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dont linger

ur tm is the unadulterated touya hate love that u post abt everyday

ughhhhh i love hating touya i fearrr!!!

treating this like twitter for a second

@chaoslibra and @shigarakislaughter

u guys not telling me blue lock was abt soccer is criminal😤😤 (at least i don’t think kenzie told me it was abt soccer was she was recommending it to me)

i would’ve watched it way sooner (i grew up playing soccer)

anyone wanna sit together in silence while you do your thing and i do my thing and we do our things. together. in silence

The Black Sun Swallows Whole

shigaraki x reader, scifi au

Consumed by grief after the death of your parents, you throw yourself into researching their killers, a company called The Abyssal Factory lead by All For One, who claim to be for the betterment of society. When you're given the opportunity to fight back against their corruption, you jump at the chance. However, as you get more entangled with your fight against unchecked power, you find that everything is not as it seemed, especially when it comes to the heir to the company, Tomura Shigaraki.

Chapter 1: Vita coming 4.4

girls be like "i know a spot" and then keep you in their hearts forever

to me i think your trademark is anything and everything shiggy obviously, but also all the love you show your mutuals and anybody who interacts with you

pretty much just your overall kindness <33

look at him how can u not want to talk abt him constantly hehe ty <33

Other than like. The good fics n shit (obv) ur tm is being the person kenzie's bf should be quaking in his boots over!!! Steal kenzie!!! Steal her!!!!

kisa i’m tryinggg i swear!! my gf already said it’s okay, i’m working on it promise!!

haha but thank uu for the good fic comment, my slow ass still has to catch up a couple other fics including yours but trust i will get to it and yap in the tags

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

wait wait wait mutuals rb this with a description of ur voice

Chapter 05.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Drinking. Mentions of alcohol. Violence. Reader is hit on by someone.

Kaminari grinned as he pushed the door to the bar open. His hand tightly gripping that of his girlfriends he meets your gaze. “You and Bakugo go sit wherever you want. I’ll take this one-” He motions to the brunette standing next to him - who giggles at his antics, a soft pink flushing against her cheeks. “To get us some drinks.” Denki muses happily, nudging the girl closer to him with a quiet, “C’mon babe, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

Bakugo scoffs and rolls his eyes at one of his friend’s antics. It was irritating enough that Denki and the rest of his friends were all trying to play cupid with the both of you but the looks you were giving him during the whole car ride here wasn’t helping with their, “Shipping fuel.” Bakugo swore if he had to read more fanfiction of you both - courtesy of Mina - he might commit first degree murder.

And then there was Denki’s fucking questions during the trip to the bar.

“So [Name], what do you think about Bakugo?”

“Fake dating must be so hard. Why don’t you both - oh I dunno, start dating for real! Then you won’t struggle with keeping the act up!”

Shut up dunce face oh my god shut up.

And it really wasn’t helping that you were conveniently wearing the same perfume tonight - that you were wearing on the night of the gala. 

The one that made him feel like he was drowning in you. 

In your presence.

“Why are you just standing there?” Your voice broke Bakugo out of his train of thought, “You were the one that wanted to make our relationship seem more ‘realistic’ and decided it would be a good idea to accept Kaminari’s invitation to go on a double date.” You crossed your arms over your chest and Bakugo rolled his eyes at your sass.

“Yea, I did. And you know as well as I do, that this shit will help us in the fucking hero ranks. So maybe you should stop acting like such a fucking brat and let me take you out on this…” He caught himself before he could say the word.

A date.

“...day out.” 

Bakugo finished, a soft red creeping up his neck as he averted his eyes.

You snorted and shook your head. “Nice save.” You grinned, punching him lightly on the chest. “C’mon. Where do you wanna sit?” You pulled the door open for him. “Oh excuse my manners.” You bowed at him and hummed. “Ladies first.” 

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stepped inside, looking around at the bar as you followed at his heels. “Over there.” He pointed to a corner which looked secluded enough, he just prayed that nobody would disturb any of you. 

It was annoying enough dealing with crazy fans while he was on duty, but it was even more annoying when he had to deal with them in public. 

At least when he was working he could deflect the clingy fuckers under the guise that he was on the clock - which by any means wasn’t wrong. He was on the shift! People should know better than to bother a hero that was working.

But here?

It was fair game. He couldn’t push them away unless he wanted to drop in the ranks even further, and seeing that Bakugo was doing this whole fake dating shtick to keep himself from falling in the ranks in the first place - if he yelled at his fans he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his PR manager. 

“You’re thinking again.” Your voice sounded bored as the both of you sat down facing each other.

Bakugo met your eyes and his eyebrows furrowed. “What am I supposed to do? Stop thinking?” 

You rolled your eyes with a snort.

“Honestly? That sounds like a dream to be honest.” 

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

Silence stretched between the both of you. But it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was actually kind of nice.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Dunce face and his girl should be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Bakugo muttered, pushing himself out of his seat and walking to the otherside of the bar, disappearing in the mob of people.

