Madara is practically deadweight where he leans against Tobirama’s side. He stumbles and Tobirama has to grab his waist to keep him vertical. Perhaps he should have watched how much champagne the man was throwing back as the night went on.
Party guests dwindle and Tobirama just wants to go home and be done with this whole fiasco for the night.
Unfortunately, no one feels inclined to give him that respite.
“Elder Brother,” Tobirama calls out, practically dragging Madara across the room, throwing the man’s arm over his shoulder to make moving easier. “Take your best friend home.”
Hashirama blinks at Tobirama slowly before tilting his head to the side slightly, pouting a little.
“Aren’t you going to take him?” he asks and Tobirama freezes. Perhaps he hadn’t thought through all the details of this plan. He purses his lips, glancing to the side and spotting Satomi chatting with one of Mito’s friends.
“I have to make sure Satomi-san gets home safely,” he says, just as Satomi spots him and makes her way over.
“Oh don’t worry about that,” she says smoothly, a dangerously sly grin on her face. “I’ll take your car home and you can drive Madara-san to his place. That way you two can have some alone time .”
“Satomi, I couldn’t–!”
“I insist!” she says, slipping her fingers into Tobirama’s jacket to snatch his keys. With Madara’s bulk keeping his hands occupied, he stands no chance in stopping her. He opens his mouth to protest, but the words swiftly die on his lips when Madara shoves his face into Tobirama’s neck, humming.
“You smell good,” he slurs, loud as usual. Tobirama feels his face heat as he looks to the ceiling for answers he knows he will not find. He doesn’t really have a choice, does he? It will add legitimacy to their engagement if they go home together, he supposes.
“Fine,” he says to Satomi, pointedly ignoring his brother’s shining grin. He turns his head to Madara, lifting his chin to look into dark, hazy eyes. “Where are your keys?” he asks.
Denki knows he’s an unbearable morning person, he’s been reminded of it his entire life. But there’s just something about the opening shift at Bakugou’s cafe that makes him even more boisterous.
Mina sighs as she flips the sign. She looks exhausted as she slips behind the counter and leans on Denki’s shoulder. Kirishima usually takes this shift with him, but he’s at a conference for the week.
“How do you do this every day?” she asks. Denki smiles, shrugging.
“Just a morning person, I guess,” he says. Mina shakes her head, standing up straight when the bell above the door jingles. She walks toward the register, but casts a disbelieving look over her shoulder.
“I’m a morning person. You’re a monster.”
Denki can’t hold in the full-bellied laugh as he steps into the back to pull the pastries from the oven. He delicately places croissants when the door jingles again. With a sunny grin he calls out without looking up.
“Welcome to King Explosion Koffee! We’ll be with you in just a moment.”
The person just hums. Not a morning person, then. Denki glances up and immediately freezes. It’s like everything happens in slow motion. He’s still holding the tray of croissants, Mina is handing a drink to a customer and nodding to the man who just walked in. He’s gorgeous and exactly Denki’s type and he’s about to miss his chance.
As if on instinct, Denki reaches out to tug Mina back toward him and drags her back into the kitchen. He sets the tray down and grips her shoulders.
“What was that?” she asks and Denki shakes her shoulders.
“Did you not see him, Mina? I need this,” he says. Mina frowns.
“The guy?” she asks, leaning out of the kitchen to look at tall, dark, and tired with a pout. “That’s your type, Kami? Really?”
“Just let me have this,” he says. Mina rolls her eyes, grabbing the tray of croissants and bumps their hips together as she steps out to finish setting them out behind the counter.
“It’s way too early for bi-panic, Kami. He’s all yours,” she says. Denki runs a hand through his hair, regrets it, tries to fix the mess he’s made, and then jolts toward the counter when he realizes that the guy is still waiting.
You’d think that being pretty popular would make him immune to the effects of drop-dead gorgeous people, but you would be wrong. Denki stumbles up to the counter, a sunny grin on his face as he leans in. He just has to flirt. He’s good at flirting.
He can do this.
“What can I getcha?” he asks. The guy’s eyes give him a quick once over before he sighs and closes his eyes.
“What’s the strongest drink you have?” he asks. Denki tilts his head.
“Probably the Ground Zero,” he says thoughtfully. The man nods.
“Great. I’ll have that in the biggest cup you have with an extra three shots.”
Denki pauses, brows furrowing, hands pausing over the register.
“Uh--are you okay?” he asks. The man blinks slowly.
“Depends on your definition,” he says. Denki pouts, typing in the order anyway.
“That’s not a very good answer,” he says. The man cracks a little grin at that and Denki feels a warm sense of accomplishment he wasn’t expecting. He grins back. “Not a morning person, then?”
