is all real. Jim tilts his head towards the door when he hears it open, smiling widely at the sight of you.

“Come here, baby.” He croaks out.

Tears obviously aren’t going to help the situation, but you still can’t help it when you start crying upon hearing Jim’s voice. There’s already a chair next to his bed, so you sit in that and let him grip your hand. It’s an uncomfortable position when you lay your head on his bicep, but you need to have physical proof that this is real and that Jim’s actually alive.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying.” You sniffle out.

“I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“No, you’re in the hospital! The rest of us need to apologize.”

“Why?”

“We didn’t keep a close enough eye on you. I should have gone to that party with you, if I was there then none of us would be here right now.”

“I shouldn’t have lied to you and Medina. I also shouldn’t have stolen the pills that Sandy hid from me. Please don’t beat yourself up about this, (Y/N).” You’re silent for a moment, reveling in the feeling of Jim running a hand through your hair. “‘Dina told me...that you were the one who found me?”

“Did I hurt your chest?” You ask. Although it’s not the most important thing to think about right now, for some reason it’s the only thing you can think about. Jim silently chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s sore, but that doesn’t matter. I was dead?” You stiffen before nodding, looking into his baby blue eyes. “Like...actually?”

“When I found you…” you have to take a deep breath before continuing, “when I found you, you were completely limp. Your lips were blue, you weren’t breathing, and you didn’t have a heartbeat.”

“Yep, definitely dead.” Jim has a really weird sense of humor when dealing with heavy topics, and this is no different.

“What was it like? Do you remember?” You ask quietly, bringing his hand up so you can kiss the back of it repeatedly.

“I heard you.” He says after a long moment.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head in confusion. Did you just accidentally say something out loud?

“There was nothing while I was dead, I was just bathed in this warm light that felt like when you lay on the sand after it’s been soaking up the sun all day. Warm in all the right ways, ya know?” You nod, confirming that you know the feeling. “But then, I heard you yelling my name. You just kept repeating ‘no’ over and over again. When you started CPR, I could hear you counting the compressions under your breath.”

“You--you heard me?” You say shakily. “How? You were, like, really dead.”

“I know, and I know this sounds so crazy, but I could see you too. Obviously my eyes weren’t open, but it was like this tunnel vision where I saw you crying and yelling at me.”

“And it wasn’t some weird vision?” You ask.

“‘Don’t you fucking die on me, Jim Mason.’” He quotes, sending chills down your spine. “You told the operator we were three miles south of Lunada.”

“Holy shit.” You breathe out.

“You literally brought me back to life, (Y/N). I never believed in angels before, but you are my angel.” You wipe your tears away with the back of your hand, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t tell me your near-death experience has made you a sap now, Jim.”

“I was a sap before I died, too.” Jim pauses, biting his lip while he considers what to say next. “I was telling Sandy and Medina this, but once I’m well enough to be discharged, I’m going to take a look at those long-term rehab facilities you guys were showing me. I wanna get better, and stay better. Hearing you sobbing for me and refusing to give up on me, and me not being able to do anything about it? I don’t ever want to put you in that position again. I want to be in your life for a long time (Y/N), and I want you to be in mine for a long time.”

“I think...that’s a really good idea, Jim.” You lean up to kiss his forehead. “I’m proud of you for realizing that you need help.”

There’s a quick knock on the door before it opens, and the same nurse that told you to go in pops his head in.

“It’s been fifteen minutes. Jim needs some rest, now.” You look at the nurse, pleading with him to let you stay longer, but Jim calls your name so you look at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” You lean in to kiss him, muttering against his lips how much you love him. “I love you too, baby.”

It’s so incredibly hard to leave Jim’s room, but you’re at peace knowing that he’ll still be here in the morning, waiting for you to come back.

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130lb of Ukrainian Courage (pt 5)

Ian nags, he cajoles and he even tries outright emotional manipulation. Mickey won’t budge. It is like they have gone back in time. The more Ian pushes, the more withdrawn and irritable Mickey becomes and the more difficult he gets, the more Ian wants to convince him.

The final straw comes when Ian brings it up during sex. Mickey is out the bed and furiously tugging on his pants before Ian has even finished his sentence.

“...what the fuck? You’re done already?”

“No.”