Now, by yourself you decided to take in your surroundings and listen in onto a group of three girls sitting from a table across you.

“So Kenzie. It’s a Friday night, any plans for the weekend?” The first girl looked at the other with a grin.

“I dunno Ari… Sammie and her boyfriend were planning on taking me to see him soon so maybe that?” The second girl looked at the third who shrugged.

“When Keigo isn’t so busy I think that would be a good idea. Your man does get a little lonely by himself all day don’t you think?” The third girl - Sammie spoke up before turning her attention to Ari.

“So… what about you and your man?”

The first girl grew clearly embarrassed at this mention of her ‘man’, a bright red blush flushing up her neck as she stammered out excuses about how she was unable to meet her “number one hero” that week.

A smile tugged at your lips.

So she’s Deku’s mystery girl. Maybe I should talk to him about her some time.

“Hey there, pretty thing.”

A sleazy voice calls out from your side and you look up. The man standing over you must be at least fifteen - maybe twenty years older than you? He was clearly drunk too, sporting a bright red blush and an obvious stumble in his steps.

“Leave me alone.” You mumbled, looking away.

“Awe c'mon babe! Don’t be a buzzkill.” He slurred, tipping his head forehead as he reached for your hand.

You slapped it away and glared. “I said I’m not interested. Piss off. Do you not know who the fuck I am?” You shot back, sure using your quirk on civilians was definitely not allowed, surely you could have done something here. Maybe scare the freak off or something.

“Are we having a fucking problem here.” 

Bakugo’s voice came out strained as his ruby eyes glared at you and the man looming over you. He stared at the way the man tried grabbing your hand and how uncomfortable you looked.

“And who the fuck might you be?” The man stared at Bakugo, it was so obvious he was out of it. The whole bar had gone silent as the crackle and pop of Dynamight’s quirk in his palms echoed around the establishment.

“I’m their fucking boyfriend.” He hissed. People had begun to pull out their phones and record the whole ordeal. You yanked your hand out of his grip and practically scrambled to Bakugo’s side - seeking comfort against his warmth.

A familiar and warm hand was placed on your shoulder.

I’ve got you.

“Beat it bitch. Before I tear you a new fucking asshole.”

The man decided the hassle would be too much as he mumbled a half-assed apology under his breath and slinked away. The small crowd disperses, going back to doing what they were before the whole scuffle.

“Are you okay?” Bakugo whispered as you sighed.

“Yea… I got it under control though. You didn’t have to save me y'know?” You grumbled. Sure you were grateful for his help but he didn’t need to know that.

Bakugo snorted and shook his head. “Right. Under control.” 

“I did!” You protested, a grin on your face. Bakugo chuckled. "Just... sit down. Idiot." he sighed, shaking his head.

"So rude." You huffed, sitting back down. "When is Kaminari getting back?" You asked, looking around for the other blond. 

Bakugo turned his head and jutted his thumb out to a slightly buzzed Kaminari draped over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Speak of the devil." 

Bakugo grinned.

You grinned back.

-

The city lights melded and meshed together in a whirl of colour. You stared longingly out of the sports car's window.

You had fun tonight. With Bakugo.

It was strange, that was for sure, you never thought that you would be enjoying the presence of the Katsuki Bakugo in your life like ever.

But you had fun tonight, sure most of it was to just make the headlines and show off to the press but at one point, the thought of your ranking had slipped from your mind and you began enjoying yourself. 

“Where to from here?” Bakugo’s voice was soft, and you snapped out of your train of thought, observing your surroundings. 

“Uhhh… next left and it should be the third one on the right.” You mumbled as Bakugo pulled the car to a slow stop at the red light.

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, clearly deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your voice broke him out of his train of thought and Bakugo shrugged. “Stuff.” He mumbled. “Did you have a good time?”

You nodded, looking back out at the window. “Yea. Did you?”

“I did.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. For what I said.” You mumbled as Bakugo stepped on the gas, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“The night of the gala. I said I hated you? That was a lie.” 

Bakugo’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“I don’t hate you. Hate is too much of a strong word. I’d say dislike is too strong of a word too. There are some things you do that piss me off but I wouldn’t say I hate you… y’know?” You shrugged.

Bakugo nodded, swallowing.

“I never hated you either.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling up to your driveway.

You paused, before turning your head to meet his gaze. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “Nah. You were annoying as fuck but I never hated you.”

A small smile creeped onto your face and Bakugo silently thanked his lucky stars that it was dark out, lest you see the blush that would creep onto his cheeks.

“Well then. Truce?” You stuck your hand out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching out for your hand. “Truce.” 

You grinned.

Bakugo grinned back.

-

“You do have a bit of an ego though. Might wanna get that checked out if you wanna be the number one.” You shrugged, sliding your key into your door.

