Ochako Saved Toga The Only Way She Knew How.

Pet peeve of mine is when people act like Shigaraki having any suave, or speaking skills would be out of character. Like, yes, he is a gamer and a brat. But he was also serving lines such as; "All that lives and breathes presses on the weight in my soul. So then, why shouldn’t I destroy it? Why must I suffer it? When this world falls, we’ll see the glorious new horizon that awaits. So why not lend me a hand? I’ll show you the halls of heaven and the depths of hell.” Like?? This bitch was raised by All For One. He knows how to fucking talk. And he knows how to be dramatic.

toga and some shigarakis

gn this makes me giggle every time i see it

"Love, Shigaraki ఌ"

ima start ending all my posts with this shit

[Meeting for the first time]

Natasha: What do you do?

Y/N: I race cars.

Natasha: Do you win many races?

Y/N: No, the cars are much faster.

Person A: “I thought you were my friend, don’t you care about me at all?”

Person B: “Friends don’t try to use emotional blackmail on each other, every time things aren’t going their way.”

Person A: “That’s not what I-”

Person B: “It is, and I’m done letting you force me into things I’m not comfortable with by constantly weaponizing my feelings.”

Y/n: *starts screaming from their room* 

Nat: *runs in*

Nat, looking around aimlessly: ARE YOU OKAY?!

Y/n, standing on their bed: There’s a spider! 

Nat: You can’t just scream like that! 

Y/n: *pouts*

Nat: *sighs* 

Nat: Where is it? 

Y/n, smirking: Under the bed…

Nat: *looks under y/n’s bed* 

Peter: Hi Nat (: 

Nat:

Nat: You’re both idiots, you know that? 

Steve, walking in smiling: They got you too huh? 

Natasha: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Y/n:

Kate:

Yelena:

Y/n: who won gold?

HAWKS ANGST!!!! 🫡 Im ready captain.

just gonna put content warning here; reader dies due to complication during childbirth!

post war, keigo is ready to settle down. he's got this desk job as president of the commission, and he looks forward to coming home to you every night. snuggling up like usual, though there's an absence that makes the bed feel emptier at night. he doesn't have to watch out for feathers or an appendage when he tosses and turns.

it's two years post war and four years into your relationship when he brings up having kids and starting a family. by now, the two of you have had the marriage talk and agreed that marriage wasn't exactly necessary-- but if it happened, it would happen.

but kids?

you weren't sure where the whole family talk was coming from. you knew about the ugly childhood he had, and how he still struggles with blame and responsibility. he wanted to have kids even with all of that trauma?

the topic is dropped after a quick argument that leaves the both of you sick to your stomach and lying back to back with each other to sleep that night. he doesn't bring up kids for a bit after that, but the universe always has ways of fucking with either one of you-- and one day several months down the line, you slam a positive pregnancy test down in front of him while he sits at his desk as he works from home.

and yes, eventually; you fall in love with the idea of having kids with keigo. it's kind of hard not to while you're actively carrying one with him.

and it all goes smoothly, keigo is so soft and doting to you, he makes you appreciate every day as it comes when he lies at night against your side, cooing soft words into the skin of your swollen stomach. the toothy grins he shoots you when he receives a kick back when he's placing feather-like kisses along your bump.

he leans in so eagerly to the whole family thing, the future he had been hoping for since he settled into his position at work, that you're afraid he's preparing a little too much for it.

keigo thought he was prepared for fatherhood.

he was not prepared for the sound of a flat-lining heart monitor in the middle of your daughter's delivery.

and even more now, several years later; on the anniversary of your death-- your childs birthday-- it haunts him. he struggles with the fact that he simultaneously lost the most important person in his life while also gaining one on the same day.

he never knows how to spend these days anymore, since his daughter turned 15. she looks too much like you. acts too much like you, he can see it in her eyes and when she makes certain faces at him even though you haven't been around at all to teach her how to make those expressions.

how does she know how to do them so well that it causes his gut to react so violently?

it's her 20th birthday this time. for the past four years she's been visiting your grave by herself. it's tradition-- she visits, spends about ten minutes meditating and dreaming about what you would look like if you were alive today (though she knows what you look like, keigo keeps pictures around the house. he's not that far down in denial anymore) and then she leaves a small joint and a half burned cigarette.

keigo always told her that you never finished cigarettes-- you only smoke when you drank, and could never finish a full one. and even though keigo doesn't like to know that his daughter is smoking, he knows who's leaving the joints. he finds them every year when he visits, hours after his daughter has left and has moved on to whatever plans she had scheduled for the night.

maybe he'll confront her one day about it. he knows he won't, because if you were here-- you'd be sitting on the balcony sharing it with her anyway.

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[At breakfast]

Wanda: How did the date go?

Y/N: I bet Yelena was really enjoying her time with you.

Kate: [frowns] She wouldn't even kiss me.

Y/N: Nice girls don't kiss on the first date, Kate. Wanda wouldn't kiss me until our third date.

Wanda: ...

Y/N: It made the sex on the first two dates very impersonal.

Wanda: [chokes on her coffee]

Kate: [stares at Y/N in shock]