A/N: How fuckin’ hard is it finding a fuckin’ pic of Shig in his big daddy coat y’all ohfuohafauf. Anyway, dis is the second part to my Housewife Chronicles series, next will be Dabi, and I’ll be done!
this morning on twitter i said: hey guys give me tommy happy prompts i draw him sad too much and someone said tommy adopting friend and so i whipped this up and not. not two fucking minutes after i post this they go live and well. the curse of prophesy lay heavy on my shoulders today
It was difficult to tell in the manga, but I think the way this scene was animated makes it very clear that the bleeding is a substitute for tears; if Dabi was physically capable of crying, he would have been crying here by the sea.
He’d just come face to face with and spoken to his father for the first time in ten years, and all his father could say to him was “you’re the one who murdered Snatch!” Endeavor could so easily recognize the villain responsible for a minor hero’s death, but he couldn’t recognize his own son. What Dabi had just learned was that even after dying, even after returning from the dead, and even after becoming a notorious criminal, he still couldn’t get his father to see him.
From chapters 301-302, we can tell that Touya’s tears were heavily linked with his desire to be seen and despair at being ignored.
Here he is suspecting that even Natsuo won’t look at him:
Here he is crying while training to impress his father:
Assuming his tear ducts burned away at Sekoto Hill, here he is having his last proper cry—
—while waiting for his father who will never show up.
Touya died without ever managing to get his father to look at him, and I think buried deep in Dabi’s subconscious there is still the desperate desire to be acknowledged by his father somehow.
Dabi doesn’t give a damn about Snatch, but he spent hours either consciously or subconsciously trying to recall who he was until he finally remembered. Why did he think about Snatch so hard? Because Endeavor brought him up, and if Endeavor remembered Snatch before remembering his own son, this Snatch person must be pretty important, right? Wrong. Snatch was just a small time, rank-less hero who’s last words were
“You ever stop and think about the families who gotta live with that loss?”
Recalling Snatch’s last words was probably the straw that broke the camel’s back and made Dabi start bleeding because, given how much Touya cared about his father’s attention, there’s no way Dabi hadn’t wondered about his father’s reaction to his death. A part of Dabi probably thought the death and everything after was worth it if it set him up as someone his father would finally look at. A part of him probably hoped his father would recognize him when he approached in Fukuoka.
What Dabi learned from his encounter with Hawks and Endeavor, an encounter in which his father remembered Snatch of all people but couldn’t remember Touya, is that the victims Snatch talked about—the ones with “families who gotta live with that loss”—Touya is not one of them. His father couldn’t be bothered to look at him when he was alive and he still can’t be bothered after he’s dead.
It was the harshest reminder of a pain that Touya was all too familiar with, the pain of being ignored when he wished he could have been seen. Dabi is Touya, and his physical response to the emotions is as reflexive as when he was a child—he got worked up and started crying.
GENRE. angst, smut, fluff if you squint, mean!suna, soulmate, high school/college
GEN. TAGS. some fucked up family drama, bullying, violence, blood, corruption kink, explicit smut, addiction
TW. mentions of defloration & oral sex, languages, undertones of addiction, usage of cigarette
PLAYLIST. alejandro – lady gaga [slowed], two ghosts – harry styles, crashing – illenium ft. bahari, killshot – magdalena bay, urs – niki
MASTERLIST.
second.
“I’ll fucking destroy her.” I popped a gum, feet on the dashboard while looking straight ahead, daydreaming of things that I wanted to do with my life.
The bastard beside me chuckled, manning the steering wheel to the right and speeding right up.
“Who? Your momma?” Sakusa Kiyoomi asked, intrigued and malice audible in his tone. When was it something else, really? This bastard always sounded as if he wanted to fight the whole world with the venom on his tongue alone.
I chortled back, never minding it. I’ve been with him for three years to even complain about his piss-poor attitude now. After all, I’m not much different. If not, I’m worse.
“She’s not my momma. And where the fuck are we going anyways?” I sat upright, chewing away the remaining flavor of my gum. Really. I would’ve preferred a fucking cig right now. But Coach gave me an earful earlier, telling me that I have to lessen the booze and my ‘cancer sticks’ if I want to join the team next season.
Omi frowned his usual. “Don’t ask me, I don’t fucking know.”
Ahead of us was Atsumu Miya’s sports car. Inside was his twin, Osamu. I didn’t know where the fuck were we headed at this point. He merely grabbed us out of the gym to ‘meet some chicks’, he said.
Omi didn’t want to go, nor was I. He’d rather scoop himself up in their million dollar worth mansion and jerk off to his step-sister’s picture rather than go with Atsumu. And I’d rather sleep today. Or maybe fuck that cheerleading chick who’s been eyeing me for a while now.
