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tigertofu · 8 months

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Hate to love headcanon between a fem!reader and North Yankton Trevor :)

fuck ya love the whole hate to love thing sm 😭 ...... also im sorry i struggle at making headcanon lists that are just pure n simple LISTS as they should be w/out slipping in some form of narrative sometimes and this prompt just lends itself to a story so well..... so this is some sort of half fic/half headcanon list monster. but hey this was rlly fun to write !!! ty as always for requesting 💞💞

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: headcanons/short fic thing about a hate to love relationship between reader and North Yankton Trevor.

cw's: mentions of sex, alcohol

wordcount: 1,714

for narrative’s sake, let’s say that you are a small–time criminal in one of the many little podunk towns of North Yankton. one day, you catch wind of a new crew that’s set up in the area. four guys: a computer–hacking tech whiz of some sort; a big lug of a brute with a penchant for starting unnecessary barfights; a smaller, scrappier brute who’s already sniffed out and either done business with or scared off all the drug peddlers in town; and a stern ringleader who only barely manages to control his anger issues better than the others.

unbeknownst to you though, this crew has also caught wind of you. and one night, as you’re trudging through the snow to your shitty little studio apartment from the grocery store, a car pulls up alongside you and the window rolls down. the driver introduces himself as Michael. he tells you he’s heard about you; heard about how you’re one of the better thieves in the county. he tells you he’s got work for you, if you’ll take it. and ever the opportunist, you do.

a week later, you head out to meet the rest of the men you’ll be working with. they’re currently squatting in an old, abandoned hunting cabin out in the woods that border town. as you sit down for beers and talk with Michael and the computer guy—who introduces himself as Lester—you get a brief rundown of the crew’s history. they hit banks. this tends to cause a stir, so they’re almost always on the run; they landed in their current safehouse just two weeks before. while Lester and Michael cook up plans for the bigger, more dangerous heists, they make a living off of smaller endeavors. holding up gas stations, gutting truck shipments of electronics that Lester then sells off, sticking up gas stations and liquor stores. this is where you come in: there’s a well–to–do pawn shop in town, and Michael wants to hit it. but the people in your town are weary of outsiders, and the heat from the crew’s last bank job hasn’t died down yet. Michael wants you to go in and case the joint for them and, if you’re up to it, help them hit it.

right after you agree (so long’s you get a fair cut of the profits), the wooden door to the cabin slams open. two men stumble in. their faces are red from the cold and, when they get within your smelling range, you realize from booze, too. one’s tall, built like a truck, blond; the other’s got the scraggly, dark brown ends of a mullet peeking out from the edges of his askew trapper hat. there’s something animalistic in his eyes and in his drunken smirk and when he turns his gaze on you, you realize that despite his disheveled everything, he’s actually quite handsome. and you feel Something. a spark or a pang in your chest.

but then he turns to Michael and slurs, “If we’d’ve known you were getting a call girl tonight, Brad and I wouldn’t’ve stayed out so long!” and that Something instantly snuffs out as you now glare at the man with the mullet. you tell him you aren’t a fucking call girl as Michael lets out an exasperated huff and says “Shut the fuck up, Trevor.” but this Trevor guy has seemingly taken a liking to you. he saunters up to you, wavering on his feet, smirking like a cat with a mouse. asks you if you’re sure you don’t wanna make a bit of money tonight, ‘cuz he’s feeling awful lonely and you’re just a real pretty thing. you roll your eyes, tell Michael to keep in contact with you, and make your leave. you slam the door of the cabin shut on Trevor’s pleas to stick around and have some fun.

as you periodically meet up with Michael’s crew over the course of the next few weeks, your mild distaste for Trevor deepens to downright hate. sure, you think he’s attractive and you find some of his obscene jokes and observations funny, but mostly you just find them disgusting. every time he sees you he tries to coax you into bed with him, or convince you into a quickie in the car, or offers you a hit off his well-loved meth pipe, or asks you out on a date to the local tavern. you decline him every time, each “no” growing firmer and snappier. you don’t know why he makes you so mad. maybe it’s because if only he wasn’t so fucking annoying, you’d have fucked him by now.

the pawn shop heist goes well. so well, in fact, that Michael decides to keep you on for their next job: hitting a electronics store in a town a couple hours’ drive away. he sends you and Trevor alone to scope the place out. at some point during the drive, an argument erupts. Trevor asks you why you hate him. you tell him because. he asks what "because" means. you lose your temper, wondering why he chose to have this conversation now of all times, as you’re driving down an empty country lane through a nighttime snow flurry. you put on the brakes and park up on the side of the road and yell at him that you hate him because he’s disgusting, he’s pushy, and he drives you fucking crazy. as you catch your breath from your tirade, he is ominously silent. and then, in a low rumble that makes you feel things you wish it didn’t, he tells you that you drive him crazy, too.

you kiss him for the first time then and there, if only to get him to shut up. you fuck him for the first time then and there, too. an intense mix of hatred and lust that you’ve never felt before makes it rough going. while he’s got you twisted into a pretzel in the back of the car, fucking you like an animal, he keeps trying to praise you: telling you’re pretty when you’re mad, that he knew you had nice tits, etc etc while you keep snarling at him to shut the fuck up.

it’s good though, and addictive. from that day onwards, all your fights lead to angry sex. if you two start arguing in front of the others, you will both “disappear” soon after the yelling stops. if you two start arguing when alone—which starts to happen more frequently because, despite butting heads, you start to be okay with him showing up at your place unannounced—the spat will turn mid–fight into fucking.

at first, you insist on parting ways immediately after both of you are re-clothed. but then one night, after having sex in your bed, Trevor doesn’t get up to leave right after. he lays beside you, one arm slung over your bare stomach, his head face down in your pillow. and for some reason, you don’t try to push him out of your bed.

eventually, post–coital cuddling joins the mix. at first it feels wrong and gross. you haven’t quite gotten used to the various bad smells that usually cling to Trevor. but there’s something comforting about being in the arms of someone and having your arms around them after the intense emotional releases of an argument and fast, desperate sex.

he starts to stick around for long after you’ve both had your more physical needs fulfilled. you start to engage him in non–shouting conversation; start to get to know more about him. and then one day when he comes over, and there isn’t any arguments at all. just talking, drinking beers, and the slowest—which is still rough by most people’s standards—sex you two have had yet. he has a habit of sputtering out frantic “I love you”’s during sex, and it’s always annoyed and repulsed you. but this time is different. you tell him you love him to as you feel him finish inside of you.

as soon as your feelings are made known, he starts to relentlessly tease you. "Oh, but I thought you hated my guts!" he'll tease you about this so much that you'll start to actually hate his guts again during these moments when he pesters you.

for a few wonderful months, whatever is going between you two turns into a relationship. there isn’t much work for Trevor to do during this time, aside from prepping for some vague, big heist that Michael has cooked up for the crew.

by now, the other guys have long figured out what’s going on between you two. Brad frequently teases Trevor about it. Michael says he doesn’t care who fucks who, so long’s it doesn’t get in the way of your guys’ criminal careers. and it doesn’t. things go well, until—

eventually the day of Michael's big heist he's been talking up comes around. they're robbing a cash depot in town. you aren’t there for it; banks are a bit more dangerous than the marks you’re comfortable with robbing. Michael knows this and insists you sit this one out. but Trevor promises to swing by your place to lay low for a bit after the deed is done. all day you look forward to it, waiting for him to show up at your door with a big, manic grin on his face, ready to celebrate with drinks and a night in together. but then the time that he told you he’d show up at comes and goes. and then hours pass. night falls, and there’s still no sign of Trevor. you try calling him, but there’s no answer. as you lay in your bed alone that night, unable to sleep, you think that maybe the cash depot heist didn’t go according to plan and the boys had to skip town ASAP. you aren’t too worried, though. you know that Trevor can handle himself and you knew from the get–go that Michael’s crew is one that doesn’t like to stay stationary, so this was bound to happen eventually. so it’s not worry that keeps you awake until the early morning of the next day: it’s a bittersweet gratefulness for what little time you did get to spend with Trevor, and some slight regret that you hadn’t stopped hating him sooner.

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neonscandal · 4 months

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Hello.... Another fanfics ideas, cause you also love BNHA. Your top 5 fav JJK characters will be besties with who (in your opinions) if they were in other universe, with your top fav characters from BNHA? Hope my questions are not confusing.....

Wait, I love questions like this lol 1) I feel like there are such obvious connections but still, the chemical reactions would be funny ✨ 2) it reminds me of tiktok series I've seen a few creators do which I will now spend several hours tracking down just to hyperlink them here (unless I get distracted by something else.. okay there's one more but I lost steam). If you end up writing something, please feel free to share but also, I apologize if I misinterpreted your question. I wrote everything out then reread it and realized maybe you meant to inquire whether my top faves for each would be friends with each other... which, tbh, I guess is kind of addressed based on the results of this previous ask? Thank you for asking!

Nobara Kugisaki 🤝 BakuSquad - I mean, Ashido and Kugisaki are kind of a no-brainer, no? Except that's not Kugisaki's in to the BakuSquad. No, no. No one joins that band of idiots without the eponymous leader's express invitation and, characterwise, Kugisaki is who Uraraka could be with more intentional fleshing out/personality. She snatched Bakugo's respect by being equally headstrong, aggressive and capable of backing her smack talk up.

Additional Prospects: She would, of course, be on track to intern with Mirko in any capacity for the same reasons above. She would give Todoroki and Fushiguro a hard time in equal measure.

Yuji Itadori 🤝 Eijiro Kirishima - Itadori gets along with everyone. Midoriya is a very obvious choice, as well (sunshine, cinnamon roll, green flag and sunshine, cinnamon roll, green flag), but there is a gravitational pull that keeps two himbos in orbit of one another and I'm not strong enough to deny that. Literally, look at Kirishima and Tetsutetsu. Plus, the physical prowess that follows him from universe to universe makes him an ideal sparring partner for Kiri and an interesting combatant against Bakugo.

Additional Prospects: While he'd generally be in the inner core of the BakuSquad (re: Bakugo and Kirishima), something tells me he'd spend a lot of time with the outer ring as well (supplementary classes with Kaminari and Ashido...). He'd be able to stomach convo with Mineta and, considering the generosity, Mineta would be mindful of toeing the line of decency so he wouldn't lose an ally. Only with Itadori since Kaminari is sometimes just as depraved as the little grape. Itadori would earn Bakugo's respect but Bakugo would still be wary any time Itadori and Midoriya's paths cross. Even though he sees Itadori as an ally, he's still gunning to be number 1 of whatever is at stake and both Itadori and Midoriya are capable of giving him a run for his money.

Megumi Fushiguro 🤝 Kyouka Jirou - TBH this could have gone so many ways. Kaminari would be all over invading Fushiguro's personal space as soon as he debuted, much to Fushiguro's dismay. He would be a great fit with Shinso too but... neither of them would go out of their way to socialize unless someone extroverted forced the issue, let's be for real. They would also hate that. But Jirou's mellow and shares an interest in music so she wouldn't be entirely grating to be around and I think they'd just kind of mesh well without overcrowding one another.

Additional Prospects: That's not to say Kaminari still wouldn't be a force of nature in including Fushiguro in class 1A hijinks. I just think Fughiguro would prefer the company of less volatile personalities like Ojiro, Shoji, Koda and Tokoyami. He can't help but attract extroverts like there's blood in the water. He and Todoroki would, of course, get along to an extent but I don't think Fushiguro would tolerate constant mention of Endeavor and Todoroki's subsequent family issues. Todoroki's of the talk it out camp and Fushiguro would prefer to never discuss it again. One ill timed trauma dump and Fushiguro would be fixing his hands to summon Mahoraga.

Kento Nanami 🤝 Naomasa Tsukauchi - Nanami would consort with and tolerate a number of adults: Rock Lock and Aizawa come to mind because they are rational and understand that kids are meant to be kids. Tsukauchi in particular is far enough from the fray to suit Nanami's passing desire to leave the chaos of his moral obligations (as a sorcerer or whatever he's imbued with in universe). But he's also patched in enough to be the tip as to when Nanami needs to resume his responsibilities.

Additional Prospects: Depending on where Oboro is in his origin story, I think he'd also be a necessary counter balance to Nanami's staunch, straight lacedness in the same way Haibara is. Haibara and Oboro would be a force to be reckoned with for all parties considered. Nanami only meets up with Aizawa when he knows Present Mic is on patrol or DJ'ing. Also, The Black Parade once summoned both he and Tokoyami but they never spoke of it again.

Satoru Gojo 🤝 Keigo Takami - One could make an argument for All Might (strongest and strongest in each respective universe) but... I think Hawks and Gojo's predisposition to be weapons at an early age kind of embodies the burden that Gojo otherwise carries alone. Always looking to quell that isolation, Hawks would understand. PLUS, who else has a "strong" moral code (... using figuratively as applied to both) and a bluntness to keep others in check? People overlook how silly goofy Geto has to be to keep up with Gojo. The three of them would wreak havoc, naturally.

Additional Prospects: Gojo would go out of his way to endear himself to Aizawa, as well. Because how grating to be adopted by yet another loud extrovert? Gojo would not be successful but, for the kids, Aizawa would do as needed. Aizawa probably sees Gojo as a slightly more competent teacher than All Might. He likely also recognizes what festers under Gojo's facade of frivolous indifference in the same way he sees past All Might's bravado. Student wise, Gojo would still gravitate toward the most unhinged for mentorship: his Big Three + Midoriya and Bakugo. Iida might be demented enough but the knife handed attention to rules would not work out in the long run.

