#shigaraki needed help but he was still responsible for his own fucking healing and in the end HE failed himself

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Deku didn't sacrifice his quirk and his arms - and did all that ridiculous emotional labor to reach out to Shigaraki - for you bitches to accuse him of not caring enough or not trying hard enough.

Deku is not a mind reader. He's not a therapist. He's not a wise spiritual sage. He's just a kind, empathetic kid who wants to save people. There was no fucking way for him to fully understand Shigaraki after Shigaraki refused to explain himself beyond "Society hurt me and this is why destroying everything is good".

Deku did everything humanly possible to offer help. Shigaraki failed himself when he refused to put any effort into helping Deku understand him. He failed himself when he refused to accept help until it was too late.

"This teenage boy MUST save this grown-ass man who tormented him and his loved ones, or else he's a failure! His entire worth should be defined by how good he is at playing therapist to a brainwashed terrorist" shut the FUCK upppppppp

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Touch (pt 4)

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ only please!  Drug abuse/withdrawal, adult language/themes, heavy angst, past trauma/abuse, anxiety/panic attacks, PTSD, fluff, pining, slow burn, eventual emotional SMUT. *please pay attention to the chapter tags as these warnings will apply at different times*

Synopsis: When you first joined the LOV to lend your healing quirk, Dabi  terrified you.  Not interested in attachments, he wanted to keep it  that way.  That is, until he needs your help. (Slow burn, soft Dabi).

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Recommended Chapter Song:

Bloodstream by Stateless

Part 1  Part 3

Artwork credit to @hellowon31​ on Twitter (https://twitter.com/hellowon31)

Part 4 - Wounded

Later that day, while Dabi sat in his room nursing his migraine and checking his phone for a response from Giran, he heard a quiet knock at his door and the sound of footsteps fading away. He opened the door and found a white takeout bag.

Curiously, he picked up the item and looked inside to see tonkatsu ramen and a pair of chopsticks with some napkins, along with another bottle of water for good measure.  He scoffed.

You brought him ramen.

Not one to turn away free food, Dabi brought the item into the solitude of his room and removed the lid. The smell hit his nose and he inhaled deeply.  He hadn’t eaten anything all day, locking himself in his room to avoid the others while his persistent nausea made all foods sound unappealing.  He drank water from the tap when he felt like he needed it, ironically hearing your scolding in his head each time he did so.  His head and body aches were definitely reduced, but his mind felt off, different.  He was grateful Shigaraki hadn’t given him any assignments today.  He’d probably just incinerate anyone he came across, starting with Crusty Hands himself.

As Dabi ate, he mulled over his situation.  Having to request your help for his burn was bad enough.  But letting you see him like this?  Broken by the weight of his addiction?  It left a sour taste in his mouth, hampering his enjoyment of his noodles.

He didn’t have much choice – he knew he needed your medical care, so turning you away wasn’t really an option.  Risking infection would only make a bad situation worse, and it was impeding his ability to get back to work.  He hated being stuck in here, alone with his thoughts.  So, when he let you in earlier, he had hoped you’d patch him up and leave, his hostile mood and harsh words a muzzle for any questions you may have felt tempted to ask. 

Dabi should have known better.  Now you were involved in supplying and managing his medication – something he would have never asked for. Against his better judgment, you managed to entwine yourself deeper into his life, even if it was for just a short time.  How was it that he kept losing control of the situation?

It was your fault.  It had to be.  You had managed to navigate him like charted waters even though he never gave you a map.  In hindsight, Dabi was honestly impressed; he knew he wasn’t an easy person to get along with, especially when he was in such a dark place. 

Then again, maybe he did withhold some of his cruelty, despite how horrible he was feeling earlier. He knew he could get downright nasty when he really wanted to, his words honed to kill.  If he truly hadn’t wanted you here, then things would have gone very differently.  That thought was even more disconcerting – that for some reason, he felt the need to behave himself around you in some unspoken desire to keep you around.

It must have been the desperation.  That was it. Maybe he was hoping that if he stayed in your good graces, that you’d use your quirk on him and free him from his misery.  Even now Dabi wanted to feel your hands on him again, to feel your power seep like a mist into all of the dark parts of him.  The more you touched him, the harder it was for him to get the sensation of you off his skin and out of his head.  Maybe he really was becoming addicted to you.  Why else would he have even let you in? Why else would he have let you stay?

He recalled you reaching out your hand at one point as if to touch him and it had made his pulse race with anticipation as he pretended not to notice.  But you had changed your mind and Dabi was left with heavy disappointment, as he tried to understand why.  Did you have fears of your own? Of getting too close to him?  If you were smart, you would trust those instincts.