Bakugo stared at you and frowned. “You’ve got an ego too bitch. Don’t fuckin’ play with me.”

“Bitch??”

“Do you wanna go? Right here?”

“I’ll fuckin’ body you even in this outfit.”

“You’re so on.”

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𖤓 part xi. | series m.list | prev | part xii.

there was a chance that you’ve passed by that tree already. maybe even a few times. you can’t help but silently curse to yourself as you step over the fallen twigs and branches crunching under your feet. with each hesitant step, hawks’ voice rings through your head as a reminder for your poor choice of footwear.

despite the several summers that you’ve spent running around these woods, the last five years have clearly not been kind to its elements. it was almost unrecognizable- not that you’d specifically remember every individual tree from your childhood, but trails heads had been vandalized, miscellaneous wrappers and trash were scattered from tourists during the off-season, and things were… gray.

there you stood in between two trees that seemed annoyingly too familiar as you peer through the woods. you forgot how dark these areas got once the sun began setting on the outside.

maybe you should’ve rallied up a group to search for touya. would that have been too dramatic? you doubt any of the campers would pass up an opportunity to scour the woods with close to zero adult supervision (you and tomura barely count as one functioning adult), and you could’ve easily played it off as just another camp activity. 

you had a thought earlier about stopping by enji’s office to ask about touya’s whereabouts. you could imagine it clearly; touya sitting in one of his dad’s infamous plush rocking chairs, and while he’s working on some paperwork, touya’s talking about the nostalgia of camp- what new, what’s not, everything in between, and maybe even you.

if touya could change so drastically, what were the chances that his dad could too?

you scoffed at yourself, shaking your head at the thought.

“starting to lose it?” a voice snaps your attention up “who knows what walking in circles for 20 minutes could do to a person.”

you look up into the trees to only be blinded by the stark brightness of a phone flashlight.

“touya?” you hold a hand out to block the light from your eyes.

“yup,” he responds, turning the back of his phone towards himself, “in the flesh.”

by now, the sun was halfway past the horizon, leaving you two in the blue dim of the dense trees that not even the remnants of daylight could infiltrate.

“fun day at the lake?” he nonchalantly asks as he swings a leg back and forth.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you scoff. “i’ve been looking for you all day, and you’ve just been here?”

looking for him? he was sure you’d be more than glad to have a day to enjoy the lake without him around, but your sudden burst of anger shuts him up for a moment.

“well i’ve been here.” he shrugs. “i don’t do water.” 

“yes you do.” you raise your voice. “stop fucking lying, touya.”

neither of you were sure as to why you were so upset. you knew this wasn’t about needing more hands to run the group of campers today, and you knew that people change- you were well aware of that- but there was something festering inside of you that was suddenly overflowing like a pot of water left over the burner.

“like seriously,” you continue, “take some accountability for once.”

“accountability? for what?” he scoffs. “hate me when i’m around, hate me when i’m not. tell me what the fuck you want me to do because i thought i was doing you a favor.”

the look on your face made him sick. he would never speak to you this way, but if there was something you both could agree on, it was that he wasn’t him anymore, and hasn’t been for a long time.

“a favor?” you spit as your ears grow hot. “you think you’re doing me a favor by disappearing without letting anyone know? you think you’re doing me a favor by making me think that maybe we could be amicable for the summer, and then pulling some shit like this whenever we have to work together?”

touya rolls his eyes, “if we’re being honest here, i didn’t want to come back to this shit hole either if that’s what you’re really mad about.”

he almost winces when your lips wobble into a frown.

“then why did you, huh?” you choke out, desperately trying to keep your expression still. “because you knew i’d be here. my name was in that email. yours wasn’t. excuse me for being a little bit caught off guard.”

don’t cry. don’t cry. please don’t cry.

“didn’t have a choice, sweetheart,” he coldly says, “and neither do you. i’m here and you’re going to have to deal with it, so i’m so fucking sorry.”

you were quiet- desperately trying to suppress the stream of thoughts, screams, and profanity running through your head.

if the rose colored glasses haven’t melted off this morning from the campers getting into it with each other, it definitely has now.

“coming back here was a mistake.” you began, knuckles going white as you press deep crescents into your palms. “ i should’ve…i shouldn’t have…”

for the first time ever, touya was witnessing you stumble over your words. the sharp tongued, quick witted y/n who was always ready to put him in his place was finally at a loss for words.

“tell me why. why did you come back then?” he interjects. “you regret coming back because i’m here?”

you press your lips together into a tight line. a beat of silence passes.

