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aspirationalpeony · 4 months

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Quit Playin' Games (With My Heart)

Summary: While you're trying to puzzle out the mysterious Ms. Schemmenti, Janine invites you to a dinner party--at Melissa's house. Board games, bonding, and lasagna... What could go wrong? (See author's note at the end for prompt credit.) Content Warnings: A brief paragraph discussing homophobia. AO3 Link

Does Melissa Schemmenti like you?

You've got everyone else figured out. Janine would befriend an electrical pole if it had a smiley face stapled to it; Jacob befriends anyone Janine befriends. Gregory stays a little aloof, but he's been warming up the more you show him your LEGO sets. Barbara--well, she sees you as another one of the kids, you think, but you know she appreciates your self-sufficiency, tolerates you with a smile when you're in the conversation. And Ava is... Ava.

Melissa? Who knows? She called you by the wrong name the first month you were at Abbott, knowingly, watching your face with a wry twist to her mouth, waiting for you to take the bait. When you didn't, you earned your name back. She started making dry comments to you, like "You got enough glitter glue there, Martha Stewart?" as you passed her in the hall, arms full of art supplies. She saw you struggling with the copy machine one day and said, "Here," giving it a swift kick that brought it wheezing to life, but followed up with, "Thought your generation was good with tech. What do we keep you around for, huh?"

After those backhands you'd be in a spin, wondering and confused; then later that day or the day after she'd say something else, like, "Hey, not bad, shortstop," when you got something off a high shelf for her (why shortstop when you’re taller than her? Reverse psychology?), or "Good job on lunch duty. They didn't kill ya," and you'd go warm all over and your confusion would deepen and all you would think was: does she like me or not?

You’re just not sure. So you try not to listen the day they’re all in the break room, talking about a party at Melissa’s house. You can’t help but overhear snatches—Janine insisting she’ll bring lasagna, Jacob saying he’ll do dessert, Melissa saying “oh, brother” and Barbara assuring her gently, a smile in her voice, “And I’ll bring the wine”—but you keep your head down over your lunch and turn the page of your lesson plan and ignore them until Janine realizes, suddenly, that the room isn’t empty, that you’re at the table just next to them, and burbles, “Hey, you should come, too!”

Your eyes go to Melissa right away. She glances up over her cat-eye glasses and her look is inscrutable.

“Oh,” you say, “um, I don’t know. I have, like, a thing—“

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Janine says. “We’ll eat some amazing food—“ she flicks a curl over her shoulder, playing at an Ava-like preen—“we’ll play board games, we’ll bond…”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding!” Janine looks imploringly at her friends. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Melissa says at last, still looking at you. Your heart thumps. “You should come.”

And that’s how you end up here: Melissa’s house. You crossed the welcome mat reading GO AWAY, a cheesecake in your hands, and tried not to make it obvious how badly you wanted to stare around yourself, scrutinize every photo and every piece of furniture, trying to get a window onto this woman you can’t figure out. Everyone’s piled onto the couch or onto chairs, plastic creaking under them as they lean forward to the table to swipe a snack or their glass of wine, and there’s an open box, a few stacks of cards.

“I found this amazing get-to-know-you game,” Janine declares, sliding down to sit on Mel’s carpeted floor. “So, you spin the spinner, right, and whatever it lands on, you take a card with the same color, and then you ask the question that’s on it, and everybody answers, and—“

“How do you win?” Melissa says. She’s holding a glass of wine, its rim printed with her pink lipstick. She’s got her hair in a ponytail that leaves lots of little curls hanging everywhere. She’s wearing a tank top. These details feel incredibly important; you try not to think about them.

“Oh, uh…” Janine frowns at the instruction booklet. “I don’t think you win.”

“What’s the point of a game if nobody wins?” Melissa leans over to the coffee table, grabs a grape off a serving plate, pops it into her mouth. She glances over at Barbara, who’s perched very straight-backed in a plastic-covered armchair, nursing a little bit of wine.

“I, for one,” Jacob says, “think competition is over-valued in our society. American individualism—"

“Just spin it, Janine,” Barbara says.

Beaming at the approval of her mentor, Janine spins. She plucks a blue card: “What’s your favorite sexual—“ her eyes widen. “Uh.”

“Oh, this just got interestin’,” Melissa says, and sits up straighter.

“Let me take another one.” Janine puts that card aside. “Have you ever had a threes—okay, no. Are they all like this?”

Gregory, a silent presence sitting stiffly alongside Janine, turns over a card from the green and red piles. He reads one: “How do you like your partner to style their pubic hair?” Then, the red: “Confess to a sexual fantasy you’ve had about… A member of the group.” The questions sound even more bizarre in his level voice, although his lifted eyebrows and widened eyes telegraph his discomfort. His gaze darts to Janine, then away.

“Janine, what’s the name of this game, please,” Barbara says, looking as though she’s one syllable from combustion.

Janine lifts the lid of the box. “Adult Dinner Party. But I thought, you know, adult dinner party, a classy kind of—oh.”

Jacob picks up a blue card gingerly and turns it over. “Have you ever had sex in a public place?”

“I have,” you say. Every face in the room turns toward you. Your cheeks heat. Your eyes flicker between each incredulous look. “What? We’re supposed to answer them, aren’t we?”

“This just got interestin’,” Melissa repeats. There’s a strange look on her face, not quite amusement; you wonder if it’s respect. “Me, too.”

“Melissa!” Barbara gasps.

“What? You never got fingered in a dark ride at an amusement park?”

Barbara stands up with her wine and walks out of the room, muttering to herself. Glances pass between the rest of you. The corner of Melissa’s mouth curves up. “Spin again,” she says.

The next few questions are mercifully tamer: do you think French kissing is overrated, what’s one thing you’ll never do for a partner? More wine is poured, Melissa going around and topping off each glass, saying to Gregory and Janine, “Lighten up a little, will you?” Eventually she comes to sit on the floor with everyone else, four people around the coffee table. She’s picked a spot right at your side, your knees bumping, thighs aligned.

“Is Barbara okay?” you ask. You can smell her perfume; it’s spicy and floral and it makes you feel tipsier than you are.

“Oh, she’ll be fine,” Melissa says. “You don’t wanna know how many of my parties she’s walked out of. Hey, Barb!” She bellows it close to your ear, making you wince; it’s followed by a twinge of peculiar affection that so much volume can come from one little woman. “Check the lasagna, will ya!”

There’s an indistinct answer from the other room, full of barely-contained irritation. Melissa slugs back another swallow of wine as Jacob flicks the spinner.

He draws a card and reads, “Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Oh, well—obviously.”

Gregory and Janine shake their heads.

Melissa says, “Listen, what happens in cheer squad stays in cheer squad, alright,” to scandalized gasps from her audience. She looks at you. “How about you? No girls, huh?”

You’re arrested by her green gaze so close, the wine on her breath, the question itself. You start to tell her, yes, plenty of girls, but you’re blushing again, embarrassed, all your bravado from earlier draining away into the floorboards.

“Here,” she says, and leans in. You register the thought Holy shit in the moment before her lips touch yours. Her nose brushes your cheek. Her mouth is very soft and a hot breath puffs over you in the instant before she delicately parts her lips and you feel the sweet flick of her tongue. She leans back again. “Now you’ve kissed a girl.”

“Melissa!” Janine says, outraged, bewildered.

“I bet Ava would have come, if she’d known it was this kind of party,” Jacob mumbles to the bowl of pretzels in front of him.

“I’m going to go check on Barbara,” Gregory says, his shellshocked eyes firmly on the ground as he gets up.

“Hey, I’ll come with you,” Janine says, all nerves, “maybe the lasagna needs more parm,” and scrambles up after him.

Melissa’s pouring herself the last of the wine. She’s smiling to herself. You don’t get it: what was that for? Was it bait, like your name, like the ribbing comments, trying to get a rise out of you? Or maybe just out of the people around you—trying to be the most shocking in the room? You stare, trying to read the look of satisfaction on her face.

"I'll--the bathroom," you say, and get to your feet. "'Scuse me."

You've got kind of an idea where it is. The problem, you realize, is that you have to cut through the kitchen to get there. It's savory-smelling, rich with tomato scent, and full of furious whispering that dies instantly as you cross the threshold; Janine, intently grating parmigiano into a bowl, gives you a guilty look as Gregory quickly parts from her side. Barbara is at the island counter, maybe only half-participating, but she looks at you, too, and you know they've told her.

You feel it all over again: these are people who've had years to get to know each other. Who are you to them? Not really a friend, just a colleague, half-acquaintance. You're the new invitee, the odd one out, and even though it was Melissa that kissed you, you'll be the one who gets the blame for the ruined party, the awkwardness now swamping Mel's rowhouse. Your gut clenches. "Excuse me," you repeat and dart past them to the bathroom.

You run cold water from the tap and stick your wrists underneath the faucet, like you've got heatstroke. You wet your hands and press them to your cheeks, your neck, your nape, trying to quiet your thumping heart. You look in the mirror: there's a glazed look in your eye; you're conscious your lips are tingling. Why'd she do that?

You've been played with by straight women before. Not always out of conscious cruelty: some women, you've realized, are hungry for a kind of attraction that doesn't have fear and imbalance, and they can't always have that with men. They want to be wanted by someone they think won't hurt them, and they pick you--never thinking about what it does to your heart; never imagining that desire for a woman can be real, that it can mean anything to anyone.

Is that Melissa? She said that thing about the cheer squad. If she likes women, too, why would she mess with you? If she thinks you're straight, is she just trying to shock, the way she did Barb with that dirty answer about fingering, needling at what she thinks are your reservations and limitations? Because that's what she does, what she's been doing. Poking and poking, trying to get a rise. Should you have shouted? Should you have cried? What would satisfy her?

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti," you hear Barb say from the kitchen, muffled on the other side of the door. You freeze a moment, heart pounding all over again, then turn the water down to a trickle and inch toward the door, leaning closer. All you can hear are bits and pieces of what must be a thunderous lecture: "That girl... Well, I won't... You know that... Sweet, but... Learn to behave."

There's a sulky rumble in Mel's voice in answer.

You're going to have to go out there eventually. You listen a few more seconds, but if there's footsteps of people dispersing, or more conversation as they linger, you can't hear it. You resign yourself, turn off the water, dry off your hands. You give your cheeks a last press with your cold fingers, trying to ground yourself. You'll go out there and pretend it didn't happen. You'll make it through the night and see what happens tomorrow. That's all you can do.

Of course, you go out into the kitchen, and everyone else is gone, and Melissa's there.

