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lunch

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🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / your voice is my safe space / new character unlocked

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level four; your voice is my safe space

cw; brief mentions and descriptions of domestic violence and child abuse, enji is a horrible parent, descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of familial death, mentions of grief and feelings of guilt, very brief mention on shigs scratching habit, i believe that is all, bit of a longer written part this time, texts between shigs and dabi at the end

barely two feet passed the threshold of the door, the air was palpable and tomura shigaraki could feel the tension in the apartment. he wasn’t sure what to expect, but as his eyes found the two figures sitting on the couch, he knew it wasn’t good. with a heavy sigh, he closed the door behind him and prepared himself for what he was about to hear.

shoto todoroki, touya’s younger brother, sat quietly on the living room couch eating cold soba and watching tv, while his brother stood in the kitchen talking with his two roommates.

“mom invited us to lunch today, so yumi picked me up and we went to the house together. it was going good for the most part, tense but when isn’t it.” dabi leaned his back against the sink, using the position to peer towards the living room and have a view of shoto.

“it all went bad pretty quick when lunch was over. enji went to his study after the meal was over, mom was cleaning up, yumi and natsu were on the couch with sho and i stepped out for a smoke. i was only outside for about five minutes when i heard a crash.” touya’s eyes skimmed over to shoto who was invested in whatever shitty tv show spinner put on, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“apparently mom dropped a glass while cleaning up in the kitchen, and enji heard it, he was pissed. came storming into the kitchen, when i walked in-” dabi’s voice catches in a way shigs and spinner have only heard once before. for just a split second, touya is back to being the ten year old scared little kid who confessed to his friends that his father hurts them. the them in question being his mom, his siblings, and himself.

shigs feels his heart ache for his best friend while spinner reaches a hand out to rest on dabi’s shoulder, a silent reminder that he’s no longer in that place. that he’s made it out and is safe now, touya feels his body sag against the counter and looks to his youngest brother again. so young and so traumatized, touya failed him as a brother.

“when i walked in, mom was on the floor, blood dripping from her hands where a shard of glass was embedded in her palm, her cheek was red from where he slapped her and her lip was bleeding too. there were little cuts on her cheek from where his nails caught the skin and her eyebrow was bleeding.” he takes another breath, his cerulean eyes hardening with anger as he looks at shoto again. no, he’s not going to fail him, he got him out of there and he’ll do everything he can to protect his brother.

“i saw red, my body heat rose with the anger i was feeling and i hit him. i just kept hitting him while yumi got mom and shoto out of the house. i-i think i would have killed him if natsu didn’t pull me off. yumi took mom to the hospital, and i brought sho here, natsu said he’d grab somethings from sho’s room and bring them here after he went to the hospital to see how mom was doing.” touya finishes explaining and the three sit in silence while the television plays softly in the background.

“how is your mom?” spinner speaks up and dabi shrugs looking at his feet.

“she’s got stitches on her palm and her thigh, apparently she landed pretty hard on the glass when she fell after he hit her. the doctor’s say she has a concussion from hitting her head on the counter as she fell. they filed a police report for domestic violence, the cops plan on going to question him later. natsu and yumi said they’d cover for me if the police ask. kenzie says she’ll take shoto if i get arrested.” the sound of footsteps is heard as shoto walks into the kitchen.

“what’s up shoto?” shigs speaks for the first time since arriving at home.

“i’m tired.” is all the small twelve year old child says. the three adults look at each other before touya sighs.

“you can sleep in my room. you might have some pajamas from the last time you stayed over in my bottom drawer.” touya says, shoto nods before turning and leaving the kitchen, making his way down the hall to his brother's room.

“any other news?” spinner leans his own body against the wall, touya still against the counter and shigs in the middle of the two.

