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[strugglingfloralclerk]

First Encounter| Dabi x fem!Reader

Author's Note: I have no idea what I wrote. Not enemies to lovers (idk yet) but enemies with intensity(?)| enemies with chemistry(?)| Possible Dark Romance (?)| MDNI 18+|

Songs Considered: Loathing-Wicked|| Shut Up-Jessie Reyez ft. Big Sean|| Shutter Island-Jessie Reyez.

The original deal was between the Ajisai Syndicate and Kurogiri. Strictly Kurogiri.

Not between the Ajisai Syndicate and  the patchwork pyromaniac who sat before you-smirking- as he critically studied you the same way you studied him. The girls back at the onsen were going to squeal to high heaven and back about this.

"Pleasure to finally meet you after all this time." Dabi didn't give a rat's ass about this meeting initially-Kurogiri's responsibilities were bothersome really. It was real inconvenient. Dabi was pestered by Shigaraki into showing up, that's why he rocked up to the infamous teahouse on Ajisai territory an hour and forty minutes late.

Dabi knew you were the high maintenance type from your carefully combed and styled hair and by the smooth and rich floral smell of your perfume.

"Had Kurogiri told me how gorgeous-."

"Shut up. Pour the first cup of tea, and act like you're capable of representing your junior varsity mob." You pointed to the delicately crafted watch on your wrist,  your eyes never leaving the wolfish man in front of you.  "You-Dabi-have already wasted my time. Flattery will get you nowhere."

In some cases, you left men dead for that...Which again, the deal was with Kurogiri. Dabi should have been dead by now. For his tardiness, his cockiness, and lack of discipline.

Big boss Chiyo on the other hand wanted the contract to continue, so unfortunately Dabi wasn't your problem to properly handle. He was now your problem to micromanage, and deep down in your soul, you knew how fucking terrible this damn contract was going to be.

"Aw, are you grouchy because you're hangry, sweetheart? Cute." Dabi chuckled; blue flames flickered

from his hands as he lifted the teapot and poured into his cup first rather than yours. The sharp grin on his face told on him more than words ever would.

As he poured the boiling tea into your cup, his flames sparked brighter as he extended himself into your space.

The tea smelled bitter and you were sure the taste would be just as burnt as the man who tainted it. You could easily bend the tea to your will. Water was water, after all.  It was the perfect weapon-precise, deadly, and flexible.

But the Ajisai Syndicate was clear, and quite frankly you had enough of feeling disrespected in one night. You stood up, grabbing your purse and leather notebook in one swift motion.

"The League will not receive any medical supplies this month."

Dabi scoffed, he leaned back against the booth cushions. His hands flickered with blue flames once more-ruining the fine leather of the booth-melting the rich fabric as if it was cheap plastic.

"You think I care about that shit? Fine by me."

You straightened your posture, eyes narrowed and a sneer on your face. "I'm glad we are in agreement about that, be sure to pass that update to Shigaraki. Thanks for your cooperation Dabi."

It was a brief, but Dabi swore he saw a flash of satisfaction behind your calm eyes, as if you knew something he didn't. Dabi was certain of one thing-he didn't like how you dismissed him. The fact you openly turned your back on him while exiting wasn't lost on Dabi.

It was clear you didn't see him as a threat-and that pissed him off. So go ahead, cut the bandages and pain pills. Dabi had never heard of the Ajisai Syndicate until today anyways.

He wasn't going to play mindgames with some snotty-gangland-knockoff-wannabe.

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Toga can handle a bruise. Spinner could handle a sprained ankle. Mr. Compress can tend to his own back pain. Shigaraki was fine neglecting his overall health.

Dabi was the main person who needed the medical supplies and care the most. That's why you choked off the League of Villains' access to it. Surely, that walking ashtray was going to need his medical staples replaced; or rest dislocated limbs into sockets; or stitches to help reattach skin.

Karma was a patient bitch and so were you. You were prepared to wait three months, longer even, if it meant getting to pull the rug out from under Dabi specifically. Two weeks was all karma waited for before your flip phone rang during the ungodly hours of night.

You didn't answer of course. Not after the third ring and not when silence lasted after the tenth ring. You didn't return the call.

Dabi knew where to find you if he was hurt enough-if he was desperate enough to show his patchwork face to you.

The teahouse staff were given strict instructions to close shop when you appeared that evening.

"I want everyone gone before Dabi shows. I don't want any casualties on the property." You announced to one of the teahouse workers, taking your spot across the melted leather seat.  A smile on your face as the scent of warm jasmine lifted from the finely crafted ceramic tea set. Serving for one, as specified for the occasion. Purse opened and leather notebook turned to the freshest page-you noted the time on your watch as you waited, unfortunately, for an asshole.

Dabi showed up earlier than you imagined-scowl present on his face, tension set along his shoulders, and blood staining his baggy white shirt.

The booth table shook as Dabi unceremoniously sat in the same spot two weeks ago. The melted leather from the seat curled around his figure, making it seem as if a shadow clung to him.

"You must think you're so fucking funny-." Dabi intoned impatiently as you took your time closing your notebook and sipping jasmine tea. His brows furrowed as his glare hardened. "All this trouble because I didn't play teaparty right?"

You rolled your eyes at his particular choice of words. He couldn't help but punch down first, couldn't he?

"If speaking about it in elementary terms helps you, Dabi, understand it better then-yes." You tapped your pen against the table, rhythmically as you spoke.