She's frowning deeply and scrupulously wrapping the parmigiano in plastic. She says something under her breath; you catch a Sicilian curse and a "kids don't know..." When she hears the bathroom door click, her head goes up, and there's a moment, her eyes meeting yours, where she looks as nervous as you feel. She looks back down at the cheese, tightly sealing and wrapping its edges, then crosses to the big stainless fridge to put it away.

"Guess I scared you back there," she says. There's a challenge in her voice. Suddenly, your fear and loneliness uncoil; they spool out into anger. It's one thing to mess with you in words. You could call that friendliness, call it teasing. It's not fair to mess with you like this.

"You didn't scare me," you say. Your voice is stronger than you expected. Not loud, but sure. "I've kissed more girls than a cheer squad."

"Huh, look at you," Melissa says, "big player."

"What is your problem with me?"

The question catches her in the act of moving to the oven. She looks sharply at you--then away. There's something strangely un-Melissa about the act. She fiddles with the oven dial, then leans her hip against the counter and folds her arms over her chest. "Hon, if I had a problem with you, you'd know."

"Then what the hell was that?" You catch yourself starting to cross your arms, to mirror her, and lower them to your sides, where your hands clench tightly.

"I kissed ya." She lifts her chin and looks at you. "What, you didn't like it?"

Your anger wobbles; the question stumps you. "It--that doesn't--look, you've been doing this all year. Pushing me around. I don't get it. I didn't do anything to you. Maybe you think I'm annoying, or stupid, or--"

"Pushing you around?" Mel moves closer. Her voice gets a little tighter, a little louder. Her eyes glitter with challenge. "I invited you to my house."

"Yeah, you invited Jacob and Janine to your house, too."

"I don't like them the way I like you," she says, and freezes. You have a sense she's blurted something she didn't mean to say. It's stopped her right in the tracks of what she might have made an argument, draining the confidence out of her posture.

Your heart is thundering in your ears again. You replay that delicate, barely-there kiss: her face leaning toward yours, spicy scent of her perfume, wine on her breath, her green eyes, her soft, hot mouth. Her tongue. "What?" you say.

Her mouth twists. There's something faintly absurd about it, how it turns a grown woman toddleresque, and you get another pang of that strange affection from before, when she yelled right in your ear. It's strong enough to filter through your anger.

She shifts from foot to foot. With her shoes off in her own home, she suddenly looks half her usual height. Fondness washes against you. "Look," she says, "I'm forget-about-it years older'n you and I don't have time to play games, so--"

"This isn't playing games?"

She ducks her chin toward her chest. It's another gesture that's strangely unlike her. You hear Barbara's voice in your head: Melissa Ann Schemmenti... Learn to behave.

You move closer again. Her eyes flick up to yours and there's a sulky defiance in them, even when they drop briefly to your lips.

"Is this..." You don't know how to ask it. How do you ask Melissa Schemmenti do you want me in her own kitchen? "Melissa, what do you want?"

"C'mere," she says. She takes your chin in her grasp and brings you closer and kisses you again.

Wine, perfume, her skin. This time, it's not some playful schoolgirl thing. You can feel intention behind the slow press of her lips against yours. She lets it linger for a second, two, then leans back, looking into your eyes.

Whatever she sees has her turning you, your back against the counter, a hard line of granite. This time, you lean forward into her kiss. Her body presses into yours, all hips, soft belly, breasts. Her hands bracket your body against the edge of the countertop. Her way of deepening the kiss is to nip your lower lip and make you gasp, so that her tongue can flick into your mouth, brushing against yours and sending tingling ripples through your whole body.

You cup her jaw. She’s so, so warm. You slide a hand back and brush some of those loose, careless locks of red hair behind her ear. You kiss her and kiss her; when your tongue teases against hers, deliberately now, she makes a sound like a whimper that you feel head to toe, like a current of lightning passing through you, dispersing into the ground.

“So,” she says, with you securely pinned, flushed, breathing hard, “what do you think?”

What do you think? You go back in for another kiss. She chuckles against your mouth and can barely kiss you back for her smug smile. This time, it’s your kiss, not hers, and you explore exactly how you want to: sucking and nibbling her lower lip, licking into her mouth, your hands dropping to her waist, pulling her against you. She melts into you, and there’s a thunderous sense of power and desire in you, tied to how her arms come up to loop around your neck, how her spine softens and her body sways into yours.

When you’ve got your breath back, you ask her, “Should we go back out there?” You know you have to, but you don’t know how you’ll manage it. You’re sure you have this moment written all over your face, glassy-eyed and out of breath. Melissa does, too: her lipstick is smeared. “Maybe in a few minutes?”

“I think,” she says, “I should kick all of ‘em outta here, and you’n’me keep the game and the lasagna, and we have some fun.” Her hand drops, intervening between your body and the counter so she can firmly grab your ass. You squeak. “Huh?”

“I—I think that would be pretty rude.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” she says, though she doesn’t let go of your ass. “And they planned this whole thing for us, so…”

“Wait—” you lean back a little to get a clear picture of her face. “What?”

“Janine’s idea,” she says. “I found out after they invited you. They knew I thought you were cute—“

“You told them that?”

“Course I didn’t,” Melissa says, “I look like somebody who goes splashin’ their business everywhere? ‘Specially where Janine can hear it? I’ll tell you about what she did to me’n my sister some time. They figured it out on their own. I mighta been lookin’ at your ass at work.” She gives it a pinch.

“So the board game…” You frown.

“I think that was an accident for real.” Her face pinches in a frown. “‘Magine Janine tryin’ to get us to talk dirty to each other out there?” The frown vanishes and the leer she gives you makes you feel very, very naked. “We could talk dirty in here, if you wanna.”

“Okay,” you say, “I think we have to go serve dinner.” If you let her keep going, you don’t know if you’ll have the will to stop her. You hear the next thought in her voice: What? You never got fingered in a kitchen with all your coworkers right outside? “Wait—“ your brow creases. “Did Barbara seriously go along with this?”

Melissa clears her throat. “She didn’t know at first—and then, I wanted her here, y’know, in case, uh…”

“Things went badly?” you supply. Melissa pinks. You smile at the sweet strangeness of it. “Were you guys going to drink a bottle of wine so you could… Mope about me?”

“I wasn’t gonna mope about ya,” Mel says, “because I knew you weren’t gonna turn me down, and you’d be an idiot if you did, so.”

“I would,” you agree, and have to go back in for another kiss, two, three. “I would be an idiot,” you murmur against her.

“Okay,” she says when you can finally stop kissing her, “okay.” She gives your ass a slap that makes you gasp. Her eyes narrow, cataloguing that response, and her smirk, of course, resurfaces. “You take the lasagna out of the oven. I gotta fix my lipstick.” She steps away, and pauses. “You might wanna…” She gestures to her mouth.

You rub your tingling lips and your fingers come away with the pink of her lipstick. Your face heats.

“Or keep it,” Melissa says, “looks good on you,” and she gives a preening toss of her high ponytail as she turns away to the bathroom.

You watch her go, her hips swaying as she moves. You have a sense of the world tilted on its axis: all that teasing and game-playing—because she likes you? More than likes you—wants you? Janine inviting you, Jacob and Gregory playing along—because they really do care? Barbara scolding Melissa in this kitchen—because she wants her best friend to treat you right?

You find a napkin and scrub the lipstick off your mouth. Each step you take across the kitchen feels like levitation, an inch or two above the floor. You check the lasagna. There’s two: one big lasagna, and another small, plain one for Gregory. You lift each casserole dish out of the oven, and they smell better than ever in a house full of friends.

You cross to the doorway and peek out into the living room. “Lasagna’s ready,” you say to the four faces that turn to yours, and you know you’re smiling like an idiot, but you can’t help it.

Janine bounces up. “I can’t wait for you to tryyyy itttttt,” she sing-songs. “I learned from the best!”

Barbara passes you to find plates and ready the table. She gives your arm a little pat as she goes—the first time she’s ever touched you. You feel a Janine-like burst of effervescence at the thought that Melissa’s best friend approves.

Melissa reappears. She picks up a cutter for each lasagna, an armful of cloth napkins, another bottle of wine. Jacob and Gregory gather the glasses from the coffee table. You stick your hands back into the oven mitts to carry each dish in.

As everybody gets settled in, pulling out chairs, Janine proudly adding her bowl of grated parmigiano to the table (“just in case!” she burbles), you catch Melissa’s eye. She’s looking at you, a soft fondness in the gaze; the tender creases at the corners of her eyes make your chest squeeze around your heart, which feels three, four times as large as it was before.

“What do you think?” you ask the table. “Should we bring over the cards?”

Your friends laugh. Barbara shakes her head and rolls her eyes. Melissa Schemmenti, looking at you, smiles.

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Author's Note:

My next fic was intended to be a sadder hurt/comfort fic, but I received the following prompt from @morgana-larkin:

I love your first fic and I wanted to know if you could do one more on the fun side. Where the whole group goes to either Melissa or reader’s place for game night and they all end up playing truth or dare while drunk and someone dares one of them to kiss the other. Then after everyone leaves the two of them end up admitting their feelings. Thank you!

I did make some tweaks to the premise to suit my storytelling style, which I hope is okay. I did my best to honor this fun and lovely prompt. Thank you so much!

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader

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zoropookie · 3 months

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HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter six — everyone f**king stinks! 💋

The entire area felt foreign to you.

It was like walking into the backrooms, but if the backrooms were filled with stans and nerdy enthusiasts of the backrooms. Your stomach was rumbling with pure anxiety, and for a split second, there was mirth dancing in your eyes.

Once you stopped, you were in clear view of a big banner that had all of Inazuma's members on it. It was a promotional emblem for how long they'll be here and their times they'll be available to see people.

You shouldn't have felt jealous, but you did, and you pried your eyes away from the showcase, looking back at her three friends who accompanied you first.

"Where's Aether and Tohma anyway? Are they still at the hotel?"

"Uh, something happened I guess? They said they would catch up with us eventually." Lumine said, but before she could fully confirm, she saw the aforementioned inside and pointed.

You bated your breath for a second, twiddling with your phone in your hand like a fidget spinner. “Should I really..?”

“Go for it! What’s the worst that can happen?” Ayaka said in an encouraging whisper.

“At this point? I don’t even think I’d like to know.” The line slowly moved up, and with more of a hushed resolve, you tapped on the LIVE button on the app and held the camera up with a bright smile on your face. “HI CHAT!”