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thomasshelbydrabbles · 11 months

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The Spy (6/?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, angst, sexual situations, infertility, loss of child

Summary: Adeline and Tommy talk for the first time in two years.

**Note: This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher and The Messenger first if you want to understand everything.*

Word Count: 2975

Author’s Note: And here it is!! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

Birmingham, 1924

“You claimed she was Thomas Shelby’s woman!”

Adeline rolled her eyes as the men around her continued to bicker. They’d been arguing over her status as a usable whore for Tommy since they’d left the prison. It wasn’t exactly the reunion she’d envisioned, but seeing him was worth the bruise she felt blooming across her face. The way he’d looked at her though, that hurt more than she expected. Part of her wondered if his reaction had been calculated, designed to cause the infighting occurring right this moment. She clung to that thought because the alternative might destroy her.

“Oh do shut up,” Adeline snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose. “He was hardly going to fall to pieces at the sight of me with a bruise on my face.”

“Rather bold for a woman who lost her fiancé today,” Father Hughes informed her, sneer on his face.

“You assume I’ve lost a fiancé. No way of knowing for sure so long as you keep me locked away here, pulled out only when you need a visual presentation of your leverage. No way a man like Thomas Shelby would allow himself to be pressured in such a way.”

“You cannot be suggesting we simply allow you to do as you please.”

Adeline smiled. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Not that I have much faith - ” she paused, “Sorry, not much for religion myself. You’ll understand why I don’t think you’ll take the wiser course here and allow me to return to the family.”

“We can’t do that,” Sidney informed her. “We’ll stick to the plan. As Father Hughes pointed out, we’ve a higher power to account to in this endeavor.”

Adeline snickered. “And that’s worked out so well for you thus far. Good to see you continue to bet on the wrong horse.”

“There will come a time when you are no longer of use to the men of Section D.”

“A day we all look forward to, I’m sure,” Adeline interrupted. “And of course, you’ve got grand designs about how I’ll suffer before I die. Perhaps you imagine I’ll beg you to offer me last rights so you can save my soul from eternal damnation. Sadly for us all, you can’t be rid of me yet.”

“You can’t be sure he’ll even take you back,” Sidney reasoned.

“Aye. I can’t be sure. But, you’re whole plan - the plan dreamed up by the illustrious members of Section D hinges on Thomas Shelby giving a damn about my life.”

“He’ll see you alive and well at the Shelby family fundraiser this weekend. You’ll attend with Sidney, as planned. A representative of Section D will make himself know to Mr. Shelby, and detail exactly what he is to do next. Of course, the Grand Duchess will also be present at the fundraiser. Her uncle insists on her presence.”

She hated the slimy, smug grin on Father Hughes’ face. The jealousy she felt bubble up in her gut she hated even more. If he truly had given up on her, the Grand Duchess’ parted thighs just might be enticement enough for Tommy.

“She is to be the direct contact between Thomas Shelby and our Russian friends. You - ” Father Hughes pointed at Adeline, “Are to remain just out of reach. Seen often enough to keep him interested, but far enough from him that he cannot pull you once more to his side.”

“A slow torture,” Adeline murmured. “I wouldn't have believed such a pious, virtuous man of the cloth capable of something so insidious. But to hear it from your own lips. I’m impressed.”

“Let’s not lose focus,” Sidney said, once more trying to maintain the peace.

Adeline wanted to laugh at the irony of that. A man more apt to start a war because he was bored trying to mediate conflict.

“I think Mr. Shelby is still very much enamored with our girl.”

Adeline slanted a look at him, bristling at the use of our.

“The fundraiser is for the Shelby Foundation, which supports the local school. The very school where you used to teach, if I’m not mistaken. Such overtures don’t speak to a man ready to sever his relationship with his wayward fiancée.”

“Wayward?” Adeline asked.

Sidney shrugged a shoulder. “Your neither missing nor dead. Everyone who’s worked with you understands how difficult you can be. Wayward is a rather apt description, don’t you think?”

“Indeed,” Father Hughes agreed.

“A more agreeable woman wouldn’t be able to accomplish the tasks you have set forth.”

“Agreed,” Sidney said with an amiable smile.

He poured a measure of whiskey and handed it to Adeline. Skeptical of his sudden good humor, she took the glass.

“We’ll go shopping for a pretty dress for you to wear. Can’t have Thomas Shelby forgetting himself, thinking he has any sort of advantage or space to maneuver. We must constantly show him what his own waywardness is endangering.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

For a grown ass woman, Adeline spent much of her time sneaking into and out of various places. She’d been forbidden from leaving the guest house, but she’d think less of Sidney if he thought for a single moment she’d abide such a ridiculous rule. Not when she was here, in Birmingham. As instructed, she’d gone and bought a dress. While the savvy operative in her wanted to find something homely to wear just to spite Sidney, the woman desperately in love with a man she wanted to have captivated by her won out and she purchased a dress specifically designed to make Thomas Shelby want nothing more than to tear it from her body.

Glancing around his room, she noted how little had changed. Her coat, wet along the bottom from the lingering puddles that seemed to always occupy Birmingham streets hung on the back of the door. Her shoes, soaked through, lay in a haphazard way near the door. Knees tucked up to her chin, Adeline sat waiting. On the bedside table, the last of her cigarette lay burning down to nothing in the tray, small wisp of smoke curling up towards the ceiling.

She heard footfalls on the steps, heard them move closer to the door. When the door began to creak open, Adeline felt her heart stop. Setting this meeting up, moving all the pieces, making promises - how easy that had been compared to this moment. Too many possibilities swam through her head.

The door opened. Tommy stood in the doorway, shadows from the twilight casting his features in stark relief. He stood there as a statue, only the smallest movements convinced her that he was even breathing. Their eyes locked.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

She wanted to smile at the familiarity of the whole scenario. This space - his old room on Watery Lane held so many precious memories for her. Their first kiss.

“Last time you snuck into me bed you had a message for me.”

“Aye.”

Tommy nodded. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket. “Go on. Give me the message then get the fuck out.”

“I don’t have a message, Tommy. I snuck into your bed to see you.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, eyes distant, unfocused. “I dreamed this,” he whispered. “After the Darby. Every night.”

“Tommy - ”

“And each morning,” he continued as he stepped into the room. “I’d wake up alone. Your spot on the bed cold and empty.”

The anguish in his eyes destroyed her, tore through her like someone was peeling the skin from her back strip by strip. She wanted to turn her face away, to hide from his gaze; it would be easy to play the coward.

“What would you like me to say, Tommy?”

Instead of answering, he threw the door closed. The sound of it echoed through the quiet of the house. She flinched at the noise. Her movement drew his focus back to her.

“I don’t know, Miss Taylor. After two years, what is there to say, eh?”

Another flinch. She clutched her left hand to her chest, the fingers from her right hand nervously twisting the engagement ring around her finger.

Tommy let out a humorless chuckle. He pointed to her, that same bitter smile she’d seen in the prison once more on his face.

“Were you ever mine?”

An aborted, wounded sound escaped her lips. Yet, Sidney’s voice echoed in her mind. You were mine first…Shaking those thoughts from her head she met Tommy’s gaze.

“You fuckin’ bastard, how can you ask me that?”

Again, Sidney’s voice mocked her, You’ve worn his ring, played virgin for the two years you’ve been apart...

“Answer the question.”

Adeline grit her teeth. “I never stopped being yours.”

She watched his expression. Saw how he worked to shut her out, to hold his anger tightly around him as protection. He might be able to do it. She’d always known there was a possibility…a version of this reunion where he didn’t - wouldn’t forgive her. Worst of all, she couldn't find it in herself to blame him for it. Were their roles reversed, she’d not be forgiving either. Didn’t change the fact that he still held what remained of her heart in the palm of his hand, just as surely as Sidney held her life in the palm of his. Damn them both.

He remained silent, just stood there and smoked his cigarette. Adeline stood from the bed, closed some of the distance between them.

“When you were laying in your bed, dreamin’ ‘bout me did you imagine it was my choice to be taken from your side, hm?”

“One moment you were there. The next you allowed them to fuckin’ drag you away.” Tommy glanced away. He tossed his spent cigarette on the floor and ground it beneath his foot. Adeline wanted to scold him for it, but didn’t. He met her gaze once again.

“Aye.”

“Fuckin’ Alfie knocked Arthur unconscious, nearly shot me to keep us from runnin’ after you. We outnumbered them. Would have been simple enough for you to break the hold they had on you. Only one conclusion, Miss Taylor - you wanted to leave with them.”

“Call me Miss Taylor in that tone one more time and I swear to Christ I’ll cut your fuckin’ tongue out.”

“Why?”

Adeline forced herself to take a deep breath. She met Tommy’s steady gaze, felt the burn of the ice in his blue eyes. Had attempting to protect him from her past brought them here? Perhaps. He deserved to know everything.

“Momento Mori.”

Reaching forward, Adeline pulled the pack of cigarettes from Tommy’s pocket. Allowing the smoke to fortify her, she began to pace in a small little line a foot away from where Tommy stood.

“I thought he was dead. Alfie, too. I thought I was safe, but I should have known better. Memento Mori was our code during the war. Sidney - George, whatever he wants to bloody well call himself, used that phrase when the situation became too dangerous to stay. Those men who came in, the ones who grabbed me, whispered that phrase in my ear. No one needed to die. If I’d fought, if I even hesitated, everyone in that room would have been dead. Better you alive and hating me than dead and loving me.”

“Still makin’ my decisions for me.”

Adeline shook her head. “You bloody stubborn bastard. Even with everything I’ve told you. Everything you’ve seen, you still don’t understand how dangerous this is. I’ll not apologize for saving you. I’ll never apologize for protecting you, for keeping you safe.”

“And there it is,” Tommy nodded to himself. “The woman I love, my fiancée, doesn't trust me to protect the family. To protect her.”

Adeline scoffed. “Trust you?”

With a shake of her head, she turned away from him. She took a long drag from the cigarette. Whirling back to face him, she jabbed her finger against his chest.

“The second you got sober enough to have a coherent thought you went to fucking Churchill and made yourself a Devil’s bargain.”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed as he took a step back.

“And how would you know that, eh?”

She’d never thought about how she’d answer that question. Part of her never thought she’d have the opportunity. She’d convinced herself that Sidney would kill her when he was done with her. As she’d told Campbell years ago, women like her were guaranteed one thing in life and that was to die bloody, wrung out - useless. That’d be her tombstone: Here Lies Arke: Useless.

He deserved to know. Even if he hated her for it. It’d been many years since she’d been this desperate to lie to someone. She knew the likelihood of him forgiving her was slim, had known that all along. Yet standing here in his room, facing the reality of it? Nothing felt worse. Squaring her shoulders, she looked up at him.

“About six months after Sidney took me, I figured out a way to get word out that I was alive. I hadn’t managed to find a way to come home. I couldn’t. Not while Sidney breathed. That was my mistake the first time. Instead of verifying for myself, I believed rumors and reports about his death. Allowed my joy at his demise to cloud my judgment. Not again. Not ever again. I sent word through the IRA to Alfie, to Isaiah - ”

She paused at his startled hiss of breath. She knew that dark look in his eye.

“You’ll leave that boy alone, Thomas Shelby. It’s me you're angry with, and rightly so. I couldn’t risk direct or indirect contact with you. Sidney had his people everywhere, and I knew if he caught even a hint that I had reached out to you…well, you’d all be dead. Anyone with the last name Shelby. Anyone associated with the Peaky Blinders. All dead. You’ll scoff. Tell me there’s no way that would happen because Thomas fucking Shelby rules the whole world, and no one would dare cross him. And that’s why I couldn't risk it. You’re not invincible. Men like Sidney are too well connected, too political. I knew Alfie would keep you in the dark. Took a bit of a wager on Isaiah, but he’s a good lad. Knows good sense.”

Adeline threw her spent cigarette on the floor, ignoring the way her hands shook.

“Didn’t expect Michael and Isaiah to show up. They’re the ones who told me about what you’d done, about your foolishness. Good boys. Of course, Alfie’s the one who helped them track me down. Meddling Jewish fool. After that, I couldn’t allow them to risk in person contact. We relied on carefully coded notes with minimal details about anything personal or important. Then we were in France, and Russia because of course Alfie was fucking right, as usual and Sidney is Russian, so he’s involved in this whole mess of Reds and Whites, then I learn that you’ve gone to Churchill and gotten yourself involved in the Russian’s bloody mess. Now they’re using me as a pawn to make sure you stay in line and do exactly as you're told.”

Tommy nodded, the movements abrupt. He raked a hand through his hair before locking his eyes with hers. Adeline’s breath caught. They were so blue, and they still held her as captive as they always had. She’d missed him so much it hurt, and standing here this close…she missed him all the more. Oh how she’d feared this day. The day when it was all too much. When he found the transgression he couldn’t, wouldn’t forgive. Worst of all, she couldn’t even blame him.

“Two years,” Tommy began, voice low, carefully controlled. “You’ve known everythin’ I’ve been doin’ for two years, and not a single word to me.”

Adeline wanted to shake him. Everything she’d told him, and that’s what he focused on. As though she could forget the time. As though she hadn’t died each day since they’d been apart.

“I spent two years worryin’ about you. Not knowin’ if you were alive, or - ”

Tommy clenched his hand into a fist, grit his teeth.

“Two fuckin’ years!”

She startled at the volume of his voice. Her own eyes narrowed. She took a step closer to him.

“Aye,” Adeline screamed back. “745 fuckin’ days!”

Staring at him, her chest heaved. Tommy stared back; his blue eyes piercing.

