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MHA brain rot

2497 words. Slice of life-esque (i’m just having fun writing tbh, i think i’m reeaaallly funny)

Reader x someone in mha idk, reader works at some sort of firm.

Working in an office was bland.

You weren’t a secretary or anything, just a person in a glass box going through pages and pages of someone else’s finances.

Clients come and go, there’s the occasional gossip spread by a particularly mean group of middle aged women with the gall to hide daggers in their sleeves just to get ahead of everyone but other than that, there was nothing to do. If it wasn’t for the severe desperation for money that kept you going then you would’ve - A) turned into a Disney princess and live happily ever after with a bird on each shoulder, or B) turned into a hero (or a villain, they’re equally as enticing) ; however, neither of the options seemed likely.

Frankly, you as a whole just weren't that interesting. Your quirk, nullify - as they like to call it, literally doesn’t do anything other than prevent your body from being physically damaged by quirk related attacks, you can’t even control it for gods sake it was - and still is - always on as if you were a light with a broken switch. What are the odds that you manage to pull the most boring quirk from the genetic gacha machine - worst of all, neither of your parents carried this quirk so where the fuck did it come from? Were you a secret lovechild? Is mom and dad not telling you something? God knows. Thankfully, once you reached 17 your parents were kind enough to tell you whence your quirk came and that your grandma had the same quirk. Finally, one mystery solved.

Fast forward a few years and now here you are, working in an office, bound to four walls for - what feels like all eternity but is actually just 7 hours - a day. Excluding the regular overtime that your boss likes to indirectly inflict upon you. Calling him a menace would be an understatement, more like a 4 armed hell-raising demon. It’s like he flips a coin everyday and asks “should I be an asshole or a huge asshole today?”.

You’d been working at the office for a good couple of years yet you still lived in a shadier part of the city, you weren’t a thug of course but that college debt did some real damage to your sad, sad bank account, if a bank account could frown, yours would’ve been violently sobbing with its snot pooling on the floor. You could’ve chosen to live with your parents but the thought of burdening them for a few more years felt wrong ; so what better way is there to save money than to move into the cheapest, habitable apartment you can find and live off of plain pasta until you can afford to move out? And honestly, it wasn’t that bad. Sure there were loud inconsiderate neighbours, sporadic flickering lights and some unearthly being that you were convinced is the ghost of the past tenant living in your home but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.

— — — — — — — — — —

You gather your documents and files into a small briefcase and leave the office. Yet again, your boss had piled more papers on your desk with a sly smile on his face and the words ‘good luck with your client’ leaving his lips. This man is the embodiment of all the reasons why you hate work. By the time you finished it all, it’d already been long past 11pm so no busses were running leaving you to walk back home with your briefcase clutched in your arms. Considering the whereabouts of your apartment, you knew better than to look back when you hear screams being ripped from some poor man’s throat during what you hope assume is a mugging.

Just a few more blocks until you reach home, all you have to do is turn right, walk straight, turn right again into the alleyway to the hidden entrance of your building and… Oh…

There lies your landlord, snivelling on the ground, begging for forgiveness and a…? man? Is that a man? With, what seems to be, strips of overcooked bacon stapled on his face and a parade of blue flames emanating from his palms, threatening to burn the whole building down if my landlord doesn’t pay up for owning a property in his territory. What a fucking joke - who does this man think he is? a magician? Can’t he take his burnt meat elsewhere and perform somewhere that isn’t directly in front of your building?

You're tired, agitated and overall exhausted, but you choose to turn back around the corner and pretend you didn’t see anything knowing that intruding would just make things worse for both you and your landlord. Unluckily for you, you hear the charred man say ‘What was that?’ and slow footsteps walking your way. Thinking under pressure was never your strong point and now, it will be the death of you. Your eyes dart around the dimly lit street for places to hide and then it hits you. You can't hide, not here in an empty street with trash cans full of trash, but you certainly refuse to die now. You start looking for escape routes and then the dark shape of the ladder to your building’s rooftop - which you caught a thief clambering up once - comes into view and bingo! Within a matter of seconds you’re gone, scuttling up the same ladder like a gravity-defying rat with a briefcase that threatens to fall with each movement you take to grab for the ladder.