Instantly, everyone in practically a mile radius looked back at you. Either with confusion or sheer disgust and apprehension. Most of them were talking amongst themselves about you ‘actually showing up’.

But Hu Tao hopped on board as the line was moving, cheerfully waving. They were inside of the convention in no time, all four of the group with coffees in their hands, lanyards clearly showcasing that they were streamers, the whole she-bang.

You quickly ran to an empty corner of the convention, quietly whispering to your audience. “Guys, I never knew that the rumors were true, but…everyone seriously fucking stinks in here!”

“No seriously. Holy shit, people. Wear deodorant or a hazmat suit, whatever. Please.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad!”

“AYAKA. This is the in real life version of the green fumes you see in the cartoons, please be so for real right now.” Hu Tao replied.

A flood of hate was in your chat, mostly people telling you to end the stream if you were going to talk shit and to keep yourself safe. You paid no mind as you showcased everything with your friends, including the different stands. But as you went further along, and the more people who were fans of Inazuma started to notice you were here, the more hostile a lot of people seemed toward you? You weaved through crowds silently, and it still felt like people knew that it was you.

You didn’t even see a point in streaming, up until you accidentally shoved your coffee into somebody’s back. You feel with a forceful thrust to yourself, hardly doing any damage to the person in front of you other than moving them slightly and getting drips and talons of coffee all over their black clothes. You were splashed in the face with your own hot coffee as well, brown liquid all around you as it sunk into your lower back and the fabric around you.

Your phone skidded across the floor, but in view of the ceiling and still actively on live. Hu Tao’s breath was knocked out of her lungs, and it looked like her soul tap danced out of her body. “Oh…Y/N—!!”

Frustrated, you took your phone, and noticed that it now had a big crack before feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You still had a financing plan on this bad boy! You were so pissed that the scorching coffee on your skin had nothing to your blood boiling.

“You really need to watch where you’re going!” You barked. “You can’t just be in the way of the stands if you’re not looking, there’s a reason why the yellow tape is literally everywhere! Hey!”

There was a long silence, and a second of despair from Hu Tao as she quickly shook her head at you in view. She seemed to be mouthing at you something, but you didn’t seem to capture what she was talking about until the person turned around. Ayaka simply didn’t know what to do except look worried, and Lumine was entirely frozen.

“I want to know…who the fuck you’re talking to like that. Huh?” The #1 streamer himself, Scaramouche said as he approached your figure on the floor. He was hovering over you like a sleep paralysis demon. “Because it’s not me. Look up at me while I’m speaking to you. You were trying to get my attention a few seconds ago, what’s wrong?”

“Oh my god,” Lumine murmured. “Guys…we need to get them.”

“Lumine…” Hu Tao looked at her with pleading eyes. “I’m deadass about this. We are next if we go over there.”

As you realized that you did this in the exact proximity of Inazuma’s huge booth, you were hoping whatever God put you into cardiac arrest in that moment.

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whinlatter · 2 months

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The broken family bond between Harry and Petunia!

wow while usher was dancing his socks off at half-time you were thinking about petunia dursley née evans' malicious treatment of everyone's favourite grouchy knobbly-kneed jock... what does this say about you anon? look inwards

i feel terrible that i do not have too many thoughts about the broken family bond between harry and petunia but i DO have thoughts about what harry represents as a challenge to the nuclear family unit and its associated class connotations that petunia cares so much about. one thing i have been thinking A Lot about recently is petunia's description of snape as 'that awful boy' in ootp (which ofc, at the time, harry thinks is a reference to james), and how petunia's ideas about class and social mobility colour her view of wizards and, by extension, her resentment and contempt for harry. sooo i have talked about that instead......... ctrl + f neoliberal renders 2 results below i'm so sorry

when we meet petunia in the canon timeline, she's a parody of a tory home counties suburban housewife, striving middle class in the very thatcherite neoliberal sense, all about the house prices and the pension pot, with her perfectly maintained peach home decor and pristine garden, with a husband who has made his money through a managerial position in industrial manufacturing, who sends her son to private school and monitors the material wealth of her neighbours and associates very acutely. we know that young petunia wanted to join wizarding society and was rejected by it, and we know that adult petunia now holds wizarding world and its culture in open contempt. we particularly know that petunia hated snape, and that, other than lily, snape was the first wizard she ever really met. to young petunia's eyes, snape had all the visible markers of poverty and of being working class ("They live down Spinner’s End by the river," she told Lily, and it was evident from her tone that she considered the address a poor recommendation.') nevertheless, by virtue of being a wizard, this shabby poor-looking boy was elevated above petunia as something particularly special, and sneered at petunia as lesser than him as a result. i think this is interesting, because i think young petunia processes her rejection from magic by starting to think of magic and wizarding culture as a perverse subversion of the class system she knows and believes in, where a visibly working class person can somehow be special and worthy. (we can speculate what she would make of james potter as her son-in-law - james, while obviously wealthy, is old money posh coded - he doesn't work for a living! - aka not at all invested in the hard-work discourse, keeping-up-with-appearances that the new money suburban types that petunia strives for).

why does this matter? i just think it's very striking that petunia's complaints about harry are so often expressed less in terms of the danger of his magic, than his threat to external perceptions of her and her family, and, especially, as a challenge to their class position

petunia makes critiques of harry's messy appearance, his misbehaviour at primary school (caused by his magic), his association with the criminal (sirius black) and the shabby (the weasleys), and his refusal to respect or show any deference to vernon and the family despite their great attempts to maintain the trappings of respectability. the particular horror of harry's presence in the dursleys' life, in petunia's mind, is that his existence makes her family an alternative blended family, which compromises all that petunia holds dear in terms of the trappings of middle class respectability that puts a great deal of social capital on the nuclear family unit and no deviation from it. i don't mean to suggest petunia only perceives magic as a class threat, or that she doesn't fear harry's magic as something dangerous. her response to dudley's dementor run-in proves how much she fears what magic can do (and, ofc, she knows what happened to lily). but what's striking in DH is that petunia is still umming and ahhing, as vernon is, about whether to go into hiding. unlike movie!petunia in that deleted scene, book!petunia still isn't convinced about 'what these people are capable of'. for this reason, i think petunia has come to think of wizarding culture in terms of a fundamental challenge to the class system she understands and upholds, and to the primacy of middle class new money neoliberal suburban identity that is petunia's entire worldview. and that's really the source of her beef with harry: not his threat to her safety, but to her class identity, which is adult petunia's whole world.

#petunia’s favourite usher song is love in this club #meta #the dursleys #petunia dursley #banging on about class again i am SO sorry

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codenamesazanka · 2 months

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Dabi:

General backstory given in Chapter 301 and 302 - the specifics of the breakdown of the Todoroki household, how Touya ended up developing Blue Flames, and what led to the inferno at Sekoto Peak.

Then gets one more backstory reveal in Chapter 350 when he reveals to Shouto how he became Dabi - how coming home after three years and seeing the "same old story" of Endeavor's selfishness and abuse was the thing that truly broke him.

Spinner (and Heteromorphs):

General backstory given in Chapter 220 - that heteromorphs are discriminated against, to the point there's anti-heteromorph hate groups; Chapter 233 tells us Spinner was bullied into becoming a shut-in.

Then more details are reveal in Chapters 370-373 - how widespread and entrenched anti-heteromorph sentiments are in the countryside, how heteromorph children are "forced to bear scars"; Spinner tells us a specific thing - he was sprayed with pesticides just for walking outside. Lots of Heteromorphs in general hold a grudge against Heroes for not doing anything about this.

Toga:

General backstory given in Chapter 225 and 226 - she had a quirk that had her instinctively associate affection with blood-drinking, her parents yelled at her and she went through quirk counseling but it didn't work, and later she snapped and stabbed a kid.

Gets more detailed backstory flashbacks in Chapter 391 - the extent of the emotional abuse her parents dealt, the conformity and alienation that quirk counseling forced upon her, and just how inhuman she's felt living on the current world.

In all the above, we have the villain; their backstory pointing to a problem, established in Act II of the story; and as they confront the Hero in a final battle in Act III, a second part to the backstory is revealed - one that shows how the problem is actually worse than previously shown. (To validate the genuineness of the villain's pain and anger at just how Heroes have failed them; final emphasis that the villains really do deserve saving and the Hero is correct for wanting to save them.)

So. Shigaraki:

His general backstory given in Chapter 222 and Chapter 235-237 - the dysfunctions of Shimura family that can be traced back to Nana's decision to pick heroics over family; how Tenko had been repeatedly rejected and ignored by people who should've helped him; the Decay quirk manifesting; and how AFO took advantage of this accumulation of tragedies to groom Tomura into the Symbol of Fear.

All that, but following the possible pattern, I think we might just get one more backstory reveal for Shigaraki, especially given the memory share between him and Deku. A new flashback to his time growing up with AFO.

Place your bets on what it is. Me, I think we'll finally learn why All Might ticks him off so bad.

#shigaraki tomura #Shimura Tenko #spinner #Iguchi Shuuichi #toga himiko #dabi #todoroko touya #bnha #mha #heroaca #nalslastworkingbraincell

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mythicamagic · 1 year

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Death Comes Knocking

AN: Not finishing projects seems to be the norm right now- so just take this lil 1,000 words of Lobo/Muerte x reader bc he gave me brain worms okay? Puss in Boots The Last Wish was so good you guys omg.

Pairing: Muerte x Female Reader

Rating: T

Summary: She's given a stern warning. 'No more of your kind are allowed' so she extends an offer to Death in return.

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She’s seen him before, on the faces of those she’d loved. Their eyes would glaze over and become empty, void of all animation, becoming quiet and still as they took their last breaths. There- in the right hand corner of that glassy void in their pupils- the shadow of Death could be briefly seen, passing over and stealing all light.

The silk spinner has witnessed this countless times- from the luxury of these people’s bedsides as they peacefully passed, to freak accidents involving one too many drunken unicorns and a travelling puppet show. The world she inhabited was colourful, vibrant and endless- so it stood to reason that in this world, Death himself could be a real, breathing creature.

She just never expected to gain a personal audience with him.

“You’re becoming lonesome, inmortal.”

The woman jumped, startled so badly she lost grip on the white sheet she’d been taking down. A large hand snapped out to catch it mid-air, slowly lowering it back down to her in offering. It took a moment for her frozen hands to accept it, gazing up at the creature looming over her washing line. His shadow swallowed her whole. He gazed at her with a kind of unblinking- red eyed fixation- the kind that betrayed his identity before the suffocatingly still atmosphere did, as if time itself had frozen.

