House of Variety

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romantic relationships !

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familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

❛ You can’t keep making excuses for every one of [name]’s insane whims. ❜

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜

❛ Hey, please stop fire-spinning inside. ❜

❛ I say it like I see it, no filter. If people can’t handle it, that’s their problem. ❜

❛ You’ve got to stay off the Twitter. ❜

❛ Are you mocking me? ❜

❛ This can’t Shazam. It’s a lamp. ❜

❛ Where’s my speargun? I gotta pack. ❜

❛ He told me you haven’t left the bath for a week. ❜

❛ My mind is a fueled-up racing car, and I got nowhere to drive it. ❜

❛ I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. ❜

❛ There’s someone here for you! With a box! ❜

❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜

❛ Excuse me, I love your accent. I had to try it. ❜

❛ You must be very special. ❜

❛ When you throw a murder mystery party, you do it right, buddy. ❜

❛ I’m not here. ❜

❛ He’s just staying here. He’s going through things. ❜

❛ This rich-people shit is weird. ❜

❛ This is stretching my stride-taking abilities. ❜

❛ Okay, let’s stop talking and actually start hanging out and having fun. ❜

❛ Why is it on the roof? ❜

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜

❛ Is this part of the game? ❜

❛ I’ve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. ❜

❛ You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. ❜

❛ You never know when shit’s gonna go down. ❜

❛ I’m uncomfortable. I’m gonna go for a swim. ❜

❛ It’s true. I say it like I see it. ❜

❛ If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. ❜

❛ That’s the place where you have to look within yourself and ask, “Am I the kind of person who will keep going?” ❜

❛ That was some real red-pill stuff. ❜

❛ Every single one of you is holding on for dear life to [name]’s golden titties. ❜

❛ Wow. That was so real. ❜

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜

❛ It’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don’t you think? ❜

❛ Are you calling me dangerous? ❜

❛ A few cocktails before I’m murdered. ❜

❛ Halle Berry! That has a kick. ❜

❛ This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, it gives you vertigo. ❜

❛ Every time we’ve gotten to the point where I’m going to strangle you, you pull something like this, and it’s magic. ❜

❛ I wanna be responsible for something that gets mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. ❜

❛ This is reckless. And you’re gonna get somebody killed. ❜

❛ It’s been a memorable weekend already, to be sure, but now the real fun starts. ❜

❛ Tonight, in this very room, a murder will be committed. ❜

❛ Well, to be clear, I mean, I didn’t know what a “blood diamond” was so… ❜

❛ What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend? ❜

❛ I like the Glass Onion as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality the center is in plain sight. ❜

❛ It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights! ❜

❛ Well, I’m out of here. Tomorrow morning. Gone. ❜

❛ You’re murdering my vibe. ❜

❛ So you come here, in your Gucci flats, telling us that we owe you? ❜

❛ What do you want? A check? You want performative pity? ❜

❛ I want the truth! ❜

❛ But me, I’m tired of pretending like you’re the victim in this game. ❜

❛ That changes things, right? ❜

❛ Have we ever not pulled through? Pulled it off? ❜

❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜

❛ Listen, I must insist that nobody touch the body or disturb anything around it. ❜

Are you treating this as a crime scene then? ❜

❛ I’ll pay you one billion dollars to tell me which one of them tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Oh, fiddlesticks. ❜

❛ Is that a speargun? ❜

❛ Oh, hell’s bells! Just, everybody, just stay here! ❜

❛ I can peel back the layers, I can take it to a point, but what lies at the center, only one person can tell us who killed [name]. ❜

❛ You’re not in the bath again, are you? ❜

❛ Heavens, the dog ate the caviar again. ❜

❛ It’s a stupid idea, right? ❜

❛ Listen, I want to be clear, huh? I am not Batman. ❜

❛ Any feelings of reverence or respect that you had for me when you crossed my threshold, buttress those feelings now. ❜

❛ Yeah, I’m trying real hard to buttress, but this sounds nuts. ❜

❛ Is this safe? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be here. This is nuts. But I’m here. So let’s do this. ❜

