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pls give me prompts in the askbox i want to write but the creative juices are not flowing (for mha)
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thank you new art for feeding us....
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reading smut while listening to elevator music is weirdly nice but also funny as hell
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the urge to post song covers…
#i can barely even play the guitar but that’s not important#surely i can just magically become good when the camera turns on#surely i can sing and play at the same time without getting distracted#SURELY ILL ACTUALLY DO IT
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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 — touya todoroki
↳ ꒰ I'ma put some goddamn moves on you, babe, i know you. need it.꒱
#𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 — touya has never been one for school dances, or school anything, really. but you love them. and he begins to think he might love you.
↳ #𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — he accidentally hurts readers feelings for like a second, swearing, most definitely ooc touya bc idk how to write him, cheesy content proceed with caution lol.
requested by @rueclfer who's probably touya's #1 fan. mostly smau, but ther3 is a written portion at the end! sorry if it's messy, it's not proofread.








“You look,” You have to pause, your brain cogs turning frantically in search of the right word. “Nice. Like, really fucking nice.”
He scoffs, sending you a look that screams annoyed, but you can tell it's faux. “Yeah? What's What's supposed to mean?”
“It means you look gross most of the time.”
“Wow.”
You laugh, the sound much louder than you intended. “You really are a baby.”
He brings his hand up to your face and pushes you away, earning him a hard swat at the wrist. “Seriously, though. You do look really nice.”
You finally take a moment to look at all of him; the way his silver hair seems less frizzy, the soft hug of his suit around his surprisingly thick arms—holy shit—and you only now realize the color of his suit. “Wait, are you matching me? Is that why you asked to see what I was wearing?”
His gaze doesn't leave you. “Does it matter?”
“I suppose not.”
It did matter, because he came here. The shade isn't even off, the fabric almost identical—he didn't just get it willy nilly, he put thought into it.
“The dance doesn't start till 9? It's 4:30.”
“Pictures.”
“My mother could get us better pictures.” He scoffs again, taking a good look at his surroundings. He ignores the look Keigo throws at him—the one that screams I told you so.
Touya hadn't really planned on this. Not when you asked him for theme ideas, or when you told him about post-prom. But it wasn't a spur of the moment decision. The night he called you, when you started crying and told him about how something so silly had you stressed beyond belief. And it wasn't something silly to you, you liked this stuff, no matter how stupid he thought it was. You enjoyed getting all dolled up, the pictures, the people, the dance and the music, the stupid after-prom or whatever it was.
And he didn't want to admit it until then, but he liked it. He liked the excitement in your voice or the way you ranted on and on about the decoration ideas you'd come up with, the food, the stupid games. And he wanted to see you. He wanted to see you in person, get a long look of how fucking stunning you are in this color.
And when he manages to get his hands on you, now hours later, he doesn't know why he'd been so adamant about not coming to this dance.
You're looking at him—so sweet, so pretty—with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck and he wants to kick himself.
You're smiling at him like he's everything.
“Can I be honest?”
You hum as if you're thinking about it. “I dunno, Touya. Honesty isn't your strong suit.”
“Shut the fuck up, don't ruin this.”
“Sorry, sorry.” You amend yourself, your hand moving to pat his shoulder. “What's up?”
“I like this.” He doesn't miss the way you furrow your brows.
“The dance?” He almost says no.
“I like this.” His hands tighten carefully around your hips, pulling you slightly closer to him. “I like us.”
He says the last part quieter, making sure to move his face closer, the words mumbled against the shell of your ear. Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Your smile managed to get so much bigger, your eyes meeting his the second he pulled his head back, and he wouldn't trade the sight for anything.
“Show me.”
He can't help but lean in again, this time for a kiss.
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sigh. bouncer!touya x clubber!reader. reader is there so often they hug him when they show up. reader will leave the club just to bother him. reader who gets really really drunk one night over smth that happened (perhaps a breakup) and he ends up being the only one who listened. many thoughts.
bouncer touyer turning over to keigo while ur drunk sobbing into his arms like ".....can u cover me for a few....." n hes just like yeah just get them tf out of here theyre scaring off the customerrsssss and then he takes you to the side of the club and leans against the brick wall with you while u cry cry cry and he's probably just so awkward about it and doesn't know how to comfort you besides tell u that ur ex was ugly and a bum and that you could do so much better and you're too prettyy to be crying over a shitass like them AND AND AND suddenly you perk up and stop crying "sniff sniff.......so you think im preeetttyyyyyyyyyuyyyyyyy???/??????"