Maybe he should reach out to his villain connections to find someone with a healing quirk.  It’d expedite his recovery and reduce his exposure to you.  It wasn’t cheap, though… healing quirks cost a pretty penny in the underground.  They were rare enough to come by in hero society and even more so in the villain network.  Not many healers followed a life of crime – they naturally lacked a propensity for violence that the lifestyle required.  Even if a healer could be found, could he afford it? Probably not. 

Plus, there was the fact that he wasn’t much loved, even by the dredges of society. He had built a reputation for himself, long before he crossed paths with Shigaraki.  He had no patience for stupid people with nothing but shortsightedness and lustful violence to offer, which turned out to be nearly everyone.  His list of those willing to work with him was unsurprisingly short.

Dabi downed the warm, salty broth and set the container down to stare at the last bits of seasoning stuck to the inside, trying to read his future like tea leaves.  They provided no answers, of course.

“Fuck.” He muttered.

Dabi’s troubled thoughts were interrupted by a ‘ding’ on his phone.  His hand betrayed his composure, snatching the technology up swiftly.

It was a text message from Giran.  Fucking finally.  Maybe the universe wasn’t so fucked up after all.

Dabi’s eyes glossed over the words quickly, his mouth setting into a thin line.  Giran had a seller he could hook him up with, but it would cost him, of course.  And the worst part was that Dabi would have to wait.  Giran was out of town and wouldn’t be back for at least a week.

Until then, Dabi was at your mercy.  Luckily for him, mercy was something you had in ample supply.  If only it wasn’t wrapped nicely in a pretty face and an addictive touch.

It looked like the universe wasn’t done fucking with him.

By the time evening rolled around, the pills you had given him were already beginning to wear off. Dabi expected as much.  So, when you knocked on his door to change his bandages and check on him, he couldn’t help but breathe a small, secret sigh of relief.  If he was stuck with you for the next couple of weeks, then he might as well take whatever help he could to make himself a functioning human being.  He could hold out until then.

When he opened the door for you, you greeted him with a smile that immediately made him question his resolve. Were you happy to see him? Fucking why?

You watched him closely, trying to look for a healthy color on his cheeks, and happily noted the empty food container still sitting on his desk.  It was an impromptu decision on your part – you were out getting food for yourself, and his words had echoed back in your head.  It had sounded good at the time and buying for two was just as easy as buying for one.  Plus, you had a feeling he hadn’t left his room all day, and you didn’t recall seeing a mini fridge in it.

Dabi noticed your happy glow and followed your gaze to see what you were looking at.  He rolled his eyes when he realized.  He probably should have said thank you once he noticed. That was what normal people did, at least.  But he didn’t want to draw attention to it.

You began your typical round of questions.  “How are you feeling?” you asked.

“I’m gonna need more of those pills.” Dabi replied as he removed his shirt for you.  The one light in his room was already too bright for him. Behind him, he could hear the drip drip of his bathroom faucet, each ping on the porcelain like a hammer behind his eyes.  At least it was evening now, which meant he could open his window to the cold night air to counter his elevated body heat.

You had begun unpacking the supplies you needed to treat him but paused to turn and look at him with wide eyes. “Really??” you asked in disbelief. “I just gave you some this morning.”

“What can I say, doll. They took the edge off for a bit, but that’s about it.” He replied with a shrug.

You pursed your lips in thought as you eyed the man in front of you.  He didn’t seem as bad as this morning, thankfully.  But you could tell he still wasn’t his usual self.  You doubted that any amount of pills you gave him would fix him entirely, though.  No doubt his body was feeling the effects of switching to something different after what was probably years of use.  Most importantly, the pills you had on hand simply weren’t as strong as what he normally took. 

You had considered this, of course.  In fact, much of your day was spent trying to figure out your next course of action for Dabi. He was a League member after all, so if he couldn’t function for some reason or another then he technically fell under your responsibility.  He needed to get back onto what he was taking before.  Fortunately for him, your own connection was incredibly reliable and had better access to medical supplies than most.  It just so happened they would be able to get the same medications he was taking.  The downside was that it would take a little bit of time – there was a lot of fake paperwork to create in order to get access, since it was a high-class opioid. Until then, you had to keep him above water.

