AWEEEEEHHHH SHO CUTEEE

some more mhas

Omg suspense

ONE DAY WE’LL REVEAL THE TRUTH (THAT ONE WILL DIE BEFORE HE GETS THERE)

title: youth by daughter

pairing: dabi x f!reader 

words: 1.7k

excerpt: But what is rage, you’d ask him, if not one of the many faces of grief? 

a/n: dabi my beloved (derogatory). this fic is my love letter to parentheses.

tags: angst, toxic relationships, explicit s*xual content, light choking, dabi is a bastard but he is a needy bastard 

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He’s just outside the door. He hasn’t made a sound, but you know he’s there. You can feel it; in your blood, in your bones, in your marrow. 

(You’ve always been able to feel him, monstrous and cruel beneath your skin. An itch. An awful taunting itch. You’ve wanted him out since he first stuck his claws in you and buried himself deep, but he’s near impossible to shake. He won’t leave until he’s hollowed you out, until your flesh is no longer your own, until all that’s left of you is him. Until all that’s there, is what he believes there should be. 

He’s a self-important bastard like that.)

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Shoto as a boy, like a boyyy not toxic, boyy like teen romance boy like one you don't find repulsive 🩵🩵

conspire | 2 | first date

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 13,307 words / 5 chapters

summary: Shouto Todoroki had definitely only asked you out in order to ward off his horde of interested suitors. So why does he keep actually taking you out on suspiciously realistic dates?

tags: romance, reader-insert, fake dating, misunderstandings

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

The next morning, your classmates wouldn’t shut up about it.

The rumor of your rendezvous with Shouto had spread like wildfire through the school, and you were assaulted by a wave of questions the second you turned up to modern lit. “Is it true?”, “Is he your boyfriend?”, “How do you know him?”, “Is he a good kisser?”, all blended into a cacophony of sound that nearly bowled you over as you stepped through the door.

You felt your face grow hot under their scrutiny and quickly stuffed yourself into your desk. “Yes, we’re dating. No, I won’t answer other questions about it.”

“Come on,” Miko–the girl in the desk closest to you–begged. “You’re dating Shouto Todoroki, the cutest boy in school, and you won’t even tell us how you know him?”

You wracked your brain for something close to the truth. “We, um, got along really well on that support item project last month. It’s nothing special.”

Miko’s mouth opened to fire off another question, but Mr. Cementoss cut her off with his arrival, launching immediately into his lesson plan. You sent up a silent thank you to whichever patron saint of fake dating had been listening.

The rest of the school day passed much the same way, and you wondered several times if the price of your senior project was perhaps too high.

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Fully believe that when Touya has a baby, it just makes him hate his dad more. Like he thought he already hated his dad, but holding his child for the first time made him double down to a new level of hate.

Because how could you look at this little being that is half of yourself and half of the person you love most, that is so helpless without you, that looks up at you with such innocence and joy and love….and then project all of your self loathing and ambition onto them. To the point of feeling nothing when you verbally, emotionally, and physical abuse them. How can you feel anything but wonder and love and a desperate need to protect.

Looking into his hours old baby’s face, and feeling its tiny fingers curl around his finger…he hates his father all the more.

suna's baby's first word is mama, called out sleepily from your daughter's crib after he puts her down to bed one night.

and suna vows to take that secret with him to the grave.

it's not because he isn't thrilled—and not because it's not exactly what he hoped her first word would be—but rather it's because he's the only one around to hear it, and he knows that it would break your heart to learn you missed that special moment. you're only in the next room, but you're sound asleep curled on the couch with dark circles under your eyes from the exhaustion of taking care of a baby on your own all day long while he's training with the team. before this little hiccup in the regular bedtime routine, rintarou planned to scoop you up into his arms and carry you to bed once he'd gotten his other favourite girl tucked in, but now he's left standing—a little giddy, a little dumbstruck—in the nursery all on his own.

when you come running into the kitchen the next morning with the baby in your arms and the biggest, most breathless smile on your face, and rintarou sees the happy tears glittering along your lash line while you encourage her to say her "first word" again in front of papa, he knows without a doubt he made the right choice.