A wolf had entered her garden.

“Hate to be a bother…but when you get lonely it becomes a problem for me,” he continued in his perfectly polite tone. There was a faint, gravelly edge to his voice, but it hummed pleasantly in her ears rather than frightened her.

Recovering from her shock, the silk spinner folded her sheet and placed it atop a waiting pile.

“How so?” she found her voice.

“Well, you repeat the cycle, of course- the one that led you here,” he wandered around her humble garden, taking care to weave around bird feeders and windchimes without so much as a strand of fur brushing them. He moved on two legs like any human, not an odd sight. The graceful fluidity of his movements was alarming though. Deliberate and predatory. He was looping around her in a lazy circle that was slowly tightening. “It’s only natural…everyone’s predictable in a few certain ways: one of them is the universal truth that when you get lonely, you seek company,” he mused, finally stopping before her. “And the company of mortals just isn’t cutting it anymore, is it? Hm, my friend?”

He stood a good several feet taller than her. Not even attempting to crane her neck up, the woman tidied her basket and lifted it as if readying to walk back into her tiny cottage. “I’m fine. I don’t need anyone. They all die eventually, I’m not sure why you’re worried.”

With that said she took a step, only to find her wicker basket snagging on something- a sickle. The wolf practically used it as a fish-hook, turning her back to face him, and this time she had no choice but to gaze down the grey expanse of his muzzle straight into those vibrant red eyes.

“You’re not listeniiing~” he sing-songed in a gentle, cajoling tone full of too much teeth. He tilted his head with a patronising smile. “What cycle led you here?”

As if she could forget. “My creator was…lonely,” she murmured. “So, he made me, and eventually more of my kind.”

“Right you are! And I’m not such a big fan of that. Of your…kind,” a single deadly claw skimmed her cheek in a whisper of steel on flesh. The suggestion of it sent her heart racing. “You’re all so heavy. I can feel you.” All at once the playfulness vanished from his expression, leaving only a quiet sense of malice and frustration in his tight whisper. “The world won’t withstand the weight of too many of you.”

“So you’re here to stop me before I can even think about creating more immortals, is that it?”

“Bingo! My work here is done,” the wolf leaned back with satisfaction, and it felt like the garden could breathe again. Air entered her lungs, and the silk spinner shuddered quietly when his shadow drew away, allowing sunlight to kiss her skin anew.

With his silent warning given, the wolf swung his previously concealed sickle up onto his shoulder and happily strolled toward her humble gate, whistling an eerie tune.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she murmured, so quietly it was a surprise he heard her at all. But he halted immediately in his tracks. She could see his hackles rise a little just beneath the folds of his hood. “I’m not afraid, so there’s no reason for me to listen to you- Muerte.”

Death turned and met her even gaze. His silver fur fanned gently in the breeze, his tail flicking with agitation.

“Oho I really don’t think you want to go there,” light glinted off his sharp rows of teeth, the points glinting like treacherous mountain peaks. “True I can’t harvest your soul, but you’ve seen the life flashing before people’s eyes as I’ve taken them.”

He was suddenly there before her again, tilting her chin up with the flat of his blade. Her body automatically tensed, watching as the black specs of his pupils shined white, two moons hanging in a blood-soaked sky. “You were there, just as much as I was. You know- cordera- how painful it can be. How painful I can make it,” hot, panting breath fanned over her upturned face. Those rows of teeth were now inches from her ear as he leaned in close. “You won’t die, no- but are you really prepared to suffer me, over and over again, for breaking the rules?”

She swallowed. It was impossible not to picture the numerous grizzly ways she’d seen or heard people die.

Satisfaction leaked into his animalistic features. “Heh, thought so. Be seeing you.”

But I…I’m still alone.

Before he turned away, Death seemed to notice her expression. “If you’re really that hungry for company, then find the other heavy ones weighing this world down.”

“I don’t uh- get on well with the others,” she admitted weakly, knuckles relaxing from her death grip on the wicker basket. “We’d be living together if we enjoyed each other’s company.”

“Touché.“ He shrugged his large shoulders, resting a sickle on one with a bored look. “Well it’s not my problem, figure it out on your own time.”

Alarm flashed through her chest inexplicably as he finally turned away.

“Wait-“

“Carajo!” he hissed, glaring at her like she’d overstayed her welcome despite him being the one to approach her home. “What is it now?”

“Since you’re the one who has a problem with me creating fellow immortals- but I’m still hungry for company- the solution is right under our noses, no?” She smiled and dropped her basket to spread her arms wide, gesturing to the humble space situated on the mountainside. “You will become my companion.”

It amused her to see his dark features become blank with genuine surprise. His triangular ears perched upon his head flicked and flattened to his skull as if he’d tasted something sour.

“Cómo fue?”

“You are Death incarnate,” she said, confidence filling her tone the more she spoke. Yes- why hadn’t she thought of it before? This was perfect. “You won’t die- and I can’t be killed and won’t age. It makes sense to keep each other company.”

“You want…my company? Mine?” He shot her a look like she was crazy.

“Is that a problem?”

He tilted his head, falling silent for a long, silent moment. His eyes narrowed, sweeping over her frame as he stalked closer. “…You must be starving very badly, if your need has driven you to beg for me to be in your midst. Only the souls of the suicidal and desperate call for me.”

“I’m not quite that far gone in my apathy for life. I’m 500 years young,” she smiled, offering her human hand out to his monstrously large, silver furred one to stop him from baring too harshly down on her, stopping him in his tracks. “But yes, I am…famished,” the admission slipped out oddly breathlessly, though she was uncertain why.

His mouth slowly upturned, sizing her up in an entirely different way from before. Intrigue, perhaps? He looked just as hungry as she felt.

“Well, well. What big eyes you have,” he purred, gazing at her intently with a wicked gleam in his own red hues.

She returned his smile with one full of teeth as her hand became engulfed in fur and warmth.

From that day on, Pygmalion’s immortal bride kept Death’s company whenever he had a moment to spare.

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End

#puss in boots: the last wish #puss in boots muerte #muerte x reader #puss in boots the last wish spoilers #puss in boots the last wish wolf #puss in boots death x reader #Lobo x reader

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yellowbluemoonshine · 1 year

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Toga & Dabi Relationship;

Lets take a moment for Toga and Dabi’s relationship. Unlike the fanon idea, canon Toga-Dabi wasnt as good as now and they actually disliked each others a lot and this is why i find it interesting the later interaction they have.

At the start when they met Shigaraki, despite the fact that both of them had interest in Stain, it was completely opposite reasons. Toga for her own type, Dabi for his ideals. Toga who always honest to herself and Dabi who who always deny his feelings. You would think they are complete opposite but actually, they are similar in core. Because in the end, both of them was driven by personal feelings. Toga for idea of love and Dabi for revenge.

Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga. They had that ‘i will kill you’ moment when they met but at least, their relationship with Shigaraki changed, not much later. Every decision Shigaraki made, the fact that he made league, that he gave a speech about messed up society, and later actually become a leader, accept them, treat them with care and respect, even later to save them etc etc. With every move he made, Shigaraki eventually won their heart one by one or all together. He gained Dabi’s respect and Toga’s care.

But that wasnt the case between Toga and Dabi, really. Just because they are in same group doesnt mean that they are super close, after all. He constantly look down her and call her crazy. To him, she is just crazy and thats it. And Toga, of course, dislikes anyone who doesnt accept her.

Toga vs Dabi Smash Bonus;

-Before the match-

Toga: Dabi, you are not cute.

Dabi: Yeah, I agree.

-Toga wins-

Toga: I wanna go home. You’re annoying.

-Before the match-

Dabi: You’ve got a few screws loose, y’know.

Toga: Uh-huh, and that’s fine!

-Dabi wins-

Dabi: See? We don’t need you.

Source.

Of course, even their dynamic change since legaue is home for them. Toga tease him and worry about his wounds while Dabi seems to be a little softer to her than before. (He is smilling, unlike before). Like sibling dynamic.

I always thought that Toga and Dabi are the ‘selfish’ ones in the group when it comes to working together or doing things for the sake of group because they both always focus on doing their own things more than doing thigns for group. Compare this to other members;

Shigaraki is literally leader and despite the fact that he doesnt have to, he does his best to making their wishes come true. Twice is too who always live for the sake of group. Even Mr compress, he also has his own goal too but still, he become the caretaker of the bunch of children in a sense. Spinner isnt really much a caretaker of group but still, he follows his leader and after Twice’s death, he is the one who try to put the group together. I think, compared to them, Toga and Dabi didnt realize that how lucky they are to have their this weird family, until they loose it. After Shigaraki is gone (and Mr Compress too), and especially after Twice’s death.

I think thats when Toga and Dabi’s relationship truly changed because Dabi changed his perspective of her. The way she reacts to Twice’s death like that shows that she cared, that she is not just selfish crazy girl.

And later, Dabi most likely saw Toga’s home. How she was forgotten, abandonded, just like him. Maybe first time he ever really related to her and he reach out to her, comforting him by burning her house, giving Twice’s blood and telling her to smile. Thats also the first time he calls her with her name, i think. Look at Toga’s warm smile, how happy she is.

And we later see in official picture that Toga imitates Dabi’s frankeinstein move and Dabi softly smile. Note; Toga only imitate people she loves.

And later, they work together, to not let heroes forget about sad man’s parade. Of course MVP is Spinner and he did a lot but i love their character developments too. We also see Dabi’s first time saying ‘we’, not just ‘him’ because its not just about him anymore. Its about them and what society did to them.

Personally, i never thought their interaction and characters would improve this much, i am so proud of them. I might’ve made similar meta about their relationship before but anyway, i wanted to talk about them again because i feel like they grow up a lot since then.

#toga himiko #dabi #todoroki touya #mha meta #bnha analysis #bnha 375 #bnha 376 #character development

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curiousquirks · 10 months

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Late Nights on Concrete (+18)

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Non-Penetrative Sex, Grinding, AFAB Reader, AFAB Dialogue Used, Fingering, (Slight Non-Con Exhibistism) but normal Exhibistism too, Pet Names Used (Princess), Dabi’s an ASS, Unsafe Sex, Humiliation, Non-Consenting Unknowing Sleeping People in the Room

Word Count: 2,831

Summary:

“Better be quiet.” He whispered, taunting you. “Since you didn’t want it, I’ll just help myself.” | Dabi decides your ass pressing against him while trying to sleep in this rundown building the League decided to camp out in was driving him crazy. Might as well use you to get himself off, but don’t worry he’ll handle it himself since he’s such a gentleman.