"Listen, I'm being real nice right now despite you being a sneaky little rat." Dabi winced as fire exhaled from the strained muscles on his right arm. He didn't expect you to have that kind of power-didn't expect you to be the one to call the shots.

"I didn't set any of your people on fire, and I haven't set your pretty little playhouse on fire yet. Take that into consideration." Dabi's words dripped with venom.

"You agreed to it, remember?" You rubbed your nose lightly with a finger. Sweat beading on your face as Dabi tried to intimidate you with flame and heat. "Maybe you should have negotiated better if you planned on fighting college kids later."

Dabi chuckled but it felt dry and bitter inside the practically empty teahouse.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. I'm over my "daddy issue" era." You saw something dangerous flicker behind Dabi's pupils, and you couldn't help but smile.

"You're fucking spiteful, you know that?" The blue fire on Dabi's arm sparked up, the flames ruining the treated surface of the table but not spreading. "But I can be an even bigger problem if you are."

It was a  proper threat, and Dabi wanted more than anything to get a rise out of you.

Shame...You actually were beautiful but he was finding out how troublesome you were-he was finding out just how much work you required from a guy. He wanted that pretty yet ugly smile on your face gone. He wanted to show you exactly how you fucked up.

So he lit the entire booth on fire with a mere stomp onto the ground. When he saw anger crack through your features, something twisted in his heart, but he smiled for a brief moment despite the pain that racked his body.

Your purse and notebook were the first items reduced to ash, and that was all it took for you to wield your quirk. Water whipped up from other teapots and bended itself to your will.

Dabi's eyebrows shot up for a second as water transitioned from fluid and serpentine in movement as it extinguished blue flames with a slap- to a cold, hardened tomb of ice from the neck down.

You scowled at the patchskin pyromaniac. The damage to the Ajisai teahouse was done, and you didn't know it was possible to hate someone more.

"Trust me, I know how much of a goddamn problem you are."

Something inside Dabi cracked as you circled him, water whipping around your figure as he saw how your nose wrinkled at him. That wolfish smile came back to Dabi despite losing this round.

Here you were, pacing around him like a tiger ready to attack and yet he knew that you knew you couldn't kill him. However one thing was sure to Dabi-he was going to have fun dragging you down.

[strugglingfloralclerk]

First Encounter| Dabi x fem!Reader

Author's Note: I have no idea what I wrote. Not enemies to lovers (idk yet) but enemies with intensity(?)| enemies with chemistry(?)| Possible Dark Romance (?)| MDNI 18+|

Songs Considered: Loathing-Wicked|| Shut Up-Jessie Reyez ft. Big Sean|| Shutter Island-Jessie Reyez.

The original deal was between the Ajisai Syndicate and Kurogiri. Strictly Kurogiri.

Not between the Ajisai Syndicate and  the patchwork pyromaniac who sat before you-smirking- as he critically studied you the same way you studied him. The girls back at the onsen were going to squeal to high heaven and back about this.

"Pleasure to finally meet you after all this time." Dabi didn't give a rat's ass about this meeting initially-Kurogiri's responsibilities were bothersome really. It was real inconvenient. Dabi was pestered by Shigaraki into showing up, that's why he rocked up the infamous teahouse on Ajisai territory an hour and forty minutes late.

Dabi knew you were the high maintenance type from your carefully combed and styled hair and by the smooth and rich floral smell of your perfume.

"Had Kurogiri told me how gorgeous-."

"Shut up. Pour the first cup of tea, and act like you're capable of representing your junior varsity mob." You pointed to the delicately crafted watch on your wrist,  your eyes never leaving the wolfish man in front of you.  "You-Dabi-have already wasted my time. Flattery will get you nowhere."

In some cases, you left men dead for that...Which again, the deal was with Kurogiri. Dabi should have been dead by now. For his tardiness, his cockiness, and lack of discipline.

Big boss Chiyo on the other hand wanted the contract to continue, so unfortunately Dabi wasn't your problem to properly handle. He was now your problem to micromanage, and deep down in your soul, you knew how fucking terrible this damn contract was going to be.

"Aw, are you grouchy because you're hangry, sweetheart? Cute." Dabi chuckled; blue flames flickered

from his hands as he lifted the teacup and poured into his cup first rather than yours. The sharp grin on his face told on him more than words ever would.

As he poured the boiling tea into your cup, his flames sparked brighter as he extended himself into your space.

The tea smelled bitter and you were sure the taste would be just as burnt as the man who tainted it. You could easily bend the tea to your will. Water was water, after all.  It was the perfect weapon-precise, deadly, and flexible.

But the Ajisai Syndicate was clear, and quite frankly you had enough of feeling disrespected in one night. You stood up, grabbing your purse and leather notebook in one swift motion.

"The League will not receive any medical supplies this month."

Dabi scoffed, he leaned back against the booth cushions. His hands flickered with blue flames once more-ruining the fine leather of the booth-melting the rich fabric as if it was cheap plastic.

"You think I care about that shit? Fine by me."

You straightened your posture, eyes narrowed and a sneer on your face. "I'm glad we are in agreement about that, be sure to pass that update to Shigaraki. Thanks for your cooperation Dabi."

It was a brief, but Dabi swore he saw a flash of satisfaction behind your calm eyes, as if you knew something he didn't. Dabi was certain of one thing-he didn't like how you dismissed him. The fact you openly turned your back on him while exiting wasn't lost on Dabi.

It was clear you didn't see him as a threat-and that pissed him off. So go ahead, cut the bandages and pain pills. Dabi had never heard of the Ajisai Syndicate until today anyways.

