Clingy

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 3

You don't get to pick your family

Shouto and Katsuki sit on the couch in the living room, quietly gaping at their surroundings. They politely sip the tea Toshinori made, seemingly acting overly cautious of everything. It’s as if they were to breathe wrong, one of the All Might photo frames on the wall would crack.

“I know it’s kind of uncomfortable since the war, but you don’t have to be this weird,” you tell them.

“I can’t believe I’m in All Might’s house,” Katsuki says.

“I never would’ve taken him for such a fanboy,” you whisper to Toshinori in English. You turn to Shouto and ask him in Japanese, “Did you visit Touya again this morning?”

He nods softly. “He’s doing a bit better. I told him what you said to me, and how it gave me strength to save him.”

“Oh?” you reply. What did I even say to him? “And what did he say?”

“He said you’re too nice and he should’ve bullied you more.”

Hearing this makes you laugh as you imagine him actually saying it. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Did you talk about anything else?”

“I didn’t get to talk to him much. Dad talked to him mostly.”

“How’s his condition?”

“He’s still the same, but he’s still living,” Shouto says.

“I told you he’s too stubborn to die.” You smile thinking about him.

“You must miss him a lot.”

You hum in thought. You miss everyone if you’re being honest. Even seeing just Dabi—even in the state he’s in—would be better than nothing.

There’s so much I need to tell him. Oh God, what’s he gonna say when I tell him I’m pregnant? He’ll probably call me a dumbass…

“Izuku still wants to talk to you,” Katsuki says. “I think he was jealous he wasn’t invited to come.”

“I’m still not ready,” you tell him.

“You can’t avoid him forever.”

“I know I just…” I can’t deal with his guilt for not saving Tomura when I also want to blame him for his death. “My feelings are difficult.”

Toshinori places his hand on your knee, giving it a soft squeeze. “I know there’s not much I can say to make it better, but at least Tenko’s soul was saved from All For One.”

You ask in English, “Who’s Tenko? Who cares about his soul, Tomura was literally killed.”

Toshinori responds in Japanese, “Tenko was Shigaraki’s real name. The name ‘Shigaraki Tomura’ was given to him by All For One. His soul was trapped when All For One took over his body. Midoriya, at the very least, managed to free Tenko’s soul.”

“What’s the point of saving his soul if he was killed either way.”

“I know it’s not the ideal outcome, but—”

“Will you stop trying to justify it,” you snap in English. “This is exactly why I can’t talk to Midoriya. His death shouldn’t be justified. This is exactly why I can’t talk to Hawks about the baby, because how the fuck am I supposed to have a baby with a man who keeps trying to justify killing Jin?”

“Shigaraki killed me, you know that right?” Katsuki says. “My heart stopped. I was dead. Edgeshot gave his life to save me. If Shigaraki lived, would you have forgiven him for killing me?”

You freeze. It hadn’t crossed your mind necessarily. “All For One had control of his body—”

“It doesn’t matter. Do you think he’d be beating himself up with grief that he killed me while All For One controlled him? No. He wouldn’t. But Izuku is. He feels horrible that he wasn’t able to save Shigaraki. He feels terrible that it was his final punch that destroyed his body and killed him. I don’t know what you said about Hawks, but Izuku isn’t him. And maybe if you stop wallowing in your own emotions, you’d realize there’s a whole world outside of you that’s trying to rebuild and keep going. You need to talk to Izuku.”

“Uraraka too,” Shouto adds. “She said Toga Himiko died because she gave Uraraka blood to save her.”

You’re shocked at the news. “I didn’t know that. I heard there was a lot of blood, but they couldn’t find her body. They assumed it had been destroyed during the fight. I know she’s been officially pronounced dead due to the amount they found…”

“Uraraka has been distant from everyone since then. Nobody knew she was holding that grief. She tried so hard to save her. She really wanted to save her.”

A stillness settles over the group as everyone soaks in the heavy words. Your heart aches. You never considered the kids grieving as much as you.

They're kids… They were just teenagers expected to clean up two hundred years of society’s mess. They were expected to stop the worst villain in the history of quirks, while trying to save people that resigned from being saved. 

You look at Katsuki, your eyes studying the scar on his face—the scar he will have for the rest of his life. His right arm is still wrapped in bandages, and you don’t even know what other bandages and scars he sports under his All Might merch T shirt. There’s a deepness in his eyes he didn’t have before. The fiery spark that used to keep him riled up is replaced with the harrowing trauma of having been to war.

