stupid thoughts

My Hero Academia

polyamorous

Hold You (bakugou/izuku x reader)

My Soulmates, My Burdens (dabi/shigaraki x erader soulmate au)

individual

Caught (dabi x allmight's quirkless daughter)

Brother (platonic dabi x ua traitor reader)

headcannons

LOV boys x All Might's quirkless daughter

FairyTail

I Love You (gray x chubby reader)

Misc.

random imagine

Koro Sensei x Reader

inspiration: Freaks by Surf Curse

oneshot where fem!reader in a secret poly relationship with our fav boys gets kidnapped by the league to be used as leverage or smthn idk

reader has no specified quirk, reader does NOT attend UA, reader and bakygou/midoriya are childhood friends. this is purely self-indulgent bc i cant find any story like this anywhere on the internet and i need to feed my delusions

WARNINGS: sewerslidal reader, SH(mentioned), abusive parents(mentioned), eating disorder(mentioned), reader is homeless (briefly). THIS IS SOME DARK SHIT BUT IT ENDS GOOD I PROMISE

the day started as usual for midoriya and bakugou. wake up, bicker, eat a quick breakfast, bicker, walk to class, bicker, iida yells at them to stop bickering, and they bicker some more.

nothing seemed off for the first few hours. sure, neither of them had gotten the usual good morning text from [name], but she had some crazy midterms coming up. it wasn't all that unusual for her to stay up late and sleep in, forgetting to text them in her rush to get to class on time.

but when lunch rolled around, and still neither had received a text, they started to worry. their classmates had noted the lack of bickering in the second half of the day, and the constant checking-of-phones. their anxiety wafted across the suddenly cramped classroom like midnight-sensei's quirk. slow and suffocating. everyone felt it.

neither noy had noticed the worrisome glances their respective friends shot back and forth. they were too wrapped up in their thoughts. they spent all of class texting back and forth.

b.k: what if her parents found out about us?

i.m: she would have found a way to message us if that were the case.

i.m: i'm more worried she did something to herself. i think one of us should drop by her place after classes.

b.k: you go. i'm better at shutting these morons up anyways. i'll tell them you're visiting aunt inko or smthn.

i.m: thanks kacchan.

b.k: fuck off.

it was no secret to the boys that [name] was suicidal. nor that her parents were homophobic, abusive pricks. throughout their childhood, her parents made that very clear. she'd mention to them sometimes how both boys were cute, and the result was more often than not purple and blue marks poorly covered by the sleeves of her elementary school uniform.

by the time they'd reached middle school, those poorly hidden bruises turned into thin lines.

[name]'s parents didn't believe in medication, nor in therapy. for a long time, her only comfort was in the homes of bakugou katsuki and midoriya izuku.

after izuku was deemed quirkless, her parents wouldn't let her be around him anymore. so the trio spent most days hiding out at the bakugou's place. it was there that she confided in the boys about her parents. it was there that the three of them became an offical polyamorous relationship. it was there they had their first kiss.

inko and the bakugou parents were more parent-like than [name]'s parents ever were to her. she trusted them with everything.

after classes, the boys sat in the dorm common room with the rest of their class.

neither boys' constant glances at their phones were lost on their classmates. every flip of the screen and refresh of the page was caught by the other students.

every notification prompted a glance. that included the shared ding of both boys' phones.

[fn].[ln]: i need you.

[fn].[ln]: please.

i.m: where are you

[fn].[ln]: (location sent)

b.k: we're on our way.

neither boy stopped to grab a jacket or umbrella before shoving their shoes on and bolting out the door of the alliance building. neither boy said a word to their classmates, or even spared them a glance after the last text was sent.

as soon as they were out of the building, the class went to alert aizawa, who followed suit in a similar fashion to the boys.

he followed them through the heavy downpour as they turned off the main road, midoriya yelling out directions while bakugou dragged him along, both moving faster on foot than aizawa had seen them move before.

after the fifth turn, they stopped.

katsuki was quick to crouch down in front of you, and izuku sat against the wall behind you. you lifted your head from your knees, tears standing apart obviously from the rain on your face.

katsuki pulled you into a hug, and you sobbed harder.

"they kicked me out," you muttered into his shoulder, "they found out about us."

katsuki's face fell, and izuku's hardened.

"i'm calling sensei-"

"no, please, god izu, please don't."

izuku dropped the hand holding his phone, sighing. "[name], the first thing they'll do is look for you at one of our places. they'll realize what they did and decide to deal with it on their own. we all know they will."

katsuki pulled back, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. "[name], please. let him call aizawa. you'll be safer at the school than you will be at any of our places."

you sniffed, looking up into katsuki's eyes.

the fight had been ugly. your parents searched your room while you were at school the day before, and found letters between the three of you. from before you had phones. from before you learned how to be discreet.

your father was quick to lay hands on you as soon as you got home, yelling about what a slut and a whore you were. your mother just leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and head shaking in disappointment.

they kicked you out with nothing but the phone in your pocket and uniform on your body.

you sniffed, leaning into katsuki's touch. "...okay."

izuku picked his phone back up, and katsuki held you close. before the phone could ring even once, aizawa dropped from the roof above. "just what in the hell is going on here."

you tensed, and katsuki held you closer, whispering sweet words and comforting phrases into your ear as you shook from fear and the icy coldness of the rain around you.

izuku stood, making his way over to the teacher in front of him. he explained the situation the best he could, staying as calm as possible.

but his girlfriend was falling apart in front of him damnit, and there was nothing he could do out here.

"sensei, please. just for the night."

aizawa sighed. "she can stay for the night. i can't promise anything more than that, it's ultimately the principal's call."

"thank you, sensei."

izuku moved back over to where you and katsuki sat, and croushed down.