“coming back here was supposed to be nostalgic. it was supposed to remind me of the best times of my life growing up in these woods, but it’s not. everything is different and that’s fine. I can deal with change, but here you are,“ you scoff, “here you are as a constant fucking reminder for what it used to be, and how it’ll never be that again.”

as if the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him, touya went quiet. you don’t bother waiting for a response before turning on your heels and trekking back where you came from- not even half sure if it was the right direction back to the campsite.

the tips of your ears were burning with anger and frustration, you couldn’t be bothered to stop and think for a moment about the dangers of the situation that you had gotten yourself into.

the woods were almost pitch black. you had no idea where you were going. your sandals were doing nothing for the twigs and rocks digging into the sides of your feet. you could barely see a few feet in front of you, but you didn’t care. you needed to get away.

behind you, you hear the rapid crunching of footsteps following close on your trail.

“don’t follow me,” you say through gritted teeth.

“sorry sweetheart, but you’re not exactly the most directionally gifted eagle scout there was,” he scoffs.

“i don’t care. i don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.” 

“news flash,” he quickens his step, reaching out and grabbing onto your shoulder, “we share a cabin, we’re heading to the same fucking place, and you’re going the wrong way.” he nods his head back towards the opposite direction.

you don’t realize you’re crying until the first tear slips off your chin.

“i hate you.” you look at him for the first time tonight. really look at him.

touya's eyes slightly widen and his mouth gapes open with no words coming out.

you don't remember how long it took for this resentment to build up inside of you or when it was that "he's just busy" and "he's probably preparing for university" turned into "he doesn't care about me" and "i never meant anything to him."

“i hate you.” tears blur your vision, as you angrily wipe your eyes.

 the hand on your shoulder tenses for a moment before his other comes up to your right side.

“i hate you.” you sob against touya’s chest.

touya pulled you into him with a split second of regret. he desperately wants to tell you that it’ll be fine- that he’s here now and he can make things right, but even a promise like that wasn’t enough to convince him.

“i know,” he mutters into your hairline as your tears seep into his t-shirt, “i know.”

he hated himself too.

touya doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t try to comfort you. he doesn’t tell you that it’ll be okay. he lets you ball his t-shirt up in your fists as you tremble in his arms and try to choke back the next sob.

“let’s just get back to camp, okay?” was all he could say and for once, you don’t argue. 

a/n: FFFFUUUIUUUUCCCKKKKKK this was so uuuuhgggghhhhh to write i just want them to kiss and make up already </3 but unfortunately these two desperately need to feel their feelings and tussle it out BADDD

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reblog & tag how old you were in 2006

thinking about mean looking dabi dressed in all black; leather jacket, combat boots and all driving with his gf who’s this cute little thing wearing mini skirts, pastel colors (basically his exact opposite).

but he is the passenger princess.

BASEBALL

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alright i’m out, time to go honk shoo and deal with kenzie’s emotions tomorrow morning (later today since it’s 3am for me)

goodnight

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / drink away the pain / going home with tomu

main menu;

level nine; drink away the pain

cw; mentions of alcohol and drug usage, drinking, partying, weed smoking, one very brief mention of throwing up, heavy angst, long ass chapter btw, word count; 2.9k exactly

“so touya is the boyfriend you never introduced me to back then, isn’t he?” you and keigo were on the balcony of your apartment, a third blunt being shared amongst you both, while waiting for everybody to show. kenzie had gone home to feed her cat, but said she’d come back for the mini party.

“yeah.” he takes a hit of the blunt, ashes it, and then he passes it to you while blowing the smoke out and forming rings with it.

“what happened?” you inhale deeply, letting the smoke warm your lungs as the haze begins to settle over your body.

“we dated for about two years, until around the time mom died.” keigo shrugs, while looking up to the sky and watching the stars.

“how did it end?” you’re watching him now, you catch how the fingers of his right hand run along the tattoo on his left wrist, the same tattoo you’ve wondered about for years. 

oh. it’s from touya.

“i don’t know, he broke up with me in august a couple of weeks after mom’s funeral. all he said was that he couldn’t do it anymore.” by now you finished the blunt and you’re both looking at the stars. there’s a knock on the door and you both stand, walking back inside, his voice stops you before you go to open the door.

“i love him.”

“you mean you loved him, right?”

“no.” he disappears down the hall to his room.

that sentence stays in your head for the rest of the night.

himiko and ochako arrived together with more weed and a bottle of vodka. ochako also brought some sweets from her project with them. kenzie arrived five minutes later with more snacks and some wine. rumi arrived last, carrying some takeout bags and some tequila.

“ooh we are getting fucked up tonight.” rumi says as she eyes everything set out on the counter.

“yes the fuck we are.” you agree, everyone else in the room cheering along.

and thus, it begins. you all spend the next few hours smoking, eating, and drinking, except keigo who only smokes because he has work tomorrow. the clock reads 11:25pm, a little over an hour ago keigo had told the five of you about the history between him and dabi. and now you’re all just lounging around the living room. music comes from the speakers and a very confusing game of uno is being played.

“we should go to the club.” toga says from her spot on the floor. it’s offhanded, not meant to be taken seriously, but your drunk brain thinks it’s the most genius idea you’ve heard all day.