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teenage dirtbag!touya who’s actually just a loser with piercings and some style and skips class to go smoke under the bleachers

★ TEENAGE DIRTBAG ( GRUNGE¡DABI )

it's the early 2000s on a tuesday morning and here touya todoroki is, skipping a chemistry class with you. he simply found you walking outside the football field with a random ball you found lying on the ground.

your feet kicked and kicked the ball as it kept rolling forward. you're not one to skip classes, always attending to each one of them but always sleeping in under the nice roof and shade. so why are you outside and under the sun?

he strolled over to you and stood there, raising a brow at your behaviour. "what? you feeling emo?" his words broke you out of your trance as you shrugged. "they're conducting experiments today. i don't have a group. so, what's the point?"

"woah, same. you and i are such losers, aren't we.." touya went to take a seat under the bleachers to avoid the sun. "come here, smoke with me!" you heard him called out to you as you tilted your head and went over. "but i don't smoke!"

"don't care. pretend like you do."

you remained silent as you took a seat beside him, holding up your knee to your chest. your eyes watched as he took out a cigarette and handed it to you, setting one in his mouth before he lights it up and glances at you feeling the cigarette. "you don't have to light it up."

"then why give it to me?" a brow you raised as he shrugged. "if i'm getting in trouble for skipping class, so are you. this time, we'll both be caught smoking under the bleachers. how fun."

"kay, fair enough. i'll just keep the cig then."

then for the rest of the chemistry lesson which either didn't have a partner, touya smokes and you listened to his huffs and puffs. it's just two teenage dirtbags having fun and finding solace in each other.

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This is actually so beautiful

Chapter Thirty-Three - Opia

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Burn, Racism, Suicidal Ideation, Psychiatric Wards, Forcible Sedation, Depiction of a Suicide Attempt

A/N: Mean't to get this out on Shigaraki's birthday proper, but oh well! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I have a feeling you will xD

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Well that was a shit show.

Two shit shows actually, she thought as she locked up the empty pool deck, and she couldn’t figure out which was more pathetic. Her disastrous attempt at reconciliation with Shigaraki, or that sorry excuse for a swim practice she’d used to try and get over it.

It’s not like it was even a high stakes practice. Yes, they were fully back from winter break now and gearing up for prefectural and championship qualifying meets, but the time now was being focused on cleaning up fundamentals and technique, rather than locking any specific rosters. Times were not make or break at this point.

And yet, somehow, she managed to seriously break.

Subpar times, late entries, jesus, she even missed touching the wall on one of her turnarounds — complete amateur hour. And she knew everybody noticed, how could they not?

At least they were polite about it though. Nobody giggled or whispered to themselves or made snide comments to her. They were still her friends after all (for now). But also, at this point in the year, they just assumed it was the typical senior fears and pressures getting to her. College recruiters, finals, entrance exams, what she was going to do with her life — things a lot of them were just as freaked by. So they didn’t feel the need to ask if something else was going on, sparing her that obnoxious little dialogue tree of:

“Hey are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You seem pretty out of it. Do you need to talk about something?”

“No really, I just have a lot on my mind and blah blah blah…

No, everyone had made their assumptions already, picked up on her wound-tight and, frankly, sour disposition, and figured she probably didn’t want to talk about it.

And they’d be right.

Because what could they possibly say to encourage her in this situation? Hell, what could she even say about this situation? They didn’t know what was going on with her and Shigaraki, and she certainly couldn’t explain it. 

“My kind-of-but-not-really-reformed-emotional-and-sexual-extorter, who I have the most inexplicable feelings for, is lashing out at me. I think our not-relationship is on the brink of ruin, and I don’t know how to fix it. What do you think, Nejire?”

Yeah, no. That was so beyond any teenage friend’s paygrade. 

Actually, it may be above anyone’s paygrade that didn’t hold a Psy.D…

She should’ve listened to Kurogiri and just given Shigaraki some space. Maybe if she did that now, let him cool down and come to her, this situation might be salvageable.

And yet, she couldn’t stop the anxiety from flooding her brain as she made her way to the school gate. She’d volunteered to stay late and oversee cleanup and locking the pool today. She’d figured that she could use the time to try and distract herself. 

For all the good that did. She was just as preoccupied as during practice. She ended up re-organizing the pull floats in the storage room three different times because her mind just couldn’t figure out how to make them all fit — despite having done this for three years now. She just couldn’t focus on anything other than the panic and what-if’s bombarding her.