Your feet stumbled into a dusty run down building, almost tripping on debris as you moved to bring your shirt up to cover your face. Echoed complainants can be heard as the rest of the League members follow behind you. You quickly move over to the window on the opposite side of the room, using your other hand to open it. You begin uselessly waving the dusty and gross air towards the window, cringing as you scrunch up your face in disgust.

“This place is awful!” Toga whined, pulling her sleeve to cover her hand before trying to wipe off the chair she found in the corner. “Why can’t we ever find decent places to stay in.”

“Shame we can’t stay in hotels, on account of how suspicious we all look.” Sako mused, moving around the shack as he inspected everything. “And the lack of funds too, of course.”

“I don’t see contributing anything to help.” Shigaraki countered Sako's rambling, dragging himself over to the couch no one wanted to go near before throwing himself onto it. “Stop bitching.” He mumbled into the couch cushion beneath him.

“At least this place has a roof.” You joked, nearly coughing as you moved to open more windows. “Last one didn’t.”

Toga pouted as she tried settling into the chair, crossing her arms not intending to get up to help at all. “I’m still upset that I didn't get to go into town this time. How come Spinner got to go?” She whined, using her foot to push a board nearby away from her.

“It was our dear leader’s idea.” Sako answered, perching himself onto the counters nearby.

“You’re just upset because you finally got told to stay behind for once.” You taunted before you started kicking the debris near the walls to give everyone more space.

“I am not.” He defended immediately, implying that he was upset. “I just think that my quirk is quite beneficial in getting supplies for the whole League.” He lifted his hand up, rolling marbles between his fingers to show his point.

“And I see staying behind doesn’t prevent you from still finding ways to get out of helping.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes.

“Toga isn’t helping you.” Sako shot back, removing his mask. “Neither is Shigaraki.”

“Oh, I’m aware.” You said shooting a glare towards the couch. “Dabi wouldn’t help if he was here either!”

“Wouldn’t help with what?” Dabi’s voice was heard from the open front door. “Nevermind, I see why you need it. This place looks like shit.”

“That’s what I said!” Toga added, still pouting in the corner.

“Great more useless bodies in my way.” You complained, continuing your thankless work of moving shit out of the way.

Dabi moved closer to you when your back was turned. “Maybe if you asked instead of bitching and assuming you’d get it, people would actually help.” Dabi's voice was loud as he spoke next to your ear, nearly causing you to jump. “Not that it’d do too much for this dump.”

Shigaraki flipped himself over on the couch, now laying on his back. He threw his arm over his face. “Surprised you decided to show up for once.” He mumbled, mostly to himself.

“Only listened to your updates because you guys ended up in an area near me.” Dabi responded, leaning himself against the wall. “Didn’t want to deal with any of the shit in town nearby.”

“I thought it was because you missed us!” Toga shouted from across the room, grinning. “Come oooon, admit it!”

“Definitely not the case.” Dabi responded, keeping his eyes glued to you the whole time. “Your crazy asses are too much to handle.”

“Yeah right.” You laughed, tossing a piece of concrete near him. “You get lonely, just admit it.”

“Really making me want to stay.” Dabi said, pushing himself off the wall. “I’ll hang outside until you get done cleaning up.”

“You could help, fucker!” You shouted, throwing another piece of concrete towards him. You watched as it collided against the door frame, breaking apart. You sighed, glaring towards Sako before pulling out your best customer service voice and innocent face. “Can you please help me, Mister?”

He immediately fell into character, placing his hand against his chest. “Well, of course my dear. Why didn’t you ask sooner?” He responded before hopping off the counter.

You eventually convinced Toga to help you as well, which allowed all three of you to get the building more suitable before the Spinner and Twice came back. They didn’t get much, just enough to allow you guys to get some food for at least a day or two, and some random supplies to make it more comfortable. That night you all made do with what few supplies you could scrounge up. A few blankets, coats or layers of clothing was the best anyone could get aside from the couch that Shigaraki seemed determined to keep to himself. No one wanted to fight him for it anyways.

You stuck close to Dabi for the night, especially since he greedily took one of the better and biggest blankets. He wasn’t going to complain about having you pressed against him either; the floor wasn’t that comfortable and that meant that your tits squeezed against his side as you cuddled closer. Using him as a temporary body pillow was definitely better than that hard concrete floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but you had it better than Spinner who was forced to be a pillow for Twice not 5 feet from you.

Dabi couldn’t stay asleep though, not with the various mixture of snoring and outside ambience making him regret not just passing out in some shady back corner in town. He immediately felt your body move from him, your half-asleep self turning around so your back faced him. He glanced over towards you, the moon light shining through the windows giving plenty of annoying illumination to the room. You placed your head against your curled arm, making a make-shift pillow. You murmured something to yourself, pressing yourself against Dabi’s side. His interest peaked, probably only because nothing else was happening right now since he couldn’t sleep.

He flipped onto his side, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you closer so you were fully against him. You gave a noise of content as you wiggled your ass against his crotch. He pressed a kiss against your neck as he pressed his quickly hardening cock against your ass. You grinded back against him, letting out a soft moan as he pressed more kisses against your neck. His hand reached down, slipping under the waistband of your pants as he pressed two fingers against your clothed cunt. The friction of his fingers barely brushing against your clit, nearly getting you to moan. A wet kiss placed near your ear had you biting your tongue as a shiver went up your spine.

You cracked your eyes open, trying to turn your head back to look at him. His hot breath was against your ear, making you feel even hotter.

“What are you do–” You began asking before he cut you off.

“Shhhh…” He whispered harshly, moving his fingers to pay more attention to your clothed clit. He made rough circles against your sensitive bud, moving his hips against your ass making his cock even more apparent.

“Not now…” You harshly whispered, not really putting a lot of effort into removing his hand from your pants.

“You like it though, don’t you?” He whispered against your ear. You could practically feel the grin he was giving you. He could read you like a book.

He removed his hand, and you had to bite back the whine that nearly left your throat. He moved back away from you and you almost thought he was actually going to leave you alone. Before you could even decide if that’s what you actually wanted, you heard a zipper being undone. Your eyes widened and you moved to turn your head around, because you knew exactly where that sound came from. Dabi’s hand was quick to push your head back down to the floor though, his hot breath on your ear again.

“Better be quiet.” He whispered, taunting you. “Since you didn’t want it, I’ll just help myself.”

“Wha–” You started questioning before you felt your pants being yanked down roughly. You clasped a hand over your mouth to catch yourself before you made any loud noise, your eyes darting to the various figures sleeping in the room. Everyone seemed clocked out from what you can tell.

You felt his slender fingers rubbing gently against your slit before your underwear was slid to the side, giving him access to your dripping cunt. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless, just not in the room with everyone sleeping. You squeezed your eyes close as you felt his cock slide against your wet folds, his tip rubbing against your aching clit. You pressed against him, trying to meet his rocking hips. His warm hand slid its way under your shirt, instantly digging his fingers into your breast.

His hot breath hit against your neck, as you heard his breathing pick up behind you. The friction against you was intoxicated, feeling a spark of excitement like you two were in your own little bubble. His hips moved quicker into yours, the muffled noises of his cock sliding effortlessly against your lips from how wet you were made your face burn. His hand massaged the skin of your breast as he angled his hips slightly, making you bite your bottom lip to contain any noise.

Your eyes were wide open now, darting towards the various people in the room making sure they were all still asleep. Your face was burning, all the way to the tips of your ears. You begged no one to wake up, and thankfully Twice’s loud snoring was covering up any sinful noises coming from under your blanket.

“You feel fucking good.” He whispered against your neck. “Doesn’t beat your pussy though.”

You reached your hand up to grip the arm under your shirt, digging your nails in. “Shh…” You harshly whispered back. “Please…”

“Don’t act shy.” He whispered, his hot breath right against your ear. His fingers started pinching your perk nipple, twisting it as his tongue ran along the shell of your ear. “Not when you’re this wet.”

He grunted when you pressed down against his greedy cock, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. It was louder than you thought he’d make and your eyes darted around the room again, but once again thankfully no one seemed awake. Your eyes fluttered close as that coil tightened, curling your toes as your nails dug into his arm more. If you were in a more sane mind you might’ve thought about how dangerously close you were to biting your tongue.

Dabi’s composure was more ragged; his panting and uneasy breath fanning hotly against your ear. His fingers were digging roughly into your breast, warmth uncomfortably spreading against your skin. The friction was sharp but perfect. You were close. Nothing else existed, not right now. You wished he just got over himself and shoved his cock into you instead of driving you crazy with this intoxicating game of his. You didn’t even remember there were people in the room.

You noticed his sputtering hip movement before you felt the hot spurts of cum coat your aching cunt. His sigh and body collapsing behind you felt like a slap to your face, his hand lazily leaving your body. Your clit twitched painfully, the coil sinking in your gut as you laid there feeling violated and unfulfilled. The snoring sounded louder suddenly, your ears burning as you felt movement behind you as Dabi adjusted himself back into his pants. The aching feeling left you with immense irritation, which allowed you to awkwardly flip around to face Dabi.

He pretended not to notice, laying his head against his arm. You shoved him roughly before hitting his abdomen. “What the fuck was that?” You harshly whispered.

“I said–” He replied slowly, acting like this was a casual conversation before you interrupted him.

“Shhh…” You harshly responded, but quietly.

You didn’t see him roll his eyes. “I said I’d help myself.” He responded, quietly.

“That’s it?” You responded before you could stop yourself. You rubbed your legs together. You really wanted his smug ass face underneath your pulsing and twitching cunt right now. He could clean you off too.

He turned on his side, his face suddenly really close to yours. “Thought you didn’t want it.” He said, making sure to move his lips inches from yours. “Change your mind, princess?”

“Beg.”

You stared intently into his eyes; his striking and annoyingly beautiful eyes. Fucking asshole. Without breaking eye contact, and slightly awkwardly, you shimmied out of your pants and underwear. He stayed completely still, even when you bumped into him a few times, a smirk growing on his face the entire time. A small rambling comment from Spinner had you pausing only briefly before you realized he started snoring too.

You propped your bent knee on top of his hip before guiding his hand in between your legs. Your eyes glanced down towards his lips as your fingers dug into his arm. His fingers were hovering barely above your slit and your hips instinctively moved themselves towards him. They barely brushed against your clit as you let out a small gasp.

He pulled his hand back slightly. “I said, beg.”

“Please…” You whispered, barely brushing your lips against his. “Touch me…”

“Why? Use your words.” He taunted.