Once you reach the summit and climb onto the roof, you peer down and see the same burnt-being squinting up your way. Triumphantly, you put both your middle fingers up and watch his brows furrow in pure anger at the sight of your smug expression. Ok maybe you shouldn’t have done that but whatever, you got back to your apartment in one piece, the contents of your briefcase made it home relatively intact and he didn’t follow you home.

In due time you’d come to find out that the lump of coal you had encountered was actually the infamous villain, Dabi, from an uprising villain group known as ‘the League Of Villains’.

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The following day, you had work, again. And once again, that demon your boss made his daily visit to your desk, dropping so many files onto your desk that you could practically hear the workload - thus, stripping you off the privilege of taking the bus back home. And once again, you took your regular stroll back home, unwillingly basking in the blearing lights from street lamps and police cars.

The moment you opened the door, something felt wrong.

But then again you were too tired and overworked to really care, all you wanted to do was plant your face in between your pillows and turn yourself into a bamboo shoot.

When you turned on the light, the unsightly figure of the man from last night came into focus. Dabi? Was it? You should’ve been fearing for your life and running at your fastest speed but instead, you let out an exasperated huff as you plop your briefcase down and look him straight in the eye. ‘What do you want? I’m exhausted so make it quick’.

Dabi’s eyebrows shot to his hairline at your reaction, he is a murderous criminal standing in your apartment and you’re carelessly worrying over your physical exhaustion, but then again, dressing up in a greasy wifebeater (what an ironic name because that’s exactly what he looks like he’d do to his wife) and a black trench coat that looks like it was sewn together by a 4th grader, makes him look like the weird mean kid from toy story (Sid, the kids name was Sid); he looked significantly less frightening than other villains.

‘how dare you talk to me like that.’ you hear him bellow.

In one swift motion his hand reaches for your wrist and a bright blue flame is pressed onto your skin, you don’t feel fear however, quite the contrary, after all, we all die eventually and frankly, you really didn’t mind dying at the hands of some brazen man with burnt flesh, at least it sounded like a cool and mysterious way to go. But then the stench of this man wafted into your nostrils, how can a man smell like both a wet dog and rotten milk simultaneously, his awful odours might as well be classified as one of the worlds many mysteries, gods, if this is the last thing you smell… and suddenly, your will to live has returned.

After a few seconds, you realise that the flames are taking no effect thanks to your quirk. You have never once been so grateful for your useless quirk. All you can feel is his warm wrinkled flesh on your skin, gross. A few more beats of silence later and some intense bewildered staring and you decide that tonight is gonna be a long night. Is he gonna keep holding your hand all night? Can't he find someone else to hold hands with? What a creep.

‘Who the fuck you calling a creep? I am Dabi, Japan’s best pyromaniac. My flames are more powerful than Endeavours.’ He replies.

‘Get a load of this guy’ you snort under your breath.

Fuck. You said that out loud.

His jaw slacks in awe and his grip loosens, you take the opportunity to squirm out of his grasp and make it run for it. As soon as you reach the outside, fresh, breathable air hits your nostrils and you find yourself apologising for ever saying the city stinks. Behind you were Dabi’s footsteps chasing after you hurriedly, you know this area like the back of your hand so it was no surprise that Dabi lost you eventually, although, by the end of the chase you definitely were hacking up an organ or two and most likely would’ve just dropped dead if it weren’t for the kind, sturdy trash can that gave you enough support to stand. You could hear his frustrated yelling from the main street as you stood catching your breath in an alley, take that sucker, one point to you.

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Great. Even though you managed to escape Dabi’s grimy hands, you were now in search of a place to sleep, obviously you can't go back to your apartment now because what if that abomination of a human-being was sitting there, waiting for you? Why must the gods target you, what heinous sin could you have possibly committed for them to test you so often, sure once you accidentally melted a whole box of your best friend’s Lego’s in your youth and every so often you succumb to certain human desires but that can’t possibly be the reasoning for your misfortune, why must they choose you and not some other yahoo living an equally miserable life to play with. As you contemplate your life choices, seeking refuge in a nearby hotel for a few days is the only option and thankfully, your area had tons, you just needed to find the right one. Easy enough right?