"hey, we have to get up [name]."

"i can't..."

"c'mon, [name]. you're so much stronger than you think you are. we just have to get to the school, it's only a couple blocks. then you can rest, alright?" katsuki stroked his hand through your hair, forehead resting against yours.

"i can't..."

izuku sighed, making eye contact with katsuki. the blonde nodded, standing and picking you up with him. he held you close to his chest, your knees folded around one arm and back resting against the other. you held on tight around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder.

izuku stood, turning to face aizawa. and you started the trek back to the school.

-

you sat on the couch an hour later, blanket around your shoulders and head resting on katsuki's shoulder. you were sound asleep, thank god.

the situation had been hard to explain to the boys' classmates. they didn't know either boy was even in a relationship, let alone with each other and another person.

eventually everyone went back up to their dorms, except for you and your boys. izuku and katsuki sat whispering to each other while you spelt in the blonde's arms.

they'd keep you safe and keep you away from your parents.

Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki Poly Soulmate Mark AU (angst)

TW: child abuse (reader), idiots in love, alcoholism, drugs, slight religious trauma if you squint, terribly written angst with a touch of fluff toward the end, possessive behavior

not proofread, written in like an hour lol

reader is plus-size coded, but you can absolutely read it as mid-sized or skinny

reader's quirk not mentioned

lowercase on purpose

~

for as long as you could remember, your father had drilled it into your mind. soulmates were not something we sought out in this family. marriages were for the purpose of breeding the perfect offspring. he would hear nothing of love, nothing of the mark that appeared on the inside of your left wrist when you turned 13.

your father was a hero. a societal pillar in the small community you'd grown up in. his fans knew nothing of the words he preached, and your neighbors knew nothing of the ideals he beat into you. always a "clumsy child", no one questioned the marks that appeared on your arms and torso. no one questioned why you were so quiet, choosing instead to believe your father when he told them you just preferred to keep to yourself.

as a child you weren't allowed to have friends. not that you wanted them. your father deemed them unnecessary, and you never wished to drag anyone down with your home problems.

when you turned 13, and that mark first appeared, the beatings and weekly preachings turned almost daily. soulmates are not worth the trouble. they will only bring you down. find a man instead who will bring you the best children, strong quirks, money and glory.

strong quirks. money. glory. that was what your father evangelized. glorified. he didn't care if you became a hero, didn't care if you were happy or safe. as long as your children and spouse brought your family no shame.

you could imagine the anger in his eyes when you ran away the first time at 15. you'd dyed your hair again, and he'd left you with a busted lip and likely broken ribs for it. so you'd left. hopped on the first train to Tokyo and planned to never look back. until he found you. you'd been left with much worse than simply bloodied that night.

at 16 you'd began tagging. a black duffel bag stored under your bed held different spray paints and stencils picked up at the hardware store.

at 17 you began pick-pocketing, swiping necessities from gas stations and convenience stores. 17 was the first time you shed another's blood. the first you'd heard of Stain, his ideals and thoughts. he spoke to you, you thought. his words struck a chord deep inside and it never stopped its ringing.

so, when you left at 18 and people asked you, the daughter of a locally loved hero, if you believed in soulmates? the answer was always no. no, they were not worth the trouble. not worth the pain and trauma you'd endured all those years.

now, at 22, you'd made yourself scarce in public and known amongst the worst of the worst. with no name to call you, no alias to make yourself known and no friends to spread your words, the public knew you only as XXX. the mark you tagged in blood above the bodies of your victims. former heroes, usually. child abusers, rotten preachers, the true worst of society. the people monsters hidden in plain sight

---

the dinky motel had an awkward smell to it. stains on the walls and furniture, something akin to blood stuck in the sheets. you couldn't really complain though, this was the best your stolen money could buy you. next to nothing, really.

the motel was known in the underground as a place villains and vigilantes alike could rest and recover. the receptionist knew you by name, always having a rolm ready for you just in case. she was your favorite. quiet. didn't ask questions. occasionally she'd stop by after a particularly rough night, with her a small first-aid type kit and a glass bottle of some kind of unknown alcohol. she'd help stitch you up. drink the night away with you. you appreciated her, would likely shed more than some blood if anything happened to her.

it was nights like tonight, though, that pissed you off. some old man, Girian he called himself, had contacted you. the League of Villains was looking to recruit more members, and they'd been looking to scout you specifically. you'd seen their work, admired it even. but you had no need for comrades or friends. not at first, at least.

eventually you'd let him meet with you, let him convince you. you'd join, with no commitments to their people and no strings attached. you could leave when you wished, kill who you wanted with protection from their ranks. sounded too good to be true, really, but who were you to decline?

so here you sat, black duffel bag packed and black hoodie adorned. waiting on the car that would pick you up and shuttle you away forever. you'd already left a bottle of the expensive stuff for the receptionist at her desk, as well as a note thanking her for everything she'd done. no strings attatched.

Creepy Guy Girian Out front. (read 2:13am)

you huffed, tossing the bag over your shoulder and closing the door behind you.

this was it.

---

the car ride was awkward, to say the least. but this was the icing on the fucking cake.

a lizard man, guy with purple skin along his arms, chest face and neck, a girl no more than 16 with blonde buns and a knife, a man in a suit and top hat, and the leader. a man who desperately needed some vaseline and obviously spent a good amount of time in his room gaming. not that you could really talk though. Spinner, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Compress, and Shigaraki. you knew their names only from the news.

"so this is her, eh?" Dabi leaned forward from where he sat on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. "doesn't look like much."

"well neither do you, but you don't see me commenting."

Toga giggled, "oooh, can we keep her? please Shiggy can we can we?"