“Wanna come…” You whispered, your face burning again. It felt humiliating. “Come on, Dabi, please.”

His fingers finally touched you and you felt like you could collapse into a puddle on the floor. He smeared his cum over your slit and swollen clit. “Can’t even tell what’s mine.” He commented softly, grinning at you. “You’re practically dripping onto the floor.”

“Stop it.” You hushed him before he continued making more lewd comments. “Shh!”

His fingers dipped inside your entrance causing you to press your lips against his to mask the moan. He wasted no time pumping his curled fingers inside of your cunt, your body practically pulling him. You pulled back from his lips, your soft pants just inches from his face.

He moved his head so he could whisper into your ear. “Listen to how fucking loud your pussy is, huh?” He teased, purposefully making his fingers force those dirty squelching sounds from you. “Be quiet, princess, someone might hear.”

Your hand moved up to grip his head, forcing his head back down away from your ear. You smashed your lips together, gripping onto a fistful of his hair tightly. He was infuriating but you’ll be damned if he’ll get you caught by not shutting the fuck up. A muffled squeak was swallowed when he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You bit back a moan as he pressed against that sensitive spot, his hand creating friction against your clit.

You rocked your hips against his hand, that coil tightening again. You pulled back from him slightly, his teeth catching your lip as you pulled back. He bit down but you roughly tugged his hair. He let go right as he pushed you so close to the edge. He saw it on your face too, your mouth was slightly open, a trail of saliva connecting you two, as your fingers started letting go of his hair. You pressed your face into his shoulder suddenly as your orgasm slammed into you.

“Fuck.” You harshly muffled into his shoulder, staying there for a moment before you collapsed against the floor.

Your heavy panting was your main focus as Dabi shoved your leg off. He flipped back onto his back, letting his head fall to the side so he could look at you. You weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t have to. You just knew he looked completely fucking pleased with himself. Smug bastard. You took the chance to take a glance over at him. You were right. You rolled your eyes as you started the awkward process of putting your underwear back on, the cool feeling of the damp fabric pressed against your still warm cunt caused a shiver down your spine. You half-assed putting your pants back on, having them barely over your hips before you heard Dabi make a comment next to you.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered before moving his head back, placing an arm under his head.

You rolled your eyes again and turned roughly onto your side so your back was to him. You moved your arm underneath your head and adjusted the large blanket before shutting your eyes. This was good enough, you wanted nothing more than to attempt to sleep now and ignore his arrogant ass behind you.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #curious writings

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sapphic-agent · 2 months

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A question I'd ask MHA: Is killing people bad? Nezu and everyone at UA was on board with killing Tomura, deciding to turn the school into a "Coffin In The Sky" with people like Kaminari and Momo helping to keep it running. Hawks killed Twice. Endeavor tried to kill AFO and the entire fight after AFO rewound himself was to push him so he'd be rewound out of existence. The vestiges are constantly harping to Izuku about killing Tomura. Their society has a death penalty and their torture prison exists to punish people and be a fate worse than death. Gran Torino's last words to Izuku before he fell into a coma were telling him to kill Tomura. We had Hawks see Toga clones disguised as Twice and his first action was to scream to kill him now. Hawks gave a begrudging press conference after Twice's murder where he showed no upset for what happened, and no one cared. Previously, the government was assassinating people who were against its interests and Izuku's reaction to learning this was to decide he'd be a hero. This somehow convinces the ex-government assassin to put her faith in him. He does not reflect on how the peace of the past was built on a mountain of corpses. He and the heroes then don't have to deal with this at all because Redestro proceeds to kill them, and a new government gets formed off screen. Why's this series send so many mixed messages? If we're just going to kill people, how do they decide when and where? There was a group of guys sent to go free Gigantomachia and Kurogiri, but the heroes could have just killed them both. Thus making the rescue efforts totally worthless. The PLF would have arrived to find corpses. If we're at the point where we plot to assassinate our enemies and convert schools into elaborate death traps, why not do summary executions? Mic was about to kill Kurogiri himself, after he waited in his cell to ambush Spinner. They could have just shot Dabi and Toga. Well, Dabi's a lot harder to kill than Toga, especially with bullets, but he wouldn't exactly expect Shoto to pull a gun on him. Why not just fire guns into the crowds of people outside the hospital? Real talk: if they already created a trap to kill a high ranking PLF member, why not use the hospital as another? That's exactly what it was. They had intel that the location of Kurogiri was leaked, and they didn't move him to another location or evacuate the hospital. And the story acts like the villains are the bad guys for attacking a hospital which they're using as a prison for one of their allies? Why would they keep him here if not to round up all their foes and take them out in one go? Shoji is there to lecture the mutants, but he doesn't pay any attention to why this is even happening in the first place. If they put Kurogiri on a boat and only told the crew of said ship about the mission, the PLF would have never had a chance of finding him. Are they gonna search the entire ocean around Japan?

It's odd. The hero kids designated to save their villains don't reflect on or discuss anything related to killing nor are they pressured to do so. Izuku was going to be on a strike team designed to KILL TOMURA and he didn't have any issues with this. What was he going to do had Toga not dragged him away? Beat Tomura down and go "Actually guys, I want to take him alive." He would have sat through this briefing and had everything discussed with him...and at no point did he say anything. I'm not advocating FOR them to do this, I just think that they should be consistent. If you kill once, there's no reason not to keep doing it. The public has already shown they don't care. The heroes aren't troubled at the idea of taking lives, nor do they hesitate when they feel they must.

Right, so I'm glad you asked this.

The canon explanation is, it's frowned upon to kill but heroes are allowed to if they deem it necessary. This is why Hawks received so much backlash for killing Twice even though it was his legal right to do so. But that explanation is flimsy at best.

A lot of people harp on Batman, but he's right. Or at least, he has the right mindset. There is no singular force on Earth- or even the galaxy- that can stop the Justice League should they ever turn evil or take over. So the minute they stop abiding by their morals, it's up to them to "leash" themselves so to speak. But in some instances, they can't.

Everyone will talk about Injustice, but I always felt like "A Better World" from the Justice League animated series was a better example. Basically in a parallel universe Lex Luthor becomes president and kills Flash (Wally West in this show) which leads to Superman killing him. Him and the rest of the League (they call themselves the Justice Lords) then become authoritarian dictators, squeezing every ounce of freedom out of the world in the name of "justice" and killing whenever they deem it necessary.

What makes the DCAU so great- and what DC fans who've never watched it tend to miss- is that it isn't about whether certain villains deserve to die or not. It's about the League (especially Batman and Superman) holding themselves accountable and to a standard. They hold an insurmountable amount of power and all if they let themselves snap, they're at risk of abusing that power. Their no killing rule is about self-control.

(Wonder Woman (and a few others) is a little different as some versions of her have been shown to be able to kill and not lose herself in the process. But that's not important here)

Horikoshi's never taken any of this into account. His heroes are a bizarre, toxic mix between celebrities and cops who are given too much power and publicity. Giving all heroes the legal right to kill is a horrible decision. Not everyone is All Might or Izuku, mercy and empathy don't come naturally to the majority of heroes. Bakugou is one of the primary examples, he revels in violence and doesn't know how to hold back. He'd kill a petty thief and not even blink twice.

There has to be a measure of control and accountability enforced on the heroes. They can't make arrests, but they can kill whoever they decide needs to be killed? What sense does that make? That's just more incentive for them to kill if they're facing a villain that's difficult to contain.

Honestly, it's an aspect of MHA I have to ignore or it'll drive me insane

#mha critical #bnha critical #ask #horikoshi critical #never let bro cook again

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itsnothingofinterest · 6 months

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Just for fun: let's see how many lines from Jax of the Amazing Digital Circus I can make work coming from Dabi from bnha:

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Dabi, as Shigaraki screams in the distance as he's dragged away: Oh no, they killed the boss. Anyway you guys wanna go get something to eat?

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Dabi: I'm fine with doing whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people.

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Dabi: Don't worry dollface, I've got a key to Mister's room.

Spinner: Wha-wait wh-why? You-you-you shouldn't have keys to anyone's rooms.

Dabi: Nah, I've got keys everywhere, and you've all been fine. By the way I may have left something in your room today so let me know if you find it. You're not afraid of Centipedes are you?

Spinner: Dabi! That's literally my only fear, why would you do that?!?

Dabi: What? It could be a completely unrelated question. You'll never know until it's too late.

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Dabi, out of breath: 'Sup *breaths out* fellas.

Twice: Dabi!!! We found the hero hole. *points at a hole in the ground.*

Dabi: Cool.

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Dabi, to Midnight: You know, you could have asked for my consent before forcing me to see something to completely and utterly disgusting.

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Twice: Oh hey look, there's Shigaraki. Hi Shigaraki!

Shigaraki: Ugh, help me you idiots!

Dabi: Kinda rude boss, now I don't wanna help you.

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Present Mic 'cause why not: We are heroes! You will be heroes! God will be heroes!

Dabi: This is dumb and weird.

Mic: Er, well...you're still reading it.

Dabi: I'm not here for you guys or anything I'm just hiding from the-*interrupted as a Nomu crashes through the ceiling onto Mic.*

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Dabi: Ladies first. *let's Toga go in front of him before*, no wait why would I say that. *shoves her out of his way and goes first.*

Shigaraki: …Wait, the CEO (Redesto) isn't even here? Wasn't this whole thing for him!?

Dabi: Be quiet. I can't hear the escalator.

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Shigaraki: Man, I can't believe Mister just gave up like that. I mean no offence Twice but I always thought you would be next.

Twice: Thank you.

Dabi: I guess is just goes to show you can't rely on Twice for anything.

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Dabi: You know I am pretty hungry

Toga: You didn't even do anything!

Dabi: So what? I can still be hungry.

#bnha #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #dabi #spinner #toga himiko #twice #jin bubaigawara #shigaraki tomura #mr. compress #nomu #redestro #league of villains #lov #paranormal liberation front #PLF #midnight #present mic

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 2 months

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These are some of my favorite panels ever.

Aside from Tomura's rook being full of trash and totally ignoring AFO's words, there is something about the body language of the LOV here that calls to me...

Kurogiri looks like he wants to reach for Tomura, but Tomura is shutting them out. He is hugging the hands he uses around him, he has his hood on, hair covering his face, half turned away from them. He looks so tiny, so young in there. He is so like the Tenko that sat alone under a bridge 'cause no one would save him.

The League is bundled in his room after their loss.