Mickey snaps,

“No, I’m not done and I didn’t even get a chance to fuckin’ start before you started running your damn mouth again.”

“Hey!”

Ian frowns and Mickey waves a semi-apologetic hand in his direction

“Sorry, but you won’t fuckin’ stop, Ian! It’s getting a little old.”

“I’ll stop when you listen!”

Realising Mickey has no intention of getting back into bed, Ian tugs his shirt back on and stands up

“No, you won’t because I have fuckin’ listened and you still keep going on.”

“But you don’t ac…”

“Tell me I don’t actually get it one more time and I swear to God, Ian...”

Mickey shakes his head irritably, trailing off before he says something that turns this into a full blown argument. He is pissed off, his balls ache and he needs to get away from Ian before things escalate, again.

“OK, OK I’m sorry. Will you … hey! Wait, Mick.”

Mickey leaves his hand on the doorknob but turns to face Ian who is now wrestling into his jeans preparing to follow him.

“What? What do you wanna talk about? I came up here to relax and get blown, not get bitched at.”

“Oh, nice. Thank you.”

Ian quips and Mickey rolls his eyes

“Yeah well I don’t feel like being a fuckin’ gentleman at the moment.”

“Clearly.”

Ian finally gets his foot through the narrow leg hole and draws himself up to his full height.

“I’m sorry that I’m annoying you but this thing is happening tomorrow and you still haven’t called it off.”

“And I’m not going to either. I told you why it’s happening and I told you it’s a one off fucking thing. Let it go.”

“Can’t you just ...”

“Jesus, fucking Christ.”

Mickey presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, his pulse is pounding in his temples and his temper is fraying horribly.

“NO! Whatever you are about to fuckin’ ask, the answer is a resounding fuckin’ NO!”

“Well I’ll just go fuck myself then shall I?”

Ian crosses his arms defensively over his chest and Mickey throws his arms out in a wild ‘what the fuck do you want’ expression of utter frustration

“Sure, you do that. Then at least one of us will get laid!”

He gives Ian one final blue-eyed glare and turns on his heel, storming out of the house.

*

Svetlana glances up from the bar and sighs. Her ex looks like someone has just pissed in his cereal and is heading straight toward her.

“What do you want?”

She asks as he kicks a bar stool out of the way and places tattooed hands flat on the counter top.

“I want to know why the fuck Terry is meeting our kid. Not this bullshit about family, I want to know what’s in it for you?”

He is looking at her with a knowing expression that Svetlana would rather like to slap from his face but she can’t fault him either because when it comes down to it, they do know each other very well.

“It is too late to change your mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind but Ian won’t shut the fuck up about it, so I at least want to know why the fuck my life has just got a whole lot more miserable.”

“Money for college.”

Mickey cocks his head to the side and compresses his lips, clearly wanting more.

Svetlana hesitates and then shrugs. What the Hell? Why not be honest?

“I disappointed him. I was meant to keep you happy, keep you straight. Do wifely duties to prevent your faggot urges. He thinks I let him down.”

Mickey draws his lower lip inwards and sets his teeth in it firmly. That is a fucking concern. If Terry is pissed at Svetlana it changes things a bit.

“So you’re on his shit list and using the kid as a bargaining chip?”

“No, I am on his shit list but I would never use Yevgeny. There is no harm in your father meeting his grandson and if it makes for happier relations – good.”

Mickey snorts and shakes his head in disbelief

“You really think it’s as easy as that with him?”

“It is with you. I gave you Carrot and you like me now.”

Svetlana smirks and Mickey runs his tongue over his teeth making a noise that suggests she should not be so sure.

“I’m not my dad, Svet. You should remember that. For your sake.”

“No, he is 200lbs of Ukrainian pussy. You weigh less.”

Mickey grins despite himself and raises his middle finger contemptuously.

“I’m coming tomorrow by the way.”

If Svetlana is surprised she covers it well and lifts one shoulder nonchalantly

“You think this is a good idea?”

“No. But Ian doesn’t want you and Yev going alone and I don’t either. I’ll pick you both up at ten.”

“Sometimes I can almost believe you truly care for us.”

She smiles icily and Mickey tongues at the inside of his cheek, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise

“I like the kid. You’re just 140 pounds of Russian bitch I’m stuck knowing for eighteen years.”