“my grandma died.” he speaks so plainly, that anybody who didn’t know him would think shigs didn’t care. those closest to him knew how much he loved his grandmother and the way his vermillion eyes began to mist, showed just how devastated he was.

as the three stand in the kitchen, the silence that befalls them is very telling. only one question remains, though none of them voice it, they all know what it is.

what happens now?

a few hours have passed since the three left the kitchen after their conversation, kenzie came over shortly after shoto went to bed and has been with touya in the living room. the time is now 8:45pm. shigs’ room is silent as he lays on his back in bed staring at the ceiling, the led lights are blue and dimmed low, encasing the room in a soft glow.

his phone rests on his chest, discord opened to her name. the last message shows her saying he could call her anytime, he sighs deeply, why was he so nervous to call her? he’s never had that problem before.

he doesn’t ponder for very long, his phone ringing disrupts his thoughts, and an unconscious smile spreads across his lips as her name lights up the screen with a voice call.

“hello?” he clears his throat after answering, voice hoarse after lying here silently for hours.

“hey.” she breathes out and shigs whole body tingles when the word reaches his ears. “i was worried about you.”

fuck, there’s that flutter in his chest again, he’d never get tired of hearing her speak to him.

“i’m okay.” he tries to sound convincing but he knows that he can’t hide anything from her.

“shiggy.” she speaks softly, the nickname falls from her lips so smoothly he believes that she was always meant to say it. “you know you can always talk to me.” she says it with such conviction and belief in her tone that he knows it’s true, even if his brain tries to convince him it’s not.

so with a sigh he begins telling her about the phone call he got earlier while out with his project partner, unbeknownst to either of them, that person was her. she listens silently, letting him open up at his own point, picking and choosing what he wants her to know.

he’s taking his time as he tells her about his relationship with his grandmother on his father’s side, a kind, passionate woman who spent her life helping anybody who needed it. nana shimura was his hero, not having been able to say goodbye leaves a heavy feeling of guilt in his chest.

the weight slowly grows bigger the more he talks, spreading from his chest, down his abdomen, out to his arms and legs, working its way up to his throat where words spill from his lips as his lungs grow tight. a feeling of drowning begins to overtake him as he struggles to breathe, each breath stuttering before being forcefully pulled out from his mouth.

his whole body feels heavy, words no longer leaving him as he fights back sobs and his fingers begin to tremble with the need to scratch at something, everything. just to feel anything other than this crushing feeling of helplessness, guilt, shame, anguish. his hands fly up to his throat, and his eyes snap shut tightly, as his fingers wrap around his neck and throat. nails clawing at the soft skin, he releases a breath. the feeling only worsens.

“shigaraki.”

her firm but soft tone calls to him like a siren in the night and time slows.

“it’s okay.”

the sound that leaves him can only be described as the cry of a broken child.

“it’s okay, you can cry. you can scream, but don’t hold it in. let it out, for me please?”

the tears are streaming faster than he can keep up, she’s silent as she waits for him. he’s not sure how long he cries for, but he knows she was there for all of it. speaking softly anytime he struggled to catch his breath, calming him down when he felt that weight of guilt again.

the tears dry slowly and his breathing gets easier. his throat hurts and his mouth is dry, but he can hear her soft breathing on the other end of the phone and it brings him a sense of security he hasn’t had in a while. he feels complete with her, safe and at peace, almost like he’s home.

he stays silent for a while longer, just letting the last of the guilt and anxiety leave his body. she’s silent with him, just basking in his presence as he works through his grief. he takes one last deep inhale, holding it for five seconds before exhaling and letting his body relax.

“thank you.” the words come out raw and raspy from the dry soreness of his throat and it makes him wince.

“of course, shiggy.” there’s that nickname again and his breath hitches for an entirely different reason. “are you okay now?”

“as okay as i can be for now.” she giggles softly at that and it brings a small smile to his lips.

“are you tired?” a yawn follows her words, he chuckles. eyes glancing at the upper corner of his phone, the time reads 2:55am. wow, he hadn’t realized how long it’d been since she called.