He wasn't going to play mindgames with some snotty-gangland-knockoff-wannabe.

🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴

Toga can handle a bruise. Spinner could handle a sprained ankle. Mr. Compress can tend to his own back pain. Shigaraki was fine neglecting his overall health.

Dabi was the main person who needed the medical supplies and care the most. That's why you choked off the League of Villains' access to it. Surely, that walking ashtray was going to need his medical staples replaced; or rest dislocated limbs into sockets; or stitches to help reattach skin.

Karma was a patient bitch and so were you. You were prepared to wait three months, longer even, if it meant getting to pull the rug out from under Dabi specifically. Two weeks was all karma waited for before your flip phone rang during the ungodly hours of night.

You didn't answer of course. Not after the third ring and not when silence lasted after the tenth ring. You didn't return the call.

Dabi knew where to find you if he was hurt enough-if he was desperate enough to show his patchwork face to you.

The teahouse staff were given strict instructions to close shop when you appeared that evening.

"I want everyone gone before Dabi shows. I don't want any casualties on the property." You announced to one of the teahouse workers, taking your spot across the melted leather seat.  A smile on your face as the scent of warm jasmine lifted from the finely crafted ceramic tea set. Serving for one, as specified for the occasion. Purse opened and leather notebook turned to the freshest page-you noted the time on your watch as you waited, unfortunately, for an asshole.

Dabi showed up earlier than you imagined-scowl present on his face, tension set along his shoulders, and blood staining his baggy white shirt.

The booth table shook as Dabi unceremoniously sat in the same spot two weeks ago. The melted leather from the seat curled around his figure, making it seem as if a shadow clung to him.

"You must think you're so fucking funny-." Dabi intoned impatiently as you took your time closing your notebook and sipping jasmine tea. His brows furrowed as his glare hardened. "All this trouble because I didn't play teaparty right?"

You rolled your eyes at his particular choice of words. He couldn't help but punch down first, couldn't he?

"If speaking about it in elementary terms helps you, Dabi, understand it better then-yes." You tapped your pen against the table, rhythmically as you spoke.

"Listen, I'm being real nice right now despite you being a sneaky little rat." Dabi winced as fire exhaled from the strained muscles on his right arm. He didn't expect you to have that kind of power-didn't expect you to be the one to call the shots.

"I didn't set any of your people on fire, and I haven't set your pretty little playhouse on fire yet. Take that into consideration." Dabi's words dripped with venom.

"You agreed to it, remember?" You rubbed your nose lightly with a finger. Sweat beading on your face as Dabi tried to intimidate you with flame and heat. "Maybe you should have negotiated better if you planned on fighting college kids later."

Dabi chuckled but it felt dry and bitter inside the practically empty teahouse.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. I'm over my "daddy issue" era." You saw something dangerous flicker behind Dabi's pupils, and you couldn't help but smile.

"You're fucking spiteful, you know that?" The blue fire on Dabi's arm grew sparked up, the flames ruining the treated surface of the table but not spreading. "But I can be an even bigger problem if you are."

It was a  proper threat, and Dabi wanted more than anything to get a rise out of you.

Shame...You actually were beautiful but he was finding out how troublesome you were-he was finding out just how much work you required from a guy. He wanted that pretty yet ugly smile on your face gone. He wanted to show you exactly how you fucked up.

So he lit the entire booth on fire with a mere stomp onto the ground. When he saw anger crack through your features, something twisted in his heart, but he smiled for a brief moment despite the pain that racked his body.

Your purse and notebook were the first items reduced to ash, and that was all it took for you to wield your quirk. Water whipped up from other teapots and bended itself to your will.

Dabi's eyebrows shot up for a second as water transitioned from fluid and serpentine in movement as it extinguished blue flames with a slap- to a cold, hardened tomb of ice from the neck down.

You scowled at the patchskin pyromaniac. The damage to the Ajisai teahouse was done, and you didn't know it was possible to hate someone more.

"Trust me, I know how much of a goddamn problem you are."

Something inside Dabi cracked as you circled him, water whipping around your figure as he saw how your nose wrinkled at him. That wolfish smile came back to Dabi despite losing this round.

Here you were, pacing around him like a tiger ready to attack and yet he knew that you knew you couldn't kill him. However one thing was sure to Dabi-he was going to have fun dragging you down.

[strugglingfloralclerk]

First Encounter| Dabi x fem!Reader

Author's Note: I have no idea what I wrote. Not enemies to lovers (idk yet) but enemies with intensity(?)| enemies with chemistry(?)| Possible Dark Romance (?)| MDNI 18+|

Songs Considered: Loathing-Wicked|| Shut Up-Jessie Reyez ft. Big Sean|| Shutter Island-Jessie Reyez.

The original deal was between the Ajisai Syndicate and Kurogiri. Strictly Kurogiri.

Not between the Ajisai Syndicate and  the patchwork pyromaniac who sat before you-smirking- as he critically studied you the same way you studied him. The girls back at the onsen were going to squeal to high heaven and back about this.

"Pleasure to finally meet you after all this time." Dabi didn't give a rat's ass about this meeting initially-Kurogiri's responsibilities were bothersome really. It was real inconvenient. Dabi was pestered by Shigaraki into showing up, that's why he rocked up to the infamous teahouse on Ajisai territory an hour and forty minutes late.

Dabi knew you were the high maintenance type from your carefully combed and styled hair and by the smooth and rich floral smell of your perfume.

"Had Kurogiri told me how gorgeous-."