Even Shouto is different. The burns he received from his fight with his brother have now faded to a pale pink. You see now just how tired he is. Exhaustion from being the one to save his brother and mend his family after years of their father’s abuse now leaves him more mature beyond his years.

They shouldn’t be like this. They should be hanging out with their friends at the mall or some park, eating ice cream to cool off from the summer sun. They should be gossiping about crushes they have and how hard their math test was. 

They were just kids forced to grow up to fix adults’ mistakes.

“I’m sorry,” you tell them. “I didn’t mean for my personal feelings to be directed this way. I’m grieving. I’m grieving the loss of my family and friends and my old life while trying to make a new one for myself. I’m trying to pretend…” The words in Japanese suddenly escape you as your mind spins—searching through the vocabulary you’ve accumulated over the past fourteen months. “I have to pretend that I’m okay when every day I look at myself in the mirror and think ‘why me? Why did I get saved, but they didn't?’ I’m mourning the few people I had who supported me through everything—even though they knew nothing about me—while trying to be okay and accept support from new people. Everything feels strange and weird and wrong. And I feel wrong for being here. I can’t talk to Izuku because I feel guilty too. I feel selfish that I’m choosing this life when people I love are dead or in prison.”

“You’re not selfish for accepting help that’s being given to you. On that rainy day in the alley, I saw a young woman who begged for help because she was worried a little bird would die of a broken leg,” Katsuki says.

It wasn’t about just the bird though. 

He continues, “You were sick and crying. You were already grieving. You weren’t selfish to ask for help then, and you’re not selfish for accepting it now. You helped me when the League of Villains kidnapped me. I chose to save you. Just like how I chose to visit you in the hospital. And how I chose to come here today to talk to you. You need to choose to talk to Izuku.”

You know he’s right and it makes your heart drop. You don’t even know what to say to the kid, but maybe the words will come to you when it’s time.

The boys finish up their visit and bid you and Toshinori farewell.

“When you get the chance to visit Touya, let me know, I can bring you,” Shouto says.

“I will. Thanks.” You wave but remember one last thing you wanted to ask. “By the way, did either of you mention my pregnancy to Eraserhead?”

“Of course not, you told us not to tell anyone,” Katsuki says.

“You said it was private, so we promised not to tell anyone,” Shouto adds.

You hum in thought, Maybe Hawks lied, and he did mention it to Eraserhead at some point…

Later that night, you approach Toshinori while he’s watching TV.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should move. This apartment isn’t accessible to you in your wheelchair, and there’s no room for the baby,” you tell him.

“That’s not a bad idea,” he says.

“I want to build a nursery there too. A nice little room for the baby to grow up in.”

“That does sound nice. Maybe with a little yard for the kid to play, too.”

You smile softly. The idea makes you warm. You imagine the little kid kicking a ball around the yard or playing catch with Toshinori. A little bit of escapism makes you feel better.

“I’ll start looking into some contractors tomorrow,” he says.

“Thanks for being with me today while I met with the kids.”

“I know things haven’t been easy for you, but they haven’t been easy for anyone. We’re all just trying to cope and move on. It’s important you keep going too.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

He bids you goodnight as you head to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Each day that passes brings its own challenges, but it’s the best you can do to keep moving forward. 

Grief may be the monster that stares back at you in the mirror, but that doesn’t mean you can’t face it head on.

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Thinking about…

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Tomura playing LOL on his computer, his legs hunched up onto the chair and his body slouched over the desk, calculating his next move. A normal night for him, if it wasn’t for the fact that his lover is being fucked into the next day by one of his companions.

Loud moans and grunts echoed throughout the room, the bed frame hitting the wall with each forceful thrust. Dabi laid on top of you, pining you down into a mating press as he fucked into your sore hole, cum and lube coating his cock and adding an even louder ‘plap plap plap’ that echoed throughout the room.

Your mouth was agape and eyes rolled back, wanton moans and whimpers escaping you, fucked dumb and pliant as Dabi ravages your willing body. You could feel another tight coil beginning to form inside you, your body tensing as you scratched down Dabi’s back.