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perf!!!
hear me out: AU where the LoV save Eri and raise her as one of their own. Everything’s fine at first but eventually people start deadass believing that eri is tomura’s son because they look alike and he has NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. Does he let people think he was getting some at a young age or set the record straight?? even the league members are suspicious, and they were THERE when they took her
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homemade // shouta aizawa
when your neighbor's best friend needs a hand planning a surprise birthday party
a/n: lil warm up for a fic im planning in this same au <3 also to feed aizawa nation i know yall r starving









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hear me out: AU where the LoV save Eri and raise her as one of their own. Everything’s fine at first but eventually people start deadass believing that eri is tomura’s son because they look alike and he has NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. Does he let people think he was getting some at a young age or set the record straight?? even the league members are suspicious, and they were THERE when they took her
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meeting shigaraki at game night
toga had invited you to one of her friday night game nights—something she and her roommates hosted every week. you weren’t exactly new to the group, having crossed paths with most of them at various parties and hangouts before. but there was one person you’d never officially met—shigaraki.
you’d heard about him in passing. mostly comments about how he rarely joined group things, how he didn’t really go out, wasn’t much of a people person. so you never thought much of him, just imagined he was some standoffish, maybe even a little rude, guy who stayed in his room.
but when he actually showed up that night, you were surprised.
he wasn’t what you pictured at all. for one, he was cute. messy hair, tired eyes, hoodie sleeves almost too long for his hands. yeah, he was quiet, but not in that uncomfortable, avoidant way. it was more like he was simply observing. listening. and when he did speak, he was funny. like, genuinely funny—the good type of dry humor, clever remarks, teasing his roommates in a way that had you laughing more than you expected.
toga, of course, immediately paired the two of you up for charades. said you’d make a good team.
she was right.
somehow, you and shigaraki ended up completely in sync—racking up the most points and winning the game. once you guys got the hang of things, you were unstoppable together. dominating everyone and making each game look like it was everyone else’s first time playing.
it was easy, being around him. nerdy. funny. every time he leaned in to whisper a dumb comment about someone’s horrible mannerisms, trying to decipher their actions, you couldn’t help but laugh. he kept giving you these endearing glances, almost like he was admiring you.
as the night wore on, a few people started heading out. the energy was winding down, but somehow you and shigaraki were still wide awake, still having the time of your lives, laughing at every joke—each one never seeming to get old.
but eventually, you had to call it. you didn’t have a ride home, and it was getting late. toga offered to call you one, but before you left, you got his number. exchanged a quiet little “see you around,” with a gentle smile.
and now, lying in bed, phone still lit up with his contact saved at the top of your messages, all you can think about is when you’re going to see him again.
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just drove by a cemetery on the side of the road and there were fresh flowers on EVERY SINGLE GRAVE. looking at a place that’s usually associated with gloomy feelings being so full of color and life felt very surreal
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Drinks on Me (Dabi x reader)
ahhh bartender touya saaavvveee meee <333 I wrote this the other day but keep editing it so I really hope yall see the vision of cocky flirty yummy bartender touya (shoutout to touya yap sessions with @chaoslibra for giving my brain these thoughts <333)
cw: alcohol, bartender au, nothing crazy just some flirting (I say like I know how to flirt), use of "princess" and mention of makeup but otherwise gn reader
wc: 1693

"And you're sure this is the right place?" your friend asks hesitantly.
"YESSS!! Okay I know it looks a little run down but I heard the drinks are good," your other friend cheered. It was your friend's birthday a few weeks and the stars finally aligned this weekend for your friend group to go out and celebrate. You all allowed her to plan the night, taking you to dance at bar after bar. This specific bar was new in town and she was determined to end the night here. "And free if you have these," she proudly puffs out her chest, birthday sash sliding between her cleavage that was ready to pop out the top of her stunning body suit. She was by far the drunkest among everyone currently, making you and your other two friends giggle. "Now come on I want free shots from the hot bartender my coworker won't stop telling me about!!!" she announces before taking off into the bar, always a woman on a mission.
You and your other friends stumble in behind her, giggling still as you all were close behind the birthday girl's drunk level. The bar was small and busy, the sound of drunk laugher filling the space. The speakers were blaring music in the corner nearby a makeshift dance floor where couples were sloppily all over each other. Though you couldn't see it, you assumed there was patio out back as you noticed many people were grabbing their drinks and heading away from the crowded bar. After pushing through people, you all finally reunited with the birthday girl who was standing at the bar.
"Okay so where's the hottie?" one of your friends asks after you all are able to squeeze together and lean on the bar. You scan behind the bar to spot this mysterious bartender that has been on your friend's favorite topic for the past month. That's when your eyes landed on the most beautiful man you've ever seen. He was tall with fluffy white hair that messily framed his face. He was wearing a black button up shirt that was rolled up just enough to see all the ink covering his skin. The top buttons were also undone, giving you a full view of the tattoo and stack of chains decorating his neck. You eyes trailed upward, noting the lip piercings decorating the current smirk on his face. The piercings continued on his nose and ears, then one more on his right eyebrow. It's as if he felt your stare the moment you landed on his face as his shining turquoise eyes met yours in an instant. He was finishing shaking a drinking when he met your gaze, shooting you a wink as he poured the liquor into a glass. Heat rushed to your cheeks, causing you to look away and bite back a smile.
"Found him," you respond, heart beat racing in your chest as a drunk giggle leaves your lips. Before you could fully compose yourself, the white haired man had appeared in front of you and your friends.
"We celebrating anything special tonight?" his voice filled with charm as he spoke. "Or do you always go out looking this pretty?" Though he was asking the entire group, his eyes lingered on you as he asked. You felt yourself get flustered once again, offering him a shy smile and wave before your friend spoke up.