Shigaraki looked you up and down. "That's up to her."

he stuck out his left hand and you clocked it almost immediately. a Soul Mark, matching your own perfectly. you fiddled with the sleeves of your black hoodie, making sure your left sleeve covered your mark before reaching out your right hand to meet his. "(Y/N). nice to meet you, Shigaraki."

"likewise."

Dabi stood, crossing the room and draping his left arm over your shoulders. you saw his mark as well. matching yours. one soulmate was bad enough, but two? this would be difficult to avoid, but maybe they'd be too wrapped up in each other to even notice you. if you were lucky.

god, if your father could see you now. a villain with two soulmates, both standing for everything he was against.

"so," he asked, walking you toward the bar, "drink of choice?"

the purple misty mass, Kurogiri, set down the glass he was cleaning to set up a Whiskey on the rocks for Dabi.

"anything that'll get me drunk," you responded.

Dabi smirked. "oh, i think we'll get along great."

---

three months had passed. three months of avoiding Dabi and Tomura. three months of helping Himiko with her hair, going on tedious missions with Compress, and playing drunken games of darts with Spinner. most of your time, though, was spent alone at the bar.

no matter who you were with of what they had you doing with them, as soon as Dabi or Tomura entered the room, you made some crafty excuse to leave the room and the situation. the others had noticed, and naturally so had Dabi and Tomura.

now, here you were at the bar. drinking away your sorrows and just trying to hit your watermelon ice nicotine, when the two you'd been trying so hard to avoid sat to your left and right. boxing you in.

god damnit.

"so," Dabi started to your left, "you've been avoiding us."

"what, you gotta problem with two guys being soulmates or something? because we have no problem throwing your ass right back to the street we dragged you off of." shigaraki snatched your whiskey from in front of you, taking a sip. his eyes bore into your own.

"i've had my fair share of chicks, thanks. just dont see any reason to form unnecessary bonds where i don't need to."

Dabi cocked an eyebrow. "unnecessary, eh?" he leaned forward, taking the drink from Tomura and gulping the rest of it down. "is it that it's unnecessary, or is it that you're just hiding something?"

shit, keep your game face on. this was not a fucking drill, this was not a fucking dream. this was real life, and you had to get the hell out of this situation.

"maybe she works for the Commission, what do you think T?"

"i don't know, i was thinking maybe she was here because her Daddy asked her to be."

oh hell. fucking. no. you didn't want to be in a conversation with these men, and you certainly didn't want to be in a conversatioon about your father with these men.

"just fuck off and leave me alone."

you moved to get up, but Dabi grabbed your left arm before you could. your sleeve rode up just a smidge, so dreadfully close to exposing what you'd been trying so hard to keep to yourself.

"tell us what your hiding first, Hon." Dabi's voice was deep. gravelly. drawing you in so undeniably quick. you needed to get away before this went downhill, fast.

"just leave me be," you tried to pull your arm away, only for it to be the worst move you could have made. the sleeve of your tight black shirt rode up, ever so slightly, but it was enough. Dabi had seen it.

"the fuck is this? a Soul Mark-?"

he yanked your arm back, showing Tomura. Dabi just looked, and Tomura's eyebrows knitted together.

"god, fuck off." you pulled your arm away, leaving the bar and heading down the alleyway before either man could even get a word in.

god damnit.

---

the club you found yourself at was loud. right now, you just needed to forget the conversation you'd found yourself in only an hour ago. maybe find a nice hunk of meat to take you home and make you forget, just for a little while.

your leather shorts hugged your curves perfectly, your body pudging out ever so slightly at the top. your black halter top accentuated your chest. there was no need to hide your mark, not right now.

and you found one. he ground his hips against you on the dance floor, hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. you'd drank yourself to near stupidity, the weed, nicotine and alcohol in your system all mixing together into a deadly concoction of desire and need. the desire to find someone new, and the need to forget. this man, as pale as they come and hair as dark as the sky outside, seemed to be the perfect person to help you tonight.

he laced your hand in his, leading you to the dingy bathroom down the hall. in your current state, you failed to notice the two sets of eyes boring into you, watching you disappear.

the man whose name you never bothered to learn helped lift you onto the sink, stepping between your legs and gripping your waist. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper.

you kicked off your shoes, hearing his belt come undone. but that's as far as you'd get tonight.

the door closed and locked, but before you could look up to see who was here, the man before you faded to a pile of dust and ashes on the floor.

you looked up, meeting with pale-blue eyes. Dabi leaned against the now locked door, and Tomura in front of you.

you were fuming. not only had they intruded, unwelcomed, you added, but Tomura had dusted away your distraction for the night.

"what the fuck do you think gives you the goddamn right?" Tomura pushed your back against the mirror, Dabi coming up beside you, gripping your chin to force your gaze toward him.

"what, you thought you could just hide this from us for months and we'd just let it go?"

you had yet to say anything, too angry and shocked and, let's be honest high, to speak.

"you don't get to run away from this."

you scoffed at Dabi, pulling your face out of his grip and pushing Tomura away.

"you don't fucking control what i choose to do with my life. i'm sorry, but i don't believe in that soulmate bullshit. you two can fucking go at it for all i care, but leave me the hell out of it because i'm not interested."

you moved to get up, but shigaraki pushed you back again, right hand gripping around your throat (with the pinky up) and body leaning close. "you don't get to leave this fucking bathroom until we have a conversation.

"fine!" you scoffed, "converse away! but don't expect it to end with me just accepting my fucking fate and leaving with you."

Dabi's face hardened. "listen, hon," he leaned closer, moving his hand to force you to look at him once again. "you're leaving with us, one way or another. do you know how fucking long we've been waiting? for you?"

tears threatened to spill from your eyes. you didn't want this, didn't want them.

soulmates are not something we seek out in this family.