"Shut up. Pour the first cup of tea, and act like you're capable of representing your junior varsity mob." You pointed to the delicately crafted watch on your wrist,  your eyes never leaving the wolfish man in front of you.  "You-Dabi-have already wasted my time. Flattery will get you nowhere."

In some cases, you left men dead for that...Which again, the deal was with Kurogiri. Dabi should have been dead by now. For his tardiness, his cockiness, and lack of discipline.

Big boss Chiyo on the other hand wanted the contract to continue, so unfortunately Dabi wasn't your problem to properly handle. He was now your problem to micromanage, and deep down in your soul, you knew how fucking terrible this damn contract was going to be.

"Aw, are you grouchy because you're hangry, sweetheart? Cute." Dabi chuckled; blue flames flickered

from his hands as he lifted the teapot and poured into his cup first rather than yours. The sharp grin on his face told on him more than words ever would.

As he poured the boiling tea into your cup, his flames sparked brighter as he extended himself into your space.

The tea smelled bitter and you were sure the taste would be just as burnt as the man who tainted it. You could easily bend the tea to your will. Water was water, after all.  It was the perfect weapon-precise, deadly, and flexible.

But the Ajisai Syndicate was clear, and quite frankly you had enough of feeling disrespected in one night. You stood up, grabbing your purse and leather notebook in one swift motion.

"The League will not receive any medical supplies this month."

Dabi scoffed, he leaned back against the booth cushions. His hands flickered with blue flames once more-ruining the fine leather of the booth-melting the rich fabric as if it was cheap plastic.

"You think I care about that shit? Fine by me."

You straightened your posture, eyes narrowed and a sneer on your face. "I'm glad we are in agreement about that, be sure to pass that update to Shigaraki. Thanks for your cooperation Dabi."

It was a brief, but Dabi swore he saw a flash of satisfaction behind your calm eyes, as if you knew something he didn't. Dabi was certain of one thing-he didn't like how you dismissed him. The fact you openly turned your back on him while exiting wasn't lost on Dabi.

It was clear you didn't see him as a threat-and that pissed him off. So go ahead, cut the bandages and pain pills. Dabi had never heard of the Ajisai Syndicate until today anyways.

He wasn't going to play mindgames with some snotty-gangland-knockoff-wannabe.

🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴🎴

Toga can handle a bruise. Spinner could handle a sprained ankle. Mr. Compress can tend to his own back pain. Shigaraki was fine neglecting his overall health.

Dabi was the main person who needed the medical supplies and care the most. That's why you choked off the League of Villains' access to it. Surely, that walking ashtray was going to need his medical staples replaced; or rest dislocated limbs into sockets; or stitches to help reattach skin.

Karma was a patient bitch and so were you. You were prepared to wait three months, longer even, if it meant getting to pull the rug out from under Dabi specifically. Two weeks was all karma waited for before your flip phone rang during the ungodly hours of night.

You didn't answer of course. Not after the third ring and not when silence lasted after the tenth ring. You didn't return the call.

Dabi knew where to find you if he was hurt enough-if he was desperate enough to show his patchwork face to you.

The teahouse staff were given strict instructions to close shop when you appeared that evening.

"I want everyone gone before Dabi shows. I don't want any casualties on the property." You announced to one of the teahouse workers, taking your spot across the melted leather seat.  A smile on your face as the scent of warm jasmine lifted from the finely crafted ceramic tea set. Serving for one, as specified for the occasion. Purse opened and leather notebook turned to the freshest page-you noted the time on your watch as you waited, unfortunately, for an asshole.

Dabi showed up earlier than you imagined-scowl present on his face, tension set along his shoulders, and blood staining his baggy white shirt.

The booth table shook as Dabi unceremoniously sat in the same spot two weeks ago. The melted leather from the seat curled around his figure, making it seem as if a shadow clung to him.

"You must think you're so fucking funny-." Dabi intoned impatiently as you took your time closing your notebook and sipping jasmine tea. His brows furrowed as his glare hardened. "All this trouble because I didn't play teaparty right?"

You rolled your eyes at his particular choice of words. He couldn't help but punch down first, couldn't he?

"If speaking about it in elementary terms helps you, Dabi, understand it better then-yes." You tapped your pen against the table, rhythmically as you spoke.

"Listen, I'm being real nice right now despite you being a sneaky little rat." Dabi winced as fire exhaled from the strained muscles on his right arm. He didn't expect you to have that kind of power-didn't expect you to be the one to call the shots.

"I didn't set any of your people on fire, and I haven't set your pretty little playhouse on fire yet. Take that into consideration." Dabi's words dripped with venom.

"You agreed to it, remember?" You rubbed your nose lightly with a finger. Sweat beading on your face as Dabi tried to intimidate you with flame and heat. "Maybe you should have negotiated better if you planned on fighting college kids later."

Dabi chuckled but it felt dry and bitter inside the practically empty teahouse.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. I'm over my "daddy issue" era." You saw something dangerous flicker behind Dabi's pupils, and you couldn't help but smile.

"You're fucking spiteful, you know that?" The blue fire on Dabi's arm sparked up, the flames ruining the treated surface of the table but not spreading. "But I can be an even bigger problem if you are."

It was a  proper threat, and Dabi wanted more than anything to get a rise out of you.

Shame...You actually were beautiful but he was finding out how troublesome you were-he was finding out just how much work you required from a guy. He wanted that pretty yet ugly smile on your face gone. He wanted to show you exactly how you fucked up.

So he lit the entire booth on fire with a mere stomp onto the ground. When he saw anger crack through your features, something twisted in his heart, but he smiled for a brief moment despite the pain that racked his body.