If we meet some high school girls, I’ll lose my mind. They weren’t my type. I’d prefer some MILF’s to gobble up my cock.
“Don’t tell me we’re headed for some high school pussies,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “And for fuck’s sake, you’re driving a McLaren: speed it up.”
“Eat shit, Suna,” Omi replied flatly. “We’re on a public road.”
With that, my eyebrow cocked up. “Since when did you care about running on a living thing?” His attitude was so vile that I didn’t think he gave a damn about road protocols. I meant, his father owned half of this city. If he’d run on someone, I’d bet my life the damaged person would apologize for crossing the pedestrian. He could buy our soul if he wanted to.
“Don’t fucking tell me—” Omi hissed, eyes squinting at Atsumu’s bumper. “Where the fuck are we?”
I leaned back on the bullet seat. “I fucking knew it,” I grated, examining the familiar uniforms of high school girls passing by the side road.
When it comes to pussy, Atsumu’s sixth sense would be unstoppable. Last Saturday, he’d forced us to go to a karaoke with a bunch of squealing, star-eyed girls. He was the only one who enjoyed it. The three of us had been so close to flipping the table over. To be honest, I was surprised Omi didn’t go ballistic in all the noise.
Atsumu jumped off of his car, followed by Osamu. He looked at our direction, motioning his middle finger at us with a shit-eating grin on his face.
I popped another gum into my mouth, my jaw throbbing with pain with every chew. It hadn’t been two days since I got into a fight, so the dull ache was still being a bitch.
Omi might’ve noticed the way I winced, for he said with a click of his tongue, “You still goin’ to the Pit?”
I watched Atsumu stare at someone’s ass. Osamu leaned on the side of the car, looking at the students with disinterest. Bringing my arms behind my head, I said, “Yeah.”
Omi pressed some kind of button inside. The car doors slowly extended out like bird wings, earning a lot of glimmering eyes from the students walking past by. This piece of shit really liked showing off.
“If you need money, all you have to do is ask,” he reassured.
Must be nice being born with a golden spoon in my mouth, I thought to myself. But I have been born that way. Someone else just took it away.
“Dude, you’re gon’ make me cry,” I quipped, fake-sobbing.
Omi shook his head, departing the car. “No shit. I’m serious.”
Stepping outside myself, I chuckled. “I do shit my own, Sakusa.”
Omi just shook his head as we made our way towards the entrance of the high school. He knew there’s no convincing me.
I buried my hands inside my pockets, ignoring the loud stares from the passersby. Of course, they’d be too interested in us. We were from Redlands, after all. The womb that gives birth to the bastards of this town. Ironically.
“The fuck are we doing here?” I stood beside Osamu, who had a scowl of someone who had his balls crushed.
“Catching pussies,” Atsumu answered, lighting a cig. With one flick of his lighter, the security guard from nearby shouted, ruddy frame stomping towards us. Atsumu groaned, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket.
“Ya high school boys really—”
Atsumu slapped a hundred dollar in his face. The security guard attempted to retort back but Atsumu slapped another hundred. He turned on his heels and walked away from us in an instant.
I leaned on the side of Atsumu’s car beside Osamu. I didn’t fucking know what the fuck Atsumu’s plan was, but it wouldn’t harm to go to the flow while killing time.
“Isn’t your childhood friend studying here?” Osamu suddenly asked.
Fucking hell, I wanted to smoke. My tongue was burning without it. If this continues, I’d completely freeze and die. “Not my childhood friend. She’s a classmate from middle school.” Fuck me if I had any friends growing up.
“She went with us last time, right? Why didn’t you talk to her?” Osamu proceeded.
From his other side, Omi added, “Simple: he’s fucked her.”
“Damn you, Omi. It’s fucking middle school,” I deadpanned.
It was true that I was notorious at one-night-stands. I didn’t repeat girls. They only have one ticket to my bed and that was it. After fucking them stupid, it’s good bye. And not once did I make the effort to become friendly with them. A fuck’s a fuck. No more, no less.
“Yeah? I’d bet my soul you had your first blowjob in elementary. And your first cunt in middle school.”
I chortled throatily. Well, he was wrong at the blowjob part. I got it in middle school, as well. The same time I’ve fucked a virgin. Thinking about it now, my dick hadn’t even fully stood up by then. Just hard enough to rip some hymen.
“Stop being disgusting for once,” Osamu hissed in revulsion. “And where the fuck’s Atsumu?”