“745 days,” she whispered.

She fought back the tears that threatened to stream down her face. Not that she minded the thought of crying in front of him, not anymore, but she feared if she gave in now, if she allowed even one tear to fall, she’d never stop.

“Might be 746 by now,” Adeline noted absently, eyes peering out the window into the darkness.

Looking back at Tommy was a mistake. She’d not seen him look so defeated. Anger spent, at least for now, he appeared to her…un-moored. Like a boat adrift in the Cut, loose, but dangerously close to crashing against the bank. Floundering now that the reality of her standing in front of him settled around his shoulders. It was as though he finally believed she stood before him, not some specter he’d conjured in his dreams. She understood the feeling. Seeing him in that prison cell…feeling his eyes on her - nothing could have prepared her for that moment.

Tommy closed the distance between them, his fingers gently traced the edges of the bruise on her face. Leaning into his touch, she bit back the sound of pain that wanted to escape her lips. She’d not allow him to end this connection over something so trivial as pain. The bruise, like all the ones before, would heal. Tommy touching her as though she mattered to him - that she needed like oxygen.

“Tell me how to fix us,” Adeline begged, voice a whisper.

Part 7

Master List

Tag List: @stevie75 @muhahaha303 @highgardenrosexx @dolllol2405

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby x oc

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moonlightsdew · 2 months

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Husk and Alastor arrive back at the hotel at the same time, one in a better mood than the other.

"Did something happen?" Alastor asks Husk, opening the door for the other. The feline grumbles, tail and ears and wings all drooping. "Was the show bad?"

"No, it wasn't bad." Husk snaps, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto one of the barstools. He grabs the first bottle of booze he sees and takes a generous swig from it. "It was good. Fucking beautiful."

Alastor tilt's his head curiously, approaching the bar and settling into one of the stools. He snaps his finger to send the discard jacket away; it was too nice to leave on the stools. "You're acting pretty strange for something that you say was beautiful."

Husk glowers at him, taking another swig of his drink and slamming the bottle on the bar roughly. "Can't you mind your own fucking business?"

"Nope!" Alastor perches on his elbows. "Now, why don't you tell me what's the matter?" Alastor already had an idea, but he wanted to hear Husk confirm it.

"Fuck you." Husk snaps, running a hand through his fur and messing up the attempt he had made at making it nice. "You're going to fucking laugh at me, but I'm pissed at myself cause I was too chicken shit to tell her I like her." Husk grabs a glass and some nicer whiskey, pouring it for Alastor without being asked. "Fucking childish bullshit."

Alastor laughs, taking the glass. "Is that all, Husker? It's perfectly normal to be shy!"

"I'm a grown fucking man." Husk hisses. "If I can't even tell her to her face how beautiful her performance was, what the fuck should I expect?" Another drink. "I don't see why you aren't making fun of me. You should be delighted."

"Now, now, Husker, I may be cruel, but matters of the heart deserve some sensitivity."

"You've never given a fuck about something like that in the past."

Alastor sighs. "Oh, you've caught me. Really though, I do sympathize for you. Much as I do enjoy to prod at you, I also enjoy seeing you happy."

"Yeah, so you can tear it down-"

"Husker." Alastor snips. "You tear yourself down far more than I ever could. It's gotten a bit boring, quite frankly. If you really wish to indulge yourself in such an endeavor, I won't discourage you. So long as it doesn't interfere with your duties, you can do whatever you want!"

Husk stares at him, not sure what to think. On one hand, it wasn't like Alastor had actually stepped in to try and prevent him from making connections with people. It just... kinda stopped happening once he had given his soul over. With his Overlord status gone, and being pulled around willy-nilly into whatever bullshit Alastor got up to, he hadn't paid much attention to making connections. He'd focused on coping with being someone's pet.

But Al could very easily step in and fuck things up just because he wants to, or he goes into one of his possessive streaks that tend to have Husk and Niffty all but glued to his sides.

"..." Husk grips the bottle in his hand. "If you're fucking with me, I don't care what the consequences are, I will tear you apart."

Alastor hums. "Oh, I have no doubt you would certainly try!" He downs his own drink, setting the glass down gently. "However, I am completely serious. You've always been good about respecting your contract, no matter how much you hate it. I trust you to continue doing so even if you start reaching out to others again."

"And what if I didn't?" Husk asks. "What if I started wanting to live enough that I would stop dealing with your bullshit?"

Alastor's expression tightens. "Then I would do what I need to make sure you behave. Whether you like it or not, I do consider you a friend. I prefer to keep friends around as long as possible."

Al stands, straightening his coat. "Try to not to overdrink, It would be a shame for you to mess up the rest of your outfit. Have a good night, my friend."

Husk just stares, not responding as Al heads up the stairs to his room.

Maybe, just maybe, he would stop being a coward.

#ic: husk #ic: alastor #dash commentary: a star is reborn #(did not expect to have my muses awake for Character Development after this but uh. oh boy!)

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Nah kill Endeavor midway and introduce new hero to take his role as the hero with new relevant story as No 1 like happened with Hawks and last minute additions like Star Stripe. Because Endeavor remains the only morally bad hero who is an example of what hero should not do in personal life using his job as a cover as Stain warned. His treatment of Inasa, taking on petty cases to increase numbers and being dumber than Iida who cracked the pattern faster magnified his behaviour as a shoddy hero driven by envy and prejudice and personal desires and not enough to call it justice as the subjective praisevsays about his heroics by people who have a personal reason to believe he was good as a hero and not disbelive it even in face of proof. His atonement didn't actually have narrative significance in the end either. If he was pulled out of their story, already Deku then Shoto then self-effort from hidden strength from hope due to Shoto alone was enough. He couldn't give them any actual closure or help. Endeavor in short had little to no big role other than being the cause of this apocalypse from a single video because he took the No 1 spot by default despite being wrong for it. The effect of the video was more positive in the long run by freeing them and making their stories valid by Endeavor's televised confession than how bad Toga or Gentle's families had it from being associated while Shoto seem happier having shared with all. They are also valid for unconditionally loving their son instead of being conflicted by his crimes which is Endeavor's fault to them as Shoto's thoughts went. Overall Endeavor's role is simply as the abuser who prevents his victims from taking heat and criticism from his fans by confessing because they all push him including Hawks and it is possible because the hero association are dead and won't issue a cover up to protect their overall image. But this confession could still be exposed in other ways using new characters or existing information technology known with Garaki Kyuudai had Hori wanted while keeping Endeavor bad which would have resulted in a better catharsis than leaving him sticking on to his victims.

Ok so another long break down.

Killing Enji this way only works if the story becomes fully about Hero corruption, which it just isn't. All of the Heroes which had questionable attitudes toward Heroics changed their ways, or besides Enji just weren't that bad to begin with. Even if we leave Enji as a truly bad guy, he's one out dozens we see who are all good, so it doesn't even help prove the corruption angle much. Could this work--sure, but it'd change the story and it's themes drastically from what Hori's intentions seem to be--at that point it's not even his story.

On top of that we get no evidence Enji is using his job as a Hero as cover. Nor did Stain ever say anything about Heroes using their job to hide actual crimes. I love the guy, but all he cared about was people being Heroes that weren't 100% selfless. On top of that he just didn't even seem to check the Heroes he hunted out first, since we have no evidence Tensei was anything other then a great Hero who cared a lot about saving people. Stain didn't know about Enji's abuse and just hated him because he wasn't All Might.

His treatment of Inasa, taking on petty cases to increase numbers and being dumber than Iida who cracked the pattern faster magnified his behaviour as a shoddy hero driven by envy and prejudice and personal desires and not enough to call it justice as the subjective praisevsays about his heroics by people who have a personal reason to believe he was good as a hero and not disbelive it even in face of proof.

But Enji did crack Stain's pattern--that's why he and Shoto we in the city at all that night. He tells Shoto about it when they leave for Hosu. Shoto even says he only picks Enji's agency because he's a great at his job and despite his hate for him at that point, it'd be stupid to turn down learning from one of the best in the industry.

Enji never shows prejudice in the manga. The spin off made him OOC so he could function as a side antagonist for the later arc in the story, but in the main story he never acts that way. No, he was never great to fans because having fans was never his reason for being a Hero and he didn't understand how important it was to inspire people until he became #1.

I assume what you mean by disbelieving proof, you're talking about Touya's video during the first War. Honestly, people not believing Touya makes perfect sense in context. Enji was never super popular, but when a villain who has killed multiple people and is currently responsible for a major terrorist attack effecting dozens cities suddenly releases a video saying "Hey, this guy trying to stop me from killing everyone is actually bad, trust me, and therefore you should hate everyone who has the same job." it is hard to believe. Plus, people did did believe it, they just were more concerned about Enji failing to stop a massive terrorist attack that probably resulted in hundreds of casualties and displaced thousands of people, then the fact he abused his family--something that in the moment is nothing compared to all the lives lost.

Endeavor in short had little to no big role other than being the cause of this apocalypse from a single video because he took the No 1 spot by default despite being wrong for it.

Enji didn't cause the apocalypse, Shigaraki and the LoV did. Sure, Touya's video didn't help, but because it came out after most of the major damage was done it didn't have as much effect as it could have had if it had been released right after Enji got the #1 spot. People would have been angry at the Heroes and Enji anyway because so many people died and the LoV wasn't captured.

The effect of the video was more positive in the long run by freeing them and making their stories valid by Endeavor's televised confession than how bad Toga or Gentle's families had it from being associated while Shoto seem happier having shared with all.

We don't actually see the family show any positive emotions toward the video. In fact we see them having to hide from the public because they're now blamed for Touya's murders. Shoto can't even go and be with his friends when Izuku walks into U.A, and instead has to hang back with Enji who, I assume had to go in a back way due to all of the hate they were getting because of Touya's video. Shoto might not be upset with his friends knowing, but he was never super quite about his abuse either, given he spilled the beans to Izuku as quick as possible during the sports festival. We don't see if the rest of the family feels similarly at all.

They are also valid for unconditionally loving their son instead of being conflicted by his crimes which is Endeavor's fault to them as Shoto's thoughts went.

But they don't see Touya's crimes as Dabi as 100% Enji's fault. Shoto tells him it was wrong of him to involve other people. Natsuo tells him to stop and that he's being an idiot big brother. Fuyumi just doesn't want him to kill their mom and dad. Even when Shoto thinks "he is me" that implies he does consider Touya's actions his own, since Shoto always held himself responsible for his own poor choices, like being rude to Inasa. Just because they still love Touya doesn't mean they don't hold him responsible for his actions. Enji is at fault, yes, but at the end of the day Touya still decided to murder random people to fulfill his own plans of revenge.

Overall Endeavor's role is simply as the abuser who prevents his victims from taking heat and criticism from his fans by confessing because they all push him including Hawks and it is possible because the hero association are dead and won't issue a cover up to protect their overall image.

The family isn't getting shit on by Enji's fans though, nor does Enji admitting the video is true suddenly make people 100% fine with the other Todoroki's. People didn't hate on the family because they saw them as lying about the abuse because they love Enji to much--they were mad because they view them as extensions of Touya, who killed their loved ones and destroyed their homes. They also don't have to push Enji to do the press conference or admit his abuse. They push him to stay a Hero and help them stop/save Touya. That's why even after he admits to the abuse, Shoto is still shunned.

We also have zero evidence to suggest the Hero Commission ever covered up the abuse. Especially since Shoto has no problem telling Izuku about it.

But this confession could still be exposed in other ways using new characters or existing information technology known with Garaki Kyuudai had Hori wanted while keeping Endeavor bad which would have resulted in a better catharsis than leaving him sticking on to his victims.

Again, this only works if you fundamentally change the story Hori is trying to tell. He wants Enji to change and be a better person. You can not agree with that choice, but if we're taking about stuff an author could have done better you have to try and stick to what they want the story to be. We still don't know 100% what Hori is trying to say because the ending hasn't come out yet, but so far Enji atoning seems to be a big part of the overall message of the story. If that is the case you have to try and find fixes that stick with that vision, otherwise you're just writing your own story, not just making editing suggestions to make the current work better.

#ask #todoroki enji #bnha spoilers #bnha #mha #endeavor #there are times I've said it might have been better to keep Enji an asshole #but that's more out of frustration then because I think it'd actually work #at least for the story Hori wants to tell #that's why my actual suggestions for genuine changes that could help revolve around keeping Enji as is #but letting him have a bit more meaningful progress #while keeping it small so he doesn't change to much #and can still play the same role #I do the same thing for the LoV #part of me does sort of just wish they'd die because of how poorly Hori wrote them #but that's clearly not the story he's trying to write #so my suggestions are generally tweaks that could have the message he wants to send with them work better #and not cause such divides in the fan base #and I'm sure they miss alot given I live in a totally different culture then Hori #so what i think doesn't work might make total sense in Japanese literature

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sexykatsuki17 · 1 year

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Todoroki’s Revenge

Todoroki and Midoriya were up enjoying breakfast at Todoroki’s house Bakugo was there as well. Bakugo appeared more cranky than usual. Why? That’s because he is aching and sore. Bakugo made his way downstairs and he was shirtless.

Midoriya saw him Good morning Kacchan, Bakugo didn’t say anything he just got a bowl, uhm Bakugo didn’t you hear Midoriya say anything? Todoroki asked and also put on a shirt.

OI, SHUT THE FUCK UP ICYHOT IM FUCKING SORE AND I DONT CARE!!!!! Bakugo yelled his stomach gurgling loudly instead Bakugo grabbed an apple going back upstairs.