“let’s do it.” you get looks from the girls and keigo only sighs deeply once they begin cheering.

“Yes let’s fucking goo!” rumi cheers, the five of you stumble to your feet and begin rambling about where to go. keigo offers to drive you guys to the club and pick you up if necessary, but his words enter one ear, float around your brain, and exit the other.

it takes all of thirty minutes to decide on a club and get into the car somewhat comfortably, keigo drives to the club. dropping you off, he tells rumi (the most sober one) to call him when you’re ready to go home. you say your byes, keigo watching the five of you walk to the bouncer at the door before driving away.

how did i get here?

keigo thinks as he stands in front of a swingset in an abandoned park, the same one he and touya used to sneak away to back in high school. the same park he gave his everything to touya at, the same one where they said their first ‘i love yous’. the park they called their place.

the same park dabi broke his heart in.

So how did he get here?

he dropped his sister and their friends off at the club and then went for a drive. he must have ended up here subconsciously, it wouldn’t be the first time. keigo comes here every now and again, but he’s never been here at the same time as him.

standing there, looking as beautiful as the day he broke keigo, is touya, who is looking back at keigo as if he’d seen a ghost.

keigo has half a mind to turn around and leave, but his feet won’t move. planted firmly on the ground, he stays, eyes locked on dabi who also doesn’t move. they’re less than five feet from each other, there’s so much to say, but neither open their mouths to speak.

touya takes a step forward, arms reaching for him, and keigo breaks. rapidly shaking his head, the tears fall and a choked sob leaves him.

“no.” he tries to be firm, but his voice shakes.

“keigo, please.” dabi begs, taking another step forward.

keigo takes a step back, still shaking his head.

“no, i can’t. you can’t. kenzie, she, no.” he takes another step backwards.

“please, feather. i-i, please let me talk to you.” a step forward from touya, a step back from keigo. no matter how close they are, there will always be a distance.

“feather, please.” dabi stops moving, though he still continues to beg.

“no, flame. just stop, please?” keigo’s tone starts firm and bitter, before fading into a soft plea.

“i love you.” it’s not dabi saying it, but rather touya, that sixteen year old kid who tore keigo’s heart out of his chest and set fire to it.

“you can’t.” keigo says before turning and leaving, this time it’s touya that falls to his knees, a scream tearing from his throat as he sobs.

how did you get here?

you remember partying at home with the girls and keigo. himi suggested going to the club, and you remember keigo dropping you off. the club has been fun. you drank more, danced with the girls, drank again. you remember running into a friend of ocha’s and taking a picture, he then joined you guys for some shots and dancing before he slipped away to go smoke outside.

you remember taking pictures of himi and ocha, you took a picture with kenzie. you danced on top of a table. you remember a bathroom break where you threw up, rumi made you start drinking water after that. you remember himi saying bye, her friend spinner was there to take her and ocha home. you remember kenzie calling dabi, who didn’t answer, before saying she was going to uber home. that left you with rumi, but as you looked around the club, you couldn’t find her anywhere.

is that how you got here?

you’re leaning against the wall outside, phone in hand, with no sign of rumi still. with a sigh, you unlock your phone to call keigo, breath hitching when the screen opens to your discord, shigs name and most recent messages showing. you’re pressing the call button and putting the phone to your ear before you can think twice. you’re about to hang up when you hear the sound of the line connecting and a voice, deep and comforting, answers in a whisper.

“hey flowey.” his voice has tears welling up in your eyes.

“i miss you so fucking much shiggy.” it’s been almost two weeks since your last phone call with him. you’ve been busy working on your project with tomu, who you’ve gotten closer to in that time. and shigs, has been planning his grandmother’s funeral, which was earlier today.

“i know we’ve both been busy, but i miss our phone calls, our gaming sessions. i miss you.” you’re spilling out everything you’ve wanted to say to him, barely any control over your words as you just ramble.

“you don’t understand how much you actually mean to me, i-i’ve never seen your face but you’re an amazing person. you ground me and make me feel a peace in this fucked up world. i feel so disconnected from everything else when i’m spending time with you.” you choke out and can vaguely hear his breath hitching.

“i’m sorry.” is all he says.

“you don’t get it, do you?” you whisper brokenly.

“what?” the confusion is evident in his tone.

“i’m in love with you, b-but i think i’m also developing feelings for my project partner, his name is tomura. he’s shy and quiet, really nice though, i think you’d like him. he’s pretty cute, has this cute little mole on his chin and a scar over his lips.” you pause to take a breath.

“am i a bad person, shigs?” you’re both silent after the words leave your lips, the only sound is both of your soft breathing.

“no, flowey you aren’t.” he whispers.

“i feel like it. i’m in love with you, but i like tomu. that doesn’t seem fair to either of you.” you slide down the wall and sit on the floor.

“flowey-” he starts.