❛ The reality-distortion field ends here. I can’t let you do this. ❜

❛ Look me in the eye! You know it’s a lie! ❜

❛ You must be really great at Clue, huh? ❜

❛ I’m very bad at dumb things. My Achilles’ heel. ❜

❛ This is your last chance to back out. ❜

❛ I think it’s really shitty what they all did to you. ❜

❛ I sold my soul for this. ❜

❛ I thought you said you didn’t drink? ❜

❛ That’s hard kombucha. That’s Jared Leto’s hard kombucha. ❜

❛ We’re running out of time! ❜

❛ Please. Think of the danger here. You gotta step back and let me handle this. ❜

❛ I never email anything that I wouldn’t want to see on the front page of The Times. ❜

❛ I think maybe you should take up drinking. You’re just killing it. ❜

❛ Something is just teasing the edge of my brain. ❜

❛ Oh, if I ever meet Jared Leto, I’m gonna whoop his kombucha-brewing ass. ❜

❛ My therapist says this is a toxic relationship. ❜

❛ We will do what we always do. Deny, half-apologize, and then go silent awhile. ❜

❛ Please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants. ❜

❛ I will do whatever I have to do to save myself, and he is my only lifeline. ❜

❛ This never happens in Clue. ❜

❛ He’s a son of a bitch. Leave his ass. ❜

❛ I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserved what he got, and you are better off without him. ❜

❛ Please don’t kill me! Oh my God, please don’t kill me! ❜

❛ I’m not trying to kill you, you crazy bitch! ❜

❛ Shitballs! ❜

❛ It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. ❜

❛ A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors. ❜

❛ Oh, please. Just tell us who tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon. ❜

❛ What is reality?! ❜

❛ Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that a rich person thing? ❜

❛ Oh, it’s so dumb, it’s brilliant. ❜

❛ No! It’s just dumb! ❜

❛ You dim-witted, brainless jackass! ❜

❛ Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me. ❜

❛ Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. ❜

❛ You need evidence, and you’ve got nothing. ❜

❛ Anywhere you go, it’s going to be your word against mine. How do you think that’s gonna go? ❜

❛ There’s nothing I can do. Except maybe offer you some courage. ❜

❛ I hope your little bitch tantrum gave you closure ’cause it accomplished nothing! ❜

❛ You’re ruined. ❜

And while you're at it, check his personal files, the ones he keeps on the private phone he carries.

Those words haunted her. For three days, they replayed themselves during her quiet moments — before sleep, while she ate her breakfast and on her walk to work. She tried to ignore them, but it was impossible to shake them loose when that treacherous villain's voice clung to her like stinking cigarette smoke.

"I can't..."

She lingered in the door of his personal office, blue eyes glued to the plain desk he so rarely lounged behind. As his secretary, it was her job to tend to his messes and ensure his most important space was organized. There were certain drawers she didn't touch, as she was sure that she would feel the same if she had someone tend to her desk. He was allowed his privacy, and she wanted to respect that.

The longer she gazed at the desk, however, the thinner her resolve became. Every passing second added to her anxiety, the what if's and doubt thick and dripping into the foundation of trust she had built with the hero over the last year.

"This is stupid. I shouldn't listen to a bad guy."

So, when he came into work that day, the winged hero knew that something was up. He’d left his phone on accident, a burner that couldn’t be traced back to him should the need arise to dispose of it. Never suspecting for a moment that anyone would go looking through his desk, he wanted to give his secretary the benefit of the doubt. She’d probably been searching for some other files and just happened upon the phone. He wasn’t going to dismiss the fact that she was involved in almost everything he did, taking care of him sometimes when he couldn’t even take care of himself. That was another reason that his deception hit so hard. He cared deeply for Himari. 

Hawks wouldn’t act rash, that wasn’t his style. Nonchalantly, he sauntered into his office, a grin on his face. His heart may have been racing, but no one could have picked up on it. He hid the alarm in his stride, his mannerisms, the way he spoke.

“Hey, Himari.” A chuckle left his lips. “I see you found my phone. I was just wondering what I’d done with it. Thanks.” He reached over before she could do any more damage and plucked the device from the woman’s fingers. It wasn’t lost on him that it had been unlocked and that the line was open to the one contact within its memory. Quickly he hit the cancel button before he heard a pick up on the other end. It’d show a missed call to Dabi, but he hoped he could explain it away. He was good at covering his tracks. 

Slinking into the dark with a known villain was a horribly stupid idea, she knew this. There was every chance he could incinerate her on the spot, and no one would be the wiser.