"so, what?" your voice shook as you spoke, "you just expect me to fall apart for you? you think i'll just hear you out and let you whisk me away? abandon everything i've ever been taught just for some guys? i'm not that kind of girl, you can't just-"

Dabi pulled you in, cutting you off and kissing you. it was electric. damn near made you change your mind. but you didn't.

not until he let go and Tomura moved in. his kiss was rougher. lips chapped and possessive. they weren't going to let you go, were they?

if you were being honest with yourself, when he pulled away, you weren't sure if you wanted them to.

you panted, tears finally falling. "so, what? you just expect me to drop everything and be with you?"

"we don't expect you to do anything." Tomura whispered. "just give us a chance."

and in the months that followed, you did.

~

thought of this while listening to my FNAF playlist shhhhhh

Entertainment. That’s what you were. That’s all you ever could be, all you ever would be.

You’re a black tourmaline gem. A healer. You stood for stability and protection and health. After screwing up on the battle field, you were…demoted. To the Diamonds, you were nothing but entertainment now. You’d been taken from the rest of the Tourmaline’s, the healers, and forced to dance. You were lucky they didn’t shatter you.

You’d messed up. Bad. You’d tried to save a Jasper on the front lines with your abilities and failed when the Crystal Gems attacked. A Bismuth and some kind of fusion. The defected Ruby and Sapphire, you assumed. And your Jasper had been taken in the conflict.

This wasn’t just some Jasper. She was one of Homeworld’s most valuable fighters. And you’d let her be poofed and bubbled away.

The Diamonds forced you to dance. To be their personal entertainment.

This was four years ago.

You sat in your chamber, staring at your hands. You were S/C with black hues and a black gem on your chest. A cracked gem on your chest. You were defected. Different. Unworthy.

They should have just poofed you, you thought.

“Tourmaline.”

You stood, facing the yellow Pearl.

“Yes?”

“Yellow Diamond requests your presence. Immediately.”

She unlocked your cell and you shuffled along behind her. The walk was silent. Awkward.

Yellow Diamond? You expected Blue. Yellow and White never requested you. Ever.

You enter the room behind the Pearl. “My Diamond,” she saluted, “The Tourmaline you requested.”

You bowed your body into a curtesy, not quite looking the Diamond in the eyes. “My Diamond.”

She barely glanced from her tech. “Well. Get on with it.” She continued tapping and scrolling through her maps and plans. “Tourmalines,” she muttered.

You winced. “Yes, my Diamond.”

And so, you danced. The Pearl snickered to a White Pearl next to her, the two of them giggling.

You danced and danced. Maybe for hours, maybe for minutes. After all this time, you’d learned to lose yourself and forget.

“MY DIAMOND,” another Yellow Pearl burst through the door, panting, “We’re under attack.”

Yellow looked to her, nostrils flaring. “Arm the Rubies and Quartz’s. No soldier can rest, call on the injured if necessary-”

The spire shook. They were here.

Walls fell and everything passed in a blur. Fighting and screaming, poofing and bubbles, Chashing swords, crumbling stone.

You turned, and there stood the Pearl. Pink Diamond’s former pearl.

-

You stumbled back, falling to the ground. “No no, no please-”

You stopped, looking around and panting. This…wasn’t the spire. Some kind of…cave? You looked up. Bubbles. Bubbles with gems inside them.

“You’re okay- I promise. You’re okay now.”

Your head whipped forward. A boy. A Human boy? Were you on Earth?

“What- How- Where am I?”

“You’re on Earth,” the boy kneeled in front of you and you shifted back further. He extended his hand. “You’re safe now.”

You looked into his face, tears brimming. What? Earth? Safe- what was this?

“No. Nono, no. This can’t be Earth- no. The Diamonds- the Diamonds will shatter me for this.”

You scrambled back further, getting to your feet and stumbling into the wall. Your hands slowly made their way to your face. “I-I’ll be shattered for this…”

“The Diamonds are gone.”

This voice was deeper. You looked ahead of you. The Fusion and the Pearl. The Pearl.

“Y-You,” your breath picked up again, looking to the Pearl. “You poofed me- you bubbled me.”

She looked down. “I’m so sorry, Tourmaline…”

“How…how long have I been…”

“About 3,200 years.” You looked to the Fusion.

“Three…thousand years..?” You looked to the ground, hands falling to your side. “Three thousand…years?”

“The war has ended,” started the fusion, “The diamonds surrendered. They’ve changed.”

You scoffed. “Changed? The Diamonds?”

“It’s true,” the human boy started, “They’re different now.”

Slowly, you began to understand. They explained everything. The end of the war. The Cluster. The Diamond’s cooperation. How they’d forgot you. Their personal entertainment. Their perfect plaything.

Now you sat, in what they called a “living room”. Alone again. It was dark out, everyone was hidden away. The Human-Gem hybrid, Steven, slept snoring loudly above you.

You got up, opening the door and walking down the steps to the beach. You looked out to the waves, and you danced.

You don’t know how long she was standing there, but at some point she whistled. “Nice moves, Tourmy.”

You stopped short, whipping your head to her. “What- Who are you?”

“Bismuth.” She said nothing else.

“You…you’re the Bismuth from the front lines.”

She looked down. “I found you to say…I’m sorry about that. If we’d known what they’d do to you, we wouldn’t have left you there.”

You looked away, bringing your hand to your cracked gem. “Nothing you can do about it now.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to say that.” She turned, beginning to walk away.

“…wait-!” you reached out, resting a hand on her arm. “Do you want to…” you looked away, blushing. “…dance? With me?”

She smiled. “Sure,”

And so you danced again in the moonlight. Maybe it was hours. Maybe minutes. But you didn’t lose yourself in pity. You lost yourself in her.