“it’s so cold, shigs, and i can’t find my friend either. i should call my brother to come get me.” you cut him off and sigh.

you hear somebody call your name, for some reason it echoes through the phone but you’re too drunk to realize. looking up, you see tomu about fifteen feet away, making his way to you.

“oh, tomu’s here.” you mumble into the phone. “shigs i-” he cuts you off.

“i’m sorry for everything.” he mutters and you’re left confused, why is he sorry?

“shiggy, what?” you’re still looking at tomu before checking your phone to make sure shigs hasn’t hung up, he hasn’t. bringing the phone back to your ear, you call his name again.

“i love you flowey, more than you know, and i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.” he hangs up before you can say anything. a tear falls down your cheek just as tomu kneels in front of you.

“you okay?” tomu’s voice is soft, it brings you a moment of peace before your eyes make contact with his and you cry.

“take me home tomu?” his heart breaks a second time at the pain in your voice.

how did he get here?

tomura wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here, or rather, he wasn’t sure why he was here. he knew how he got here, and he knew what happened prior to getting here. dabi came home with shoto, who promptly passed out in his brother’s room. the two of them then went up to the roof for a smoke sesh, a much needed smoke sesh. touya rolled some blunts, splitting them with shigs, and the two sat there smoking in silence.

“y/n said she met you today.” shigs spoke up, dabi hummed.

“yeah, she’s nice. pretty too, just your type man.” touya tells him.

“crazy part is, she’s keigo’s little sister. saw him today too at their place.” dabi snorted, though there wasn’t anything funny about what happened.

“no shit, high school keigo?” tomura took a long hit of his blunt, touya nodded.

“damn man, no wonder you’re all depressed on twitter. seeing him must have fucked you up.” touya sighed heavily at that.

“yeah, it did.” the pair goes back to being silent, sharing another blunt before dabi speaks again.

“i followed her on twitter, you wanna see her?” tomura would deny the way he blushed after touya’s question.

“yeah.” touya pulls his phone out, opening it up to your twitter profile and letting shigs scroll through.

“say you’re fucking lying.” tomura grumbles and dabi’s face portrays his shock.

“what?” touya takes another hit and side eyes his friend.

“dude, this is my project partner.” touya snorts as the words leave tomura’s mouth before it quickly dissolves into a coughing fit. he coughs for a minute or so, while shigs continue scrolling through your profile.

“no fucking way bro, how the fuck did you not recognize her voice? i get why she wouldn’t recognize yours, because of the modulator and you’re quiet in your tomura persona, but how did you not rocognize hers?” touya finally manages to say after his coughing fit dies down, shigs shrugs.

“she speaks differently too, it’s more, i don’t know, preppy i guess? kind of like she’s putting on this facade, a personality she thinks people will like.” tomura explains, dabi nods with a hum.

it’s quiet again, shigs hands touya back his phone right as the timeline refreshes. a post from toga appears, it’s a photo of you. the lighting is green and you’re dancing on a table, looking so ethereal, that his breath hitches.

“they’re at a club?” tomura’s voice comes out lower than before and dabi nods as he grabs his phone.

“yeah they got there like an hour ago, the one in hosu, by the shitty bar with the red sign outside. spinner is going to get himi and ocha after he finishes inventory at the shop. and kenzie is supposed to call me when she’s ready for me to get her.” he takes a last hit of the blunt between his fingers, while shigs goes quiet.

“i’m gonna go for a drive.” tomura says after a minute of silence.

“yeah, me too.” touya agreed.

so maybe that’s why he was here, to see you?

because right now, he’s sitting in his car parked across the street from the club you’re at. and he can see you from where he’s at, you’re leaning against the wall, phone in hand, wearing a dress that looks amazing on you, and it makes his heart race. 

he’s lost in his thoughts, fingers drumming against the steering wheel when his phone goes off with the discord voice call sound. he knows without even looking that it’s you. his eyes land on your figure and sure enough, there you stand with the phone against your ear. you look like you’re about to hang up and he answers the call before he can stop himself.

“hey flowey.” he can see the sad look on your face and assumes you have tears gathering in your eyes.

“i miss you so fucking much shiggy.” he can feel his heart break as he hears the pain in your voice.

god, he wishes he wasn’t such a dick to you today. it had been such a long day, he was exhausted emotionally and didn’t want to burden you. clearly, that didn’t matter since here you were, drinking the pain away and still thinking of him. and there’s nothing he can do except sit there and listen as you cry to him over the phone.

he listens as you ramble, telling him how much you miss him and how much he means to you.

“i’m sorry.” it’s the only thing his fucked up brain can think to tell you in this shitty situation.

“you don’t get it, do you?” your voice, normally so happy and full of love when talking to him, now sounds distant and broken, it leaves him with an awful feeling of guilt in his chest.

he voices his confusion and immediately regrets it, because then he has to sit there and listen as you tell him about how much you love him but how you’re gaining feelings for somebody else. who just so happens to also be him, unbeknownst to you of course. he listens as you talk about him as tomu, and frowns at the next words that leave your lips.