His tone is flat and dry and Svetlana’s face freezes before she lunges across the counter grabbing his shirt front

“I weigh ninety pounds at most!”

Mickey had been deliberately winding her up, being dicks to each other is pretty much ninety percent of their dynamic, but he’s never had such a spectacular result from doing so before and the shit-eating grin he gives her makes Svetlana instantly regret showing how bothered she is..

“Well shit. Looks like I found out how to melt the ice queen.”

His laugh is warm and genuine and Svetlana joins him a moment later, letting go and covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“Fuck off. I will see you tomorrow, asshole.”

“Later, fatty!”

Mickey grins, waving his middle finger in the air as he leaves.

*

Mickey gets home to find Ian in the middle of a passive aggressive cleaning frenzy. He sighs and leans against the counter waiting for him to notice that he is back. The Veronica’s are pounding out of the stereo, bemoaning their own shitty love lives or something and Mickey decides to have a beer whilst he waits. He can hear Ian stomping around upstairs, if he has cleaned the bathroom it will save Mickey a job later as it is definitely his turn.

By the time Ian skips downstairs, Mickey is on his second beer and feeling a little better about everything. Ian freezes when he sees him and then carries on as if Mickey isn’t there at all.

“Did you clean the bathroom? Cause you know, it was my turn to do that.”

Ian hesitates and then nods curtly. He had forgotten it was Mickey’s turn, not that it really matters anyway. Mickey is meticulous when he cleans but one room takes half the damn day before it is up to his standards.

He had intended to ignore his boyfriend for a bit but as Mickey is talking to him, it feels petty not to reciprocate.

“Where have you been?”

“Well I’ve been here for nearly half an hour but before that, I was at the Alibi.”

“Oh.”

Ian turns the music down and tosses the bucker of dirty water into the yard before coming back to stand in front of Mickey.

“So? What happened?”

“I asked Svet why the fuck I’m ruining my home life for this.”

Ian blushes but doesn’t say anything

“Turns out, Terry is pissed at her because she couldn’t keep me straight and she’s trying to make it up to him.”

“That’s crazy!”

Ian forgets what is left of his sulk and grabs the beer Mickey holds out to him.

“Yeah, it is. But that’s my Dad. Makes people do crazy shit.”

“Right, so what’s the plan?”

Ian sips his drink as Mickey shrugs and lights a cigarette

“Same plan but now I’m takin’ a gun.”

“What? Why?”

Ian’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he gawks at Mickey incredulously. Mickey is ridiculously calm by contrast and smiles blithely at him.

“I’m taking precautions to ensure a clear resolution to any problem.”

Ian ignores the fact that Mickey has clearly been reading his EMT manuals on handling difficult situations, though he stores the knowledge away to enjoy later, and focuses on the main issue

“So you think shit is going to go down?”

“No, but Terry might try and take Yev to teach Svetlana a lesson. He did that with some chick my uncle knocked up years ago. Took the kid to shake her up, keep her acting right. He’d bring Yev back in a day or two but why go through the hassle? Better just to nip that shit in the bud.”

Mickey leaves Ian digesting that new grim insight into the mind of his sort-of father in law and pushes away from the counter, heading toward his ‘junk’ drawer. Most houses have one and most contain random wires, old keys and letters that are too important to throw away but not important enough to bother filing.

Mickey’s contains all those things, plus an assortment of weapons and he keeps it locked purely because it is the only way Ian let him have it.

“Mick, wait … you can’t be serious about this?”

“You want me to show up with nothing but my dick in my hand?”

“No! I don’t want you to go at all! Any of you!”

Mickey smiles and pats Ian’s cheek gently

“I know, but things have changed a bit and I gotta handle it now.”

“What things?”

“The mother of our child is scared, Ian. I handle shit like that. That is my job.”

Mickey mumbles absently as he pulls out a box of bullets and three hand-guns, testing the grip on each before selecting his favourite.

“This … no. This is too much.”

“I agree. But what can I do? I’m sure it will be fine but better safe than fuckin’ sorry, right? He does something shitty, I’ll clip him in the leg.”

“Just kill him.”

The silence that greets his words envelopes Ian and he realises that those words have been bottled up in his throat for days, others have squeezed past them but it is those three words which he has wanted so desperately to say.