What if Shigaraki interpreted her giving him space as her giving up on him? Of not caring? He was a persistent son of a bitch when the tables were turned, so maybe he needed her to be the same. God, but what if that made things worse?! It already had this last time. What if she completely ruined things by pushing? What if she ruined things more by backing off?

Maybe she was just doomed to ruin things no matter what.

She came to a stop just outside the school, all of her swirling thoughts and pressures dizzying and weighing her down. She groaned at the physical hopelessness of it all, “This is impossible…”

“What is?”

She jumped at the unexpected, but familiar monotone — not expecting anyone to still be on campus. Or at least, not anyone that would be paying attention to her acts of despair. But when she turned to the voice, she was even more surprised to see a very distinct head of hair waiting just a few feet away.

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Synopsis: Dabi hates Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t stop him from committing petty theft to make you smile. Nothing says romance like stolen chocolates and a little chaos

A/N: this little fic was written in celebration of Valentine’s Day ♥

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Dabi loathed Valentine’s Day.

Overpriced chocolates. Cliché heart decorations. Morons scrambling to impress each other with tacky gifts that meant absolutely nothing. The whole thing was one giant joke.

He wasn’t the kind of guy to buy flowers, plan out sentimental dates, or give a damn about overpriced chocolates wrapped in shiny, heart-covered packaging. The entire concept of Valentine’s Day was a capitalist scam, and he had spent most of his life watching people fall for it like suckers.

But he was, apparently, the kind of guy to commit petty crime just to see you smile. Not that he’d ever admit it.

"Oi, are you done yet?" Dabi drawled, leaning against a shelf while you sifted through the convenience store aisles.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Almost. I told you, I just need to grab some stuff for Spinner, Twice, and Toga."

Dabi sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Dunno why you bother. They’d survive just fine without all this crap."

"You say that, but Spinner will actually die without his energy drinks, and Twice has been begging for those stupid limited-edition snacks all week."

"And Toga?"

"She asked for ‘anything cute,’ which means she’s getting strawberry-flavored Pocky with edible glitter."

Dabi snorted. "Yeah, that tracks."

You were completely focused on your little shopping mission, scanning the shelves with a look of determination that was almost adorable — which made it the perfect time for Dabi to make his move.

While you debated over which flavor of instant noodles Spinner would tolerate the most, Dabi turned, walked straight past the cash registers, and grabbed the nearest box of chocolates off the holiday display.

Then, because he was feeling particularly obnoxious, he reached for a stupidly soft, red teddy bear — the kind that was so cliché it hurt.

He didn’t even try to be sneaky about it. Just grabbed them like they were already his. With that, he simply left the store, unnoticed by the crew that had too many customers in.

Standing outside a combini in the chilly evening air, hands shoved deep into his pockets, Dabi waited. Waited for you to finish paying for the boring, legally acquired items. He leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, watching the city pass by. A box of chocolates rested securely under his arm, so did the teddy bear. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced back through the store’s glass windows. 

You hadn’t noticed. Too busy sorting through energy drinks for Spinner, digging through the snack aisle for Twice, and picking out something for Toga. Always thinking about everyone else.

Tch. You were too soft for the League.

He shifted his weight, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. 

A minute later, you finally emerged from the store, a paper bag in your hand, eyes immediately narrowing when you spotted him. "...Did you actually pay for that?"

Dabi blew out a low chuckle, tapping ash from the end of his cigarette. "What do you think?"

You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Dabi—"

"Relax. No alarms went off, no cops are chasing me. Everyone wins." He jerked his chin toward the bag in your hand. "Got what you needed?"

You sighed, clearly choosing your battles. "Yeah. Spinner’s energy drinks, Twice’s snacks, and Toga’s stuff."

"Great. Let’s get outta here."

You eyed the chocolates and the bear under his arm. 

He shrugged, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Figured you deserve somethin’ cute for the Valentine’s Day, doll."

Your brows lifted. "You stole me a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?"

"Better than buying ‘em." He flicked his cigarette away, smirking. "Not like I’m made of money, babe."

You shook your head, but the way your lips quirked upward gave you away. "You’re impossible."

Dabi tossed the chocolates at you.

You caught the box, huffing, and the two of you started walking. 