“yeah, i am.” it’s her turn to laugh as a yawn leaves him.

“do you want to stay on call?” her words are slurred and her tone already sounds like she’s drifting. he merely hums in agreement.

“goodnight flowey.” his own eyes flutter close, and her response comes shortly after.

“goodnight shigs, i love you.” sleep takes them both right as the time strikes 3:00am, and her words fall on deaf ears, filling the air around them.

level four; your voice is my safe space completed!

one achievement unlocked; a confession?

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✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

synopsis; no matter what he did, he would always be the kid you knew from crime alley. (UTRH jason todd x fem!reader) wc; 2.5k

cw; angst, happy ending, mention of dismemberment, mentions of violence, brief mentions of stabbing, brief and possibly incorrect descriptions of first aid, heavily based on would you fall in love with me again by jorge rivera-herrans from epic the musical

a/n; this man has been on my mind lately and the song was stuck in my head so this stems from that, enjoy.

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is it you? have my prayers been answered?

is it really you standing there, or am i dreaming once more?

“jason?” the name leaves your lips in shock, you never thought you’d see him again, only in your dreams if you were lucky.

you look different, your eyes look tired.

your frame is lighter, your smile torn.

the man in front of you holds barely any resemblance to the child you once knew. his eyes, although tired, are darker and sharper, a hint of recognition in them. his stature is bigger, muscles filling out his frame and he’s grown taller. there’s a broken smile on his lips and it doesn’t reach his eyes.

is it really you, my love?

jason’s been back from the dead for almost six years now, and he’s been back in gotham for two of them. it’s been a year since he worked his way to the top of the crime syndicate as the red hood and enacted his revenge on bruce.

he would catch glimpses of you throughout that time, not necessarily stalking you, but just wanting to keep an eye out, make sure you were okay. this would be the first time he speaks to you since coming back.

i am not the man you fell in love with.

i am not the man you once adored.

“can i come in?” his voice is deep, it no longer carries that light whimsy tone it did when he was a child. the sound of it both scares and comforts you, he’s grown into a man. but at what cost?

you let him in and lead the way to the kitchen where you nervously begin to make a calming lavender tea.

“i’m dreaming again, aren’t i? there’s no way you’re actually in my kitchen right now.” you mutter while shaking your head as if to force the dream away.

“you’re not dreaming, i’m real.” his voice startles you again, you just stare at his hulking frame as he sits in a chair at your table eyeing the way you flit around nervously.

“if this is real.. if i’m not dreaming, what’s something only you would know?” you’re skeptical, jason realizes, and you have every right to be. the whole of gotham knew he was dead. bruce wayne’s second son, dead in an accident, little did anyone truly know.

i am not your kind and gentle husband.

and i am not the love you knew before.

he scoffs as you sit across from him, two mugs filled with tea sit on the table's surface, one in front of each of you. of course you’d be the one to ask him to prove it. you were never one to take things at face value, perks of growing up in crime alley.

“we had our first kiss behind the giant penny in the bat cave, the night you discovered bruce and i were batman and robin.” he watches your hand flex, fingers tapping an unknown rhythm on the table as you consider his words.

“how old were we?” you fire back, he seems so confident and you want to believe it’s him but you have to be sure.

“i was fifteen, you were a week shy of being fourteen. i died a year later.” you wince at the harsh way he speaks but nod nonetheless.

“how old are you now?” you know he’s aged since he’s bigger now, you just want to know if he’s still a year older than you.

“twenty-two.” his answer confirms that he is.

would you fall in love with me again,

if you knew all i’ve done?

the next hour passes by with him catching you up on everything. how he died, how he came back, what he’s been doing since coming back. you stopped drinking your tea once he mentioned severed heads.

he speaks casually, as if he’s not bothered by any of this, but you know him enough to know when he’s faking, at least you used to. you can detect the hurt and anger hidden behind his words and actions, you were pretty upset yourself when you found out bruce wasn’t going to do anything about the joker. you cried over jason for months.

the things i cannot change,

would you love me all the same?

silence fills the air around you after jason finishes his story, you moved from the table to the balcony halfway through, and now you sit on the couch. your legs are pulled to your chest as you lean against the armrest and peer at jason from lidded eyes.

he sits facing the dark screen of the tv, legs manspread and an arm hooked over the back of the couch, the other rests at his side.