It took a while of course but eventually you stumbled across a decent looking hotel that looked the right amount of cheap and the right amount of liveable. You walked across the dust-covered carpet and up to the main counter where a woman who looked about her mid 50’s greeted you by looking up from her book, lifting her glasses and looking you up and down with an eyebrow raised to the roof. Well… the customer service might not be great but maybe the rooms will be okay… Upon requesting for a standard room, in which she replied with a silent nod, she gestured for you to follow her, walking up a series of staircases and down an uncomfortably narrow hallway to your room. It wasn’t a great room but it’s far better than what you expected. What you couldn’t understand, however, was why there was a king size bed?

‘I’ll let you know when your partner gets here’

Oh. OH.

By the time you compose yourself enough to respond she’s already halfway down the hallway, turning into the stairwell. Well, it’s better than nothing, who were you to complain about a bigger bed?

You didn’t bring any of your belongings with you but your wallet and phone were stashed in your pocket so you decided to order some takeout. Prices seemingly disappear when you’re running on nothing but the aftereffects of adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream, alas, you settled on 2 small dishes and 1 main dish.

As you leave your room and make your way down to the stairwell, another door swings open and a 5’9 male dressed in a black hoodie and some really worn down jeans walks directly into you (you note down his general appearance to make the police report quicker just incase). His frail frame knocks both of you over like a couple of bowling pins. You’re quick to apologise fearing that he may be some sort of hardened criminal with no mercy for poor, sweat covered people, standing up and going over to help him up, when you realise this man has absolutely no muscle. You’re surprised that he didn’t shrivel away and disintegrate into a pile of bones the moment your bodies collided with all things considered. You reach your hand out, wholly expecting him to accept it but instead he backhand slaps it away with a sharp tsk. He looks up at you and you take note of his features, scruffy white/blue-grey hair, a deep scowl painted over his features, red eyes burning with agitation - which is most definitely your fault, very very arid skin, a scar draped over the corner of his lips, giant eye bags and wrinkles, his neck littered in self-inflicted scratches, and in a sense, he had somewhat cat-like features - but then again who are you to judge, here you are drenched in sweat on your way to collect your greasy takeout.

‘Ah I’m really sorry about that’ you say apologetically, in all honesty this was actually his fault for walking into you so carelessly and yet you were the one apologising.

Before he can reply, a voice behind him calls. ‘What are you doing on the floor Shigaraki?’

Shigaraki…? Sounds familiar.

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another draken angst i’m so sorry.

pov: you been dating draken but he’s in love with emma

there you stood, watching fate unravel, the man you fell in love with falling in love with someone else, you just so happened to be tangled into their yarn, your lives slowly unknotting to reveal separate strings that were never made to intertwine. truly, you were no match, he tells you he loves you but you know, in his mind he thinks of her, and she thinks of him. all the hope you held, knitting together a sweater that held no warmth. your light, your world, your universe, had eyes for another star, in a solar system far far away that you were never a part of. you love him so much and he deserves all the happiness in the world and if removing the obstacle between him and his true soulmate then so be it. if two people could be happy at the price of one then so be it, it’ll be a sacrifice you’ll have to make. leaving their lives and fading back into the monotonous crowd of faces that come and go. the cycle reached its final checkpoint, from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.

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WHM OVA!!

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go little rockstar <3

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whoever’s tattooing the bonten members need a raise

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HAWKS BIRTHDAY

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last updated : 01/12/2022

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STARDUST ★ CRUSADERS

requested by anonymous

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“ Create a world without All Might. And cause enough destruction to show them all how fragile their justice really is. From this day forward… that’s my conviction. ” | Shigaraki Tomura requested by Anonymous.  

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imagine bonten executives owning casinos.

that’s it, that’s the whole post.

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draken x gn!reader

me when angst no comfort

you love him. you’ve loved him from the moment you met to current. you met in college in your engineering class, almost 5 years ago, knowing him as the wonder boy with a scholarship. he was and is a loving man, and he does like you, he thinks you’re an angel for accepting him for who he is, welcoming his past with open arms, he thinks you’re more than life itself and he couldn’t be more grateful.