The streets were quieter than usual, most people tucked away in their warm apartments, probably enjoying their candlelit dinners and normal Valentine’s plans.

Not you two, though.

You were halfway back to the hideout when Dabi’s steps slowed. He was about to make another snarky comment when something caught his eye.

You followed his gaze, and— oh.

Oh.

There it was.

A massive billboard, towering over the city streets, illuminated in bright, glowing lights.

Endeavor’s face.

Suited up. Slicked-back hair. Flames curling over his shoulders, making him look important, powerful.

"IGNITE — A FRAGRANCE FOR MEN."

Dabi stared at it. His jaw ticked. His fingers flexed, the muscles in his neck tensing just a little too much.

And then, very calmly, he handed you the teddy bear he carried all the way. "Hold this," he said.

"...What?"

"Hold. This," Dabi repeated, stepping away from you.

You barely had time to react before flames erupted from his hands. Bright, blue, and merciless.

Flames roared to life around his hands as he aimed them directly at the smug, larger-than-life face of his scumbag father.

The fire hit its mark immediately, scorching the edges of the billboard, burning away the too-perfect image of a man who didn’t deserve to be idolized. The flames spread fast, curling and twisting, devouring every last trace of the advertisement.

People on the street shouted in surprise, some scrambling away, some pulling out their phones to record. The city lights flickered against the inferno, and within moments, the entire stupid ad was nothing but ash.

Dabi clicked his tongue, watching as his father’s name and perfect image melted away into ash. "Much better."

You exhaled, shifting the teddy bear in your arms. "...So I’m guessing you didn’t like the ad?"

Dabi scoffed, turning back to you. "What gave it away?"

You smirked. "The arson."

He rolled his eyes, snatching the teddy bear back from your hands. "Tch. Just shut up and eat your stolen chocolates."

You chuckled, popping open the box and holding out a piece to him. "You want one?"

Dabi glanced at it, then at you. Then, with a huff, he leaned in and bit it straight out of your hand.

You gawked. "What the hell—"

"You offered," the white haired man said around the chocolate, smirking as he chewed.

You groaned. "You’re the worst Valentine ever."

"And yet," he drawled, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, "you still put up with me."

A beat of silence.

Then you stated, “We need to go."

“Why?”

"Because there are at least ten people recording you right now, dumbass."

Dabi whipped around, eyes narrowing as he saw several people very clearly aiming their phones in his direction and then moving their cameras to the burnt billboard.

One of the bystanders even waved enthusiastically, shouting, "I loved your dance, Dabi!!!"

Dabi let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face, yet his lips twitched into that cocky, half-smirk he wore when he was either annoyed or slightly amused.

You couldn’t help yourself — you burst into laughter. “Uuuu, honey, you have some fans!”

Before you could get another word out, Dabi grabbed your wrist with a sudden force, yanking you away from the crowd. "Time to go, smartass," he announced, pulling you along as he bolted into a side alley. 

You barely had time to keep up, stumbling slightly as he pulled you into the shadows. 

Behind you, the distant murmurs of amused pedestrians lingered, but no one was stupid enough to actually follow.

Soon, Dabi came to a stop, chest heaving lightly from the sudden run, his eyes scanning the street. 

You could feel his pulse quickening as he tugged you closer, pressing you against his chest with a quiet growl. 

His expression was a mix of frustration and amusement, clearly annoyed by the public attention. "Damn it," he muttered, brushing a hand through his snow-white hair.

You smirked, shaking your head. "Maybe if you stopped doing dumb shit in public, people wouldn’t recognize you."

“Yeah,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Happy Valentine’s, firebug,” you whispered, climbing your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

Dabi huffed a quiet laugh after the kiss. "Yeah, yeah. Happy fucking Valentine’s."

For all his bitching and moaning about Valentine’s Day, Dabi didn’t mind it quite as much when it was with you.

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No u don't understand I want to beat the shi outta myself to have a gaping hole in my memory so that i can read this all over again.

Specially the part in ch 13 only to gigggle and kick my feet

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

REHAB!TOUYA X READER

The former villain known as 'Dabi' is now your patient. On the road to recovery, you're charged with nursing him and his broken heart back to health.

carnations symbolize new beginnings, grief, and love. ❦

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪx. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. ⟢ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. ⟢