“you know, we never actually broke up.” you mentally facepalm as the words leave your mouth, why in the hell would you say something stupid like that?

your cheeks flame up as jason bursts out laughing, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest that filters throughout his entire body. the couch shakes slightly from the vibrations of his body as he tosses his head back. the sound of his laughter and the sight of him makes you chuckle in turn. you laugh together for a bit until his next sentence has reality crashing in again.

“yeah cause i fucking died y/n.”

“well i’m sorry you’ll have to forgive my heartbroken depressed fifteen year old self for assuming since neither of us said the words ‘i’m breaking up with you’ that meant we were still together even if you were dead.” you grumble and use your hands to showcase air quotes.

“please tell me you haven’t spent the last six years thinking we’re still together.” he’s looking at you now, trying to gauge your reaction while waiting for your response.

“i grew out of that at sixteen, so only a year really. i’ve dated here and there, but most didn’t last long. there was one guy who lasted longer than the rest, but even that fizzled out pretty quick.” you explained with a shrug and watched as the tension left his shoulders, his body sinking into the cushions behind him.

“why didn’t they last?” you tilt your head back to look at your ceiling and inhale deeply at his question.

“i was just too in love with my dead boyfriend to move on with anybody else.”

i know that you’ve been waiting, waiting for love.

it’s been a couple months since the day jason showed up at your door, you talk everyday, whether he calls or texts you. he visits when he can, if he’s not patrolling as red hood. his relationship with bruce is still rocky, but slowly mending. you’ve started visiting the manor again, alfred appreciates your company and the atmosphere you bring with you while you’re there.

your dead boyfriend isn’t so dead anymore, and there’s something unspoken between the two of you now. jason has his own apartment, though you aren’t sure how since he’s still legally dead, bruce is apparently working on rectifying that. despite having his own place, he spends a lot of time at yours, and it only adds to your ever growing confusion.

unbeknownst to you, jason isn’t faring much better. he has trouble sleeping because of the nightmares, but lately when he does sleep, all he can think about is you. you’ve told him time and again that you don’t care what he’s done as a crime lord, that all you care about is the fact that he’s alive and back in your life. he’s paranoid that this is some awful trick his mind is playing on him.

he’s supposed to crash at your place tonight, hopefully he can control himself around you.

would you fall in love with me again,

if you knew all i’ve done?

the things i can’t undo,

i am not the man you knew.

you’re both laying across the couch, your body atop his, legs intertwined with his, and his arms around your waist while you both watch tv. some random horror movie playing that neither of you are really paying attention to, too caught up in your thoughts and each other.

that unspoken something hangs tensely in the air as your head rests on his chest, fingers tracing inconsequential shapes and patterns on his side. his eyes are closed and it heightens the feeling of your body against his.

“so… are we going to talk about it?” your voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he sighs heavily. he knows you’re talking about the unspoken thing that’s wrapped itself around you two like a thick blanket in the cold winter months, but he doesn’t think spring has arrived yet and he’s not quite ready to leave the comfort and safety of the blanket.

“i guess not.” you answer your own question after several minutes of nothing coming from him aside that first heavy sigh. his body tenses as you push yourself off him and stand away from the couch. he sits up once you turn off the tv, eyes finding yours in the dimly lit living room of your apartment.

“i’m sorry.” it’s the first thing he’s said since before the start of the movie and it’s your turn to sigh deeply while your shoulders sag as you stand in front of him.