Your purse and notebook were the first items reduced to ash, and that was all it took for you to wield your quirk. Water whipped up from other teapots and bended itself to your will.

Dabi's eyebrows shot up for a second as water transitioned from fluid and serpentine in movement as it extinguished blue flames with a slap- to a cold, hardened tomb of ice from the neck down.

You scowled at the patchskin pyromaniac. The damage to the Ajisai teahouse was done, and you didn't know it was possible to hate someone more.

"Trust me, I know how much of a goddamn problem you are."

Something inside Dabi cracked as you circled him, water whipping around your figure as he saw how your nose wrinkled at him. That wolfish smile came back to Dabi despite losing this round.

Here you were, pacing around him like a tiger ready to attack and yet he knew that you knew you couldn't kill him. However one thing was sure to Dabi-he was going to have fun dragging you down.

[strugglingfloralclerk]

"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

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i love when historical fiction writers are like "i’m just gonna casually write a whole war. and 12 kingdoms. and a political marriage. and a prison escape. and a horse"

like girl you’re so brave. you should unionize with the historians

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Socioeconmic Opposites| Headcannons| Todoroki Shoto x Reader|

While I love the usual dating headcannons when it comes to our resident rich boy,  there is just so much uncharted territory for Todoroki Shoto dating someone who identifies as ✨️poor af✨️. Especially if reader isn't impressed with his wealth-that would give Shoto alot room to grow emotionally, romantically, and personally.

Again, thank you to those who read my little fics.

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💰Shoto doesn't understand why you have cash stuffed in an old coffee can he found in your room. However, Shoto does have a frequent habit of slipping a 50 dollar note in without you knowing. He always places the coffee can back exactly how he found it, and will never admit to anybody he contributes to your secret-coffee-can-bank.

🪙 Sometimes when you and Shoto go on coffee dates and there is a very cat- ate-the-canary expression on his face when he "allows" you to pay. If you ask him what's got him smiling like that, he'll only shake his head at you: "This tea is extra delicious today."

He'll leave out that the cash you used to pay for the drinks came out of his wallet. Besides, the tea does somehow taste better this way. He likes the idea of you treating him, so it's a win-win.

💰Shoto never paid attention to price tags anywhere, let alone the grocery store until he started to shop with you. He's used to everything being a brand name and not a generic alternative. In fact, he would insist that the generic brands aren't good enough for ✨️you✨️even if they are only groceries. It was sweet at first. Until you inform him how condescending that got after the umpteenth time.

���Since then you make it a habit to take Shoto to different sample booths in stores during grocery runs, and to his surprise, he prefers the generic brand teas, rice crackers, and instant ramen.

"Does it taste better because it costs less?" Shoto is sure that must be it.

Now, he is a pro at spotting deals in the produce aisle. Once Shoto and you step into your Pro-Hero careers, the public is pleasantly surprised to see Shoto in such a normal setting and so fluent in deals and savings.  This unknown relatability helps with his ranking on the hero charts. Shoto will always credit you for instilling that in him, therefore, boosting your ranking as well.

💰He absolutely respects and admire your work ethic and is always proud when you win. Sometimes it tires him out how hard you work and push yourself. Yet no matter how hard you've trained, you always wipe the sweat off your brow and smile freely at him. It always makes his heart melt. Shoto will think of your resiliency whenever he needs motivation to keep up with/push past Bakugo and Midoriya. (Which Bakugo takes as a personal insult. How dare you motivate that icy-hot bastard to be stronger than him?)

🪙Todoroki Shoto will absolutely spoil you when he can, if he can. There is a very fine line with you when it comes to gifts.You once told him, "Don't buy me with Endeavor's money. I don't want it."

You're not materialistic either, so it can be hard for him to find the perfect book, necklace, or perfume bottle.  Shoto's smart-he can adapt and learn quickly.

💰So rather than material offerings Shoto will go on walks with you, pick flowers with you and turn them into crowns. Shoto knows your favorite dish and he knows 3 different ways to prepare it thanks to your mom, auntie, and grandma. Shoto is more likely to gift you with vacations as the relationship matures.  As time goes on, the money in his account truly becomes Shoto's  with every late night shift, with every civillian saved, and every villain captured.

He always pitches his vacation ideas the same way just with different locations everytime he asks. "You've been working too hard again. I think we need a break. Do you want to go to Okinawa or Fiji?"

(PS-Todoroki Shoto will be the type of guy who believes the money in the bank is truly 'our' money once he becomes your husband. He will never withhold a single dime from you. Shoto may not always know the right things to say or do but he will damn sure provide for you once you're his partner.)

💰When Shoto comes by your old neighborhood  for the first time because you're housesitting for family-you're nervous. You pray to any entity willing to listen, that this isn't what kills the relationship. Worst of all, you hope Shoto doesn't pity you when he sees where you come from.

🪙For Shoto, he feels honored to be invited to your childhood home. He wants more than anything to understand you better. He wants to know your roots because he knows how it shapes a person.

Shoto adores what a considerate and welcoming host you are.

"I know it's not much but please make yourself comfortable."

Shoto pulls you in close and whispers against the shell of your ear, "As long as you're here, I'm comfortable."

💰Shoto, who at the end of the day, doesn't care about your family name or your income bracket. He's just happy to love and cherish you because he simply wouldn't know what a rich and full life would be for him without you in it.

[strugglingfloralclerk]

Summerboy |Sero Hanta x Reader|

Author's Note: No Quirks| College/University AU| Aged Up characters (21-22 years)| Mentions of Alcohol | MDNI.