Magne is sitting on his desk, facing him on. Next to her, Spinner is sitting on the ground with his back to Tomura. You can notice that no one dares to use Tomura's chair, even when it's right there.

Twice is sitting on a table, body half turned to Tomura. Mr. Compress looks like he is suggesting to wait outside. He must know that Tomura needs space to recover, that he doesn't want to show his vulnerable side. Toga looks at Compress like she's the one who's actually listening to him. If I had to guess, Compress is talking to Kurogiri here and not Tomura, since Tomura is unresponsive.

Dabi is behind Spinner, next to the PC. He stands there unlike Magne and Twice who openly face Tomura and wait to see what happens, unlike Spinner who seems to be processing their defeat and maybe even giving Tomura more privacy— or maybe he doesn't care that much at this point about Tomura and he's more worried about what they're going to do now. Kurogiri and Compress are trying to do something about their situation (talk to Tomura, take the decision to wait outside), but Dabi is way more like Toga here.

Dabi and Toga look a bit lost. Toga has that face she makes when she doesn't know what to make of what's happening in front of her. Meanwhile Dabi has a hand behind his neck, you know that gesture he does when he's thinking/considering how he ended up mixed in a total mess...

There's an intimate quality to it. They all can read what AFO being captured did to Tomura, so why are they hiding in Tomura's room like that? Did AFO send them there with his quirk? They don't look recently landed, which means they chose to sit around and see if Tomura needed them or if he had orders, sure.

They are confused after their first time meeting AFO. They are drained after fighting. They must be thinking really hard about all the information they got in one night, right?

Were they waiting for an explanation? Were they looking at their boss for guidance? The first thing Giran said to Toga and Dabi is that Tomura was young and inexperienced, even childish. It could be a surprise to see him so down, but not a big one when Tomura stormed off after meeting Toga and Dabi.

I can only believe that a part of them decided to stay to see if Tomura needed some comfort. To not leave him alone when he heard the way he screamed that he was not ready yet. When he is there in a corner of his room, when they can see the evidence of the neglect and the obsession, newspapers taped to the walls, investigations all over, books, junk.

Most of them had a stable childhood in a home. Maybe not the best of childhoods, but they can compare. After all they heard and saw...

Idk. It makes me think of how they'd continue to share a room for the rest of their existence, all the time awkwardly sitting next to each other. No one told them they should do that. They just did.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov

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class1akids · 12 days

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Ch 420 leaks -some reactions

As someone who loved the 3 baka storyline in Vigilante and had Aizawa as a big favourite, I feel pretty sad with how Hori checked this whole thing off in 5 pages.

I was hoping more would come into play from Oboro's / Kurogiri's perspective - the interplay between his memories of being friends with Aizawa and Mic and Kurogiri's genuine care for Tomura could have been more compelling than this...

The messy flashback - other flashback - offscreened fight - present reminds me of Mirio's comeback in the PLF War and those 3 horrible chapters where good potential storylines were all cut short in a haste to wrap everything up.

How is Death Arms back in the main fortress? Last time he was at the stuck evacuation pod at Gunga...

The entire Gashly fight being offscreened - lol. Ryukyu is officially the worst treated pro of the whole story. Didn't even get a panel.

Lol at Deku's arms - and everyone who thought it might last rather than being another fake-out to sell edgy merch.

Eri being a mutilated magic rhino is pretty sickening though, and one more quirk that just does whatever now. (Why did Overhaul bother with her blood and quirk factor, when he could have just cut off her horn and use it as emergency syringe?)

The entire power system of the story has fallen apart with quirks just doing whatever.

At least we are safe from the "Eri rewinds the villains to their little kid selves" ending... To mention an upside I guess...

Otherwise, yes, it's an everyone shows up ending - other than the kids already shown, we see also Gang Orca and Burnin' coming through the portal (pretty sure Dabi didn't kill the Endeavor sidekicks).

Momo and Kaminari being there - I hope Hori will give them more than a panel each, but I'm not holding my breath too much.

Mineta being there means Gunga is in play, so I expect Iida, Kirishima, Jirou, Tsuyu, etc. to join as well.

I think the interesting part will be the arrival of the power-up brigade -> Aoyama, Mina, (Uraraka?), Bakugou probably as the cherry on top just in time to hold Deku's regrown hands.

I also think Shoto will come eventually either with his family or alone as Endeavor chooses to stay behind with Toya. I also wouldn't be surprised to see him getting a quirk awakening from absorbing Toya's Phosphor. But mostly once things get bad - so he can be reassuring hero. Hopefully that moment won't be rushed like the Aizawa one.

I'm really hoping that Toya, Toga and Spinner will also come to help Tomura/Tenko to see that the heroes are in the saving business and his allies have survived. I think seeing them fight side by side with the heroes would be a satisfying pay-off for Shoto's and Ochako's efforts rather than being side-quests.

So my two big wishes: Todoroki family combo and Origin Trio combo are back on the cards.

But this chapter, ngl was pretty bad / messy.

#bnha manga leaks #bnha 420 #bnha manga spoilers

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(Hey there, I really liked the headcanons about the LoV that you posted. So... I want to ask if you also do requests? :)🤍)

And if so, can I request a fic/headcanons about Shigaraki and reader who apologize a lot? Even if it's not their fault? (Like when the League broke something in the bar and the reader is the first one to apologize for everything)

Hello Love! Yes, i do take requests! It's been a few years since I've written a fic so I may be just a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy! (also, if you see any mistakes let me know! This isn't proof read or anything)

Shigaraki with Reader who apologizes all the time

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Shigaraki is a simp and OOC, AFO because that bitch is a warning by himself, shouting (at reader and others), throwing things (no one is hurt), brief mentions of depression (not eating, not getting out of bed, etc)

Shigaraki Tomura wasn’t known to apologize for anything. Growing up with AFO, he couldn’t apologize. Shigaraki had to be perfect, or at least pretend he was. So when you stumbled into his life, he was thrown off. How could you, someone so perfect and kind and gentle as you love him? It was a mystery to Shigaraki and to everyone. To him, you had no flaws, well, you had one flaw. You apologized for everything. Oh, they ran out of vodka? You’d apologize. Toga almost ripping Spinner’s head off? There you were, apologizing for that. It confused Shigaraki. He saw you as perfect, actually perfect, so why did you apologize so often? You never needed to apologize for anything, yet at every minor inconvenience you did. At first, he thought that you were nervous being around everyone for the first time and brushed it off. But as time passed, and this habit only got worse, he got confused. Which slowly turned into anger. Until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore and exploded.

You had been with Mr. Compress, learning about making cocktails and drinks so that the burden wouldn’t fall all on Compress. You two had an audience but neither of you cared that much. Atsuhiro had been showing you the basics when Toga came in and asked what was going on. “I’m sorry Toga, Compress is showing me how to make drinks for everyone,” you said to the young villain. Toga pouted and glared at you. “You’re no fun,” she said bitterly. You lowered your head to her slightly and replied, “I know, I’m sorry.” Until you heard someone slam their hand on the bar. Looking over, it was none other than Shigaraki, who was glaring daggers into your eyes. You had seen many times Shigaraki glare at others, but never at you. You froze where you stood and could old stare back like a deer in headlights. atsuhiro was a smart man who could read the room and quietly excused himself and ushered everyone else out of the room. The villain took one last look at you, feeling sorry for you as he knew shigaraki was able to throw a tantrum at you. "What was that?!" shigaraki asked you, but you couldn't answer. Wrong move. Shigaraki took the glass that was in your hand and threw it against the brick wall behind you. "answer me!" He screamed at you. "i.. i.. i don't know what you mean.." You rasped out, your throat drying out at the sheer anger coming off of Shigaraki in waves like heat during the summer. "Why were you apologizing to that homicidal lunatic?!"

"I'm sorry Shigaraki but i just.." Yet another glass was smashed against the brick behind you, apparently Shigaraki didn't like that answer either. "Stop fucking saying that! It's pathetic! God you are pathetic!"

The Words left Shigaraki's mouth before he had time to process what he just said to you. His words stung like a knife to the heart. Did he really think you were pathetic? Is that what he really thought? Did he not love you anymore? Thoughts spiraled around in your head as Shigaraki just huffed out and stormed past you. Most likely to go to his room and play games until he calmed down. You, on the other hand, were stuck in the bar. Feeling like your world was crashing down around you. it felt like he took your heart and stomped on it, not caring about what happened to you afterwards. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to him, so you avoided him like the plague.

The next few days were agony. You couldn't bring yourself to leave you room. You weren't eating, you overslept, and you never seemed to leave you room. Even Kurogiri couldn't persuade you to get up and eat something. Even Dabi tried to get you to eat, which proved just as successful as Kurogiri's attempts. Shigaraki wasn't any better. He had been on a short temper with everyone and his neck was red and raw. multiple things had been dusted within the compound and everyone quickly learned how much you really meant to the blue-haired leader.

Eventually, the big man himself noticed his heir was going off the rails and called. "Shigaraki, don't tell me one little human has you so out of sorts. This is unbecoming of my heir. So get your shit together or I will find a replacement." AFO left no room for discussion, he never did; Shigaraki never questioned him. Back-to-back missions and a new found anger from Shigaraki had the league even more out of whack. That was, until dabi had fed up with all of the bullshit and locked you and Shigaraki in a room together, screaming at you two to "figure it out or starve" It had been over two weeks since you had even seen Shigaraki, let alone talk to him. He, likewise, couldn't bring himself to speak, let alone even look in your general direction. In truth, he's been a hot mess since the last time you two spoke. All he can do is replay the moment over and over again in his head, like a time loop. He has all these apologizes and words he wants to say, but they dry up and die in his throat.

When he had opened his mouth, you looked at him with such sadness. It took him what felt like eternity to say the small phrase that has tumbled around in his head for days. "I.. I'm sorry i yelled.." His voice was so soft and quiet, you almost missed it. Almost. His voice hit your ears just barely and his words entered and consumed your mind.

"i apologize because... because if I don't.." The words you wanted to say piled in your throat, all of them wanting to escape at the same time. "I don't want people to hate me... I'd rather them walk all over me if it meant that they saw some type of value in me.." You finally said softly, looking down at the floor. Your eyes pooling with tears that you couldn't let spill out, not until you felt yourself being pulled into an embrace. Tomura couldn't say anything; he knew all too well how you felt.

Tomura held you, consoling you as best he could. He never had to comfort anyone before you, but he tried for you. He let you cry it out until, what felt like hours passed, he shouted at Dabi to let you two out. The scarred man carely opened the door, the rest of the league watching as you and Tomura emerged from the room. Dabi looked at Tomura's arm around your shoulder's and your tear-stained face and walked away, seemingly satisfied with the outcome. Neither of you said anything, retreating to your shared room and locking the door.