Mickey is looking at him but his expression is unreadable.

“He’s my fuckin’ father, Ian.”

Ian nods and makes a decision. It’s now or never because he won’t have the courage to push this conversation again.

“I know. But he’s dangerous and he’s unpredictable and we will never be safe with him alive.”

“I’l keep us safe.”

Mickey’s voice sounds like it is coming from that weird echo chamber again and he focusses all of his attention on the hand-gun in his palm.

“You can’t Mick. Not with him around. I could do it.”

Mickey snorts and shakes his head.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. You’re just gonna kill a guy, huh? You ever done that before?”

“No but I could.”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. It’s not just about pulling the trigger, Ian. It’s all the shit that comes afterwards. You already take a fuckin’ cocktail of pills to function with a clean conscience, you really wanna add murder to the list of things that fuck up your head?”

Mickey is angry and his tone is sharper than it would usually be but Ian holds his ground and lifts his chin defiantly.

“You’re not the only one who wants to protect this family, Mickey!”

Mickey’s hands are trembling with anger as he sweeps the other guns and the spare bullets back into the drawer and slams it shut. The whole situation is getting more and more fucked up. A few days ago Mickey was asking about their anniversary and planning to ask Ian to marry him. Now, he’s loading a fucking handgun and Ian is offering to commit murder! Fucking Terry! Mickey clicks the lock in place hard enough to rattle the whole unit and takes a deep breath through his nose.

“You have no fucking clue what it takes to kill someone and I am not gonna waste my fuckin’ time debating it with you.”

“How many times have you done it?”

“In cold blood, like you’re talking about? I fuckin’ haven’t! I don’t need that shit on me, Ian.”

Mickey shudders and looks up at Ian and his boyfriend can see the play of emotions running through him. Ian tenses himself ready for a blow but when Mickey’s hand comes up, it is to gently tuck a length of hair behind Ian’s ear.

“I appreciate how much you want to help but I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”

“But ...”

“Nah, man. I don’t wanna hear it. You ain’t doin’ time over a piece of shit like my dad. Forget it.”

Ian huffs out an impatient breath and looks down at the floor. He knows Mickey is probably right but he genuinely doesn’t think he would mind putting a damn bullet through Terry Milkovich’s head.

“I want you to stay in tomorrow morning, okay? I know you’re gonna hate it, but I just want to know you’re safe so I can focus on Yevgeny.”

Mickey plays his trump card and Ian scowls but nods his agreement without argument. Mickey hasn’t done this sort of job in years but it is as familiar as his old parka.

He has a plan.

He has a gun.

He has the obedience of his crew – grudging as it is.

No one is hurting his kid and no one is hurting his boyfriend.

As far as Mickey is concerned he has this covered.

#shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #yevgeny milkovich #Gallavich #shameless imagine #shameless us #Milkovich

[the-wavesinger]

Okay, so I watched TLJ last night, and I need to write my thoughts down ASAP. (Yuletide comments are coming, dearest authors, I just need to get this out first :D.)

(The Last Jedi spoilers under the cut)

Okay, so I really, really loved this. I was kind of worried based on the spoilers I read (I spoiled myself very very thoroughly before watching the film) but I loved it. I actually spent the entire time after the intermission either sobbing or holding back tears.

That being said, the story felt very...condensed? It felt like there were three different movies in there, honestly, and I would’ve liked it if there was more time and space given for the characters to grow. Even just like ‘and then time passed’ time, because the entire Poe + Finn + Rose storyline happened in, what, less than two days? The timelines felt way compressed.

First: Luke. LUKE. I cried so much I literally blurred up my glasses and couldn’t see the screen at his death (and I'd spoiled myself like crazy and was expecting it too). And I cried at almost everything Leia did, because Carrie Fisher ):. (And I was such a mess at Leia’s line--no-one is truly gone or something like that. I know she meant Kylo, but then the Luke thing happened and he’s probably going to be a Yoda-style Force ghost and I couldn’t stop thinking about Carrie help I’m crying again.) Luke Skywalker is dead and I just...I can’t even imagine. And I’m 99% sure Leia is going to die in the next film and it is going to break my heart. And just...Luke. Oh Luke.