Your eyes lazily trail up towards your boyfriend, Tomura, the back of his gaming chair blocking his frame, only his hand visible as it grasped his mouse. You tried to call out for him, the first syllable of his name barely leaving your lips before you’re rudely slapped, a stapled hand harshly squeezing your face and forcing your gaze back to himself.

“Nuh-uh…eyes on me…i’m the one fucking you right. now.”

The last two words were pronounced with harsh thrusts, your hole stretched along his cock brutally as you screamed out in pleasure.

From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out the faint movement of Tomura’s hand idly massaging his bulge…

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A/N: Just a small drabble i thought about while at work today hehehe >:3

your insta if you were dating…

izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

— hi guys !! i finally crawled out of whatever cave i was rotting in and made this :3 i’m so glad bnha & haikyuu is getting popular again TT the fact that i had one more pic for each of them but forgot abt the 10 pic limit

izuku midoriya :

katsuki bakugo

shoto todoroki :

smau request- maaaybe tomura trying to convince reader to wake up and hang with him super late bc he’s def a night owl & they end up staying up until sunrise; flirtation & heavy petting etc as we love to see it

i wrote this at 2am my brain is fried but waow loser/slightly more confident shiggy ily+ enjoy this mix of written and smau <3

twilight zone // tomura shigaraki

"oh my fucking god, knock much?" tomura exclaims, spinning around towards you in his swivel chair.

"shut up." you yawn, rubbing your eyes away from the bright PC screen illuminating the room. "like you weren't expecting me or something."

from his desk, tomura watches you click the door behind you and crawl into his bed. you pull the comforter up to your chin and nestle into his mattress as if he was the one that intruded on you in his own bedroom.

"wasn't half-sure if you were even going to come." he murmurs before shutting down his PC, diminishing the only light source in the room.

you feel the bed shift beside you as he stiffly lays down. "might as well light some candles too while you're at it." you tease.

despite how groggy you sounded, tomura could hear you signature smirk in your voice- the one that never failed to irritate the fuck out of him. he hadn't thought this far ahead- wasn't even expecting you to respond to him this late at all. all he could think about was how quick his late-night confidence was dwindling into nothing, making him squirm a bit in his own bed.

"i'd prefer to not have to look at your face." he mutters.

owch.

you don't respond. the exhaustion was ready to take over once your head hit the pillow. you think about the last time you had been in his bed like this.

it was about a month ago when you found yourself too drunk to even form a cohesive sentence. he didn't understand what you were blabbering about, but once he saw your swollen lips, flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and handle of whiskey under your arm, he just assumed the worst.

you were drunk, touch starved, and desperate, but of course he knew better than to let you sloppily smash your lips into his like you intended two when you stumbled into his doorway. he spent that night half asleep in his gaming chair, periodically reaching over to make sure you were still breathing with his trash can pulled up next to your side of the bed.

once you sobered up the next day, he scolded you. relentlessly. strings of obscenities dripping from his mouth.

from that point on, he made sure to always find a way to keep you two at bay- something that he himself wasn't even sure how to go about. elbow nudges. kicking your feet under the dining room table. laying your legs over his lap on the couch without you asking. pats on shoulder. all to make sure that night never repeated- unsure if he could handle you throwing yourself all over him again.

"are you fucking falling asleep?" you feel a jolt on your shoulder as he shakes you awake. "wake up."

"i'm tired." you whine.

"well stop. i didn't invite you here to sleep in my bed." he huffs.

"the fucks got you up, then?"

"nothing."

you go silent for a moment.

"don't be annoying or else i'll leave." you deadpan.

"don't ask stupid questions then." he returns the attitude. "isn't it obvious? i can't sleep. can't even game right now. i just want to..." he voice falters at the end.

"...hang out with you, i guess."

oh.

your jaw slightly gapes open in surprise, spikes of heat crawling up your neck.

you tightly grip the fabric of the comforter. "well, when you say it like that, it sounds like you actually like me." you chuckle.

"didn't say that. we live together. bothering you is my only option."

"lucky you, i love when you bother me." you scoot closer, noses onto a few inches away from one another. "and even more when i bother you."

"yeah, i know. it's like you can't resist me or something." he pulls the comforter up over his mouth, shyly muffling his words.

"i should be thanking you then, right? thank you so much, tomu, for letting me lay in your bed with you. please. i want you. i need you. it's all i can think about when i'm just across the hall from you. " you roll your eyes.

he scoffs. "wouldn't be the first time you were pathetically begging for me either."