Alright, I wasn’t going to waste my time here, as well. I fished my phone in my pockets, scrolling through my phonebook. If I couldn’t drink myself to oblivion tonight, I’d fuck some chick to nirvana instead.
What do we have here? Steph, Sam, Olivia— Omi’s fucked this girl already. I swiped delete before scrolling again. Veronica, Elise, Blue— wait the fuck up.
Blue, a.k.a. my next plaything.
To Blue: where are you? ya still alive?
No reply. What’s this woman doing? I’ve never sent a double-message with anyone before. But after Saturday, she told me she was doing some kind of reviewer so I’d let her go. It’s Monday and she hadn’t returned any of my messages yet.
Yes, she. Blue’s a she. She’s confirmed it herself. I meant, I would’ve fucking mind had it been otherwise.
“They’re here,” Osamu stated, straightening up. “The loud chicks from before.”
I was going to fucking die. I could feel it. “Omi,” I called out, motioning for a cig. Omi shook his head then tossed me his pack. I found one inside. Like a fucking addict, I lit one in the blink of an eye.
There they were with Atsumu, walking towards us with the biggest smile on their faces. I could see the girl from middle school, as well. Looking meek as always.
I blew out smoke, not really interested. My virgin sensor was loud and blaring. And I didn’t want an intact-hymen on my bed tonight.
“Hi!” One girl waved her hands on our faces. She’s cute, I’d give that to her. But she looked as if she’d bawl her eyes out once I pushed the tip in.
Not remembering her name, I only nodded in recognition. Same goes with the two fuckers beside me.
“Rintarō, it’s nice to see you again.”
I whipped my head towards the voice. “Nadine.”
She smiled fondly, her eyes softening. Alright, the submissive spirit surrounding her might’ve tickled my balls. I wanted to fuck her before, but not anymore.
“Hey, hey! Y/N!” The loud girl suddenly yelled, running after someone. She quickly slung her arms with the other girl to pull her closer to our group. “This is our friend, Y/N. She wasn’t with us last time for certain reasons but she’s here now—” The loud girl nudged the other girl’s ribs. The latter threw her friend a shrouded look.
“Lila,” she clipped.
“Osamu Miya,” the bastard beside me introduced, offering his hand politely to the new girl.
What the fuck? I exchanged knowing looks with Omi. That spoke volumes.
The girl stared at his hand before lifting her face. She looked constipated. And so goddamn familiar. Where have I seen her again?
Right. She’s that girl who grabbed me by the hem of my shirt. That girl who thought she’s some kind of WWE Wrestler to come at me.
She took Osamu’s hand and shook it gently. “Y/N. Nice to meet you—”
Tossing my cigarette bud to the ground, I interrupted, “What the fuck are you doing here, Help?”
She tensed, tensed before looking at me. Then she plastered an awkward smile before saying, “Do I know you?”
Heloo, can you do a soft dom shigaraki headcanons please 😣😳
CW: 18+ Minors DNI, soft dom (?), smut , Shigaraki, fingering, swearing idk this is the cleanest thing I’ve ever written ig
Pretty Shiggy fucker makes brain go AWOOGA, I also did GN on this
Soft Dom Shiggy.?!1
Number one service dom in the world
Who also struggles with fat cock disease
So gentle with his little baby too, you’re sore and he’d apologize so sincerely too, “I’m so sorry baby, i tried to not make it hurt too much. It wont hurt too much next time now drink up” he’ll say while pushing the glass of water to your lips while smiling softly. But he was teasing. He’d be just as rough when he gets on top of you.
You’ve also become such a pillow princex while being with him. He just makes them come nonstop and you’re just creaming and convulsing for hours.
EYE CONTACT
He makes eye contact while giving oral sex and its the sweetest thing in the world that makes you weak in the knees. It’s not just the schmeat.
Shigaraki praises you until you’re basically beaming with a small smile on your face. “Look at you pretty baby” he says with a smile on his face “you’re so good when you take it. That’s right baby take it”
His aftercare is A1 too, he brings you water, a peeled tangerine or some pre-cut fruits then cleans you off in the bath later on when you catch your energy and whispers nice things in your ear.
He’s really rough in bed though.
Shigaraki flipped the body under over onto their stomach as he inserted himself in again holding down the small of their back as he pounded closely into them.
He tries to keep his work attitude and his attitude towards you very different so he’s not angry at you or scaring you.
BRATS BEWARE OF SHIGARAKI TOMURA FOR HE IS THE SCARIEST BRAT TAMER IN THE WORLD
Shigaraki IS a soft dom BUT when you’re a brat and you’re just ruined by this man and he does it all with a warm smile on his face.