Also, has anyone made a ‘Wait For It’ vid for Leia yet? Because if that song ever fit a person it would fit her. 'I've lost too much', 'I can't take another loss'. BREAK MY HEART WHY DON'T YOU.

Speaking of which, Leia/Holdo. God I ship Leia/Holdo, and honestly their last scene together is  just heartbreaking and wonderful and all the shipfuel. I want a lot of words on their relationship and backstory and the two of them working together for the Rebellion, please.

And Luke and Leia! I love the two of them sensing each other from across the galaxy (and in Leia’s case when she’s in a coma), and their reunion is everything, with Leia finally losing hope and giving up and Luke making a choice to stop giving up and appearing just as Leia needs him. Aaargh, that reunion was so beautiful and I’m glad they got their time together. And tbh I ship Luke/Leia even more now. (Forehead kisses! Sensing each other and each others’ deaths in the Force!)

I love Luke and I love his storyline, and as much as it breaks my heart to see how he falls and breaks and makes mistakes, I love his bitterness and his guilt and self-recrimination, and I love that he’s tied to the idea of the Jedi even if it’s the idea that Jedi fail, and he has to let go of that so that he can help Rey.

Also, Han/Luke ship has fuel added to the fire, because yeah. Yeah. Break my heart why don’t you Rian Johnson, with Luke’s grief for Han being so obvious.

Finn! Okay, I loved Finn a ridiculous amount in this and it was my favourite of the character arcs. I love how he goes from staying with the Resistance for the people he loves to being completely, utterly dedicated to the Resistance, to the point that he’s willing to die for it, and I love that he has to see more of the galaxy and see more of what is truly wrong with the First Order to commit so firmly to the Resistance. 

Phasma is...ehh. I like her cool armour, but she’s wasted potential. I’m sad the movie didn’t do more with her (less Hux more Phasma please, because I was completely and utterly bored to death by Hux, he's such a non-entity).

I love the role Rose plays in Finn’s growth and I love how Finn believes in Rose and gives her room to do her thing, and I love that they just both somehow...find each other (and Finn being stunned by Rose is pure love). They’re both people who, like Rey, come from nothing, but they’re still important because they’re the lifeblood of the Resistance, and because they’re people, and I lovelovelove that message. Their kiss at the end was very very sweet and I love Rose crashing into Finn to stop his suicide mission. I want to know all the things about Rose now, about them working their way out of the casino planet, about her childhood and making her way into the Resistance. I am a sucker for angsty backstory and the new trilogy is delivering very well so far.

(Also, I ship Rose/her sister. Just saying. That pendant...)

And speaking of Finn, I didn’t expect to like Finn/Rose, but I do. It’s so so adorable, and I love it. I like it as shippyness and I like it as friendship and I just love the two of them ridiculously. Please no Rose/Finn/Rey love triangle, though, that would ruin a lot of things for me. I love Finn/Rey, I love Finn/Rose, but I don’t love a love triangle.

And I love that Finn and Rey care for each other so much, and I love their reunion, which was ridiculously sweet and adorable and I love the two of them so so much okay.

Poe! Yeah, I’m getting definite Hamilton and Washington vibes from Poe and Leia, and I love it. History Has Its Eyes On You and Right-Hand Man for the two of them, Y/Y?

Anyway, I ship it. I didn’t before but I do now. I love that he’s reckless and young and impatient and that he’s wrong. And I love that he’s wrong and he learns, and he learns because Leia gives him the chance to learn. (I’d like to think that Leia sees something of herself in him :D.) I basically love everything about their relationship, how there’s clear affection between them but Leia isn’t afraid to dress Poe down if necessary. Gen or ship, I am here with bells on.

Poe/Finn: I swear Oscar Isaac doesn’t play this guy as heterosexual. They have crazy chemistry (Finn, naked? Oh, Poe), and they didn’t really interact much onscreen but Poe was basically eyefucking Finn whenever they did, and I love how much trust they have in each other.

Also, yes I loved Poe meeting Rey and now I ship Poe/Finn/Rey.

Holdo! Okay, I loved her character, and I love her look, and I wish she wasn’t dead. (Her dedication to the Light, her willingness to sacrifice herself. Gah.) I also love that the Rebellion’s top command is made up of three women in this movie, and older women too!