The guy leans in and Denki’s breath catches. He smells good, too, which is definitely a crime against Denki’s sanity.
“Does it still count as morning if I’ve been up all night?”
Denki blinks and his eyes dart between Ground Zero Guy’s eyes and lips a few times. He might bite his lip, too, but it’s all a blur. He can’t be sure. If the smirk the guy shoots him is any indication, though, he definitely did and damn if that isn’t the most embarrassing thing he’s done in a while.
“Uh--well--I mean…” he trails off before the words really hit him and he stares into those violet eyes in shock. “Hold on, you’ve been up all night and now you’re getting coffee?”
He shrugs.
“Pretty typical Tuesday for me, actually.”
“Dude, I’m, like, super concerned about your health.”
The guy leaned in and Denki was about fifty percent sure it was because he was interested in him, but he couldn’t be sure. Not yet, anyway.
“I guess I’ll just have to keep coming by,” he says and Denki holds his breath. This dude is completely unfair. “Just so you can check up on me.”
Denki’s mouth is suddenly dry, his voice but a distant memory. He remembers the days when he could talk fondly. The days when he didn’t just stare at gorgeous people with violet eyes and lavender hair like a gaping fish.
Those were good days, he thinks.
“Yeah. I guess you will,” he breathes. The guy smirks as he leans away, waiting for something. Denki baltedly realizes he’s waiting to pay and get his drink. He fumbles with the register, taking the card he hands over and working on auto-pilot. “Can I get a name? For the cup?”
“Shinsou.”
Denki nods, writing it on the cup and shuffling to the machines. Mina is failing to hold in her giggles and Denki glares at her.
“If you don’t write your number on there I’m disowning you,” she whispers. “He’s totally into you.”
Denki frowns, looking between the cup and Shinsou. He’s typing something on his phone, completely casual nonchalance. It’s unfair. He bites his lip, looking back to Mina.
“What if he’s just like that?”
Mina squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.
“Kami, he keeps looking at you. And when you turned around he definitely looked at your ass.”
“He did?”
“Yes!” she said, shaking him and looking pointedly at the cup. “Now write your number on there!”
Denki nods, scribbling his number on the cup frantically before making the coffee. He puts the extra shots in, but he still grimaces as he thinks about how much caffeine Shinsou is about to consume.
He takes a steadying breath before turning to Shinsou and holding the cup out over the counter. Shinsou takes it and their fingers brush and Denki nearly drops the cup all over Shinsou’s shirt. Scrubs?
Denki hadn’t even noticed that. He’s wearing scrubs. Denki’s stomach flutters and he doesn’t want to think about why.
Denki throws on his best smile when Shinsou looks up at him again. If he just keeps smiling he can make it through his conversation.
“Have a good day,” he says. “Come again soon!”
Shinsou smirks, humming with a little nod. He walks out the door and Denki can finally take a breath, his heart racing in his chest. He might not survive another conversation with Shinsou.
Summary: Between living a fantazy and making fantazy who would have thought these two would have fallen in love
Ships: Logince
Tw: mention of killing
He opened up his computer to check out the new dating website that popped up. Roman prince was well known all over the world or more his "counterpart was." while roman seemed like a normal person he wasn't, he was different a serial killer to say. Cupid was what people had called him. he seemed to lovestruck everyone who met him.
Anyone who was around him tended to "fall under a spell" as he put it he always found a new way to lure people and get them to do what he wanted he loved it, it let him be alot more creative then other jobs so when he saw that a new dating website had been made well he couldnt help himself, he quickly made his account. he had heard that this website was suppose to match you too someone who had similar search history than you he didnt think anyone would match him all the things that he searched up were very very morbidly creative he was glad he had gotten virgil to make sure his computer was untraceable and off the grid he had done other thinga to but roman hadn't been paying attention. He waited a while about to turn it off when he saw a notifications that he had been matched with someone. Surprised he went thru the account logan clark, 22 years old, and a writer intrigued he texted him.
Roman: hello my dearest it seems we have been matched fate has poonted us to eachother
Logan: Greetings and no meed to be so dramatic it was just a website after all for all we know it could be wrong
Roman: well then...
Logan: Did i do something wrong?