“Oh come on pretty, you got it” he says as he continued to finger their hole as he smiled down at you “you don’t hate daddy right? You love daddy and you’re gonna behave for him right?’’
Please someone Hard or Soft Dom Shigaraki I just need him plz
Please make another part. Make Suna regret cheating. Let her date Osamu and be happy.
pt.1
Suna regrets it, he really did. He doesn't realise how used he has become around you. How cute your smile and behaviour when you're with him, or how you always make him comfortable. It's always been like that.
It's always you who gave everything to him, and he recognised it. That's why he doubt your relationship. He doesn't feel comfortable how you can easily give in to him, but he can't do the same thing to you. He can't give all of him because he doesn't have anything for you.
He never told anyone, but his relationship with you is the longest he ever had. That's why he's scared. He doesn't know how long you can put up with him. How long until he had enough and get bored with you. Or how long until you realise he doesn't have anything, and you eventually left him.
He wanted to believe that he loves you, sadly he can't. Loyalty was never on his book, tho he did try his best when he's with you. Blame him and his popularity, but he's always the one to mess around with different people.
He gets bored quickly, especially when he's not with you or when the practice got cancelled. And when his ex calls him to hang out for a bit, he can't refuse it. He feels sorry that he agrees to be with someone else when clearly, you should be his priority.
(y/n) should be home by now. It's ok if I went out with her, no? It's not like I'm cheating. I'm just going to accompany her and talk for a bit. I'll text (y/n) later.
He accepts her offer, then went to the place they used to go together and wait for her. When Suna saw his ex, he greets her but got surprised when she abruptly kissed him. He pulls away and quickly rushes somewhere else. Afraid that somehow, you can see him and misunderstand the situation.
The next day, he keeps thinking about the kiss. There was nothing special about it, but the lingering feeling of guilt stays with him.
He already feels terrible and wants to forget it, but when you came to his class and shows him the picture of him and his ex, he can't do anything.
He's shocked. Suna doesn't want to remember yesterday's event. He wishes you could slap him and forgive him, then forget it ever happen. He's afraid because he can't explain himself, and that's why he snaps at you, which makes it even worse.
Now he's watching you, cheering for someone else with a proud smile on your pretty face. You are standing in the crowd, wearing a slightly bigger jersey with number 2 at the back. He can't ignore the jealously feeling that grew on him every time he sees you with Osamu.
The only thing that he could do is to let go. If Osamu is better for you, then he has to accept it.
I have to let go. Suna let out a deep sigh. I'll have to let go.
-end-
notes: soooooo how was that? hehehe... this is short i know, but i can't think about anything else. Hope you enjoy it! 😊
Suna Rintarou, your boyfriend for two years, he's the one that you've always love. The only reason for you to always try your best to be the perfect girlfriend. Sadly, he doesn't seem to notice your effort at all, and it makes you wonder, has he ever truly loved you?
He was nice to you, more than any other people have ever done. That's why when Suna ask you out, you don't want to let him go. You tell yourself that you will be whatever he wants, so he will not choose someone else than you. Still, it looks like that idea doesn't work. You've tried so many times, and now you're tired.
"Suna," with his hands in his pockets, he turns his back to look at you. "what is it?" you're fiddling with your fingers, feeling afraid to ask him. "it's dark outside, I think it will rain. Can you drive me home?" he sighs and walks away, "I can't, have practice."
You watch his back and mutter silently, "ah, ok." You expected this answer, but still, it stings. It’s only a simple request, at least he could be less harsh with his words. You used to think that Suna will do anything for you, but he proves you wrong. He was kind and very considering at first, and you fell for that. It's your fault for trusting him.
The sky is getting darker, you didn't bring an umbrella with you, and your house is pretty far from the school. You have no other options but to walk since Suna can't drive you home. Better be hurry before it starts to rains. You put on your jacket, change your shoes and went home.
Luck was never on your side when you need it. Suddenly the rain is pouring hard and forcing you to find a shelter. You quickly ran to the nearest store and went inside to wait. Feeling hungry, you went to the ramen section, pick a random one and pay for it.
Well, I might as well enjoy the rain with hot ramen. You open the ramen and pour hot water inside. You sat in front of the window, staring at the rain outside while waiting for your ramen to cook. The mood is quite calming, besides your slightly wet clothes and socks, you can use this moment to relax, trying to distract yourself from school works and other responsibilities.
You doze off for a moment before you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing across the store you're sitting. Is that Suna? You squint your eyes due to the distance. It seems like he's waiting for someone. You check your phone just in case he called or message you, but you find nothing. You look up and saw a girl in a different uniform approaching him and kiss him.