Some of her choices were...baffling. Like, the entire crew of the ship was discontent and close to mutiny, why didn’t she give them at least the outlines of a plan? But also Poe was wrong and wrong in a bigger way than her (I love you Poe but boy you fucked up), and I am very firmly Team Nobody on this wank. (Or rather, Team Poe/Holdo, because I came out of this film with lots of shipping needs.)

I saved Rey for last because, well, I love how Daisy Ridley plays her and I love her Rey very very much, but I found her plot to be the weakest of the film. Maybe that’s because I want an entire film of Rey learning and training, but I would’ve loved more of her storyline, more room for her to grow, and I’m disappointed she didn’t get it.

That being said, I do like how she’s earnest and determined and feels the call of the Dark, and I love that she says no. Even when it’s tempting, even when she’s being offered everything she says no.

And I love her idealism and her belief that Kylo can be saved (pet peeve: I’m annoyed that the movies canonized Ben SOLO it’s Ben Organa dammit) despite everything, even despite the fact that he’s killed Han. Kylo himself is one big blob of blah to me (whiny manchildren with temper issues aren’t my favourite thing), but I love Rey’s compassion for him despite him killing Han.

Also, I love the subversion of the ‘heroine saves bad boy’ trope. It would have hit a lot of nopes for me if Rey had actually managed to save him, . I do think he’s going to be redeemed in the next film (he didn’t, couldn’t, shoot Leia! I love that despite how he was able to kill Han face-to-face he wasn’t able to kill Leia from afar, and I’m very interested in seeing more of that relationship! And also the gold dice), but I also think that’s going to be from him than because Rey’s doing the emotional work for him, and I will be here for that very, very much. 

(And I get why people saw Reylo in this film. For me, Rey’s rejection of him was too utterly, completely final for me to ship it, but boy do I get why people saw this, and I’m v. sad I’m not into Kylo, because if I wasn’t so blah on him this would have the makings of My Kind Of Ship. Although if there’s Force  pregnancy for Rey in the next film I will actually kill someone.)

(Also, the criticisms that Rey is overpowered are stupid. The fight scene after Kylo kills Snoke, for examples, shows how much raw power she has but how much finesse she lacks compared to Kylo. They’ve actually done a really good job of making her power as realistic as it can be in the SW verse.)

And I love alllll the OT throwbacks, and more than that, I love how they used them to turn the narrative on its head. Seriously, I want to watch the film again just to catch the multiple times they’ve used OT callbacks to change the narrative (like, the entire capture/throne room scene which doesn’t lead to Kylo’s redemption? The shots of Poe clearly staged like the first Death Star shots with Luke but not leading to Poe being a big damn hero but to him being stupid? The attack on the mineral planet which is basically Hoth 2.0 minus snow, but it doesn’t end the way Hoth ends at all, but in a much worse shape? Luke and Yoda and everything about that, and how Luke was actually better than Yoda at teaching and it was his fear of failure that made him suck?

And I love the message of the film, that your blood isn’t important, that it doesn’t matter if you come from nowhere, you’re still someone. And that it’s people who matter, not winning the day (and I love that it’s Leia who’s ultimately the main carrier of this message). And I also love how what looks like a fruitless mission--Finn’s and Rose’s--is implied to cause the best hope they have for the future. And I love that it looks like we’re coming a full circle right back to the beginning again.

Also, for once, someone has done their research. I love Star Wars, but in the PT especially the Jedi were frankly offensive stereotypes. Someone’s done their research to make this less of a fuck-you to Buddhism, and I appreciate that very much. I adore that they went down the ‘Jedi cling too much to tradition instead of people’ route rather than the ‘BURN THE JEDI DOWN’ route. (And honestly are my exact opinions on the current state of Theravada Buddhism.)

Overall, I liked this film. It’s not perfect filmmaking, but it hit all the notes I love and I am here with bells on for the characterization and stories of this film. Tbh, I liked this better than TFA and I’m sad Rian Johnson isn’t directing Episode IX. (Also, I ship basically everything now. Help.)

#tlj #star wars #religion for ts #buddhism for ts #holy shit this got long #rey #finn #poe dameron #rose #vice admiral holdo #princess leia #Luke Skywalker