“Fine,” you said begrudgingly.  “I’ll give you a few more.” You took the bottle out of your bag and handed him three pills, hoping they would get him through the night at least.  He took them from your hand, the heat of his fingers against your palm lingering like the kiss of sunlight on a leaf.  You froze for a moment at the sensation, before realizing that you were standing there with your empty hand out.  You took your hand away, embarrassed.  You probably looked like an idiot…

You pushed on, ignoring your overly critical brain.  “Please try to wait it out as much as you can before you take-”

Your words were cut short as you watched Dabi down the pills dry, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.  He caught your eyes in his own with a challenging, mischievous glow swimming in their cerulean depths.

You frowned at him. “You’re ridiculous.” You huffed.  “You might want to try stretching those out a bit more.  If I run out, you’ll be up shit creek.”

Dabi grinned.  “Don’t worry, doll.  I got a hold of my middleman earlier.  He’ll be hooking me up in a week, then I can pay you back.”

You were stunned by his offer to reimburse you.  You felt strangely… appreciated?

But damn it – he was too efficient for his own good. You hadn’t expected him to find a replacement so fast.  Suddenly, you began to second guess your actions.  Maybe you should have checked with him first…

Anxiety crept in like a fog. Would he be mad that you took matters into your own hands?  Half-truths fell from your mouth while your mind struggled to reach a decision.

“Oh, um… it’s okay.   I already put a request in for more of these since I figured I’d be treating you for a bit.  I know they’re not as good as yours, but they’re better than nothing.  They’ll be available for pick-up in a few days.”

Now it was Dabi’s turn to be surprised.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said as he looked away from you.  It was the first time he’d ever broken his gaze with you first.

“Well, I didn’t know how long you’d need my help with this, and I didn’t want you to suffer.” You said. You noticed his sudden avoidance and guilt filled you.  Did he feel ashamed?  Humiliated? Did you wound his pride somehow?  You didn’t even tell him all the facts, yet…

You bit your lip nervously, and an awkward silence begin to make its way through the room.  Dabi picked up on it immediately, of course.

He looked back at you, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.  “What?”

“Um, well… I didn’t just get more of these pills.” You explained.  “I talked to my supplier and was able to put in a request for the ones you were taking too.  But they’re harder to get, so it might take longer before they’re available.”

“What?” Dabi repeated, his surprise deepening.  His blue eyes widened slightly.  This was so much more than he had ever expected from you and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.  Annoyed? Flattered?  Embarrassed?  Dabi never felt embarrassed.  Then again, he’d never had someone look out for him the way you did these past couple of days.  There had to be a catch.  Did you want something from him?  What could he possibly offer you?

“Why would you do that?” he asked, his words laced with mistrust.

You fidgeted with your fingers, drawing your thumb nail along underneath your index finger.   His presence seemed to fill the room.  Something about the tension in his body and the wariness of his tone reminded you of a wounded animal, ready to bite.  You wanted to choose your words carefully, to put the man in front of you at ease. 

Instead, the words fell out of your mouth in a rambling mess.

“Well, I knew these weren’t really going to be sufficient for you.”  You looked up at him.  “And I told you I wanted to make sure you were getting your medication from somewhere reliable.  Besides, this way it’s covered by the League instead of you paying out of your own pocket.”

You shifted your weight slightly, unsure if you should say anything else while he continued to pierce your soul with his sharp gaze, trapping you like a spider in a web.  Oh shit, was he mad?  He seemed mad.  Maybe? Why the hell was he staring at you like that?  Why wasn’t he saying anything??

Maybe you made a mistake.

Finally, you couldn’t handle the tension anymore and worked out an apology through your clumsy lips. “I-I’m sorry, I should have checked with you first.  It’s just, I had to get in my medical order today, and I didn’t want to bother you earlier.”

Dabi broke his hold on you with a blink.  “Wait. So Crusty Hands is paying for my drugs?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You replied with a shrug.  “He has Kurogiri give me an allowance and I decide how I want to spend it.”

A chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips. “That’s fucking great.  I bet he’d lose his shit if he found out.”

You secretly released the breath you were holding as your tension left your shoulders.  “Well, he shouldn’t find out. Your pills are expensive.”

“Oh, he’s definitely gonna find out.” Dabi grinned.  “I can’t not rub it in his face.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms.  “Are you trying to get me dusted?”

Dabi’s grin froze for a moment as he stared at you, mirth in his eyes.  “He won’t dust you, doll.  You’re too valuable.”

You stared back at him, skepticism written all over your face.  “Yeah, well that nice budget he gives me helps me stay valuable. So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your smart mouth shut.”

“It’s cute that you think you can boss me around.  If you’re gonna make me keep secrets, then you better make it worth my while.” Dabi leered.