No, that wasn't true. Her family would notice when she didn't uphold her nightly calls to her mother. Her boss would notice not long after, when she didn't come in for work that morning. Or, rather, his sidekicks would notice, and they would tell him that the usually diligent Himari wasn't in the office.

The scent of cigarette smoke was heavy on his breath, the acrid aroma jarring her out of her thoughts. He was so much closer than she anticipated, the heat of his eyes searing holes in her resolve.

His inquiry, however, bolstered what he had begun to burn. Himari was kind, but she was incredibly loyal and stubborn.

"Why don't you be a loyal little lap dog and run back to your office now? And while you're at it, check his personal files, the ones he keeps on the private phone he carries."

Be careful getting home.

She was often in the habit of telling others this purely out of habit, but it felt strange now that she was the one being warned. By her boss, by his sidekicks, by others she simply met out on the street. Be careful.

She wished she didn't have to be, but the air felt different now. There was an unpleasant energy, like constant ripples from a distant and unknown source were constantly disturbing the once still surface of a peaceful lake.

A particularly large ripple came crashing into her sense of safety, the drawl of a familiar voice sending chills down her spine. The confidence behind it was irritating and alluring, and she hated that. No one like him ought to have her attention, but she wasn't compelled to run and scream because something was wrong. Himari wanted answers, so her stubbornness stamped down her need for self-preservation.

His grin, the one he'd worn since garnering the attention of the young woman, only grew wider, stretching the hold that the staples had in the skin around his mouth, altering his visage even more grotesquely.

"Excellent." The villain followed her into the alley, hands out of his pockets and blue flames extinguished. He wanted to make sure she knew he was being honest and wouldn't pull a fast one on her.

Placing a hand on the brick wall behind her head in an almost kabedon manner, but with more intrigue, Dabi gave her an inquisitive look. "I have a question for you." He leaned in closer, striking blue eyes flashing.

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Something about the training with Hawks had always been one of the toughest things that Tokoyami did on a daily basis with his mentor. While it was always hard and difficult, he had to admire the fact that Hawks was taking so much time and effort to train him and to help him get better, not only with his quirk but also with just how to fight and train how to get stronger. Tokoyami had noticed a substantial gain since his small week-long internship with the hero all the way back in his first year, but now that he was inching slowly towards graduation and was in the middle of his third year? It had felt like so much time had flown by, no pun intended since they had started their work hero studies.

He had been mentoring under Hawks for, what? Almost two full years at this point? At the rate they were going, he was basically a part of his agency, even if it still was somewhat unofficially. But, Tokoyami had been gracious ever since Hawks had explained more to him about why he had chosen to take him on and every day, despite some pain and fatigue, he had been ready to tackle what was ahead of him that day. And most days, that either seemed to involve them patrolling or Hawks helping him train some more.

This specific training hadn't been anything too crazy. It had really just been a way for Tokoyami to see how much he had improved and to try and take down Hawks with everything he had at his disposal. That meant from Dark Shadow to the gauntlet/hand talon knives that had been made to help counteract his short-range weaknesses the support course had made him two years ago. Modifications had constantly been flowing out and it seemed like there was something improved about it every so often, but Tokoyami had been happy to take them on and help the support course out with getting some of their products some use. And they had been incredibly effective thus far. Especially, with the newest versions. While he hadn't planned on getting close to Hawks, he had basically been forced into it, and because of the attacks, had been pinned down by the feathers the Hawk-like hero had at his disposal.

They hurt, but they had been effective in stopping his attacks.

❝I'm aware it was just a little training, Hawks, but I always treat all of this the same way,❞ he remarked softly as he grabbed Hawks' hand and got to his feet, ❝Treat it as if I'm out in the field and fighting a villain, fighting for my own life and for Dark Shadows. It all is training, to a degree, but I can't help but try and use it as if this was a real-world scenario.❞

That had been something Tokoyami had kept close to him throughout his time with Hawks. He had never thought of the training sessions as just training. To him, it was always an experience to try and see if he had improved and if he could take down a pro-hero or not. he had gotten closer, but to this day, he had still yet to do it. He knew there were still some things for him to learn, but he was absolutely willing to tackle those challenges head-on in the future.

"There's this hole in the wall, off the beaten path, family-owned restaurant I stumbled into last month. Definitely worth a visit." Hawks clapped his companion on the back with a smile. "Best damn Ramen too. Although everything they serve is an A + in my book."