“it’s fine jay, i’m going to bed.” it’s too early for you to be going to bed and you both know it, but your statement is said with such finality that he doesn’t try to argue. he only sighs as he watches you walk away to your bedroom, before throwing his head back with a heavy groan, knowing he’s sleeping on the couch alone tonight.

i know that you’ve been waiting, waiting,

after that night, jason distances himself. he’s hoping that some time apart will help him get his shit together and figure things out before he loses you completely. bruce, alfred, and dick all think he’s being an idiot, and honestly? he’s starting to think the same.

three months have passed since that night, and jason can count the number of times he’s seen you on both hands. the distance hasn’t done anything other than make him yearn for you more and wish to be by your side.

he doesn’t realize he’s left the comfort of the thick winter blanket until the night he crash lands on your balcony, bleeding out from a stab wound he got while fighting some goons with batman. he knocks only once before you’re pulling open the door and tugging him into your apartment.

“bruce called me when you disappeared after the fight, said you might’ve gotten hurt and to be expecting you.” you explain once you notice his head tilting in confusion. you help him onto the towel covered couch, a first aid kit and a bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table.

he takes off his helmet and the domino mask he had on underneath before letting you help him remove his jacket and pull up his shirt. the stab wound is on the left side of his stomach, no vital organs were hit but he will need stitches.

you work in silence, cleaning up the wound and the area around it with alcohol wipes from the first aid kit before stitching him up and covering them up with bandages. you give him the bottle of whiskey while cleaning up the mess on the coffee table and floor.

a flash of something catches his gaze, his eye zoning in on your throat, his breath hitching as he recognizes what it is. it’s the last thing he stole before bruce took him in when he was eleven, a necklace that he gave you for your tenth birthday. a silver chain holding a pendant the color of his eyes.

‘so that you’ll always have a piece of me close to your heart.’ is what he said when he gave it to you.

“i didn’t know you still had that.” his voice comes out hoarse from lack of use and your eyes flick to him in confusion before following his gaze to the pendant that rests at the bottom of your throat, just above where your heart would be.

“oh yeah, i still have a lot of the things you’ve given me but this one is my favorite.” you replied as you grabbed the pendant in one hand.

a symbol of our love everlasting.

jason knew what he had to do, but he just couldn’t find the words to use. he’s lying in your bed on his back, your head on his chest, body pressed against his injury free side as his arms are encircling you.

he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to being this close to you, his paranoid mind is giving him anxiety, making him think this is just another nightmare.

“how could you possibly care about me still? i’m a murderer, a monster.” the words leave his mouth before he has time to second guess them, your hand stops the tracing of shapes and instead rests palm down on his stomach.

“jay you’re not a monster, you’re a traumatized kid. the same one that saved me from getting bullied back in crime alley, the same kid who would make sure i was fed even if you were also starving. the same kid who brought me along with him after he got adopted by the richest man in the city.” you look up at him now, chin resting on his chest as he tilts his gaze down to meet yours.

i will fall in love with you over and over again,

i don’t care how, where, or when.

no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine,

don’t tell me you’re not the same person.

“no matter what you do, you’re still that same kid i knew from crime alley. my dead boyfriend who i’m just too in love with.”

i’ve been waiting, waiting,

waiting, waiting,

waiting, oh,

for you.

“well i’m not dead anymore.” he chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“yeah but according to you, you’re not my boyfriend anymore either.” you don’t even get the chance to laugh before he’s cupping your chin and pulling you up for a passionate long overdue kiss.

lips connecting with yours roughly as his hand slides to your throat, tongue pushing its way into your mouth. gasping, your body presses against him, hand clutching his side.

he pulls away wincing and you quickly apologize, having forgotten his stab wound. but he merely shakes his head and presses another kiss to your lips.

“you’re still jason todd to me, the kid from crime alley.” you smile resting your head on his chest again.

“i know.” he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“and you wanna know something else?” you start tracing random shapes and patterns again.

“what?” he asks, relaxing his body into yours while sighing happily.

“i love you.”