"It's my birthday!!!" she cheered. "And we haven't had any shots to celebrate," she lied with a pout. She had use this line at every bar you all had visited, and so far it has had a 100% success rate. The bartender looks over at the rest of the group, watching as everyone nods and pouts beside her. His eyes then land on you, huffing with an amused smirk as you nod and bat your eyelashes. Again his eyes linger on you a little longer, fully checking you out before turning back to the birthday girl.
"Well good thing you're here now," he turns to grab a bottle off the shelf and begins pouring five shots. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he winks at you before passing out the shots. You four cheer and clink your glasses with the bartender before everyone takes the shot. He makes quick conversation with everyone before he's forced to help another customer on the other end of the bar.
"Okayyy time to dance!!" the birthday girl exclaims, stretching as she moves away from the bar.
"I think I'm going to get a drink first," you mumble out, fully in your own world as your eyes stayed glued to the white haired bartender shaking an espresso martini. Your friends' giggles and snickers snap you back to reality, feeling embarrassed as you face them. "I-if that's okay with you of course!!"
"Oh he's all yours! Me and this girly over there have been eye fucking since I walked through the door, so I'm booked and busy," she responded, readjusting her top and spraying perfume before heading over to the dance floor.
"Me and [friend's name] wanna check out the patio, it's low key so hot in here with all these people," your other friend explains before the two of them head off towards the back. "Catch ya in a few, have fun with sexy bartender!! I want a full report tonightttt~"
You roll your eyes, laughing and waving as they walk out back before focusing back on the delicious scene in front of you. You transported back into your own world as you watched the man make all sorts of cocktails. The way he shook the metal shaker, slapping the bottom with the palm of his hand with an annoyed eyebrow furrow when it wasn't cooperating with him had you rubbing your thighs together. He made the pours look effortless, filling multiple shot glasses and sliding them to a group of older woman smiling at him. You watched as he opened a bottle with one of the many chunky rings decorating his fist. Was he wearing a bottle opener? Why was that so hot?? You didn't even notice that he was now standing in front of you, placing a drink in front of you. He reaches out to tap your nose, snickering at your startled reaction.
"I didn't order this," you looked at the drink then back up at him with a confused expression earning another snicker from him.
"Yeah no shit," he leaned in closer with a smirk, resting his elbow on the bar and chin on his hand as his face was now at your level. He was so close you could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of cigarettes radiating off him. It made your head spin, and you fidgeted with the straw as he looked at you. "You just looked so thirsty over here, and it's my job to fix that." Your brain short circuited as you took in his words, making his smirk grow as you fed him every reaction he was wanting. "Go on, take a sip. Don't you trust me?"
"I don't even know your name, so why should I?" you somehow pulled yourself together to start flirting back, happy to entertain his little game. He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged, refusing to break eye contact this time. The tension between you two kept intensifying, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he stared at you.
"Well, I'm waiting," you huffed, still stirring the drink that you refused to sip until he officially introduced himself.
"And how rude of me to keep the princess waiting," he teased and rolled his eyes in a way that slightly annoyed you. However the annoyance you felt only contributed to the rising tension between you two, making you want to pounce on him and wipe the smirk off his handsome face. "It's Touya."
"Well thank you Touya," you reach over to his free hand that was laying down on the bar and trace around one of his chunky rings, taking a sip from the drink as you did. His heart sped up at the way his name rolled off your tongue, but he was careful not to display this. He was determined to keep the upper hand in this exchange, even if you were too gorgeous for his heart to handle. You remove your hand from his to grab a napkin and wipe your lips. Then you reach into your bag to grab your lipgloss and slowly reapply it to your lips, heart fluttering at the way his eyes only leaves yours once to stare down at your parted lips. "The drink is very yummy by the way." You go to take another sip, back to maintaining eye contact as your lips wrap around the straw.
"See, I know what I'm doin'," he flashes you a cheeky grin, face moving even closer to yours. "Now I think it's only fair you tell me your name, pretty."
"________," you smile as you respond, making his heart rate accelerate again. You watch as Touya looks back towards the bar, making sure no one was trying to flag him down. Even if they were, it wasn't going to stop him from asking his next question.
"Well _______, care to join me outside?" he asks as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes before walking away from behind the bar.
"Shouldn't I close my tab first? What do I owe you for everything?" you shoot him an innocent look as you motion towards the empty cup and shot glasses at the bar. The deep laugh and hungry gaze he responds with sends heat throughout your body.
"How about we take care of all that outside?" he leans in to whisper in your ear, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers before placing it behind your ear. He walks away from the bar, looking over his shoulder to look back at you as he nods his head towards the back doors. You skip over to join him and he smiles as he allows you to take his hand and lead him outside.
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that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’
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“scary dog privileges” but it’s touya walking your daughter home from school everyday while striking fear into the hearts of anybody who walks by
#dabi x reader#dabi headcannons#todoroki touya#mwahahahah#imagine his daughter bringing a boy home. poor boy would have a heart attack
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