Todoroki rolled his eyes. I can't stand him then why did you invite him here? Midoriya asked my dad said he should rest after training yesterday so he brought him here Todoroki said. You really do hate him don’t you? Midoriya asked Hate him? No, he just gets on my nerves with all his damn yelling. Midoriya chuckled, I second that and they clicked glasses.

After breakfast Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya went to school. Bakugo was incredibly sore that he just spent his day in recovery’s girl office. Kirishima Bakugo’s best friend was taking notes for him. Hey kirishima Todoroki and Midoriya said hey guys kirishima said bakubro isn’t feeling well so I’m taking notes for him kirishima said you do know he’s just sore right? Todoroki asked yeah I know but when you’re sore you don’t feel 100% kirishima said true Midoriya said.

Soon enough Bakugo walked through the door and he saw Kirishima and he walked over to him. Come with me you’re walking me back to the dorms Bakugo said why? Kirishima asked don’t question me Bakugo said Todoroki rolled his eyes at Bakugo.

He was thinking of a plan after school Todoroki, Midoriya and Bakugo had training with All Might and Endeavor. So at lunch time Todoroki is going to go to the store that’s near UA and get the most powerful laxative he could find.

Bakugo was taking a warm shower for his aching muscles the part that was the most stiff on him was his back, once he finished he put on his underwear and his black bomb pants and he laid down on his stomach. Kirishima gave him a deep tissue back massage. Cracking his spine and unloosing those stiff aching muscles Bakugo moaned so what was Deku and Icyhot talking to you about? Bakugo asked, I’m sure what they wanted Kirishima said. ohh so sore Bakugo Groaned do you want me to stop? Kirishima asked did I say that? Bakugo asked no Kirishima said then shut the hell up and keep on rubbing. Bakugo said Kirishima continued to rub his back.

Todoroki and Midoriya went to the sore and got the laxative. So what are you going to put it in? Midoriya asked as they walked into the dorms his water bottle in the fridge Todoroki said. Okay Midoriya said so Todoroki got Bakugo’s water bottle and he dumped half of the laxative into his drink and he stirred it up placing it back into the fridge. I also got him some prunes Todoroki said Midoriya smiled.

Soon after Kirishima came downstairs he was upset. Kirishima, what's wrong? Midoriya asked it’s Bakugo he’s so damn rude I can’t take anymore kirishima said he’s always talking to me as if I’m dumb Kirishima said. Well you’re in lucky cause I’m pulling some revenge on him just like you I’m sick and tired of him Todoroki said. So what’s the plan? Kirishima asked.

Todoroki told him of his plans and Kirishima’s job was to keep him from entering the bathroom. Soon Bakugo came downstairs dressed in his school outfit. You idiots ready? Bakugo asked, grabbing his water bottle. He took a few sips here eat some prunes. Todoroki said why would I eat anything that you brought? Bakugo asked just as Bakugo’s stomach growled out of hunger. Tch, fine Bakugo took the bag form Todoroki he ate some as they waited for Endeavor and All Might.

It was a small bag so Bakugo ate the whole thing and he drinked more of his water. Todoroki smiled what the hell are you smiling at? Bakugo asked oh nothing Todoroki said soon enough endeavor and All Might came to collect them.

While driving to the Agency Bakugo felt his lower stomach beginning to growl. You okay? Todoroki asked don’t worry about it Bakugo said his stomach continued to growl in an upset way. Bakugo bit his lower lip and gently rubbed his stomach. You okay? God dynamite? Endeavor asked Bakugo just looked out the window, shaking his leg as the growling in his lower stomach continued.

All Might, Midoriya, and Kirishima were talking and laughing. Soon Bakugo, Todoroki, and Endeavor walked into the building and soon All Might, Midoriya, and Kirishima walked into the building as well. The growling in Bakugo’s stomach got louder Ugh, Bakugo groaned Shut the hell and die Stupid Stomach why are so upset anyway? Bakugo asked but then he remembered. Wait a second Bakugo asked HEY YOU BASTARD YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH WHY MY STOMACH IS UPSET DIDN’T YOU!!!!! Bakugo yelled. Todoroki shook his head I don't know what you’re talking about YES THE FUCK YOU DO YOU BROUGHT THOSE PRUNES KNOWING WE HAD SOMETHING TO DO TODAY YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!! Bakugo yelled but then he started farting rather loudly YOUR FUCKING DEAD!!!!! Bakugo yelled. Running to the bathroom. Todoroki started laughing.

When Bakugo reached the bathroom he saw Kirishima standing in the way MOVE!!!!! Bakugo yelled sorry dude, someone is in the bathroom Kirishima said Bakugo’s stomach growled loudly. Bakugo loudly farted with each fart it came out watery Bakugo blushed running to the next one. Kirishima laughed.

Bakugo reached the next Bathroom he saw Midoriya standing there, MOVE YOU DAMN NERD!!!!! Bakugo yelled Sorry Kacchan someones is in the bathroom Midoriya said oh for fuck sakes Bakugo said he went to the next Bathroom MIdoriya laughed.

Bakugo went to every bathroom and each of them was locked. Bakugo’s stomach growled extremely loud Bakugo moaned Ugh Bakugo moaned he soon approached Endeavor and All Might. What’s wrong you should be getting Ready Endeavor said Bakugo placed a hand on his stomach as it growled. What’s the matter Young Bakugo? All Might asked I need to use the bathroom but they were all locked. Bakugo said What? Endeavor asked Bakugo pushed and out came a lot of Diarrhea. Bakugo blushed and he kept pooping himself.

Bakugo dropped to his knees and the diarrhea just kept coming out. Bakugo started crying out of embarrassment. Midoriya and kirishima watched from afar and they felt bad for Bakugo. Endeavor and All Might helped Bakugo.

After Bakugo’s little sick spell he was in his dorm room resting. Kirishima and Midoriya were helping Bakugo out all while Todoroki was in the hospital recovering from the beating he got from Bakugo during the training with Endeavor and All Might. Lesson learned for Todoroki: never upset Bakugo’s stomach without a good reason. Kirishima and Midoriya learned that lesson as well because they were on board with Todoroki’s foolishness.

#katsuki bakugo mha #eijiro kirishima #shoto torodoki #bnha endeavour #all might #upset stomach #stomach gurgling #farting #follower request #diarrhea #laxitives #revenge scheme #mild cussing

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kittycatxoxo1 · 2 years

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A todoroki AU part 2

Shoto starts sneaking out again but aizawa catches on pretty quickly and just says "you know you can just tell me your going and I'll go with you cuz dabi hangs out around my patrol route anyway so I can watch both of you like always"

Hitoshi starts going with shoto cuz obviously he's not going to sleep.

Everything in canon still happens but shoto is more open to having friends, he's just really awkward and doesn't get social cues.

When the League kidnapped bakugo aizawa puts his foot down and is just like "kid, he's with the League we can't help him without incriminating ourselves for supporting him (slipping him money)" but shoto tries sneaking out but aizawa catches him and puts a ankle monitor on him that will alert a teacher if he tries to leave the school. (cause of the dorms)

The saving bakugo thing still happens but there's a small bit of the kids having to get the monitor of shotos ankle.

I don't know how but I want the Lov to be caught and put in a villain reformed program (and have quirk suppressors for obvious reasons) and they need to be put with some pro heros like Vlad king has toga, best jeanist has Mr compress, hound dog has twice, the wild wild pussy cats has magne and eraserhead and present mic have dabi and tomura (maybe also kurogiri Idk yet)

Dabi HATES being close to endeavors "masterpiece" and doesn't know why the kid keeps trying to talk to him. So dabi starts just picking on shoto just like shoto is doing chores and dabi messes him up or just being picky "you misses a spot"

Tomura, hitoshi and shoto actually start bonding over video games and like trama dumping on each other on random nights. Shoto just walks into shiggys room "my dad trained me so hard I would throw up" and tomura is just like "same lol" the next night hitoshi walks in "my mom used to put a muzzle on me" tomura is like "damn dude, that sucks. I think I was given my quirk so I'd accidentally kill my family"

Aizawa coming home to a trama dumping session on his couch

Dabi still doesn't want anything todo with shoto and seeing tomura bonding with shoto as a betrayal.

Dabi still picking on shoto sees hitoshi and shoto having a sibling squabble like voices raised "you can't just take my things" type fight and dabi says "wow! you ARE just like endeavor, you gonna hit purple next?" And that just goes all over shoto and he calls it a night

Hitoshi is so pissed like his face is so red and he get all in dabis face just "you can't just say shit like that!" "shoto is nothing like that man!" And "you don't even know what shoto has done for you!!"

Aizawa AND mic have to pull hitoshi out of dabis face

Shiggy in the back like 👁️👄👁️

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Part 1: https://kittycatxoxo1.tumblr.com/post/687160262683459584/a-todoroki-au-part-1-shoto-sneaks-out-dressed-up

I don't know how I'd end the fic if I wrote it but if anyone wants to write it, have at it! Just send me the link to the fic cuz I'd love to read anyone's fics that are inspired by my rambles!!

#shiggy #shigaraki tomura #dabi #todoroki shoto #hitoshi shinso #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #dad mic #dadzawa #mha au #fanfic ideas

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lightlycareless · 2 years

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helloooooo hope you had a great week !! I absolutely loved this chapter omg 😢 The angst , the dramaaaaa!!! Naobito Can rot in hell for what he did . Forcing his wife to constantly have children and throwing each one to the side just because they didn’t meet his expectations?! Ugh I hate him and his silly mustache. 😭

Poor Naoaki working so hard only for everything to be taken and given to naoya simply bc he had been born stronger :’( & the scene with naofumi?!! Omggggg !! If I was yn I would’ve reacted the same honestly; Naoaki’s personality makes sooo much sense now 💟😢 I love him so much more

Also I would like to point out that I love how you portray kid naoya. I definitely expect for him to let the compliments from his elders to get to his head causing him to become super disrespectful to everyone he deems below him.

I have such a love hate relationship with naoya 😭😭 he needs to start taking notes from naoaki bc that man is winning in my books 😢 Naoya is going to have to WORKKKKKKK for yns trust bc she definitely doesn’t want anything to do with him now 😭 I don’t blame her Fr .

Anyways sorry for the long message lol ; It was a really good chapter . ! Have a really good week ! I can’t wait for the next one ! 💟💟

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Hello 👾 anon!! I’m so happy to see you back here again!! You’re spoiling me I s2g, thank you so much!!

I had a good week, with it’s highs and lows, but an enjoyable week anyways! I hope you had a wonderful week as well 🥰

I’m glad you were able to somewhat enjoy this dark chapter! (as much as it was permitted lol) It was something that I’ve been looking forward to write ever since I introduced Naoaki, to explore how the unjust the system is to the rest of the members that aren’t women (since Y/N thinks that only she and the other women in the house are the only ones that suffered from the Zen’in clan) or specifically, those that aren’t in power. Only those at the top seem to enjoy all the benefits from their prestige, and that’s the sad reality that she had to face this last chapter.

As well as giving insight to Naobito’s family! I went with the idea that having that many children, and one after the other, could do no good to Tomoko, both physically and mentally. As well as her children suffering from it! (If you read my chapter 21 – thoughts post, you’ll see that I got inspiration from the Todoroki household in BNHA (Of course, if Endeavor was like… a bit worse)

I don’t doubt that she got to unwillingly neglect them, forcing some of them to…resent her for it. But we shall see 👀

Oh…and Naofumi. I did not intend for that to be in the chapter originally, but I just… don’t know. Allowed myself to lose all inhibitions and write it 😅 because why wouldn’t Naobito do so? I hate him.

I’m glad you’re liking Naoaki even more; he has good intentions with Y/N but just has a hard time showing them (more like Y/N believing them lol) because of his upbringing. Perhaps that’s why he felt so attracted to her, because he somehow saw himself in her… and he wants to redeem the mistakes of his family and what he wasn’t able to do in the past (although, he did admit that he initially thought bad of her lol there’s crazy rumors out there)

And don’t get me started with Naoya. Like, I just keep shooting myself in the foot with all the things I’m writing that at one point I’m just like hey, this is a Naoya x reader fic LMAO but it just makes the challenge more interesting 😈 I hope to be able to pull it off whatever I’m building up lol 😎 (in a way, this is my indulging way to see how a relationship with him would work realistically? According to me anyways)

I estimate 2-3 more chapters to tie all loose ends and have Naoya back into the story, and not to pat myself on the back, but I think you’ll enjoy it!

Thank you so much for continuously checking on my story, I always look forward to your comments each update, and your words always make my day. Thank you so much!!!! (also, keep those asks long, I don’t mind! Let all your thoughts flow 🥰❤)

I hope you have a wonderful week, take care dear 👾 anon and see you soon!!!

#ask series: first it hurts—#ask

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mrsbrookemunson · 2 years

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Christmas Time In New York Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

NO NWH SPOILERS (You’re Safe)

Song: “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” Any Version

Prompt: Fluff, yes, fluff is the prompt... You and Peter have been best friends for two years already (Since Freshman Year of college). There’s an obvious attraction between you guys, but Gwen’s death is holding Peter make from initiating anything. Will the spirit of Christmas pull him through and have him give into his feelings?

Genre: .... It’s FLUFF. Is that OKAY?!

Warnings: The big FlOOF, mentions of death (Gwen), interesting Peter thoughts, Y/N being a good friend, Peter in love. It’s... Cute. Now Read IT!

|Not Requested|

- Christmas Time In New York -

🎵Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas🎵

The song plays softly through the small radio Y/N had set up in her apartment. “How do you do this?!” Y/N shouts in agony.