As someone who grew up with friends from various backgrounds-no one can tell me that Sero isn't that one childhood friend who enjoys the simplicity of summer. Again, thank you to anyone and everyone who reads my lil' fics.

Songs Considered: Summerboy-Lady Gaga| Sour Patch Kids-Bryce Vine| Don't Go Home-G Dragon&TOP|

☀️Sero Hanta will never pay for admission fees.  He'll pay for your ice cream, tickets for rides, and tickets for the game booths-that's it. He's quick about sneaking in too. Sero will hold your hand as he leads you to the far left of the event field, heavily fenced but no security in sight. Something about summer makes his rebellious side bolder.

"Come on. Your chariot awaits." Sero grins calmly and bright as he cups his large hands together, his knees locked and stance steady as he hoists you over the metal wiring.

☀️You're wrong if you think this guy is going to be sweet and do the tamer rides just because you're with him. No.

Part of skipping the admissions lines to pay means skipping the long wait time for the real fun. It means a mixture of fear and excitement in the pit of your stomach-a strange concoction of feelings that only he can brew inside of you.

"You can hold my hand if you're scared,  'fraidy cat." Sero teases you in line, despite the fact you already have a  death grip on him under the unforgiving sun.

☀️ Summer's with Sero mean sea breeze-salt water at any time of day. It means someone's hydroflask is filled with gin and juice while the back of his car is stuffed with all the essentials you know he'd forget without you around.

Cooler, waters, snacks, sunscreen, sun umbrella, towels, watermelon- and a trash bag just in case. Is there something else you're forgetting or are you just distracted by the tall, handsome young man pouting as you review the beach checklist?

"Please let's just get there. Denki and Kirishima are setting up-we don't need all these things." Sero already has the passenger door open for you, and the car AC is also on full  blast for you. He even has your summer playlist on loop if it means getting you in the car faster.  Poor guy just wants to enjoy a car ride to the beach with you.

It isn't until after a few sips with juice and gin do you remember what you forgot-the polaroid camera you typically  bring to the beach.

"No biggie," Sero pulls his phone out and brings you in close to snap a photo.

☀️Honestly, Sero prefers this photo of you and him compared to the ones on film. He can see you clearer and he likes that. Especially with how perfectly his camera catches the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair, and the dopey smile on your lips-Sero Hanta wants to remember you this way-through the lens of summer.

☀️It always took some convincing for you to go out to house parties during this season. People get too rowdy-too wild-too fast-too angry because of the heat, and that was the main reason you didn't want to go.

"I'm not getting dressed for losers and drunk fuckboys who spill their beers on me as a way to get my attention." You were still bitter over your favorite pair of flats that got ruined  last year.

"Then dress for me. I'll keep the losers and fuckboys away." He says with a playful wink and nudge, but only the universe will ever know how serious he is in that moment.

☀️True to his words, Sero does keep the losers and fuckboys away. As you and Ochako are immersed in conversation on the living room couch while a suspected loser breaks into your space, Sero will scoot closer to you and throw an arm around your shoulder.

"They're good. Thanks." His words are always stern and loud, with no grin in sight.  He'll even hold your hand tightly as you two cut through the crowd to get to the kitchen in search of more alcohol.

Three red solo cups later, he's rubbing circles on the back of your hand and you're leaning into him-neither one is going to let go of the other.

☀️On the walk home, your hands are still very much intertwined and locked as you both drunkenly swing them in unison.

"Want to go hiking tomorrow?" Sero asks as he makes himself comfortable on the palette made of throw blankets and your old stuffed animals.

"Always." You yawn as you slide right next to Sero on the floor, bringing the pillows and blanket from your bed down with you.

This unrelenting torrid season is fleeting and there's no one better for you to spend it with than Sero Hanta. The one person who's always made your summer memories brighter and warmer than the sun itself.

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Summerboy |Sero Hanta x Reader|

Author's Note: No Quirks| College/University AU| Aged Up characters (21-22 years)| Mentions of Alcohol | MDNI.

As someone who grew up with friends from various backgrounds-no one can tell me that Sero isn't that one childhood friend who enjoys the simplicity of summer. Again, thank you to anyone and everyone who reads my lil' fics.

Songs Considered: Summerboy-Lady Gaga| Sour Patch Kids-Bryce Vine| Don't Go Home-G Dragon&TOP|

☀️Sero Hanta will never pay for admission fees.  He'll pay for your ice cream, tickets for rides, and tickets for the game booths-that's it. He's quick about sneaking in too. Sero will hold your hand as he leads you to the far left of the event field, heavily fenced but no security in sight. Something about summer makes his rebellious side bolder.

"Come on. Your chariot awaits." Sero grins calmly and bright as he cups his large hands together, his knees locked and stance steady as he hoists you over the metal wiring.

☀️You're wrong if you think this guy is going to be sweet and do the tamer rides just because you're with him. No.

Part of skipping the admissions lines to pay means skipping the long wait time for the real fun. It means a mixture of fear and excitement in the pit of your stomach-a strange concoction of feelings that only he can brew inside of you.

"You can hold my hand if you're scared,  'fraidy cat." Sero teases you in line, despite the fact you already have a  death grip on him under the unforgiving sun.

☀️ Summer's with Sero mean sea breeze-salt water at any time of day. It means someone's hydroflask is filled with gin and juice while the back of his car is stuffed with all the essentials you know he'd forget without you around.

