Tomura: Fuck Off, Old Man.

like i really do think twitter has represented the worst parts of the internet and humanity as a whole, and i’m personally not thrilled to see people who thrived in that environment join this one

Y/N: I have stability.

Y/N: Ability to stab.

Natasha: No!

*the team laughs*

You’re an underground pro hero and you get invited to a heroes event. There are all sorts of paparazzi and media there snapping pictures, recording, and interviewing the heroes.

After the event, you’re watching back an interview you did and you notice Hawks walking by in the background and he stops and looks at you like you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.

In one of his interviews, you walk by and he pauses to pass you a glance and he turns back to the camera like “Who is that? 😳🥵”

when you have an itch on your back, you flop down on top of him and whine about the itch, writhing like a dog trying to scratch your back against him, begging him for help. he pulls a face, reels his hands back as you squirm, “why must you come to me with such demands? are you not a whole grown adult?”

“because you scratch my back the best,” you whimper. “please?”

he clicks his tongue and puts his phone to the side, “i totally wasn’t in the middle of anything, it’s fine, sure,” he grumbles, but ultimately, he lowers his hand to indeed, scratch your back, hands coming under your shirt to gently, barely, dig his nails in to quell the sensation, listening to your directions of ‘up, left, little lower.’ you mewl and relax against him as he hits the spot giving you the most trouble, and you hear him sigh.

“you’re literally like an animal,” he mutters, but you hear the smirk in his voice.

“woof,” you offer him, stretching happily as the hand scratching your back slowly stops, leaving his thumb to gently smooth over the now warm skin.

“and for the record, i shouldn’t just be the best one who scratches your back- i’d better be the only one.”

you smile and nod, not making a move to get up as his other arm rests on your back, using you as a prop to keep his phone in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, merely keeping one hand to smooth up and down your back, the other thumbing through his phone as you slowly feel your eyes grow heavy from the soft touch and the love in the air.

ok hear me out; Keigo personally funds a gravestone for Jin after the war that he visits and maintains it as often as his schedule permits

he goes through periods of guilt where he feels like he doesn't deserve to face him and mourn like that so he won't visit for a while, but he always comes back with a pack of cigarettes and fresh flowers after not too long

(he also helps Ochako fund a gravestone for Himiko and they put it right next to Jin's)

Takami Keigo!

Black Squadron has just returned from a mission:

Leia: Well done. You're dismissed.

Poe: Thanks, mom.

Everyone:

Poe: Why is everyone staring at me?

Jess: You just called the General "mom". You said "thanks, mom".

Poe: What? No, I didn't! I said "thanks, man".

Leia: Do you see me as a mother figure, Dameron?

Poe: No! If anything, I see you as a bother figure 'cause you're always bothering me.

Karé: Hey, show your mother some respect!

Poe: I didn't call her "mom"!

Leia: No, no, no, no, Poe. I take it as a compliment.

Snap: It's not a big deal. I called Karé "mom" once and she's my wife.

Poe: Guys, jump on that! Snap is really weird.

Jess: Old news! But you calling General Organa "mommy"—

Poe: Hey, "mommy" is not on the table here.

Suralinda: You did call her "mom", dude.

Poe: You shut up. You're a liar. You almost exposed our location to the whole galaxy for an article!

Suralinda: Alright, alright. I was actually going to expose you for that story. I lie all the time. Everyone knows I lied about that, but the mom thing? That happened.

Poe: Aha! She admitted it! Suralinda is a liar!

Leia: I believe you—

Poe: Thank you.

Leia: —Son, do you want to talk about it over some tea?

Poe: ...I'd like that.

thinking again about vampirism as disability

toga and some shigarakis

Natasha: May I buy you a drink?

Y/N: Alcohol is bad for my legs.

Natasha: Do they swell?

Y/N: No, they spread.