Peter perks up hearing her frustration. “You use the icing,” he explains.

“I know that!” she scoffs. “How is yours so perfectly constructed?”

“How is yours not? I thought you were supposed to be the artist here,” he argues.

Y/N gasps, dramatically, “I am! But, I’m a decorator, not a constructor.”

“Sounds to me you’re just making excuses.” It was clear he was joking, anyone could see that from miles away.

“You take that back.” She begins to rise up from her seat. “You take that back, right now!” she orders, failing to hold back her laugh. “Or else…” She holds up the tube of icing.

“No–Y/N–you need that for your gingerbread house, don’t want to go wasting a perfectly good product, would you?” He also rises up from his chair, his arms spread out to keep a safe distance between him and her.

“This one’s on you Peter,” she accuses.

He didn’t allow his spidey senses to interfere with her sudden attack. In a blink of an eye he was on her full size bed–the only bed she could afford after the twin sized one she owned since the 4th grade–with her straddling his waist. “Now, you said I’m the artist here, what should I draw on you?” she asks more herself than Peter.

“Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

She smiles widely, leaning closer towards him with the icing. “How about a mustache–oh yeah! That’s sexy,” she jokes. “And some new eyebrows, though your eyebrows are already amazing.” She bites her lip in concentration. “OOO! And some freckles…” Her face scrunches up. “What else? Screw it! Let’s give you a full beard!” She continues to outline his face in the white frosting, creating a masterpiece with each new element. “Gorgeous…” She admires her work.

“How am I supposed to get this all off?” he asks, not serious.

“By wiping it off?” She raises an eyebrow, as if the answer was common sense.

“But, it’s such a waste!” he whines.

“What do you want me to say? That I’ll lick it all off for you? I don’t think that’s what you want Peter.” She gets up, going back to her house to pluck a gumdrop that was set to the side, popping it into her mouth. “These aren’t that bad you know?”

Peter hasn’t attempted to move. His sick mind didn’t hate the idea of her licking frosting off his face, but it would be better if—

“Hey Peter?” she calls out, pulling him back to reality. “Do you want any cocoa?”

He gives her a thumbs up. “Sounds delicious.”

“‘Kay.” She goes to the kitchen.

He continues to lay there, drained from the prior endeavors. “Could you make sure to put—”

“Extra chocolate in yours?” Y/N finishes, walking out with two mugs. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

She sets them down on the table. “Thanks.” He sits up, going back to his original spot at the dining table which only could fit two.

“You should probably wipe that off,” she advises, taking a sip.

“And you should probably wipe that off.” He points to her face.

“What?” she asks, innocently.

Her doe-eyes nearly caused Peter a heart attack. “The whipped cream it—” he cuts himself off, gesturing to his mouth in a way of description.

“Oh!” she laughs. “Right.”

Y/N couldn’t quite make it first, she would’ve used her sleeve, but she didn’t want to ruin the white sweater she currently was wearing. She guessed she was overthinking it for too long and with that Peter leaned over, and brushed his thumb above her top lip. “You know I have to say, you looked cute.”

“And I have to say that I can’t take you seriously, Santa.”

The nickname causes him to choke out a chuckle. “I helped you, so shouldn’t you be helping me with this? Not to mention it was your doing…” He taps his fingers on the wood waiting for a reaction.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Let’s go to my bathroom.”

Her bathroom… It was small, cramped, and looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in 10 years despite her intensely scrubbing away at everything when she first moved in. “This is cozy,” Peter comments.

“You can say that again,” Y/N mutters, wetting a washcloth.

Her wiping away at his face brought images of her helping him with his wounds after patrolling. He hadn’t found it in himself to tell her he was Spider-Man, despite knowing each other for over a year. Gwen’s death really took that ability to be vulnerable, and open up to people away from him. He couldn’t let himself have history repeat itself, not with you in the picture. “You’re staring,” she observes.

“What else am I supposed to look at?”

“There’s a difference between looking and staring, Parker,” she informs.

He didn’t know if that was a fact or just her opinion, either way he sort of agreed as he was indeed staring. “Is there?”

She runs the cloth under the lukewarm water again, as hot water seemed to never want to work in her complex. “Mhm.” She goes back to cleaning his face.

“How much did you put on me?”

“I’m almost done,” she responds, not directly answering the question. “Has anyone told you you have really nice skin?”

“What are you? A vampire?”

“Sounded more like a cannibal phra–that sounds weird…” She cringes at the thought.

“You do have those little fang teeth.”

Y/N groans. “Don’t remind me how awful my teeth are, man… I hate my smile,” she admits.

Peter frowns at her self-directed insult. “Your teeth aren’t that bad, and I think you have a—” he clears his throat, “—I think you have a beautiful smile.”

Her eyes lock with his, creating an invisible spark in between their connecting gaze. “That makes one of us,” she replies, but her faint smile was noticeably there as a resort from the compliment. She takes a step back, “I should be done.”

“All good?”

She nods, assuringly, as she does another brief analysis, “All good.”

He stands up from his seated position from the toilet he was previously on. “Our hot chocolate is probably cold.”

Y/N shrugs, “I have a microwave.”

And there they both were, standing by the microwave, arms crossed, and no words being spoken.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

They both go to grab the mugs, bumping into each other. “Sorry!” they exclaim sincerely at the same time.

“Sorry,” Y/N repeats more quietly. “I got them,” she announces. “Do you want to sit out there? I want you to open up the present I got you.”

“You got me something?” he asks, flattered.

“Of course I did Peter, you’re my best friend.”

You’re my best friend. Those four words flooded Peter’s mind to the point where he was drowning in them. “Glad we’re on the same page then.” He sends her a grin.

He leaves, Y/N following closely behind, sitting on the couch which–once again–only could fit two people. “Here you go.” She hands him the mug, setting hers down on the coffee table. “And I’ll go grab your gift.”

She runs off to her closet, rummaging through to find the wrapped object.

“Wow!” Peter’s eyes widened. “That’s an interesting wrap job.”

“I was rushed,” she informs. “I actually am a pretty good wrapper.”

“Ah, yes, like you’re a good gingerbread house builder?” He eyes her toppled over creation.

“Shut up,” she mutters sitting down next to him. “Here you go.”

Suddenly he’s hesitant. “It better not be too exp—”

“Open it!”

Obeying, he grabs it from her hands, his fingers brushing Y/N’s gently, like a caress. “I’m opening it now…” He undoes the wrapping, beaming when he sees what was inside. “You did not.”

“I did!” she confirms, proudly.

“I looked everywhere for this, online, in person, where did you find it?”

“That’s not even the best part.” He looks at her in alarm. “Turn to the third page.”

When he does so his heart beats faster than it already was. “You got his signature?!” He turns to her. “You didn’t kill someone for this, right?” His expression falters.

“No, dummy!” She leans over to playfully push him. “I just… you know… drove an hour away to the book release where it said he’ll be signing books, camped out in line for a while, and got it.”

Peter gapes at her, his pupils dilated, from the light or from the love he felt for her, the reason was unknown. “I-I can’t believe you did this.” His giddy maneuvers made butterflies flutter in Y/N’s stomach.

Seeing him so happy was all she could ask for this Christmas. She knew how hard Gwen’s death was on him, so to hear his laugh, and see his smile... “You’re all I want for Christmas,” she thinks out loud, under her breath fortunately.

“What?” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Y/N claps once. “I said, ‘that’s all I got you for Christmas’,” she recovers from her slip up. “Hope it was good enough.”

Still speechless he nods. “Better than good,” he stammers. “The best, the greatest. Thank you.” He sets the book down, carefully. “Thank you,” he says again, hugging her tightly to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything. I’ve just been so busy, and a lot has been on my mind and I—”

“Peter,” she cuts him out, physically pushing him away by the shoulders. “If you think I care if you didn’t get me something for Christmas, then you must not know me at all,” she pauses, “You could literally give me a single dumpling from that Chinese place we like and I would be thankful, because it would’ve been from you. Anything, and everything from you is special to me.”

“Don’t say things like that,” he begs.

“Why not?” Y/N grows worried. Did she say something wrong? Is she going too far? “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t ever be sorry, it’s me who’s sorry.” He takes a shaky breath. “It’s just–you have know idea how I truly feel about you.”

She gulps, “Then tell me.”

He shakes his head, teary eyed, “I can’t have someone I care about so deeply get hurt again, to leave me again, I–I can’t lose you too.”

Y/N cups the side of his face, moving to where she’s just a hairbreadth away from him. “You will never lose me,” she drags each word, to show him that she meant what she’s saying, as if it’s a promise. “No matter what, Peter, you will never lose me.”

“I wish I believed you.”

She licks her bottom lip, searching for what to say next. “It’s okay if you don’t,” she states. “You don’t need to believe me… I need you to trust me.”

That’s when it clicked for Peter. The missing piece to his unanswered question, the answer he’s been desperate for. On instinct he kisses Y/N’s cheek. “I have your present,” he blurts. “I trust you, Y/N, and I’m now going to prove that to you.”

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localcactushugger · 3 years

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Does anyone else ever get sad thinking about the abuse Hawks went through as a kid? Because I keep making myself sad thinking about it.

It's so many different kinds of fucked up that just mixed together and created one huge toxic environment.

#1) The physical abuse.

Right off the bat, Chapter 299 starts with Keigo getting hit by his father for leaving the house. It doesn't actually show Keigo being smacked, instead it shows a panel of their "home". (although it's extremely small and looks more like a broken down shack in a field to me)

But the sound of the "smak" is very much punctuated in the panel, followed by Keigo hunched over with marks on his face:

The marks on his face are prevalent. Even in the smaller panel, Keigo still has a very obvious bruise under his eye and above his eyebrow.

THEN he gets kicked in the side/stomped on for "turning his back" on his father?? (Aka doing nothing. Literally what did he do?? Wtf?):

He's getting smacked and kicked around, but instead of crying or getting upset he just endures. Which brings me to:

#2) The Emotional and verbal abuse. (Strap in cause there's a lot of it.)

Keigo apologizes after his father kicks him for no reason, then he curls up into a ball, clings to his Endeavor plushy, and listens as his own father rants about how much he wishes that Keigo was never born.

^^^^^^^ LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID ASSHOLE. HE'S LITERALLY CLINGING TO HIS PLUSHY FOR COMFORT!! WHY ISN'T ANYONE HUGGING HIM??? CAN I HUG HIM??

Keigo says that he knew his parents were broken, so he endured because he wanted to avoid their fate.

Basically: "I know my parents are broken, but need to endure because I don't want to become broken too."

That's a horrible mindset for a child to have?? He's basically saying that he just needs to take the abuse and hope that he doesn't break because of it?

And I don't know how he wouldn't break from it with the way his parents talk to him, and all the horrible things they say:

The constant screaming/yelling. Like Shit.

"Don't do a damn thing!" " Who did you sell me out too?? You can't fool me!!" "Don't leave this house!" "Don't you dare lie to me!!" "Don't go talking to anyone!!" "You thought you'd get away with it didn't you??"

"How many times have I told you not to turn your back on me??"

"If only that punk was never born I'd be free."

"Why were you even born?" "Why do you even have those wings?"

He's gotten it from both parents. And every time it happens he just hugs his plushy a little tighter.

#3) The neglect.

In pretty much all panels of Keigo's home theres Trash everywhere. If you go back and look at the house there isn't a single panel without some kind of trash in the frame. I see beer bottles, wine bottles, wooden planks, trash bags, newspapers, dirty rags, dirty laundry hanging from the wall & hangers, floor boards coming up, leaks from the top of the walls.

The "house" is barely holding together as it is. It looks like it's about to collapse, and the inside makes you think a tornado ran through it. Nobody is bothering to clean up the mess. In fact the only person who seems to be patching up the house is Keigo. This seems to be a routine for him since he can be seen picking up a wooden plank to fix the wall. Too bad his father kicked him before he could repair the hole 🙃.

Seriously does the "house" even have running water? The windows are broken the walls are made of tin roofing tiles. Does it even have heating or insulation? It's obviously not suitable for a child. I'd be afraid that the roof was gonna fall on me while I was sleeping.

I understand they can't buy a proper home. But it wouldn't be so bad if someone acutely bothered to clean the inside a bit. At least maintain the house so your kid doesn't step on a nail, or glass from a beer bottle. IF A CHILD CAN PATCH UP A WALL SO CAN YOU. WHY IS KEIGO DOING ALL THE WORK?

You people are gonna get rats and bugs. (If you dont have them invading your "house" already)

And that's only the house.

What about Keigo? He doesn't even have shoes. His shirt is torn at the seams. And his parents didn't even notice when he left? Keigo's dad yelled at him for leaving the house and going outside, but was anyone even watching him in the first place? How does your child leave the house and make it halfway to the city before you notice? This little bird looks like he weighs 5 pounds! He's gonna get kidnapped!!

His mom is obviously unstable and she stares at the wall all day. And his dad hates him for existing. So I guess no one was watching him?

His mom also doesn't really seem to care when Keigo gets yelled at, hit, and kicked either. She just kinda stares at the wall. Then when her and Keigo become homeless and start living in a train station she guilt trips him into stealing for her. Like Really??

HE GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT TOO! You sent your child out to steal for you and he literally got into a car accident. He managed to save everyone involved but still, are trying to get your son hit by a truck? This is why I have so many mixed feelings about Tomie.

#4) Being held hostage in his own home.

This one is self explanatory. Keigo got hit in the face just for going outside. He was held hostage in his home for so long that he didn't even know heroes existed. And this is a society where heroes are everywhere. I'm sure it was a lonely childhood, kinda hard to make childhood friends when you get beaten just for leaving the house.