Stunned, you take a picture of them before they went away. Not even bother to take a look, you put your phone away. You're not that surprised since you know sooner or later, Suna will get tired of you. He stops hanging out with you, doesn't show affection as much as he was and often ignores you.
So he is cheating on me, but for how long? Does she worth it? I guess she is. She is prettier than me, so it's not a wonder if he chose her over me.
Your eyes stings, perhaps you forget to blink your eyes while thinking about them, or maybe it's the ache in your heart. Two years of you trying your best for him was never enough. Hold it (y/n).You're not a kid. How fucking embarrassing it will be to cry in a public place. You continue to stare at your ramen. The hot steam from the ramen hits your eyes, making it even more watery.
"creep." you hear someone whose standing beside you speak. You blink away your tears and turn your head only to meets a boy with blue eyes and dyed grey hair. He's holding a pudding and a bunch of onigiris. "Osamu." You greet him, and he took a seat beside you.
How can you not recognise this boy, the famous spiker in Inarizaki. "Why would you take a picture of them? I know you like Suna, but you should put your feelings away and stop being a stalker, you know." with a straight face, he looks at where Suna and the girl were standing before.
You glare at him and say, "stalker? who's stalking that fuckface." He chuckled at the nickname you gave him. "I thought you like Suna since you've been clinging to him every day.'' ah, so he didn't tell his friend about me. "Nah, I hate him." He looks at you and your ramen, then gives you his onigiri. You accept it with a small thanks.
"Are you sure? hate is a strong word." You drink your tea to calm yourself before you continue. "You're right. I didn't hate him. I fucking despise him." He laughs audibly, didn't even try to restrain himself. "What did he even do? Cheat on you?" he shakes his head and open the onigiri.
Feeling annoyed, you act surprised and say, "How could you know?!" He stops laughing and looks at you with a shocked expression. "Oh shit, it's true? Sorry, I don't know. I thought you were stalking him and feeling sad 'cause he has a date with him."
You continue eating, wishing he would just shut his mouth, but he turns to you and says. "Ah! Is that why you take pictures of them?" you scoffed at him. "No shit, sherlock. I thought you were supposed to be the smart siblings." He finished his onigiri and opened the pudding, giving you the extra spoon which you takes instantly.
"Don't cry over him. There are people worth more than that scum bag." You didn't know talking with Osamu would be this fun, and it feels like you're talking with an old friend. Feeling slightly relieved, you continue with your food. Both of you continue to talk while waiting for the rain to stops.
The rain has stopped, and you feel sleepy. You have finished your food and decided to went home. "Thank you. For calling me a creep and accompanying me talking shit about him." He put on a small smile and says, "Don't mention it. Where's your house anyway? Is it near?"
You told him your address. "Mine's two blocks away from your house. Mind if I walk you home?" You smile and walks home together. Your mood wasn't as bad as before, thanks to Osamu.
On the very next day, you went to Suna's classroom to talk with him. "Can we talk?" he lifted his head and groans. "What do you want?" You showed him the picture you took yesterday. "How's your volleyball practise yesterday?" He rises from his seat and says, "It's not what you think (y/n). The Practice got cancelled, and she forced me to accompany her."
"Oh yeah? Well, it surely doesn't seem like you're forced to when you let her kissed you." You look up at him, holding yourself not to slap his face. What a fuckface. "Ok, I'm sorry. Can we stop talking about this? It's just a friendly kiss, don't worry too much." He tries to avoid your eyes, not wanting to feel guilty over yesterday's incident.
"You tell me to brush it off? How the fuck can I do that? You're straight up ditching me and didn't even bother to ask if I went home safely, yet you're hanging out with another girl?" you can tell that he's frustrated, and you're causing a scene, but you don't give a damn about that.
"Fuck, you're so annoying! Do you think I want to be with you all the time? I should have called this off a long time ago." he stops for a moment to realise what he just said. "So you want to break up? That's ok. You suck anyway. Loving you is tiresome, Suna." You exit his classroom, not minding the stares you get from the other students.
You continue your day just fine. Your friends tried to cheer you up and ask you to hang out after school, but you decline their offer. You are not in the mood for hanging out with them today. All you need is food and a fluffy blanket while watching some movies in your bedroom.
As the bell rang, you soon collecting your things and went outside, only to find Osamu waiting near your classroom's door, playing with his phone. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He looks at you with his usual straight face and says, "I was waiting for you. I thought you'll be walking home alone from now on. Since our house is close, let's walk together."
-end-
notes: I'm bad at deciding the genre or description 😔 Hope you enjoy the story!!
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