Cooler, waters, snacks, sunscreen, sun umbrella, towels, watermelon- and a trash bag just in case. Is there something else you're forgetting or are you just distracted by the tall, handsome young man pouting as you review the beach checklist?

"Please let's just get there. Denki and Kirishima are setting up-we don't need all these things." Sero already has the passenger door open for you, and the car AC is also on full  blast for you. He even has your summer playlist on loop if it means getting you in the car faster.  Poor guy just wants to enjoy a car ride to the beach with you.

It isn't until after a few sips with juice and gin do you remember what you forgot-the polaroid camera you typically  bring to the beach.

"No biggie," Sero pulls his phone out and brings you in close to snap a photo.

☀️Honestly, Sero prefers this photo of you and him compared to the ones on film. He can see you clearer and he likes that. Especially with how perfectly his camera catches the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair, and the dopey smile on your lips-Sero Hanta wants to remember you this way-through the lens of summer.

☀️It always took some convincing for you to go out to house parties during this season. People get too rowdy-too wild-too fast-too angry because of the heat, and that was the main reason you didn't want to go.

"I'm not getting dressed for losers and drunk fuckboys who spill their beers on me as a way to get my attention." You were still bitter over your favorite pair of flats that got ruined  last year.

"Then dress for me. I'll keep the losers and fuckboys away." He says with a playful wink and nudge, but only the universe will ever know how serious he is in that moment.

☀️True to his words, Sero does keep the losers and fuckboys away. As you and Ochako are immersed in conversation on the living room couch while a suspected loser breaks into your space, Sero will scoot closer to you and throw an arm around your shoulder.

"They're good. Thanks." His words are always stern and loud, with no grin in sight.  He'll even hold your hand tightly as you two cut through the crowd to get to the kitchen in search of more alcohol.

Three red solo cups later, he's rubbing circles on the back of your hand and you're leaning into him-neither one is going to let go of the other.

☀️On the walk home, your hands are still very much intertwined and locked as you both drunkenly swing them in unison.

"Want to go hiking tomorrow?" Sero asks as he makes himself comfortable on the palette made of throw blankets and your old stuffed animals.

"Always." You yawn as you slide right next to Sero on the floor, bringing the pillows and blanket from your bed down with you.

This unrelenting torrid season is fleeting and there's no one better for you to spend it with than Sero Hanta. The one person who's always made your summer memories brighter and warmer than the sun itself.

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⁘⁘⁘MasterList⁘⁘⁘⁘

(Todoroki Shoto x OC) Only Glimpses: There's no way to remember everything right? The good, the bad, the in between. We only remember the glimpses of those things. Feel free to take a glimpse if it so entices you. Friends, lovers, or strangers, Todoroki and Taika recall the glimpses.

Chapter 1: White Day

Chapter 2: Influence

Chapter 3: Sugar

Chapter 4: Gift Giving

Chapter 5: Of Scarfs and Chapstick:

Chapter 6: Spoil

Chapter 7: Distance

●●●●MHA x Reader |Headcannons|●●●●

°Sero Hanta°

Romance

°Todoroki Shoto°

Socioeconmic Opposites

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every author you love has written something so terrible they screamed into a pillow. welcome to the tradition.

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-Blossoming Acacia Branches-

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Socioeconmic Opposites| Headcannons| Todoroki Shoto x Reader|

While I love the usual dating headcannons when it comes to our resident rich boy,  there is just so much uncharted territory for Todoroki Shoto dating someone who identifies as ✨️poor af✨️. Especially if reader isn't impressed with his wealth-that would give Shoto alot room to grow emotionally, romantically, and personally.

Again, thank you to those who read my little fics.

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💰Shoto doesn't understand why you have cash stuffed in an old coffee can he found in your room. However, Shoto does have a frequent habit of slipping a 50 dollar note in without you knowing. He always places the coffee can back exactly how he found it, and will never admit to anybody he contributes to your secret-coffee-can-bank.

🪙 Sometimes when you and Shoto go on coffee dates and there is a very cat- ate-the-canary expression on his face when he "allows" you to pay. If you ask him what's got him smiling like that, he'll only shake his head at you: "This tea is extra delicious today."

He'll leave out that the cash you used to pay for the drinks came out of his wallet. Besides, the tea does somehow taste better this way. He likes the idea of you treating him, so it's a win-win.

💰Shoto never paid attention to price tags anywhere, let alone the grocery store until he started to shop with you. He's used to everything being a brand name and not a generic alternative. In fact, he would insist that the generic brands aren't good enough for ✨️you✨️even if they are only groceries. It was sweet at first. Until you inform him how condescending that got after the umpteenth time.

🪙Since then you make it a habit to take Shoto to different sample booths in stores during grocery runs, and to his surprise, he prefers the generic brand teas, rice crackers, and instant ramen.

"Does it taste better because it costs less?" Shoto is sure that must be it.

Now, he is a pro at spotting deals in the produce aisle. Once Shoto and you step into your Pro-Hero careers, the public is pleasantly surprised to see Shoto in such a normal setting and so fluent in deals and savings.  This unknown relatability helps with his ranking on the hero charts. Shoto will always credit you for instilling that in him, therefore, boosting your ranking as well.

💰He absolutely respects and admire your work ethic and is always proud when you win. Sometimes it tires him out how hard you work and push yourself. Yet no matter how hard you've trained, you always wipe the sweat off your brow and smile freely at him. It always makes his heart melt. Shoto will think of your resiliency whenever he needs motivation to keep up with/push past Bakugo and Midoriya. (Which Bakugo takes as a personal insult. How dare you motivate that icy-hot bastard to be stronger than him?)