#5) Whatever the fuck "rough training" was.

I know we haven't seen Keigos "rough" training yet. Horikoshi only went into a little bit of detail about it when he mentioned that the commission taught Hawks negotiation skills as a kid. And then theres that one image in the Season 4 outro where Keigo has a blindfold on as a child during training.

But I still would like to know more.

Why would you put a child through "rough" training, strip him of his name, and tell him it's all because he's gonna become a "special hero" right after you've pulled him out of an extremely abusive situation. Like, you aren't gonna wait a bit? Preferably until he's a teenager? Not gonna give him therapy or something?

Isn't pulling a child out of an abusive situation and putting them through "rough training" kinda like transfering them from one abusive household to another?

LET THE BOY REST! LET THE KID BE A KID. YOU ONLY HAVE ONE CHILDHOOD AND HE'S ALREADY MISSED OUT ON MOST OF HIS!!

The training can wait.

If you want help him and support his family, do it out of the kindness of your heart and not because you think he'd be a useful hero.

I honestly don't know how this "training" went for Keigo, but considering that he doesn't currently have the best relationship with the HPCS . . . Well I don't know. All I know is that he never really seems too happy around people from the commission. He doesn't seem to agree with any of their ideologies either.

Honestly I just want him to find peace!

Based on what we've seen so far, (*cough* especially from the Todoroki family *cough*) you really shouldn't be training a child to become a hero in the first place. The training can start as a teenager if someone chooses to train.

Look at the way you massacred my boy! Give the kid a break for fucks sake!!

And these are just the early years. Don't get me started on everything else ✋🙄

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 3 years

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Can you make one for young y/n running away with young dabi?

⚠️ MANGA SPOILERS: Dabi’s real name⚠️

Runaways

Dabi x reader

Note- this will be a little different from the regular story line. Dabi and reader are 18 and he only has a few scars located on his neck and wrapped around his wrist. Also for reference, Shoto is 10 (in the manga Dabi is 24 and Shoto 16. The 8 year gap is the same)

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You pack your bags, furious. Your family hated you. Your friends didn't notice when you weren't around, so why even try to stick around? You finish packing the last little bit of stuff that you need, ready to walk out. "Come on, Y/n. You know you don't have to go." Your sister stood at the door, trying to get you to change your mind.

Your sister Mia was the only one you cared about, the only one who seemed like she cared about you. She used to be the reason you stuck around, but you can't take it anymore. You had to go. "I'm sorry, Mia. I can't stay. I promise I'll tell you where I am as soon as possible, and I'll come to visit you." You say, finish and turn around, walking to the door.

Mia moves out of the way, letting you through. "I love you." You say, hugging her. "Love you too." She says, squeezing you. You pull away, giving her one last look before you turn and walk down the hall, walking to the front door, opening and closing it, leaving the house, and never turning back.

You walk in the dark, knowing where you're going. You see the street and see the house. You quietly sneak around the house to the window you know so well. You knock quietly but loud enough, waiting for the window to open like it always does. Right on cue, it opens, revealing your lovely boyfriend, Touya.

He smiles at you, helping you inside. You find your footing and stand up straight once you're fully inside. "Hey, babe." You say, kissing his cheek. "Hi." He says. "Thanks for letting me come. I'll only stay the night. I'll be gone tomorrow." You say as you set down your bag and sit on his bed. "You know you can stay here however long, right? My old man has all these extra rooms. He's so focused on golden boy Shoto, I'm sure I could find you a spot, and he won't notice." Touya says, flopping down on the bed. "If I don't find anywhere else, I just might take you up on that offer." You say, smiling and kissing him. "I gotta say, if you do, then that'll make this place a little more bearable for me." He smiles.

You lay down next to him, getting under the covers, ready to sleep. Touya gets under with you, laying on his side, stretching to turn the light off. A confused look goes across your face. "You ok?" You ask him. "Yeah, course. Why?" He asks. "Cause you never sleep with your shirt on, you said it was always annoying and-" You pause, your expression turning to a frown, and you turn the light back on. "What did he do?" You say sternly. "Nothing. Y/n, it's fine." He says, trying to assure you. "No. Let me see." You say, not backing down. He sighs in defeat, sitting up on the bed and lifting his shirt over his head.

When it's out of the way, it reveals a big blistering scar wrapping around his stomach and all the way around to his back, stopping right below his belly button and before it fully reaches his chest. "Oh my god, Touya." You say, scooting closer to get a better look. "I know. I know. It'll be ok. It's just going to end up like the other ones, no biggie." He says, trying to calm you down. "No, it is a biggie. You can't keep letting him do this to you. Doesn't it hurt?" You ask. He shakes his head no. "At first, yeah. I lost most of my nerve feelings a while ago. Looks bad, but I don't feel it anymore."

"Why did he do this to you? I thought he only cared about Shoto now?"

"He treats him just as bad as he did me. Shoto is refusing to use his left side. Endeavor's pissed about it. I couldn't just sit and watch him torture the poor kid. When I tried to stop him, he just got more mad. My usual training was more brutal, and this was the result. More training, more intense, more scars."

"Touya, this is ridiculous. He could end up going too far. He could kill you."

"I'll be fine. I can take it."

Touya pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead. You still don't want to let it go, but you know he's not going to change his mind. Touya pulls you down, keeping his arm wrapped around you. "I can put my shirt on if you want. I know it's probably gross." He says. You shrug, "However, you're comfortable. I don't mind." You smile at him. "I love you." He smiles. "I love you too." You say back.

In the morning, Touya leaves for early training. You stay in his room, staying hidden away. You had to find things to keep yourself busy. You went through, reading some of his manga and comic books. You had found a stash of old pics of him and his siblings when they were little. You smile, thinking about how adorable he was as a kid.

You hear the bedroom door open and turn around to find Touya, limping and mangled. From where you stand, you can already see new scars forming under his eyes. "What happened?" You say, getting up and running to him. "Rough day. I'm ok tho." He says, groaning as he sits on the bed. "No. It's not ok. Soon all you'll be is a walking scar." You say, inspecting his body and face. "New nickname name. You can call me bacon bits." He says, smiling trying to lighten the mood. "I think I like the nickname I came up with more." You say, grabbing bandages to try to wrap him up. "Ah yes. The great Hebrew name. What did it mean again? "Dearly Love?" He says sarcastically. "Yes. Dearly Loved. My Dearly Loved. My Dabi." You say, smiling and kissing him.

You kiss for a while before you sit back again, looking up at him. "Come with me." You say. "What?" He asks, confused. "I said, come with me. We can both leave. Start a new life. You won't have to worry about getting more scars. We could both be happy. Come with me. Please?" You give him a pleading look.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he hated living there. He hated getting the scars, only from using his quirk. He hated always getting yelled at by Endeavor cause he wasn't good enough. He hated how Endeavor treated his siblings. He hated it all. But he couldn't change it no matter how much he wanted to. Nothing he did would change what Endeavor did. He had to sit and watch. "Ok. Ok, yeah. Let's do it." He says.

In no time, he packed a bag and was ready to go. "You wanna say anything to your siblings before you go?" You ask. "Nah. They'll get over it. They'll have each other." He says, opening the window. "Ready?" He asks. You nod and walk to the window, climbing through and jumping down. Touya is right behind you, and you guys set off for whatever adventures lay ahead.

Part 2

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i wasn’t sure if anon wanted something like this or something more with about them on the run and what happens and stuff. If so ill happily do a part 2 featuring more of them together on the run

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razzle-berry · 3 years

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I have to get this off my chest cuz damn if no one wants to say it, I will! We all know how shitty Quirk society is when it comes to mutation quirks, being quirkless, subtle quirks, or quirks that are just perceived as evil. So I’d like to request hc’s of Shoji, Shinsou, Aizawa, and Fatgum with an s/o that hates people that judge quirks or try to let the bullshit slide.

For example, Shoji’s s/o dislikes Pony from Class 1-B for how she insulted Shoji’s appearance despite not knowing him at all, so she tends to keep a stone face or glare on anyone like that unless they apologize. Would deadass say “He’s not the monster here, you are.”

Shinsou’s s/o would openly call people cowards/idiots for antagonizing Shinsou’s quirk when it could be used for interrogating villains and subtletly get information from enemy sources, so she’s more than happy to defend him and others like him.

And Aizawa’s/Fatgum’s s/o just openly points out the bullshit ethics of the society for how no one should be discriminated or ranked for their quirk since they can’t help being born with whatever quirk they have and even calls out pro-hero’s that holds the whole “flashy quirk >” mindset *cough*Endeavor*cough* since it could demotivate and make others insecure about being a hero or even using their quirks at all.

This was long but quirk discrimination got me heated and I rarely see anyone talk about it or do hc’s about it.

I feel you. I hate this so much too especially because so many people have or may have suffered in the show because of this! I was actually just talking about this with one of my friends earlier lol.

There's going to be a bit if a stylistic change with this hc so bear with me please.

Warnings: Discrimination, swearing, Y/N is about to go off on someone, slight angst ig

Character(s): Shoji, Shinso, Aizawa, Fatgum

Mezo Shoji

Let’s just start off by saying that anybody who has the audacity to call Shoji a monster can catch not just his your, but my hands as well. This man is so strong, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well to not let the blatant discrimination turn him away from wanting to be a hero. (Absolutely no hate to those who did go down that path because of it though, they still valid)

Shoji can, for the most part, handle himself in these situations. While they hurt, he grew up having to deal with it and is sadly used to it

But the first time you went off on someone for judging him, it made him fall deeper in love

“How dare you!” The cafeteria chatter and traffic in the mall seemed to freeze in time as your voice carried out. In front of you was a rather tall man who could have been considered attractive if not for his ugly words. Mezo stood behind you, looking at you in shock at how angry you had become.

“Mezo is an amazing hero, and even better person, and you have the absolute nerve to insult him because of how he looks?”

The man started to sweat underneath your heavy gaze, as well as the whispers that started to grow around you two. Mezo decided to step in and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Darling, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” You sent him a brief smile before turning you glare onto the stranger. “You’re not the monster here, he is.”

Hitoshi Shinso

He’s used to people referring to him as a villain the second they know what his quirk is and by the time we the audience meet him, he’s accepted it

He’s fallen into such a deep pit of insecurity, it’s a wonder he even managed to accept that you weren’t afraid of him, let alone have romantic interest him

The first time he saw you jump to his, or any other person that's like him, defense he was in shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Hitoshi stopped and stared at you in shock.

A small villain had tried to keep the restaurant hostage for some reason or another and had a woman at gun point as he talked to the police outside. While currently not on duty, Hitoshi still had his licence and controlled the villain to safely return the woman to her family and turn himself in. He tried to go comfort the woman and see if he needed anything, only for her to scream at him for having such a villainous quirk. Naturally, he was upset but he was willing and ready to move on from the unfortunately common situation and just go back to his lunch date with you. Seemed like you had other plans.

"This man just saved you, and you want to call him a villain? How much of a child do you have to be to think that someone's quirk determines what they become. Hitoshi is a wonderful hero, and his so called 'villainous' quirk has helped save hundreds of people!"

Hitoshi took your hand and started pulling you away from the woman, as you were getting closer.

"Calm down, it's fine. I'm used to it."

"Well you shouldn't be! It's people like this that create the villains in this society. Not everyone is as stubborn as you, hearing that you're going to be a villain based on nothing but something you can't control would break someone enough and have then actually turn into a villain!"

You looked at the woman in absolute rage and disgust.

"I hope you're proud of yourself."

Shota Aizawa

He someone who not only grew up with a non flashy quirk, but also is a hero without a flashy quirk. Barely anyone knows who he is because of that, as well as his underground career. While that's a good thing, all things considered, he was and is still a victim of hero society's discrimination

Shota doesn't like UA's entrance exam because it's impractical, and we know he knows that the bias allows for talented potential heroes to slip through because they're not flashy or physically strong. He would have first hand knowledge of this since it almost happened to him.

You, on the other hand, weren't a hero. At least not one like him. You helped people like him know that they're still able to become heroes, no matter what other may say about their quirks and he loved you for it.

"He might not have a strong physical quirk that allows for flashy moves to appeal to an audience, but that doesn't mean he isn't useful, or powerful."

You two were on a date when a fan, if you could even call him that, had walked up to Shota and started asking questions. All was okay until he asked if he ever felt bad for not being as powerful or useful as someone like All Might or Endeavor.

"Yeah, but he's-"

"His own person with his own accomplishments that you probably never even heard about because the media didn't care enough. He's worth so much more than a fancy quirk and a camera ready smile. Now, go back to whatever you were doing, we are busy."

Shota chuckled and allowed you to pull him along.

"You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Doesn't matter, you are an amazing hero and I don't appreciate anyone saying otherwise because of something so stupid as a flashy quirk. Especially when they compare you to fucking Endeavor of all people!"

Fatgum/Toyomitsu Taishiro

Toyomitsu has a quirk that, on the surface, doesn’t seem very useful for hero work. I imagine that he was made very aware of that growing up, and even as he debuted as a hero.

Not to mention that his quirk, when activated, makes body shape turn into an almost oval, vague snowman shape so that might have set some people off. For such a friendly guy, that would have been a cause for insecurity at one point seeing as he genuinely wants people to be happy.

You were someone who never saw him like that and held him through tougher nights when the media got too harsh on him. You were even someone not afraid to get in front of a reporter’s camera and tear them a new one.

“What kind of a ridiculous question is that?”