Over the next few days, Tomura made the effort to thank you for doing little things around the base, and even convinced (read: threatened) the others to do the same. He made efforts to show you your worth each and everyday, because he'd be damned if his angel felt worthless. And he would happily spend his days proving you wrong.

#tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #tomura x reader #mha tomura #bnha tomura #shigaraki #shimura tenko #x reader #one shot #reader insert #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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agendercrisisx · 1 year

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When disaster struck (AFAB)

Bakugou Katsuki x gn!reader (afab)

Amab: here

Summary: You get kidnapped and Bakugou comes to save you. But as you’re escaping you get hit by an unfortunate quirk.

Words: 2,2 k

Your head is hurting, and a dooming headache is pounding in the back of your head. Your whole body feels like jelly and whatever you’re lying on is very uncomfortable. Something is bound around your eyes and the room is completely quiet. Your hands a bound behind your back and the rope is gnawing into your wrist.

You lay there waiting, alone. Not knowing if you’re ever going to get free. If something is ever going to happen. The silence is excrutiable. You feel like you are about to throw up, it feels like you haven't eaten in days. And who would know?

You groan as you move. As you try to sit up you discover the chain around your ankle. You don't understand how you haven't noticed it before. You can't feel the metal against your leg, it must be the cold room.

As you finally get your body upright you let the whole situation soak in. You've been kidnapped. You've been taken. You have no idea where you are. The whole situation is insane. You could cry if you had any water in your body. And as the thoughts drift away you think of him.

Bakugou. You never got to tell him how you felt. You never got to confess. Your heart is aching. He will burn the world for the people he cares about. You never know if you made it to that list, but he made it to yours.

You whimper as you fall back down on the hard floor. You want to cry. Want to scream and fight. But there is no fight left in you. You must have been here for days. Maybe? Maybe not. You have no time sense and as the hours stretch you feel more and more discouraged than you're ever going to be free.

The hours or days stretched. Maybe it wasn't that long, but it felt like it. And just as you felt the time was running out. The door to the room was swung open. Strong hands grabbed you and took off the chain. Pulled you out of the room, leading you through several long halls. And just as your legs were giving out on you, you were thrown in a chair and your blindfold was removed.

Before you stand Toga, one of the League of Villians members. A shiver runs down your spine, and you know she can see how scared you are. She smiles showing off her canines, and she flips a knife in the air. As you look around the room you see the rest of the league. Dabi is standing in the corner with his arms crossed looking uninterested in what's happening. Shigaraki stands just behind Toga grinning devilishly, while Kurigiri keeps an eye on the room. Spinner and someone you don't know are sitting around a table with drinks in hand. All eyes are on you, and it creeps you out.

You go to say something but stop yourself, these are the most dangerous people in japan. They can't be talked sense into.

"The little thing I scared," Shigaraki says and the room burst out in laughter. While you just sit scared, waiting for their next move. "Maybe we should just split them open?" Toga licks the knife as she finishes her sentence. You whimper as the realization hits you, you could die here. You probably will die here.

"See all the sounds they make, what do you think they would sound like if I carved them open." Togas's voice is sugar-sweet, and Kurigiri just shakes his head or the smoke. You don't really understand the psychics around him.

"Another suggestion, let me go." You would to a thumbs up if your hands weren't bound. Dabi grunts and the other looks at you funny. "Okay, maybe that's the wrong thing to say, what about... don't kill me." You smile, and they find it mildly humorous.

"They're not as bimbo as expected, and when do you think the pro-heroes arrive." That gets your attention, pro-heroes? Several? Why would that much effort be put into saving you?

"What pro-heroes?" Toga takes a step closer to you and lifts your head with her knife. "Oh, the kidnapped wanna know about their saviors?" You would nod if there wasn't a knife pressed against your throat. "Yeah kinda, that a problem?" Dabi laughs, pressing himself away from the wall and walking up to you.

"They're feisty, really stupid too." "Yeah maybe, but at least I'm not fucking bacon." Shigarski snorts and Toga bursts out laughing, and so does the rest of the team. Dabi looks like he wanna murder you, but holds himself back. "No comeback Bacon?" You laugh and Dabi remains quiet. "You know what, I don't have time for dead meat." He mumbles and leaves the room. Did you hear that right dead meat, so you're already dead? Is that what does mean. The only reason nothing is happening as you tease them is cause they're going to kill you later. Cool.

You wait in the chair for hours, and the League goes about its day. Except for the one that's supposed to guard you. First, it was Toga, then Spinner, and now Kurigiri. It has been mostly him, he seems fatherly to the league. But what do you know?

You try to make someone talk to you, you're going insane. You need human interaction or just interaction in general. And as you for the seventeenth time ask Kurigiri a question, he still ignores you. It's driving you mad.

You just wait. and wait and wait. If there are heroes coming, they could hurry up.

An alarm goes off somewhere in the base. Kurigiri jumps to his feet and rushes out the door. Are they here? Are the heroes finally here? You could scream with happiness. The building trembles, what is going on? The floor beneath you cracks and the chair starts slipping. Fuck fuck fuck. Your hands are still bound to the chair, so you have nowhere to go.

Where ever you are must be above ground level, cause the building is collapsing. The chair hits the back wall and you groan as it splinters. You are free, or almost. Your hands are still bound, but you can run. You try climbing the now steep floor up to the door. But you're slipping and you can't grab a hold of anything.

You can feel yourself giving up. This is the end. You let your back press against the wall and just wait. There is nothing you can do now. it's over. The wall begins to crumble and you know you're about to fall.

Right as the wall falls out, a hand grabs you. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. You could scream, and he pulls you back into the base. Somewhere safer as he pulls your hand and leads you through the halls.

He stops shielding your body with his. Someone stands before him, but you can't see who. He shoots explosions in their direction but they escape. And just as they do they let out a purple smoke. It hits your nostrils and the sweet smell spreads around your body. A strange but familiar feeling spread through your body. Fuck you're horny. Now of all times. It must be the quirk. Did it hit Bakugou too? It must have. Fuck.

Your clit is swollen, and you can feel the wetness dripping down your thighs. You press them together searching for the smallest amount of friction. Bakugou has turned towards you, lust painted over his features. He looks hungry.

The building trembles and his features has a sudden chance. He grabs your arm and bends down so you can jump on his back. When you are proper seated, he sprints down the halls. Putting extra speed with his explosions. You escape through a door, but he doesn’t change his speed. When he finds an abandoned alley. He twirls you oof his back and slams you into the wall. Pressing his hard on between your legs. Causing friction on your clit and you moan.

He pulls your shirt up to kiss your chest and roughly suck on your nipple. You groan and he quickly moves his mouth to swallow your moans. He presses his pelvis closer against you and picks up your legs so you can wrap them around him. He stops pulling away from you with a concerned expression on your face.

“You okay? This was suddent, I’m sorry… everything okay?” You heart melts for the big strong hero almost begging for you to give permission to fuck you. “I… mmm… everything okay… need you.” He grins as you beg for his cock. He pulls you pants down so they hand round you angle and takes his cock out of his pants. Letting you see the precum slowly roll down the tip of his cock.

He presses the head into your heat and you both groan as he bottoms out. He lays his head on you shoulder and starts slowly pounding into you. You moan as he hits a paticular sensitive spot. He takes his cock out and makes small circles on you clit. He sucks on you shoulder and as he presses his cock harder against your clit and you scream.

He slams back into you setting a rough pace and just pounding you against the wall. You’re so close as he hammers you body with his. He screams as he cums leaving you wanting. You look up at him and he gets it immediately. “Ohh you wanna cum?” He smiles as he presses his thumb to your clit, circeling. You scream and cum shortly after. With your toes curling and you back arching.

“That’s was nice.” You mumble and he grins. He guides you head in his direction with a finger under you chin. He kisses you lips osftly. Its so intimeadt. You shake your head and pull your head back.

“Did I do something wrong.” His voice is soft and vunerable. A tear runs down you face. “I just really like you, and I don’t want… hiccup… I don’t want you too make me feel something when all of this is just that person stupid quirk.” His face falls and when he looks at you again, he has tear in his eyes.

“You like me?” His voice is like a child’s, afraid of getting rejected but so excited for the answer. “Yeah isn’t that obvious?” You laugh as he dips his head down to kiss you breathless.

“I like you too dumbass… so much.” You grin against his mouth and you groan as he moves his cock in you.

“You good?” You look up at him and he looks pained.

“I’m still hard, that fucking quirk.” He pumps into you again and you moan out. You yourself are still very much on the edge too. You have no idea what the quirk is, but it’s making you so horny you can’t think straight.

“Please don’t stop.” You whisper in his ear and moan as he dicks you down. Fucking you into the wall with extreme speed and power. Chasing your both’s release and anything to end this maddening torture of pleasure.

You climax for the second time milking his cock and making him cum. You are so nicely filled by his cock and cum. And as he slowly slip out and the quirks effect finally ends. You sigh of relief.

He lets you down on the ground and helps you get your pants back on. He buttons his own pants and his walkie-talkie sounds. He picks it up and listens to the voice. “Where are you? And we couldn’t find Y/N.” He grins and lets his fingers find your clit. Making slow circles through your pants. HE pushes down the button to speak and you bite your lip to keep a moan from escaping. “I have them, we escaped. I took them home, we are all good.” He grins as you whimper and he presses harder into you. You groan loudly and he had let the button go so nobody hears you. “That’s good to know, see you back at the agency.” The line goes cold and he smirks down at you as he continues the assault on your clit. He kisses your mouth and swallows all your lewd sounds. You come in your pants, and you cry out. He kisses your shoulder and lets you be.

“Lets go home.” You jump back on his back and he takes you back to his apartment. “This isn’t my home.” You let out a scream as he picks you up and throws you o er his shoulder. HE carries you into his bedroom and pulls you into his arms. As you lay cuddling.

“This is your home now, you’re mine.” You grin but don’t protest, because as you both fall asleep the world has never felt more perfect.

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All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

#linked universe #lu headcanons #lu warriors #linked universe headcanons #linked universe warriors #fever rambles #im trying so hard to not put in stuff from my own linkmeets wars #I have two different ones and they are both different from each other and from LU wars so trying to keep all my thoughts about them separat #is a bit of a pain lol #but all wars no matter how I look at it loves fairies and I will gladly die on this hill

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