And then there was a glow. And you weren’t alone anymore.

-

Pure. Fuckin. Angst.

Was listening to Rewrite the Stars from the Greatest Showman while writing this so expect the vibes to be heavy 🙈

Fuck. Fuck.

How could the plan go so terribly? You’d gotten the League all the information they needed. You’d preformed perfectly- as had they. But here they were. Trapped in holding cells, under consistent surveillance.

Somehow, in all the chaos, no one was any the wiser about you being apart of the League. After all, you were All Might’s perfect, feeble, quirkless daughter.

Not like you’d be capable of that anyway.

So here you were, tasked with bringing your former friends their dinner. The surveillance was heavy, so you had to be careful not to let anything slip.

The rooms were quirk-proof, a precaution to keep you safe. What a joke. They were worried the League members would try to attack you. Ridiculous.

After making your rounds, Dabi was all that was left.

You’d been in a tough situationship with him for a little over a month now. Stolen kisses and drunken escapades- it was fun. But that’s all it was. All it could ever be. Feelings…needed to stay out of it.

You scan your ID, and the door to the cell opens.

“Dabi.”

His head turned lazily around at the sound of your voice. He was frail, probably due to the slop you’d been forced to feed him daily. That tacked on with the fact he only got two a day, as well as him not getting much physical activity, made his stature almost ironically fitting.

He was on the floor, legs bent doing sit-ups. His shirt was on the other side of the room.

The cameras were in all four corners, as to avoid having any blind spots.

“Well hey there, Doll Face.”

You sighed, setting his food on the table and turning to leave, albeit reluctantly.

Suddenly he was behind you, hand gently rested on your wrist.

“Wait.”

You knew what time it was. The surveilling guard was kn his dinner break right now, and you had maybe five minutes. Maximum.

“Y/N. Please.”

Dabi knew what time it was too.

“Dabi…we can’t.”

You knew exactly what he wanted. A conversation. You couldn’t look back at him, not when you know he had that look in his eyes. Not when he’d been trying to have this conversation for weeks now, and you’d avoided it before they all ended up caught.

“Please…”

He sounded so broken though. So…done.

Gently, he pulled you to him, hugging you from behind. You closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling. In another life, maybe another world, he’s be hugging you like this from behind after he came home from work. You’d be cooking dinner, the house would smell of marinated chicken and potatoes.

Just one last time, you decided. This was the last time.

“Y/N. Listen to me. You need to stop running. From your father, from this, from us. From me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, bringing you back to reality.

“That’s not possible, Touya.”

He sighed, turning you around and lacing your fingers in his. He brought his other hand to cup your face.

“All I want to do, Y/N. All I want to do is kiss you. We could do it, you know? Get out. Get things back to how they used to be. You and me. Screw the others. Screw out fathers- screw society. Y/N, we could leave. Please, fuck,” he looked into your eyes when you almost pulled away, “stay with me.”

You sighed. No time like the present, right? “Touya… I’m not yours.” Your voice broke heavily. “I don’t deserve you- you don’t deserve to be trapped with someone like me. I’m going to get you all out of here…but I won’t be coming with you, Touya. Eventually you’ll see- I’m not the one for you.”

His eyes watered, as did yours. He wasn’t physically incapable of crying, but you were. You had to wrap this up, before it got any more difficult.

“Touya…Dabi. I can’t come with you.”

His eyes searched yours. “Y/N, since you walked through the door of that bar I have loved you. I love you. Please, fuck, don’t do this.”

“Touya, everything is keeping us apart. Our lineage, society, hell even what we want out of life. It’s impossible, Touya.”

“It’s not.”

He squeezed your hand harder, and you looked back up to him. “Y/N, it’s possible. You and me, baby,” his voice cracked, “we can do this-”

“No, we can’t. Do you know why I joined the League, Touya? I wanted to be free. I was sick of society walking all over me and others for things we couldn’t control. There are things we can’t do, Touya, and tearing down all of society? That’s one of them. I’ll get you all out of here. But after that…”

“Y/N-”

“After that you’ll realize, Touya. I’m not the one meant for you.”

“Y/N, all i want is you.”

“And all i want is you. But, Touya,” a sob slipped through, “I can’t have you.”

He pulled you close, kissing you, This was different. Tears mixed with blood and feelings clashed. For him, this kiss was hope. For you, it was goodbye.

You pulled away. “Touya. I can’t have you.”

He looked at you, eyes searching yours once more. “Baby…Y/N, please.”

“Goodbye, Touya.”

Your hand slipped from his, and you made sure to shut the door behind you. You broke down onto the floor, back against the door. Sobs wracked your whole body.

A week later, the footage was leaked to the public. The night you were meant to break the League out. Those left in this fucked society decided, you were to be executed.

Your last thought, as you faced the blood stained wall, was that if you’d only been faster. If you’d only seen through what the heroes were planning that day. You could have stopped this.

The footage was broadcasted around the nation, All Might’s child’s execution. It was ironic, in a way. A real fuck you to society.

As the executioner cocked his gun, you thought to yourself. Maybe this was written in the stars. Maybe, if you’d tried harder. If you’d been better. You and Touya could be back with all the League in a safe house right now. If you fought, now, you could have him. You could try to fight the guard, try to get to him.

You could have him.

All Might’s daughter and Endeavors son. What a ridiculous notion.