"as if." you spit. "i'd never."

"but you have."

a beat of silence passes. you press your lips together as hotness comes over your body while the events of that night surges back to you.

"you said you'd never bring that up again." you clench your teeth, cringing at the memory of tomura retelling that night's endeavors to you the morning after.

"needed to humble you a bit." he chuckles. "told you it's not a big deal though if you're still embarrassed about it."

"no shit, i'm still embarrassed." you tug the covers up to your nose. "i tried getting at you and you rejected me. i'll never live that down, tomu."

tomura goes quiet for a moment. he must've been thinking. he does that often- retreat back into his head when he isn't sure about what else to say. or maybe he had finally fallen asleep.

you glanced over his shoulder to the analog clock sitting on his desk.

4:27AM.

it was late- or early. maybe these past few sleepless nights had finally caught up to him, hopefully to save you from having to relive an embarrassing moment.

to him, tomura's brain was malfunctioning. crashing. blue screen error.

"uh. wait." he begins, breaking the silence. "reject' isn't the right word. you were drunk. i just did what anyone else would have."

"call it what you want. i just wanted a smooch and you weren't with it. it's whatever, i'm over it, you heartbreaker." you dramatically sigh.

"well, i'll give you one now if it'll get you to shut up."

it was your turn to error and crash now.

"really?" your eyes widen.

tomura's breathing stops. he wasn't sure what gave him the confidence to say that outloud. maybe it was because he couldn't clearly see your face. it was almost like you weren't there- like he was speaking out into the void that made it so easy for those words to slip out.

he didn't mean it. right?

"yeah."

fuck.

"-if you want though." he quips.

please shut the fuck up.

"last month wasn't a rejection. i just didn't want you to only want me when you're drunk, you know."

stop talking.

"but you're sober now and we're talking about it and i just-"

your lips crash into his. it catches you off guard as much as it does to him. despite how much you enjoyed listening to him ramble out his nervousness, you couldn't risk losing another opportunity to kiss him.

your hands crawl up to the side of his neck, rubbing the tender skin below his jaw as you draw him closer to you. the floodgates have opened now. tomura met your lips with the same eagerness.

you were pressed up against one another, legs intertwined, sharing a breath and heartbeats as your hands glided over each other's bodies.

your stomach was twisting with anxiety. how long had you been waiting for this moment? all of those shy glances around the apartment, subtle touches, and hidden affections had clearly not gone unnoticed.

his hand runs from the nape of your neck to your lower back where he slips his hand under your shirt, causing you to pull away in surprise from the sudden contact.

"your hands are freezing, tomu." you gasped. "what the fuck?"

"sorry." he sheepishly mutters against your lips. he keeps his hand against the soft skin of your back, lightly rubbing the area as an apologetic gesture as it warms against your body.

"sorry." you repeat, humiliation starting to creep up your neck as you two settle with the realization of what line you two had just crossed.

a beat of silence passes.

"um. so." he coughs.

"so...yeah." you respond.

it wasn't long before you two started giggling to one another like a couple of children.

"shut up." you laugh, hiding your face into the pillow.

"guess i did say you coukd have anything you want if you came over." he breathlessly chuckles.

"please. shut. up." you squeak out. "i'm going to sleep. it's already like..." you peer over his shoulder. "almost 5:00AM, tomu. good fucking night."

you turn around, letting your back face him. you could die right now. melt into this mattress and into nothing. thank god it was dark and thank god he shared this humiliation with you.

he slings his arm around your waist, bringing himself flushed against your back.

"i'm not tired." he mumbles into the back of your neck, peppering kisses into the soft skin. "stay up with me."

you mentally kick yourself. because you do- not that there was much left of the night to get through, anyways, but because when the night's haze dissipates, you'll be dealt with a bigger issue that you wouldn't be able to pass off as a drunken mistake.

don’t zoom in on the document, just cat eating lasagna

⋆ ˚｡ 8 years later ⋆ ˚｡

Ignore the scuffed Spinner pin lmaooo

hawks is the type of bf to surprise you by making you dinner one night but you go and look in the kitchen and he has found a way to use almost every bowl, plate and utensil in your arsenal to cook.

just manga hawks

(kofi request) brothers who (try to) carry each other

PLEASE i need more tomura texts hes so cute😭😭😭

for the multiple people who wanted more