It was a few weeks after his debut and some people were still mocking him for his quirk. On the surface, fat absorption didn’t seem like much and for someone who doesn’t know Toyo- excuse me- Fatgum (he’s a hero now, you thought proudly), it might even seem useless. But you knew better, and you thought that it was about time others did too.

“Just because Fatgum’s quirk isn’t flashy and destructive, it doesn’t mean he should feel inadequate next to someone who does have one like that, and I don’t appreciate you insinuating that he should.”

The reporter recoiled slightly, and tried to stutter out a response.

“I'm- I'm not-!"

"Fatgum is already an amazing hero, and he's only going to get better. So you can take your prejudice and find a new job because clearly being a reporter is not a good field for you!"

"Sugar, it's okay!" Fatgum placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled. "I'm just going to have to prove them wrong!"

His cheery demeanor was enough to calm you down a bit, but still you couldn't resist shooting the chastised reporter a sharp glare, causing them to shrink back. You smirked at the sight.

"You already have."

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radiantroope · 4 years

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Do You Trust Me? || JJ Maybank

pairing: jj x reader

mentions: john b, kiara, pope

requested: yes, i don’t have the exact request because it’s over on @maybanksbitch

summary: jj finds out you’ve never had sex. being the loving best friend that he is, he offers to show you what you’ve been missing.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of peer pressure, fluff, protected sex (no glove, no love), very detailed and graphic fluffy smut

wc: idfk but it’s LONG

a/n: well, here it is! the end’s kinda shitty but honestly, i needed to finish this instead of going back to it on and off for a week. this is unedited because it’s long as hell and i’m lazy.

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It was a lazy day at the Chateau for you and the Pogues. Everyone was debating on what to do for the day. John B suggesting surfing, Pope suggested fishing, Kiara desperately wanted to go swimming since it was blistering hot out. You and JJ were the only two who seemed keen on staying in. You’d rather sit around drinking and playing dumb games.

You sat with Kiara and John B in a half circle of old, stained lawn chairs. Pope and JJ were playing their favorite game that you called ‘Balance’. The one where you try and knock the other person off balance by pushing their shoulder. They were both holding strong, neither one leaning too far with each push.

Somehow you’d all gotten on the topic of hookups. JJ glanced your way and caught your eye for half a second. He’d been your best friend since you were in diapers, of course he knew you didn’t hookup with, well, anyone. The other Pogues didn’t know that though.

“Remember Fallon?” John B asked the group, sending JJ a sinister smile.

“Oh my God, she was obsessed with JJ!” Kiara shrieked through laughs.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, earning a glare from the blonde headed boy. Everyone remembered the crazy redhead who spent everyday at the Chateau looking for JJ.

“That was the first and only time we’ve ever had to lock the doors,” Pope recalled the memory, laughing when JJ shoved his shoulder harder.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t remember Crystal,” JJ teased, pointing a John B. “Or Brad,” he added and turned to Kiara with a raised eyebrow.

“God he still texts me,” Kiara muttered, shuddering at the memory of the Touron who practically fell in love with her last Summer.

“What about you, Y/N? We see the guys all over you at the parties. One ever stick?” Pope asked.

JJ’s jaw clenched at his question. He caught your eye yet again and almost fell over when Pope gave him a good push. You knew the blonde hated how guys treated you at parties. He was always there to get you out of those uncomfortable situations.

“Andrew,” you responded, feeling your chest tighten.

Your exboyfriend was a touchy subject. He dumped you after a year together when you still didn’t want to sleep with him. It never felt like the right time and at first he was okay with it, until he wasn’t. He tried to demand you sleep with him because that’s what couples do.

“He was your boyfriend, he doesn’t count,” John B said.

“I met him at a party though.”

“But he wasn’t just some hookup that became obsessed,” Kiara added.

“He was an asshole and friends with Rafe. Let’s leave it at that,” JJ intervened and gave up on the game with Pope.

The blonde walked over to you and instead of taking the empty chair between yourself and John B, he plopped himself right on your lap. You huffed and wrapped your arm around his middle when he leant back against you. You brought your bottle of Budweiser up your lips, giggling as some of the cold condensation dripped on JJ’s bare shoulder and he shivered.

The conversation changed quickly after that. JJ was protective of you and they all knew if they continued, they’d never hear the end of it. No one wanted to be on that end of JJ’s anger.

Eventually, it was decided that John B, Pope and Kiara would take the HMS Pogue our for a ride. Where they ended up was unknown, but they needed to get out of the house.

“Y’all coming?” John B asked as he stood up and stretched.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna hang back,” JJ answered for the both of you, though you weren’t complaining. You missed the days where it was just you and him. It would be nice to spend some quality alone time with your best friend for the first time in forever.

“Suit yourselves, you two have fun,” the brunette shrugged and went to follow your other two friends down the dock.

“But not too much fun!” Pope quickly called, pointing two fingers at his eyes then back at you.

JJ rolled his eyes and sent Pope his middle finger while you laughed. They all teased you two for being so close. They insisted that you were soulmates and just blind to it. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel some type of way towards the blonde, but you always pushed those feelings away. Soulmates could be best friends, right? They didn’t always have to be lovers.

“Okay, my legs are numb. Please get up,” you patted JJ’s stomach and let out a grunt as he stood.

JJ grabbed the chair John B had been sitting in and pulled it over so he could sit in front of you. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees, hands reaching out and grabbing your free one. He toyed with the bracelets on your wrist and tightened the ones that were coming loose.

You could tell his brain was at work with the way his crystal blue eyes glazed over. He wasn’t really even paying attention to what he was doing. You wanted to ask him what he was thinking about but also didn’t want to ruin the comforting moment. The rough pads of his thumbs started massaging gently into the top of your hand as his eyes flickered up to your face.

“I have a question. You don’t have to answer, obviously, but I’d like to know,” the blonde broke the silence with his soft voice.

You raised an eyebrow in response, giving him the indication to continue.

“I know you don’t hookup with people at parties, but I’ve also never heard you talk about Andrew in that way,” JJ started, causing your heart rate to increase. You knew where he was going with this. “Are you...have you-have you ever had sex?”

You mouth went dry at the blonde’s question. He may have been your best friend, but that wasn’t something you disclosed with him. Your friends may have been comfortable with expressing their sexual endeavors but not you. You let people think what they wanted and didn’t really care if it was true.

Your lack of response made JJ nervous. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about something you didn’t want to. He couldn’t care less wether you had sex or not, he was just curious. “You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know I won’t judge you,” he added.

“I know, I know,” you told him, twisting your hand to hold the blonde’s. The tiniest smiled curled at the corner of his lips.

“I, um, yeah, no,” you stumbled over your words, cheeks heating up under JJ’s intense stare. “I’ve never had sex.”

“Not even with Andrew?”

You shook your head and let out a small laugh, avoiding his gaze and staring out at the water. “It never felt right with him. He dumped me because I wouldn’t,” you explained, feeling his grip tighten on your hand. “And I hate the idea of drunk, meaningless hookups too. It’s not like I don’t want to have sex, of course I do, just not like that.”

JJ’s bright eyes watched the way your index finger tapped against the neck of your beer bottle. His gaze trailed up your arm and stopped on your lips. He could see that you were chewing on the inside of your bottom lip. He watched your eyes flicker across the horizon, sparkling with the sun’s reflection. Your hair blew over your shoulder in the warm breeze.

“Do you trust me?” your blonde best friend caught your attention with his question.

You turned and met his stare, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You answered, “Of course I do. More than anyone in the world.”

“Would you let me make you feel good? Show you what you’ve been missing?” JJ was calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside his heart was hammering against his chest.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. JJ was hands down, the most attractive guy on the island, in your opinion. And you knew him in a way other people didn’t. You didn’t know how you hadn’t already taken the dive and fallen in love with him sooner. With the way he was looking at you right now, it started to seem like a possibility.

The pads of JJ’s fingers started to ghost up and down your arm slowly, causing a shiver to run through you. He tilted his head and questioned you, “Y/N?”

You took a gulp of your beer to ease your nerves and set it in the cup holder of the chair. Breathing in deeply through your nose, your e/c eyes fell on his sapphire ones yet again. You head bobbed as you nodded and small smile spread across your lips, saying, “Yeah.. yeah, okay.”

JJ stood up and pulled you up as well with the hands holding yours. He interlocked you’re fingers and led you the short distance up to the Chateau. With each step your heart started to beat faster. You grasped the blonde’s hand tighter to try and keep yourself from shaking. He smiled over his shoulder at you as you crossed the threshold into the house.

The blonde’s hand left yours once you’d entered the spare bedroom. You turned and shut the door, flipping the lock into place just in case the Pogues came back during your escapades. You turned around and tried not to ogle at JJ who had shed his shirt in the few seconds you’d had your back to him.

A smirk curled on his lips as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You’d seen him shirtless thousands of times, but this was different. His eyes were a darker shade as he stared you down. A heat spread through your body as JJ used one finger to beckon you to him, a soft “C’mere” leaving his lips.

You took the few steps to the bed and stopped in front of him. His hands reached out and landed on your waist, pulling you in between his legs. He guided you down into his lap until you were straddling him. Your soft breaths mingled with his from the close proximity. Your hands found place on the warm skin of his bare shoulders.

“If it starts to be too much for you, just tell me to stop,” JJ’s voice was soft as he reached up and tucked your hair behind your right ear, “Okay?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile, whispering, “Okay.”

JJ’s pointer finger hooked under your chin and pulled your lips to his. He tasted like beer with a hint of mint and his lips were a bit chapped. He could taste your cherry chapstick and a soft hum left him. Your fingers slid their way around his neck and into the soft waves on the back of his head.

The blonde’s hands found your waist again as he pulled you closer. Your head tilted, deepening the kiss as you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You obliged and allowed your lips to part, tongues dancing together. Your head was spinning. Never did you think you’d be kissing your best friend of sixteen years, nor that it would feel so good; so natural.

JJ’s fingers slipped under the material of your shirt, dancing against the soft skin of your hips. You pulled away from his lips, breathless. His eyes were soft as he gazed up at you and pushed his hands higher, your shirt moving with them. His hands sat on your ribs, thumbs stroking your skin.

“Can I take this off?” he whispered, eyes darting between both of yours, reading your expression to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

You bit down on your swollen bottom lip and nodded, holding your arms up as JJ removed the clothing. Your arms came back down, hands resting against his defined pecks as he took in your naked chest. It wasn’t unusual for you to not wear a bra. They were uncomfortable and itchy so you hardly ever wore one unless completely necessary.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” JJ breathed as his hands came up and cupped the mounds of flesh.

Your heart fluttered at the compliment, cheeks flushing and a smile spreading across your lips. JJ’s head dropped, nose nudging your jaw as you turned your head to the side. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, sharp teeth gently nipping in certain spots. Your eyes slipped closed, breath hitching as he found your sweet spot and focused his mouth there.

His hands stayed on your chest, squeezing your breasts softly. He pinched one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. On the other side his thumb brushed over the peaked nub with the lightest touch. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensations he was bringing you. Your body was getting hotter, a tingling feeling intensifying between your legs.

JJ lifted his head when he was satisfied with the marks littering your skin. He brought his lips back to yours in a hard kiss, tongue immediately pressing it’s way into your mouth. His hands gripped your thighs as he turned the two of you abruptly.

Your back met the mattress and your lips seperated. He was settled between your legs, hands on both sides of your head. He took in the way your pupils were blown, parted lips puffy from the pressure of his own. Your hair was sprawled around you as short pants left your body. A smile tugged at his lips as he leant down to kiss you again. JJ was starting to think he didn’t care if you were the only girl underneath him for the rest of time.

His lips didn’t stay on your for long, wet kisses being pressed down your neck and chest. You watched him kiss his way down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. His eyes flickered up to yours in question as his fingers lingered around the button.

Your head moved in a single nod and that’s all it took for the boy to undo your shorts and pull them off, your underwear going with them. You felt shy under JJ’s hungry gaze as he dropped your clothing onto the floor. Your thighs went to clamp shut but he put his hands on your knees to stop you.

“Is it too much?” the blonde asked, staring up at you.

“No, no,” you responded quickly and smiled softly, putting a hand over the side of your burning face. “S’just no one’s ever seen me like this before.”

JJ smiled at you and glided his hands up your thighs, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee. He started to trail his lips up the inside of your thigh slowly, eyes still locked on yours. “You’re beautiful,” he told you again against your skin.

You bit your lip to hide your grin and shifted as he pushed your legs open wider. JJ laid down flat on his stomach in between your legs, nearly moaning as his painfully hard cock brushed against the mattress through his board shorts. His eyes flickered up to your face and remained there as he leaned forward and tested the waters, tongue dragging through your folds slowly.

A soft gasp left your lips at the foreign feeling. The bottoms of your feet pressed further into mattress. JJ repeated the action a few more times, the drag of the velvety muscle against your clit sent jolts of electricty through your body. His middle finger came proding at your entrance, slipping in with ease.

He pumped the single digit and slid his ring finger in beside it after a minute. A soft noise of discomfort left your parted lips. JJ wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked softly to distract from the feeling. There was no stopping the smirk on his lips when a sharp moan left you as he curled his fingers. His tongue flicked at your sensitive bundle nerves and your fingers grasped onto the sheets tighter, another moan leaving your mouth.

“Ah, shit,” you hissed, face scrunching in discomfort as he added a third finger.

JJ looked up at you and then focused his mouth on your quivering inner thighs, trying to ease the pain. “I know, I know. But I’ve gotta make sure you’re good ‘n stretched so it’ll hurt less,” he cooed.

