fantasizing about you fantasizing about me
Eggshells and Dynamite
shigaraki tomura x reader
r18
wordcount: 7,700
beta’d by the indomitable: katsupeen @katsukeen
[soulmate AU, soft yandere, but like….very soft, gentle yan yknow?, shigaraki-centric, protective shigaraki, hand thirst, panty theft, slight stalking, kinda sorta kidnapping its complicated, allusion to panic attacks, explicit content, mentions of food, canon typical violence]
Your soulmate is a world class villain. That figures…
The man at your register looks about two seconds from keeling over. They don’t really school you on customer rescue during training at the SpeedTrip Convenience Store. Usually your MO is to ignore whatever’s in front of you and just run through your script, but you’re genuinely worried this guy is going to pass out on your counter.
So you ask, “You okay there, champ?”
The answer: Not really. He hasn’t slept in two days. He hasn’t eaten in sixteen hours. All of his focus has been dedicated to planning the LOVs next move. He hadn’t wanted to leave the hideout at all, but he needs caffeine, and despite his censure of the constant complaints about the place, the mustiness was beginning to get to him as well. Regardless, he didn’t intend to even look you in the eyes while he went about his business, but now his stare is hard and sharp on your face.
It’s an innocuous question, but it makes him seethe. A boiling low in his gut like the anticipation before a fight, like the rancid suspense before his quirk makes contact.
You’re holding out his change (250yen), and the little plastic bag with his purchase in it (three bottles of an energy drink the color of live uranium), and the smile on your face is so vacant and vapid he wants to slap everything out of your hands, he wants to bite you like a wild dog.
You have no idea what you’ve done.
controlled burn
Controlled burn, noun: the practice of intentionally setting a fire. When a wildfire enters an area, a controlled burn site can reduce the intensity of the fire or prevent the fire from crossing the area entirely.
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Memories, you're told, are a small price to pay for putting guardrails on your cursed technique.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.
pairing: shoko x f!reader, getou x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, a whole lotta implications all around these four people and different relationships among them. and if you squint, there might be a little bit of a yuuta-reader dynamic...
word count: 3.5k I ao3 link
cws: memory alternation/erasure, ANGST, grief/mourning, unreliable narrator, ambiguous/open ending, allusions to electroshock therapy via the similarities of the memory alteration/erasure method used, smut-adjacent (aftermath only), constant allusions/references to jjk spoilers.
notes: this afternoon clown anon replied to a dm i didn't remember sending at 1am this morning. i sat down and this possessed me. i forgot everything else. here we are. it's been a long time since i read jjk so please forgive me any inconsistencies and esp since i haven't read modulo. i read this once for typos and now i am paper airplaning it to you. okay juni out!
You cannot keep your memories.
This has been explained to you time after time. They explain it to you with kind, caring expressions that flake at the edges, that peel and peel and peel to the annoyance underneath. They explain. You ask again. They explain. You ask again.
They grow tired. The masks flake more at the edges, peel higher. You can see it.
You ask anyway.
“I don’t remember why,” you say. “I don’t understand.”
They shorten the explanation. You’re aware that they are cutting closer and closer to the root, that a wrenching pull is coming; a weed knows when it has been poisoned.
You ask anyway.
The only one who is kind about it is Yuuta. He's the only one of the new generation involved. The weight of the ▉—the ▉—the clan. He never shortens the explanation. He sits with you, his face kind, his voice like freshwater. He’s young. Younger than you, only a handful of years older than S▉g▉▉was when he—when he—when he—
"I don't remember," you say. "I don't understand."
spideybkg hates your guts (request)
@kanaemii suggested spiderman!bakugo and the only thing i could think was "that dude would be so bad at having a secret identity."
also NO shut up this is not the same basic setup as WEIRDO water you talking abt.
let it be known,,,, this started as a drabble request. (~3.7k)
You've been living here for two years, and you know exactly three things about your next door neighbor:
1. He's loud as fuck
He talks loud. He walks loud. Listens to loud music. The fucker even manages to sleep loud; some nights, you can hear him snoring through the goddamn wall.
2. He’s fucking weird
Always comes home at random times of night (which you only know because you don’t exactly have a healthy sleep schedule either, but hey, this dissertation isn’t going to write itself.) But, also, one time, you swear you see him climbing in his window through the fire escape, which like… you live on the tenth floor, so what the fuck?
3. He hates your fucking guts
This you know because he says it to your face, in so many words.
horniest battle moments:
- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself
- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand
- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon
- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths
Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.
licking at the bulge through the underwear and sucking on the bulge through the underwear and rubbing your cheek against it and whining for it and