you still remember the day you two first spoke, it was late, all you could hear were the subtle ambient sound of pages flipping, keyboard clicking and pen on paper, the library was almost full of students revising for upcoming exams. you sat opposite of him, barely taking notice of him at first, your focus maintained on your nearly completed project so much so that you couldn’t recognise the darkened skies outside, altered by time, nor could you see the hands of your watch reaching later hours of the evening. eventually, the sound of other student’s shuffling for their bags put an end to your trance as you decided to join them in their departure from the library. finally taking notice of the man across from you, a blonde haired man with a dragon tattoo etched onto the side of his head, with eyes doused in obsidian, packing his stuff away as you were. he as a tall man, his build equally as large and- shit. he caught you staring. ducking your head back down to your own bag the instant his eyes landed on yours, standing up to walk to the exit of the library. as you reached the outside, you let out a breath. a gentle cloud of smoke left your lips, you hadn’t realised how cold it would be, if you had known you would’ve brought a coat, bringing your arms up to cradle yourself from the bite of winter. “Are you cold?” you heard a voice, looking to your left to see the tall man who sat across from you earlier. “Do you want to borrow my coat?” He spoke, you found it strange at first, why would a stranger want to help? frankly you thought he was a creep, your face contorted in suspicion. “You’re in my class right? I’m Ken Ryuguji but my friends call me Draken, do you want a lift?” If you had any sort of self-reservation you would’ve declined, but being a college student with enough debt for a lifetime, what happens to you is the last of your worries. allowing him to give you his coat and walk you to his motorcycle, passing you a helmet and guiding you to sit behind him and hold tightly. and now, years later, here you are in each other’s hold, in a place you both called home, knowing this may be the last time.

it was within the 2nd year of your relationship when you had realised that his mind was occupied, not with you but with another woman. a love of his, but you knew he wasn’t cheating on you, how could he? he spends all his time with you or in his garage, he never comes home drunk, he never comes home with another woman’s perfume plastered on him. it was within the 3rd year of your relationship where you found out who. going out to karaoke with draken and his tokyo manji friends was fun, of course until you’re in charge of babysitting the group of drunks and find out about Emma Sano. about her life, about her love for your lover, about her personality, and about her death. she seemed like a kind person, a goddess bestowed with generosity that no one else contained. it felt almost wrong to be jealous, it seemed unreasonable yet perfectly within reason to feel the way you did, a man, your man, loved another. loves another. it wasn’t until weeks later where you finally decided to ask him about it, subtly and patiently waiting for his answer, you didn’t want to pressure him, so you waited. you hadn't asked directly, only asking about his past relationships and never specifying Emma’s relationship with him. but even you had a limit to your patience, you grew restless, questioning if the man you had welcomed into your life was truly yours. when he finally told you, you understood. you knew, or thought you knew, that he was yours and you were his. you visited her grave with him the week after, comforting him as he grieved, but as wrong as it was you couldn’t help but wonder if he would grieve the same way if he were to lose you. it felt wrong, filthy almost, to be thinking of such. as time passed, you’d hear him mumbling Emma’s name in your shared bed, you’d notice that you had given most of your night to weep under the tender light of the moon that caressed you each night, comforted you more than he was. you were losing him and you knew it… but was he ever yours? when you brought it up to him, an argument erupted. it was almost as if this was fate, the string between you and draken were fated to be severed.

“i understand, ken, let’s not do this anymore”.

oh how you wished she was an awful person, someone easy to dislike, because how can one hate an angel? you were tired, tired of watching the distance grow, though you may have been physically close to him, your hearts were miles away, no longer intertwined.

because his heart doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to her…

a/n: sorry this is so rushed and messy,,,

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imagine being kokonoi’s competition in bonten!!

cw !! kidnapping & guns

uses she/her pronouns for reader and ooc koko (maybe??)

you’re both ‘money making geniuses’ and handle finance very very well, that’s why theres a one-sided feud between the two of you, when you first wedge your way into bonten. using nothing but your wits and financial foresight, you convinced Mikey himself to take you in and he does! he makes you work alongside koko in managing the finances of such a powerful gang. at first, you admired koko, his intelligence was unbeatable and his ideas were that of a genius, his tactics, his strategies, everything about him was worthy of worship, that was until you noticed the spite that hid between his teeth as he spoke to you, the lack of approval that he’d spill onto you with each interaction you had. it wasn’t long until you realised he hated you but you couldn’t tell why? what had you done wrong for such treatment? you were just as competent as he so why?