Just before the bullet hit, your last thought hit you and your vision blurred, tears finally falling.

yes i thought of these while rewatching season 6 shhhhh

SEASON 6 SPOILERS

Shigaraki

the two of you absolutely met while he was trying to kill you

he showed up at your apartment in the middle of the night and had you against the wall, four fingers on your face

you caught him off-guard when you smiled

“do it.”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me. do it. got nothing left to live for anyways.”

he just kinda recruited you after that

you’re quirkless but you’re good with all that techy shit

you’re able to hack into UA’s defenses and get them info that wouldn’t be available to them otherwise

he just kinda falls for you at some point

and you always kinda liked him

things move pretty slow, but he’s very possessive

you don’t realize this until about a month in

you were walking late at night when a group of guys tried to jump you

he was watching you and dusted them before you could even get a word in

bottom line, he loves you and he would do anything if it means protecting you from scumbags and heroes

anything.

Dabi

you met when you were kids

your dad was unintentionally neglectful, and he’d dragged you to some hero convention

endeavor dragged touya too

you were roughly 16, he was 17

you snuck off with him onto some secluded balcony to smoke some weed and you both just sat there

maybe you vented to each other, maybe you sat in silence

one thing stays the same though: neither of you were your father’s successors anymore, neither of you the star pupils

when he went missing, you really didn’t think anything of it. you weren’t close, but you still hoped he’d be okay

you met again years later, 21 and 22

a league member and the number one hero’s daughter

he found you in a subway, you were on your way home from a college class

when you got together, he kept you secret from the league

toga could absolutely tell something was up though

the league ended up on the run after a while, touya was always out trying to recruit people

that’s what the league thought anyway

in reality, he spent a majority of his time with you

after a while, after all for one took over shigaraki’s body, you touya didn’t visit anymore

you you found them during spinner’s very moving speech

everyone’s heads whipped toward you.

shit, all might’s daughter. they were screwed

“what’re you doing here, doll face?”

“making sure you aren’t dead.”

everyone was mildly confused and felt a little betrayed at first

eventually, they accepted you

but only after you killed that eavesdropping hero

dabi isn’t exactly possessive, per say

he just wants you safe

he knows what it’s like to have someone be overbearing, after all

he loves you, you love him

secretly, he loves that he corrupted the former number one hero’s daughter

what a slap in the face to society, right?

Compress

he saved your ass from being mugged

absolutely he did you can’t change my mind

you admired him for a while after that

your dad was confused when you became more closed off, but he didn’t really have the time to worry

he was more focused on deku. always was

neglectful parents, am i right?

compress saw how much it hurt and comforted you

you left to join the league and be with him

they accepted you with open arms

compress is all about PDA

he holds your hand, hugs you, peppers your face with kisses

when bakugo was kidnapped, he yelled at you specifically

how the hell could the number one hero’s daughter betray society like that?

compress held you that night

he’s just so doting

he steals you expensive things, usually jewelry

he just wants his princess to have everything she deserves

one night, up on the roof of that run-down shack the league was holed up in, i press found you

“what’s wrong, love?”

“…my dad. he reached out.”

you’d been gone for months

he’d only just realized you were gone

what a stand-up father.

compress sat beside you all night up on that roof

he just wants his girl to be alright

Spinner

you were the first person to look at him like he was just any other person

because of his past, that hit him hard

he was hooked fast

you weren’t willing to leave and join the league

but you bonded over your fondness for stain’s ideology

you’d both experienced first-hand how fucked society was, after all

he’s not big on pda, but in private?

he’s all over you

he hugs you from behind while you’re cooking, holds you close to him while watching things on the tv

“that smells amazing, hon.”

“i know, it’s your favorite.”

you love the shit out of him

you hold him when he’s going through touch shit, and he does the same

it hit you hard when he stopped coming around

they were on the run, not much you could do about that

still hurt, though

he somehow still finds the time to leave you gifts and notes while you’re sleeping

he can never bring himself to wake you

after all this time, even after being evacuated to UA, you still love the stupid fucker

Koro Sensei [Ryushi Korogane] x Assassin!Experimented!Reader

Had this idea for a while, just rewatched Ass.Class and thought I’d write it. 100% SFW don’t worry lol (I don’t write a lot of NSFW)

Synopsis: You met the infamous Reaper on an assassination job. Things…happened from there.

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This was his apartment. The infamous “Reaper”.

He’d taken out your client’s son, and his grandson had since gone missing.

Personally, you didn’t care much. So what? The snot-nosed kid probably saw his dad get taken out. He was either running and hiding or the Reaper had taken him out too.

What the Reaper did wasn’t really your business. He was an assassin. A professional. Your were the same. Money is Money, though. And with the amount this guy was paying you, there wasn’t really room to refuse.

No one really knew anything about the Reaper. But to you, that only made this job more exciting.

You were a pretty techy girl. A city’s security cameras and a few quick firewalls broken through and his info was yours. He wasn’t very tech savvy, not the way you were.

You were now the only individual in all of Japan who knew where he holed up between jobs. The place was rundown. People in the other rooms dealing and doing drugs had no effect on you. You’d seen worse, seen much more sketchy.

His apartment was on the 3rd floor. You were perched up on the building adjacent, across the street. His black out curtains were drawn, but that did little to hide the small boy peeking through. Probably the grandson, you thought. Your client had paid a decent amount of money, and had an extra couple thousand waiting if you brought him back safe and sound.

Something clicked behind you. The roof access door. Shit.

You swing around, reaching for the knife in your thigh holster. But he was quicker. In seconds your front side was pinned against the wall near your spot, your sniper was abandoned and your knife clattered against the floor. The right side of your face burned against the rough material of the wall, and your neck was tense from the harshness of the impact. You could see his face.

He held your hands behind your back, knee between your legs and his right hand holding a gun to your back.

“And who might you be, sweet cheeks?”

You gritted your teeth. Damn it.

The man chuckled.

“Y/N.” You responded. “And who in the hell are you?”

He smiled. “I have a feeling you know exactly who I am.”

…fuck. The Reaper.