You nodded twice and breathed slowly as you willed your body to relax. JJ’s mouth came down and found your clit again. He swirled his tongue as he began pumping his fingers again. He was pleased to hear your whimpers turn back into moans.

The blonde pulled away when he figured you were stretched enough. He wanted nothing more than to have you cum around his fingers, then his cock, but he thought it might be too much for you. A soft whine came from the back of your throat when his fingers left you and he chuckled.

JJ came to a standing position beside the bed and undid the strings on his shorts. He pushed them down and kicked them off, dick standing hard and proud once it was free. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened and you nervously swallowed as you eyed him.

“I know it looks intimidating,” JJ started, feeling proud that you were impressed. “But you’ll be okay.”

“JJ, you’re gonna rip me in half with that,” you stated, completely serious.

A loud laugh came from the blonde as he bent down and grabbed a condom from the box stored under the bed. He stood back up and crawled onto the bed, silver foil packet clutched between his fingers.

“That’s not gonna happen, baby, promise,” the nickname directed at you rolled off his tongue and your stomach flipped. You’d always teased each other with names like that but it was different in this sense.

You watched silently as JJ ripped open the condom package. His hands shook the slightest bit as he rolled it on and let out a puff of air from the little contact his erection received. He shuffled closer to you on his knees and hooked his hands under the backs of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt the head of his cock brush your entrance.

“Ready?” the blonde asked, bright eyes meeting yours. His thumb rubbed gently on the back of your thigh as if to tell you it’s okay to back out now.

You nodded in response and let out a deep breath through your nose. Your hand reached down and gripped onto JJ’s wrist that had your leg held back. He gave you a small smile then looked down between your bodies, free hand helping guide his length into your entrance.

Your mouth fell open, hand squeezing onto his wrist tighter as he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch. JJ’s jaw clenched as your pussy gripped him like a vice. He put the hand that was free on your hip and paused.

“Relax, Y/N, you gotta relax,” he groaned out, resisting the urge to plunge into you like he was used to.

“I’m trying,” you whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Breathe,” JJ told you, “Breathe through it, baby.”

You sucked in a shaky breath through your nose and let it out your mouth, repeating the action until your muscles started unwinding. The muscular boy above you huffed when he felt you unclench around him. He pressed forward again until his thighs were pressed against the back of your own.

He stayed like that, letting you adjust, drawing soothing circles against your skin as he waited. He looked up to your face and saw you had your eyes clenched shut. His hand came up and caressed the side of your face, thumb brushing underneath your eye.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You swallowed thickly and opened your eyes to look up at him. He was staring down at you in worry but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration. The whole scenario was making your head spin.

You were laying there, stuffed full for the first time with your best friend’s cock. What?

“Y-Yeah,” you managed to respond, feeling breathless under his stare. “You can move.”

JJ put the hand that was on your face beside your head, leaning his weight on it as he hovered over you. He pulled out slowly then pressed back in. He pushed your leg back farther with the other hand and thrust his hips again.

It was an agonizingly slow pace, you knew that much, but he was taking his time with you and you’d never been so grateful. Anyone else probably wouldn’t have taken care of you the way JJ was. You couldn’t picture losing it to anyone else in that moment. He was the closest friend you had. He was your person.

JJ’s eyes moved between your face and down to where your bodies met repeatedly. He was entranced by seeing your tight walls grip him so deliciously, but also needed to make sure you were okay. He smirked slightly when he saw the crease inbetween your eyebrows disappear with each thrust and soft, pleasured noises started to leave your lips.

The blonde boy began thrusting faster, unable to contain the low groan that bubbled in his throat. Your hands moved up onto the back of his neck and wrapped around his bicep. Your blunt nails dug into his skin as you moaned louder, head tilting back and pressing into the mattress.

JJ readjusted his position, dropping to his elbows on both sides of you. You hiked your legs up on his hips, breath catching in your throat at the new angle. His cock made you feel so full, brushing against your g-spot with each stroke.

“Fuck, J,” you moaned out, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of his head.

The feeling JJ got when looked at you underneath him and you moaned for him was indescribable. A heat flooded his whole body. He wanted to be the one who made you feel good; the only one. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this infuriated him, but the feeling of your hand tugging on his hair brought him out of the trance.

“You’re doing so good,” he muttered, bending his head down to press kisses to your neck, “so good.”

JJ’s thrusts got harder, the head of his cock pressing up against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. You cried you, gripping onto him as he kept the pace, his mouth working more marks into your skin.

He didn’t think he could last much longer, not with how tight your pussy clenched around him every time he hit your spot, moaning his name in ear. He pushed his weight onto one arm and slid the other down between the two of you. He lifted his head and watched as your mouth fell open as soon as his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed in quick figure eights, working you up to your high.

“O-Oh shit,” you cursed, nails scratching against JJ’s shoulders as your back arched off the bed.

Your whole body was tingling, a tightening feeling coiling in the pit of your stomach. The rhythm of JJ’s thrusts never faltered. The sinful moan that tore through your throat as you came was music to the blonde’s ears.

“Fuck,” JJ gasped as you clenched around him, following you into euphoria with a moan of his own.

Your thighs shook, still hooked around his waist as you came down from your high. Your arms were still wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The two of stayed like that for a few minutes, letting your heavy breaths return back to normal.

Eventually, JJ pulled out of you slowly, causing a small hiss to leave your lips. He climbed off the bed and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash quickly. When he entered the room again, you were climbing under the covers, wrapping yourself in the blankets. You had a hazy look in your eyes and a dopey smile on your face.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” JJ asked as he climbed under the covers beside you.

The two of you faced each other on the bed, heads nuzzled against the pillows. You hummed softly, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over you.

“Better,” you muttered in response, cracking your eyes open to peak at your best friend once again.

He was staring at you, soft smile adorning his lips as his eyes trailed over your face. He scooted closer to you and wound an arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. His fingers trailed lazy patterns up and down your spine, lulling you into the best sleep you’d ever have.

“I love you,” JJ whispered, knowing you were deep in dreamland by now.

The blonde didn’t sleep, he just laid there and held you, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He saw you in a different light; a light that he never wanted to burn out. Laying there holding you, butterflies fluttering happily in his stomach, all he could do was smile.

The two of you were definitely going to be having a long conversation on how to move forward when you woke up.

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saiki-k-innie · 3 years

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MAEMAE!

An AU where Todoroki gets hit with a quirk which divides him into two people. The red hair Shoto is the flirty sassy half and the white one is the cold (ukwim) Todoroki (see what I did there? 'Shoto' and 'Todoroki',,,,,,,sorry). You don't know how it happened; you were literally besides him when it happened but ???

So now you gotta deal with it and watch out for the Todoroki's so Endeavor doesn't notice and skins everyone alive.

Ruth ur gonna kill me- IN A GOOD WAY i've just never written Todoroki before and this is going to be a challenge. I'm eager to do it though, I have seen so much fanart where Todoroki has been split into two people--- [also yes i see what you did there-- very clever ;) ] anyway, lets see how this goes!

I’m going to do a full on fic without headcanons because that feels more natural for this request.

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Anime: My Hero Academia Character(s): Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, and Katsuki Bakugou Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned, Pro Hero AU Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: none, slight cursing, flirty Todoroki Notes: OUT OF CHARACTER TODOROKI!!! Yeah i’ve never written him before and now writing him split in half? DAMN ITS HARD! I’m wracking my brain trying to remember his mannerisms and behavior, then polarize it.

I will also maybe redo Todoroki’s banner because OH MY GOD i hate it so much and its off center im going to cry but i don’t have time to fix it rn

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Endeavor is going to kill me.

You stand speechless. The battle was continuing around you, but it fell on deaf ears. Mouth hanging slightly open, you look at Todoroki. Well, Todorokis now. You blink. Nope, still two of them.

Fuck.

Todoroki had split in two. One sported a full head of fiery red hair and looked like he was ready to take on the world. The other had beautiful white locks hiding downcast eyes. Your gaze lingered on the second Todoroki. He slowly raised his snowy head and his soft grey eyes pierced your skull. The amount of hatred that came from his eyes- you knew it wasn’t because of you, but it was enough to snap you out of your daze.

You whip your head around and check the surroundings. Nobody had noticed, but you couldn’t spot what had caused the split. Your partners look like they have the situation handled relatively well. They rounded up the villains, but of the ones that were caught, you didn’t think any of them did it.

"OI, RED RIOT” you call out to your former classmate, now pro hero. When you have his attention, you continue; “SHOTO AND I NEED TO GO, LIKE RIGHT NOW. I WILL EXPLAIN LATER, CAN YOU HANDLE THIS?”

He smiles and hits his fists together, “Of course, y/n!!!! You did great, go do what you need to do!”

“Don’t think that you will get out of paperwork you extra!!!!!” you hear Dynamight yell over to you.

Shoving the ‘rokis out of sight, you laugh and assure Bakugou that you will be doing your fair share. You take off the top layer of your costume and use it to cover the firey Todoroki’s hair and shoulders.

“We need to get out of here,” you tell the twins quickly, but they were still getting a grip on their new forms.

“Oh, y/n~~ so eager to leave the fight? That’s not very heroic... </3″ the redhead teases while you fix the cloak around his head. He leans closer to you, just centimeters away from your face. “So desperate to be alone with me... I guess I can make an exception...”

You do a double-take. What. The. Hell. Was Todoroki... flirting with you??? You give the garment a rough tug to make sure it was secure and push him away. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s go.” You look past the now-pouting Todoroki over to the silver one. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Brushing off his coldness, you start walking into a nearby alleyway. They both follow you, but the ice king keeps his distance. The other, you couldn’t shake if you tried. Lucky you.

“Y/n~~” the redhead savored your name like honey right off the comb. “You have such a beautiful name, I could get used to saying it more often ;)”

You hear a scoff from behind you. Biting back laughter, you navigate the alleyways and side streets, heading for your nearby apartment. As you walk, you adjust your hero costume and tend to your wounds. The twins were miraculously unscathed.

You feel a pair of silver eyes on you as you struggle to dress your injuries. Without a word, you feel his cold hands on you and you stop in your tracks. He doesn’t look at you once while he’s helping you with the medical supplies he carries in his hero costume. As soon as he’s finished, he started walking away. It reminded you of how he was when you first met him. Smiling, you continued on.

What could have caused this? you think to yourself. You retrace the events of the battle in your head. There were five villains, all very powerful. Kirishima and you were dealing with two of them, but trying to keep the civilians safe at the same time. Todoroki and Bakugou had taken three of them head-on. It was so hectic, that you just had to trust your teammates that they would be okay, you had so much to do. It was when Todoroki had been split from the group that it happened.

“It was a mistake to try to take down the top heroes,” you chided the villain you had subdued. “What a shame, what a shame...” When you had finished tying the villain up, you signaled Red Riot that you had finished up. You were running to help the others since you had taken your opponent down relatively easily when a flash of light caught your eye. You switched directions, remembering that Todoroki was fighting in that area last you checked.

Avoiding the debris that was falling around you thanks to Dynamight, you quickly found the source of the light. There, behind an overturned bus shelter, were the Todorokis. They both looked dazed but were slowly regaining consciousness. You were so taken by the situation that you forgot that you were fighting villains. Your objective immediately turned to helping them instead of the fight around you. All you could think about is what will happen to you if Endeavor finds out.

Looking back, you should have assessed the situation quicker and identified the quirk user before tending to the twins. Todoroki is tough. It will take more than a strange quirk to really hurt him, but you had always been protective of him. Something in the way his eyes gleamed when he used his fire and the tone he would talk in when he was serious. Well, more serious than he was normally. He had always been there for you and you were there for him, whether he wanted you or not.

You deduced that this was the effect of a quirk, and it should wear off soon. You estimated that the longest it could stay like this was a week. It would probably wear off in his sleep, but you were curious to see what it looked like wearing off.

Looking back at the twins, who were now chatting with each other. Well, it was more like the redhead was doing all the talking. He had draped himself over the silver-eyed boy and was talking about a new topic every sentence. The icy boy felt your gaze on him and looked up at you. His expression may have seemed indifferent to anyone looking, but you could read his body language like a book. He was practically screaming at you to get the other off of him. You smile and laugh at the situation. He rolls his eyes and slides his foot forward and sends ice in your direction. You jump out of the way and stick out your tongue playfully. If it wasn’t for your training with him, you would have gotten hit. It was just like old times. That sure was Todoroki, albeit a lot more guarded. and, well, cold.

The other noticed your interaction and perked up. “Hey, y/n, me and myself were talking” he nudges the other, hoping he would recognize his joke, but the pale boy just kept walking. Rolling his teal eyes, he continued, “You can call me Shoto like you usually do when we are alone, but call him Todoroki so you can address us specifically!!!” He runs up to you and gets uncomfortably close and whispers “~~ I’ve always liked how my name sounds coming out of your pretty little mouth.”

You swing your fist at him but he catches your wrist and uses your momentum to pull you closer into a hug. He lifts your chin up and says in a sultry voice, “we can’t have that, can we darling?” he tuts and was about to say something else when Todoroki separated you two and flipped his other self onto the concrete. Shoto surprisingly didn’t fight back but just hopped up onto his feet and continued talking to his twin like nothing happened.

Eventually, you find the back entrance to your apartment building. You remove the firey boy from your arm, blocking out all of his advances as you get closer to the door. He huffs as you punch in the passcode to the door. Todoroki had been over to your apartment a million times, you paired up pretty frequently, not to mention you two were really close. You had been since high school.

You hold the door open for the silvery twin, and as he walks past you could feel the temperature go down, but not from his quirk. This was going to be fun.

And by fun, you meant torturous.

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