this went on for weeks, the dry responses, the way he would deliberately ignore you and go out of his way to avoid seeing you. you could barely articulate a sentence with him because he’d shut you down so quickly. sometimes you’d work for long hours on end calculating and predicting bonten’s current and future finances, today was no different. you worked until the early hours of the morning and left the building with nothing but the moon’s light bleeding onto the street and a couple of street lamps that’d illuminate small spots on the sidewalk. the subtle click-clack of your shoes and the distant sounds of cars flooded your senses. it was peaceful, eerily peaceful. you could feel multiple pairs of eyes bore into you from all directions as you hurried along, turning back often and seeing nothing but an empty street staring back at you. suddenly, a black cloth covered your mouth and nose as the smell of…. disinfectant? no. chloroform filled your lungs. and then darkness.

you woke up, hours maybe, later. you couldn’t be sure with the headache that threatened to split your brain in half and a dark room engulfing you. bonten had warned you of this, trained you for such situation but how could anyone truly prepare for a kidnapping. you knew to keep your mouth shut no matter the consequences but the cloth wedged your mouth seemed to suffocate you. “good m’orning sweetheart..” you heard, with your arms and legs bound to a chair, turning around to face the disembodied voice proved to be quite difficult. “how are you feeling hmm?” this wasn’t anyone from bonten. you knew it wasn’t. it had to be a rival gang, you’d heard of lower members disappearing but now you knew where. “bonten’s little financial advisor huh? i knew you were good but i wouldn’t have guessed they’d hire a woman, it’s a shame you were so cute” sweat rolled down your face as panic began to throb in your veins. you squeezed your eyes shut like a child hoping to wake from a nightmare, they’ll come save you right? they’ll find you and everything will be okay. you’ll be fine. but how will they find you? no one knows you’re missing. no one knows you stayed late. oh god… your kidnapper must’ve heard your distress because now, a sinister laugh rolled off his lips. Koko…. Anyone…. Footsteps came nearer and nearer until you heard the door swing open and a gunshot ring through the air before a loud thud.

“y/n?!” finally, a familiar voice, you looked up with tears in your eyes, trying your best to turn around. you felt a pair of shaky hands untying the fabric around your limbs before coming face to face with him. this was the first time you had ever seen him worried for someone other than inui. kokonoi hajime, with his chain earring dangling in front of you as he grabbed your shoulders as if you were made of glass and his eyes inspecting you for injuries. you let out a shaky breath as tears brimmed your eyelashes, “i’m so glad you’re safe y/n..” he whispered as he took you into his arms, clearly just as shaken as you are. he took his jacket off and wrapped it around you before helping you to his car. his lingering warmth trapped within the jacket and the gentle smell of his perfume comforted you through the ride back to headquarters, you glanced at koko as he drove. staring at him, this was the first time you’ve ever truly had a look at koko since he successfully avoided you so much. you noticed the way his soft skin was dusted in pink from the cold of the night, the way his eyelashes batted against his cheeks with each time he blinked, the locks of hair that draped over his right eye, he was beautiful.

“are you okay y/n?” he asked, glancing at you slightly before retaining his focus on the road. “mmhm, it’s just that this is the first time i’ve ever really seen you, you avoid me so often that i’ve never really looked at you before” you mumbled, a calmness washing over you.

“i know…. i’m sorry for avoiding you” he spoke, a sense of guilt laced his voice “can i come to you more often y/n?” you’d figured that he was probably threatened by your arrival, being the first and only to compete against koko’s wits and intelligence.

“that’d be nice” you responded.

you place your head onto the window, watching the cars and buildings drift by, yawning as your eyelids grew heavy before a deep sleep overcame your body.

as you reached bonten headquarters, you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your form, carrying you gently up the infamous bonten stairs and though you didn’t open your eyes, you could clearly recognise the executive’s voices, slightly ushered but still very recognisable.

“she’s been through a lot, let me carry her to my office so she can rest” koko’s unmistakable voice whispered.

you felt yourself being carried up another flight of stairs before being put down onto a plush sofa.

“koko?” you called out sleepily, “will you stay with me?”

“i’ll always stay with you” he responded.

a/n: i’m ngl i actually haven’t read much on bonten yet so idk if any of this is correct ☠️ anyways smth about koko being threatened by y/n’s power but falling in love with them <33333 aahhhhh this was not proofread so pardon any mistakes or typos

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you need sunglasses when you look at this man