Roman: no no no anyways would you like to meet up
Logan: yes is there any place in particular you would like to meet up at
Roman looked up and looked for the coffes shops sighn once he got the name and adress he sent to the man and waited for him to arrive. A while passed before roman heard the little bell ring and looked up to see logan he had been sent a picture so he would know who to look for. logan looked around for awhile before spoting roman and walking over "hello your roman correct" "yes the one and only"logan seemed to debate something over before sitting down. A while passed and roman asked logan about his hobbies and what he did for a job logan had said he was a writer and loved writing fiction as he got to learn all kinds of things so roman asked a question a wierd one out of curiosity "sooooo metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it? Logan looked taken aback from the random question but answered none the less. "Air shot between the toes, it’ll look like a heart attack" and that when roman knew he was in love oh he most definetly was.
Hc for 2 small omegas and one tol alpha and the 2 small omegas are fighters and aren't afraid to fight with or for their alpha
I’m going to direct this request to my friends who are more up with writing poly headcanons. They would do a much better job than I would and have more fun with it, haha.
A magazine slaps down on the table in front of him and Hawks refuses to flinch as he looks down. He tilts his head as he glances back up to the president of The Commission.
“You were seen by several members of the press in a compromising position ,” she says, emphasizing the words she clearly thinks are the most important. Hawks holds in a sigh. “With some unkempt stranger!”
“It was, like, two kisses. I’d hardly call that compromising ,” he says, and he knows Mera is shaking his head behind him. But the whole meeting is ridiculous and he’s not planning to take a stupid meeting seriously. “And he’s not a stranger.”
“So you know this...this delinquent ?” she asks and Hawks leans back, eyes catching on the magazine cover again. He has a lot of points to make, but decides to go with the one that will annoy her the most.
“I mean, I don’t just kiss people I don’t know,” he says. Even though he doesn’t actually know anything about Dabi aside from him being a director and somehow knowing Todoroki. But she also doesn't need to know that. She huffs, standing up straight and looking down her nose at him.
“Your contract clearly states that you--!”
“I’ll stop you there,” Hawks says, shaking his head. “My contract says I have to inform the company if I plan to date anyone. That’s not really what I’m looking for with him...if you get what I mean.”
She recoils a step, a prominent sneer on her face. Hawks doesn’t smile, but he really wants to. He pushes himself up to stand, eyes meeting hers. “But I’ll let you know if anything changes the next time I see him in a more private meeting place.”
She glares at him and Hawks knows he’s pushing the line.
“What you do in your bedroom is none of the company’s concern,” she says, voice like ice filling the small meeting room. “However, if your illicit activities damage the company’s reputation, then that is our concern.”
“And some tabloids are gonna damage the company’s reputation?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve been photographed in more compromising positions by these people and you could actually see my face in those.”
“Your wings are identifiable enough for the other executives.”
Hawks rolls his eyes, clenching his fists and meeting her steely eyes with his own unyielding force of will.
“Fine. I’ll make sure to be more careful about my…” he leans in, raising his eyebrows and looking her up and down. “ Illicit activities .”
“Good,” she says. “The reporter from Liberation Magazine will be in tomorrow. You’ll answer all of his questions. The article will be good press for the company. I’m sure you already know what you need to do.”
“Of course, Ms. President,” he says. His heart skips in his chest as he remembers the interview. He has to talk about Touya. But he won’t let her see how this affects him. She would just use it against him.
“Coincidentally,” she says, looking at her perfectly manicured nails with disinterest. “Todoroki Enji will be here tomorrow, so you can talk to him about Gold and Lullabies once you’re finished with Yostubashi.”
“I’m not doing any films,” he says, voice steady. “It’s not in my contract, so I won’t do them.”
“Need I remind you what we’ve done for you, Hawks? What we’ve done for your family ?”
Hawks clenches his teeth, eyes narrowing.
“Maybe you should,” he says. “Because I haven’t heard from them since I was thirteen.”
“You agreed to this arrangement--”
“When I was ten .”
“Regardless,” the president snaps. “Your parents decided that it would be best to let you focus on your career.”
Hawks knows that it was more of a suggestion on The Commission’s part, but doesn’t say it. At least, not yet. He squares his shoulders, face carefully blank.
“That so?” he asks, tilting his head. “How’s my mother’s alcohol problem?”
The president’s face hardens, eyes tight and frigid. Hawks doesn’t back down. “Y’know, come to think of it, I thought my father still had a few years on his sentence in Tartarus, too. But I’m sure they both really appreciate the hush money.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Did I just--?” he asks, cutting himself off. He doesn’t know how to control it but he definitely just used Hitoshi’s quirk. Somehow. Hitoshi just nods, searching Denki’s expression.
“I’m gonna try to use my quirk on you, okay?” he asks. Denki nods frantically before opening his mouth to speak.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
Nothing happens.
ShinKami Week 2020 Day 5: Quirk Swap!
did i mean to write nearly 6k for all three days i’ll be participating in? no i did not. but here we are anyway, folks!