🪙Todoroki Shoto will absolutely spoil you when he can, if he can. There is a very fine line with you when it comes to gifts.You once told him, "Don't buy me with Endeavor's money. I don't want it."

You're not materialistic either, so it can be hard for him to find the perfect book, necklace, or perfume bottle.  Shoto's smart-he can adapt and learn quickly.

💰So rather than material offerings Shoto will go on walks with you, pick flowers with you and turn them into crowns. Shoto knows your favorite dish and he knows 3 different ways to prepare it thanks to your mom, auntie, and grandma. Shoto is more likely to gift you with vacations as the relationship matures.  As time goes on, the money in his account truly becomes Shoto's  with every late night shift, with every civillian saved, and every villain captured.

He always pitches his vacation ideas the same way just with different locations everytime he asks. "You've been working too hard again. I think we need a break. Do you want to go to Okinawa or Fiji?"

(PS-Todoroki Shoto will be the type of guy who believes the money in the bank is truly 'our' money once he becomes your husband. He will never withhold a single dime from you. Shoto may not always know the right things to say or do but he will damn sure provide for you once you're his partner.)

💰When Shoto comes by your old neighborhood  for the first time because you're housesitting for family-you're nervous. You pray to any entity willing to listen, that this isn't what kills the relationship. Worst of all, you hope Shoto doesn't pity you when he sees where you come from.

🪙For Shoto, he feels honored to be invited to your childhood home. He wants more than anything to understand you better. He wants to know your roots because he knows how it shapes a person.

Shoto adores what a considerate and welcoming host you are.

"I know it's not much but please make yourself comfortable."

Shoto pulls you in close and whispers against the shell of your ear, "As long as you're here, I'm comfortable."

💰Shoto, who at the end of the day, doesn't care about your family name or your income bracket. He's just happy to love and cherish you because he simply wouldn't know what a rich and full life would be for him without you in it.

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"I am a mother of seven children. My youngest is an infant in need of milk and diapers, and my four-year-old son has diabetes, relying daily on insulin to survive. I had to leave my husband behind to care for his sick father and fled with my children in search of safety. But even here, safety does not mean a dignified life or basic needs.

Have you ever watched your children suffer and felt powerless? Heard your baby cry from hunger with nothing to feed them? If you live in comfort and safety, maybe it’s time to ask: have I done enough to help those truly in need? A small act of mercy from you could bring our children hope."

Posting to help

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Romance| Headcannons| Sero Hanta x Reader

Sero Hanta gives off Gomez Addams energy. Yes, he may play around too much. Yes, Sero isn't taking everything so seriously. Yet, Sero will adore, revere, and worship you all through it.

🥀If you're upset at him, Sero is buckling the minute your lips pull into a pout and your eyes narrow in his direction.

"Tell me what I did wrong, love." Sero kisses start at your wrist, go up your shoulder, to the neck, then your lips. Sero kisses you softly during these moments-he'll pepper in promises between kisses-promises you know he will keep.

However, Sero gets a thrill when you  don't accept his sweet words but rather tell him your terms and conditions.

You want him to clean the apartment on his days off from the agency-Sero will do it without reminding the first time. You want to eat at some new sushi joint in Kyoto? Too easy. Of course he'll make the reservations if it means making you happy.

He will do anything to get back in your good graces. "Am I forgiven yet, darling?"

When you smile and sip your sake, and thank him for dinner, his heart slams full force against his chest. That's a great way to make Sero only want to please you more.

🥀Sero can be uncertain sometimes, he can fixate and ruminate on one small thing that may very well ruin his laid back demeanor for a few days. Is he not climbing up in the Pro Hero ranks because of his work ethic? Is it because he isn't serious enough? It's driving him up a wall.

"You're number one to me."  It's only said because you mean every word. Sero can feel your honesty as he hides his face into the crook of your neck during a conversation-heavy cuddle. You whisper how considerate he is, how tender he can be, how he brings unexpected humour in little ways to your life. Sero clings onto you-his worries melting away as you quietly trace random patterns along his back.

You're his sanctuary.

🥀Sero loves kissing the back of your hand/knuckles. It isn't done as an act either, that really is his preferred way of showing his affection for you. This absolutely wrecks you every time.

The times you prepare his bento lunches-Sero kisses your hand. When you look flawless for hero galas-Sero kisses your hand.  If you tend to any of his scrapes and bruises after patrols-he's kissing both your hands now.

"My love is such a wonder, there's nothing they can't do." Sero says it with such reverence it's almost like scripture.

(PS-Sero is the type of husband who will take your marriage vows as law. It doesn't matter if he writes his own vows or not-he knows his duty as your husband. In sickness or in health, through good and bad-Sero will be by your side. )

🥀True to Gomez Addams energy, Sero Hanta will happily dance with you. He'll slow dance to any love song that makes him think of the relationship you two share.  The age, genre, and rhythm of the song does not matter-he's going to take his time and dance slow and close with you. Think of songs such as: Blue Moon-Ella Fitzgerald, Tiny Dancer-Elton John, What You Know Bout Love-Pop Smoke, 2 Poor Kids-Ruth B, Sprung- T Pain, and Acid Dreams- Max. (To name a few.)

"Come on, let me sweep you off your feet again." Sero smiles as he dips you down mid-dance right before kissing you deep and slow.

Sero Hanta will devote so much affection, care, and love towards you and never will he tire of it. You are his and he is yours completely and fully. Romance isn't dead and Sero is very much proof of that.