“Listen, hon. You’re good. Nobody’s ever been able to find me out the way you did. Place is under an old targets name and… well, you probably know the rest.”

You did. His money was dirty, and he likely was using the boy inside as either a decoy. He was good.

“Who sent you?”

He dug the gun harder into your back, his index finger firm against the trigger.

You stayed silent.

“Fine, then.” He smile turned to a dark smirk. “I have no trouble turning to torture tactics. This area is pretty sketchy, so no one will question this.”

He moved the gun down, shooting you through the thigh. You groaned, stifling a scream. The gun was moved up to your back again.

“Tell me who sent you, and I won’t have to waste your pretty face.”

You sighed. “You killed my targets son. Took his grandkid. He didn’t tell me his name, paid me a fuckton to bring him your body.”

“Huh. Shoulda figured.”

He stepped back, letting go of you and scratching his head with the barrel of his gun. You moved quickly, snatching up your knife and shoving him to the ground. His gun clattered to the right and you held the knife against his throat.

“Listen. Personally, I don’t give a crap what you do or who your targets do. Honestly, you did some pretty good work with that guy. But this is a lot of money, and I need it.”

He didn’t even struggle. Just laughed.

“Oh, I like you, sweet cheeks. Listen, how’s about you come work for me instead? I’m no good with all that technology crap and I can do a whole lot more for you than that old rich guy can. Just fine me his info.”

You clenched your teeth again. “What’s in it for me?”

“Warm food on the table. Companionship. Better compensation from clients when word gets out you’re workin’ with the Reaper.”

You pulled the knife away after a moment. Fine. You’d play his game.

“L/N. Y/N L/N.”

You helped him up.

“Ryushi Korogane.”

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You banged your fist against the glass. Damn it. This was supposed to be a quick job. In and out. You should’ve known. The compensation was suspiciously high, the target to insignificant. Ryushi knew it was fishy but you’d insisted. And now here you were. Rooms away from him and stuck in some glass holding space. An Experiment, you’d been told.

That’s all you were now. A test subject.

From what you could find out, Ryushi was undergoing the same “treatments” you were. Tentacle Serum injected into the back of your neck. It had been months now. Assholes.

You hadn’t seen him. After months you’d learned to love the goofy pervert, and you’d gotten engaged shortly before the little shit you’d learned to love betrayed you. They’d taken your ring, the necklace Ryushi had stood for you, and all your clothes. A white sweater and sweatpants adorned your now frail body. They gave you the bare minimum in the form of nutrients, and it did little to keep you steady these days.

Yukimura walked through the door.

“Y/N. Good to see you.” You didn’t quite trust her. The way she talked about Ryushi rubbed you the wrong way. You’d lived your whole life reading people and you could tell. She liked him.

“Yukimura. My food, please?”

“Listen.” She started, pushing the button to get you your stale food and bottled water. “They’re transferring you. A new facility. They need to separate you and the Korogane. The two of you are due to combust March 13.”

You dropped the water, head spinning. Spiked.

When you collapsed, alarms started ringing. A message came over the over-com. Ryushi was out.

That’s all you heard before the world went black.

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You fast as you could up the mountain. He was here, you knew it. You’d found him. Class 3-E, Yukimura’s old class.

You’d escaped your facility days after the one you’d formerly been held captive was destroyed by Ryushi. After months, eight to be exact, you’d finally found him. The government officials weren’t hard to beat answers out of.

Your tentacles sprouted from your neck, pulling you faster.

All the color had been sucked from your body. You were an ugly gray color, your hair a lighter color of pale white. Your body hadn’t changed much physically, other than color and tentacles. You briefly wondered what had happened to him.

You stopped short. The class building.

It was Wednesday. Almost 10pm. Abandoned, except for him.

You panted. You didn’t have supersonic speed like he apparently had. You couldn’t smell like he could or see. But that was hardly an issue for you.

Something snapped behind you.

“Hey there, sweet cheeks.”

You spun around. It was him

“Ryushi.”

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sunshine character is apart of the main group and befriends suspicious morally gray character

morally gray character is reluctantly taken into the group

no one trusts mg character

except for sunshine character

main group is trying to take down an organization that is trying to take over the world

mc is hurt in a battle

mg character and sunshine character patch mc up

everyone trusts mg character a little more

but they’re still reluctant

they go on more missions and what not to try to take down this organisation

mg character is somewhat trusted but still an outcast with only sunshine character as a friend

they still low key thing mg is a monster

one night camping out for a mission they’re all sitting around the camp fire

they’re sharing why they joined the organization they’re in/why they’re trying to take down bad organization

mg character opens up

sunshine character comforts them

mg character confides that sunshine character is the only good thing in their life

main group comes to the final battle

everyone is injured and they’re face to face with the main villain

suddenly mc falls to the ground, bleeding

sunshine character is cackling

they stabbed the mc

sunshine character has been working for the bad organization the whole time

their friendship with mg character was a hoax to throw suspicion the other way

mg character is back to being thought of as a cruel person

sunshine doesn’t even care

the main group retreats, choosing to try to save the already dead mc rather than to save the living, horribly injured mg character

because how could anyone care for a monster?