“am i a bad person, shigs?” he stays quiet at that, the sound of your breathing mixes in with his.

“no, flowey you aren’t.” he whispers trying to reassure you. he doesn’t even notice that he’s out of the car walking towards you.

“i feel like it. i’m in love with you, but i like tomu. that doesn’t seem fair to either of you.” he hears you say over the phone, as he watches your body slide down the wall to the floor. 

“flowey-” he doesn’t know what to say but it doesn’t matter when you cut him off, saying it’s cold and mentioning calling your brother.

he calls your name aloud as tomu and as you look up to see him walking towards you, he hopes you didn’t hear it over the phone. he sees the surprise in your eyes as you confirm it’s him, even saying it to him over the phone and he has to resist the urge to laugh.

you go to say something, but he cuts you off with an apology. he listens silently as you voice your confusion, watches as you check your phone to make sure he hasn't hung up yet, and then when you return the phone to your ear and call his name, he finally answers.

“i love you flowey, more than you know, and i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.” he hangs up before you can say anything, and watches as a tear falls down your cheek, before he takes the last few steps and kneels down in front of you as tomu.

“you okay?” he makes sure his voice is in the soft tone of tomu that you’re used to, he can see the short moment of peace it brings you before your eyes meet his and you begin to cry.

“take me home tomu?” and he feels his heart break once again at the pain in your voice and the look of devastation on your face.

level nine; drink the pain away completed!

one achievement unlocked; dabihawks meet again!

tag list; [open]

@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa

mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / party animals / drink away the pain

main menu;

level eight; party animals

cw; none here i don’t think?, just mentions of drinking, some images have alcohol in them, all images from pinterest, some suggestiveness in one of the tweets, everybody being mean to touya (he deserves it)

level eight; party animals completed!

no new achievements!

tag list; [open]

@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa

mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12

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soooo should i like end the chapter here??? or continue with the other parts i told u about in the dms??? (js gonna make the tweets a separate post at this point)

oh my goddd wtffff twin absolutely cooked i fear ‼️‼️

i say whatever works best for u narratively and in terms of flow (i’ll read it either way anyway 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

wait pause

are you a tomura selfshipper or a dabi selfshipper

i’m a whore so both but if i HAD to pick one it’d probably be (pls don’t make me pick it’s such a hard decision)

hawks

probably touya

(yes ik i’m doing tomura series but there’s js not enough love out there for him)

new chapter lore drop

ARII THE WAY I FUCKING CACKLED AT THISSSS 😭😭😭😭

“denki takes them to a bar oooh lala”

“i get hit on by some freak”

kenzie and ari mention

i love all of this omggg 😭😭

Shigadabi makes more sense than throwing hawks in that mix honestly. Hawks had more scenes with twice like if anyone, he should be with twice. Unless the manga shows more Dabi and Hawks interactions. Then I stand corrected, because I only know as far as the anime goes. I feel it makes no sense to ship characters who had less than two scenes together even if their pasts and backstories parallel each other or the characters are each others foils. In my view, if they haven’t interacted past a 10 minute exchange I don’t see shipping potential they have to be at least sharing a lot of screen time.

"it makes no sense to ship characters who had less than two scenes together even if their pasts and backstories parallel each other or the characters are each other's foils"

*throws up* so unfortunately i disagreeeeee and ik it's not that deep but if given an opportunity to talk about dabihawks i will take itttt

dabihawks is the type of ship that is only compelling because of their parallels and narrative foils. it's the type of ship where u rlly do have to read between the lines and understand the characters in order to "see it" and envision the possibilities even if that means having to look past the very little screen time they have interacting

-> hawks being seen as a human being for the first time in his life by the person that embodies everything he has been conditioned to hate (villains, dabi) when the people who raised him continues to only see him as a tool

-> dabi being understood for the first time by someone who went through very similar circumstance as him despite being painfully close to the person who ruined him in the first place (endeavor)

like it all about the possibilitiessssss hawks destined to be a villain like his father and ending up a hero and dabi destined to be a hero like his father and ending up a villain

*THROWS UPPPPP*

shigadabi to me is just me making my naked barbie dolls scissor like truly just to push the rude4rude freak4freak agenda i dont think they're canonically aligned at all LMAOOO like they barely interact past the end of the 2nd arc and dabi is also rlly fucking rude to shigs <\3 they r just 2 hot mean men i want to make kiss

uhhh moot tag??? go crazy

katsuki’s bomb? no

bakugo’s flare? ehh

katsuki’s fuse?

kb’s aussie?

i suuuuck at coming up w cutesy nicknames

my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

headaches are a very valid reason to not sleep, carry on then with forehead smooches to hopefully make u feel better

i, in fact, cannot compare the two because of how late i willingly stay up love uu tho <33

teeheee thank uuu :33 im sure they will (might continue writing if i can’t sleep tbh)

i know that’s right!! 😤🙄

would you do anything for me? buy a big diamond ring for me? would you get down on your knees for me? pop that pretty question right now, baby

࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔦𝔢’𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔟

⋆˙⟡ rueziee 🖤💖 – @rueclfer

⋆˙⟡ twin 🕯️ – @samm1e13

⋆˙⟡ hello this is kitty .ᐟ ^•ﻌ•^ฅ – @kitkat13001

⋆˙⟡ letters to dear daniel °˖➴ 💌 – @shigarakislaughter

⋆˙⟡ katsuki’s spark 💥 — @n3r0-5352

⋆˙⟡ nightmare on toke street 🔪 – @tokeposts

⋆˙⟡ supreme lesbian leader ᝰ.ᐟ – @poemeater

⋆˙⟡ my melody ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ – @anglbunny

⋆˙⟡ pochacco ⋆˚🐾˖° – @lysaisland

⋆˙⟡ keroppi ⋆｡𖦹° – @koznme

⋆˙⟡ cam – @seijuroww

⋆˙⟡ cas – @tapiocakisses

⋆˙⟡ chloe – @majoryeager104

⋆˙⟡ anons; 🎐

all pictures used are from pinterest; divider credits: @94ugh @kodaswrld @aquazero @lnhisgarden

I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”

♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

in which tomura shigaraki’s sister is forced to move in with him. she knew of his band already, but she never expected to become close to any of them, especially not her brother’s best friend. and she never expected that it could ruin her life any more than it already was.

cw: use/abuse of alcohol, drugs and substances; illegal activities; overall very stupid, messy decision making; kys jokes; mentions and allusions domestic violence; enji todoroki being a shitty father; parents in general being shitty; suggestive language; toxic relationships (but all the gay people are happy); mentions and depictions of child abuse; eventual smut (probably); will include written parts marked with 𝄞 (anything specific will be tagged in the chapter it applies to)

⋆ 18+ mdni

જ⁀➴

do I wanna know // if this feelin' flows both ways // Sad to see you go // was sorta hopin' that you'd stay // baby, we both know // that the nights were mainly made for sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day

⋆ playlist

♪ ༘⋆ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ

⋆ meet the band

⋆ meet the entourage

⋆ online shenanigans

♪ ༘⋆ ꜱᴇᴛʟɪꜱᴛ – ᴀᴄᴛ ɪ

i. stranger danger

ii. shush boykissers 𝄞

iii. practice session

iv. showtime 𝄞

v. successful kidnapping

vi. cold soba

vii. the offer 𝄞

viii. drive 𝄞

ix. family dinner 𝄞

x. keigo lore drop

xi. missing [upcoming]

xii. tbd [upcoming]

[ taglist open ]

tags: @fictionalcharactersownmyheart @hktfbuo @commonmisery @lsunncy @kyiyoko @seijuroww @themultifandomgirl @samm1e13 @kalulakunundrum @porusuniverse @oddball08 @starseclipsing @jlly1 @softasshadows @peachesvault @starrzzworld @letsgolulu @cristy-101

header made by @koznme ily

thank uu kenz for the taggg <33

> guacamole; the absolute best, homemade and authentic, i’m part mexican on my moms side so we ate this very very often

> i fucking love olives omg they’re soooo fucking good to me, the green and black ones idgaf (my gf hates olives so wow olives theory proven ig?)

> again with the mexican thing but mangos fucking smack, they’re so good i love them soo much, can literally eat them all the time is given the option. and if you put tajin or chamoy on them oooo smash

> i’ve only had hummus a couple times and it really depends on the flavor ig? idk don’t really have an opinion

> tomatoes are iffy cause i used to hate them, but now i can eat them in they’re in a salad but that’s it

> never had a cannoli and i’m very upset with myself about it cause i hear they’re delicious

open tags for whoever wants to join :)) 🫶🏼

FOOD DISCOURSE: reblog with ur opinions on guacamole, olives, mango, hummus, tomatoes, and cannolis

જ⁀➴ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

ask me why my heart’s inside my throat. i’ve never been in love, i’ve been alone. feels like i’ve been living life asleep. love’s so strong it makes me feel so weak.

⤷ bandit!ochako uraraka x fem knight!reader

as the prince’s bodyguard, you’ve grown accustomed to a life of quiet luxury and monotony. but when unease threatens to topple the kingdom’s fragile balance, you find yourself questioning just where your loyalties lie. you’re falling for the charming mage at the head of a growing revolution, but are you willing risk it all just to follow her into a new world…?

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 1 ✦ rumors

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 2 ✦ poison ivy

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 3 ✦ say you love me

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 4 ✦ monsters and men

ㅤ♡ !ㅤ 5 ✦ your only (coming soon)

series will contain mild mentions of fantasy-typical violence, reader and ochako are in their early/mid-twenties, reader is referred to by she/her pronouns