Ok, yk those au’s where izuku, oboro/kurogiri, Tomura, and Dabi escape AFO early and become a family? Someone give me a fic like that where Tomura realizes he’s being manipulated and finds out abt Nana, Dabi reunites with his family but not Endeavor, it shows how kurogiri regained his memories and him reuniting with Aizawa, Mic, and Midnight and meets shinso, bad parent Inko, bad dad-for-one, afo forcing quirks on Tomura and Izuku, and toga joins their family, and later they save eri, and some grandpa nezu who helped them escape and rebuild their lives, pls, that’s all I want. Oh, and it shows the aftermath of them escaping where they all get therapy and go on to being normal citizens and chasing their dreams they hid or were forced to give up bc of afo or society, that sounds so good to me, does anyone want me to write this?? Writing this all out is making me want to write this but would anyone read it??
What would the name be?
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@dad-for-one asked:
"Kurogiri, I'm fine..." Even now a year after his fight with Toshinori, he would find it hard to breathe, slip up, stumble. And every time he was there to catch him, keep him stable in the privacy between them. The ancient tried to push himself upright only to cough weakly into his hand, blood splattering against a black sleeve. "J-Just a moment I'm sure..."
“Sir...” Kurogiri said softly, watching him cough up blood. Even after a year, his injuries were still so... extensive. “Please, sit for a moment. There is no-one here but us.” There was no need for Hisato to keep pushing himself.
Kurogiri gently led Hisato to sit on the edge of the bed, fussing and trying to get his jacket off. “Here, don’t cough into that, I have a handkerchief you can use...”
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@dad-for-one replied: "I always resort to those yummy little bakery blueberry muffins as a apology to murder myself."
“If I did that, I’d probably just eat them before they made it to the doorstep.” He never did say he was one for self-control. It just . . . usually applied more to Quirks than bakery items.
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“Just pointing out fallacies when I hear them.”
“Not hard to do; since every other word out of your mouth is a lie.”
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One of the most memorable interactions was Saturday. Into our booth strolls a small family, tempted by free samples of freshly brewed tea. We chatter and give them the spiel, that the tea is character merch and we’re a cozy health-based app called Forage Friends.
The young girl zeroes in on our pride pins.
“They have my pin!” She says excitedly. “They have my flag!”
The dad blinks. He is surprised, but also calm and positive when he sees it’s the lesbian flag. “Oh. That’s… different from what you told me.”
“That was months ago, dad.” And she rolls her eyes. Definitely a teenager.
I turn to him and say, “Yeah, dad.” And we share a little laugh about it.
He says, “No, it’s great. That’s amazing, honey. It was just news to me.”
“Well, I guess I just decided to stop lying to myself. About liking guys. Like right now.”
A little lesbian just came out to her dad and he was super cool about it.
I’m standing there in my tie-dye mask and my cheery blue apron pouring tea and making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to cry or compare it to my experience, the fire & brimstone, the disgust, the conditional acceptance as long as I never bring it up.
So as this beautiful bonding is going on, the girl’s even younger brother turns his gaze around. He’s in a snorlax hoodie and bored and wants to go look at the swords across the hall. But on the other side of our booth….
“WHY DO PEOPLE DRAW THAT?” He asks loudly, and we all turn to our neighboring booth.
Our neighbors were extremely lovely people. Every time we had a break we would talk, and we became good friends over the weekend. They kept apologizing that their booth was next to ours and we kept repeating that it was totally fine. Their booth was great. I even bought their merchandise.
The thing that was so contentious, that they felt the need to apologize for, was that they were selling explicit titty hentai stickers of popular characters. They were censored with little yellow R18 labels but the content was very clear.
So back to the family: I freeze and immediately go somewhere else to let dad handle this question. With adult customers I’ve been loud and positive about our neighbors. (“Man, how has it been boothing next to them?” It’s been great! They bring a lot of foot traffic and they’re kind and wonderful professional neighbors. If anything it’s a fun juxtaposition. We believe in artistic freedom. I bought a sticker too!)
But this is a kid, it’s not my place to explain anything…. But I was extremely curious about what this chill dad would say.
“Well,” dad says with a long measured silence between each word. “Sometimes people are horny.”
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Prompt:
Instead of Dick or Tim, Red Hood straight up goes for kidnapping Bruce Wayne and keeping him hostage just to see how desperate the birds get in trying to find him.
It’s a foolproof plan. Batman won’t blow his cover unless absolutely necessary, and “Brucie” would never know how to slip away from a crime lord of Red Hood’s caliber. It’s foolproof. It’s perfect. Jason can keep dropping hints and make threats towards the birds and watch Bruce squirm without consequences if he plays this right.
But then “Brucie” keeps begging him not to hurt his kids…
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