Dabi x UaTraitor!gn!reader

Substitute big brother dabi, substitute little sibling reader

this is purely a platonic, brother-sibling relationship post (no i’m not using capitals i’m on my phone and too lazy :p)

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the bar roof. you spent a lot of time there, usually after you came back from that hellscape they call a school.

you’d come back to the bar, hair frizzy and eyes red, drop your bag near your usual stool, and head to your room to change. after that, nobody really knew where you went. maybe you spent the rest of your night in there. maybe you were studying or doing things to keep you from failing out of your classes.

but dabi knew better, as you’d soon find out.

today was…particularly difficult. a different kind of difficult. you were over bakugo’s stupid chastising. kaminari’s stupid pointedly backhanded flirting. kirishima’s never-ending annoyance, midoriya’s muttering and todoroki’s indifference. you were over these stupid people.

you’d had to purposefully strike out of your one-on-one battle today. you needed to stay inconspicuous. that part had already bothered you. but kaminari’s backhandedness afterwards? bakugo’s insults? that pushed you over.

kirishima said it was manly? what the hell was manly about throwing an easy fight to appear weak?

you kicked your legs a little, finding comfort in the feeling of nothingness below them. you sat on the back edge of the roof, right above your window. your legs dangled only a few feet above it.

you rubbed at your eyes. this hadn’t worked the last ten minutes, but you hoped maybe the crying would stop if you tried one more time.

“whatcha doin up here?”

you turned, sniffling. dabi. you turned back away.

“nothing, fuck off.”

dabi huffed, stalking over and taking a seat next to you. his legs dangled lower than yours, you noted. the ground was far. you wondered what would happen if you just pushed yourself a little. would he catch you? would he care? he and the rest of the league probably thought you weak now, anyways after seeing that fight. stupid.

“ok,” dabi wrapped his left arm around you, “what’s up kiddo?” he looked at you, but his gaze held only concern. not the usual quiet arrogance. “is this about the fight?”

you looked away again.

“ah. so it is.”

you were too ashamed to look at him any longer, so you took to staring into the dark space below your feet and your dim window. it was so far down. it seemed to never end.

“you threw the fight.” you looked back up at him. “we all know that. we thought it was bullshit, but shiggy insisted you needed to stay in the middle of the pack of somethin’ like that. we know you could have taken that guy, you know that, right?”

tonight you were still clad in that stupid uniform. you were too worked up to change out of it before sulking up to the roof. it was suffocating.

you looked away again.

“they probably gave you shit for it, right? those ua assholes? they’re not worth it, kid. they’re gonna go down just like the rest of this fucked society. that includes my dad,” he poked at your side, “and your brother.”

your brother. that one was a touchy subject. the scars on your back still ached some days and his mantra of “it’s for your own good” still rang in your ears. dabi knew a little about him, you knew a little about his dad. both heroes. both corrupted assholes.

“next time they fuck with you like that, just tell ‘em the truth.”

“and what would that be?” you cocked and eyebrow, tears finally drying.

“that you say one word to your real brother, and i’ll fuck em up good.”

first post on tumblr be gentle🙈

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Gray Fullbuster x PlusSize!Insecure!GN!Reader

Tw: Skin pulling, negative thoughts

Synopsis: After a comment from Juvia, you head home to look at yourself in the mirror. Gray finds you there.

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“What are you doing, love?”

Love. He’d called you that a long time now. Three years, and you’d never outwardly questioned his ‘love.’ He showered you with affection privately, always had. He brought you back little trinkets from his jobs. He brought you to the guild, never once caring that you didn’t have or use any magic or that you didn’t look like the others there.

Juvia had always looked down on you for your lack of magic ability and your build. Simply put, you were a chubby non-magic user. You had always been determined to stay confident, not let her stupid comments get to you. But this one was different.

“I don’t get it.”

You’d hummed, looking up from your drink at the guild’s bar. Gray had left on a mission in the next town over almost a day before, and Mirajane had just left your conversation to serve Levy. Mirajane was one of the few friends you really had, and nobody had a problem with “Gray’s Girlfriend” hanging around.

“I said I don’t get it. Why would Gray choose a chubby non-magic user over me? I’m prettier than you are. Our magic is compatible. I’ve known him longer. I don’t get it.”

That’s what she’d said. Outwardly you shrugged it off. Inwardly, it felt like a stab to the gut. She’s voiced concerns you’d been to scared to voice yourself.

You’re chubby. You don’t use magic. Hell, you’d only met Gray because he and his team, as well as Juvia, had saved your ass on one of their jobs. You couldn’t cook for him like Juvia could. You weren’t attractive like Juvia was. You didn’t have cool abilities like Juvia did. You were more insecure than Juvia was. Simply put, you thought, you were useless.

After finishing your drink, you’d gone back to your shared apartment and looked yourself in the mirror.

“I don’t get it either.”

You picked at your stomach. At your stretch marks. Your chubby face. Your big arms. Your abnormally thick thighs. Maybe you stood there for minutes. Maybe for hours.

That’s how Gray had found you, home a day earlier than he was supposed to be.

“What are you doing, love?” His voice was laced with concern as he closed the front door that you didn’t hear him open. He set his bag down, moving to stand behind you. “Y/N?”

You stood for a second, before acknowledging him. “I don’t get it, Gray.”

“What do you mean, baby?” He mumbled into your neck, arms wrapping around your abnormally large tummy.

“I don’t get why you love me. I’m fat, I don’t use magic, I can’t cook, I-”

“Love, who made you think that?” He rested his head on your shoulder, making eye contact through the mirror.

“I love your tummy,” he squeezed your sides, “I love your thighs, they’re like pillows,” he moved his hands to rub circles in your hips with his thumbs. “I love your beautiful face.” He kissed your cheek. “I love cooking for you. I love that I don’t have to worry about you going out on dangerous jobs. I love that you’re confident. I love everything about you. Y/N.”

He turned your head and kissed you, slow and real. “I love you. Always.”

“But- but I’m useless. Juvia-”

“Baby.” He cut you off with a short kiss. “I don’t care about Juvia. Or Natsu. Or Lucy or Erzählt or anyone else. I love you. I’m only looking at you. Your beautiful body and your beautiful messy mind.”

You sighed. “ ‘m sorry.”

“Don’t be, baby. I love you, please don’t ever doubt that.”