“Worth your while?” you echoed, confusion in your eyes.  All your mind could conjure in that moment were impure ways to silence that attractive mouth of his and you were pretty sure that wasn’t what he meant.  Your mind got increasingly distracted as you wondered what kissing him would feel like, with his different textured lips and the rings on the corners of his mouth.

Goddamn it.

Dabi’s deep voice pulled you back to the present.

“Don’t act coy with me, doll.” Dabi replied casually.  “You think you know me so well, you’re making all my choices for me now. What do you think I want?”

A moment ago, he seemed low energy due to his withdrawal, barely holding onto his sanity out of courtesy of your presence.  Now, all of a sudden, he was dripping with what you could only describe as sex appeal. He’d completely pulled the rug out from under you with his sinuous words wrapped nicely in a heavy drawl.  His body leaned into your personal space just enough to make you lean away slightly, even though your body wanted you to go in the opposite direction, to meet him move for move, like a puppet on strings. If only his hands could caress you the way his voice did, then maybe you wouldn’t feel so tense...  Rational thought abandoned you as you struggled to pick up the broken pieces of your façade while your imagination ran with the freedom of a wild horse.

Dabi watched your blank expression in amusement, enjoying having the upper hand.  You looked downright terrified.  What was going on in that pretty little head of yours?  If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were going down a naughty rabbit hole.  But Dabi scratched that theory – he wasn’t the type of guy girls fantasized about… right?

He watched as you faltered between your secret thoughts and your defensive words.  “Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” He teased.  “I thought you were the expert? You’re always so smart with all the answers.”

“Wha-” you stammered. “Shut up, Dabi.”

“Just give me a few more of those pills for later and I’ll be silent as the grave.”

“Is that what this is about?” You pushed your hands against his bare chest, and he let you, backing out of your personal space just enough to let you breathe. “You’re ridiculous.”

“What did you think I meant?” Dabi grinned.

“Nothing.” You huffed. “Stop trying to get under my skin.”

“Stop letting me.” he countered.  “I thought you were a professional?  Do you get this flustered with everyone? Or maybe we got somethin’ special, doll.” Dabi knew he was pushing it, but the moment was too fun not to, your flustered reactions spurring him on.  The more you gave, the more he wanted to take. Normally, gals didn’t let him get this far…

“Why are you like this.” You grumbled in annoyance.

“‘cause you seem to like it.”  Dabi stared down at you.  Were you gradually getting closer to him or was it his imagination?

“You wish,” you replied, denial thickening your tone into barbs. You tilted your chin up defiantly. “Maybe you’re the one who likes it.”

Dabi laughed.  If you wanted to play with fangs out, then he’d play along.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself, doll.  You’re not my type.” He mocked.

You stared at him, dumbfounded, his words cutting you before you could even understand why.  Perhaps it was the attack on your self-esteem, or his blatant declaration that he had no interest in you.  Just like that, the heat of the moment turned to ice, your eyes betraying your hurt before you could mask it behind detached anger. 

Dabi faltered in his assault; he hadn’t expected the words to have such an effect on you.  If anything, he expected you to provide a sarcastic agreement about him not being your type either, or you not wanting to be his type, or something along those lines.  He expected you to be annoyed, yes.  Mildly insulted, sure.

He did not expect you to see you so wounded.

Your lips pressed firm together as you took a steady breath through your nose to keep your eyes from suddenly watering by the slap of emotion that threatened to drown you. 

“Yeah, well you’re not exactly a catch yourself.” You replied coldly.  Whether or not your words mattered to him, you had no idea.  His face was an emotionless mask as he straightened his back and retreated from what was left of your personal space.

If he was going to say anything in response, you didn’t give him a chance.  You lowered your eyes to the level of his bare chest which now seemed impossibly far from you even though you had touched its warmth only moments before.

“Turn around so I can finish.  I have to go check on Magne after this.” You said emotionlessly.  It was the first time he’d ever truly heard you speak like that, and he quickly decided that he didn’t like it.

You finished hastily without any further conversation and left with a curt “goodnight,” before Dabi could finish putting his shirt back on over his head.

After you had gone, Dabi stared at the door for a moment, before he sat on the edge of his bed and ran his long fingers through his black hair.  He wanted to ignore it and forget it; it wasn’t supposed to matter.  But, alone in his solitude, his mind replayed the moment over and over for him, unrelentingly, until understanding slowly came.  The stubborn seed of realization forced its way through his deeply rooted denial, his conviction not enough to refute what he plainly saw.  Your small gestures of kindness, your excessive commitment to care for him, the way you smiled at him when you saw him… your wounded expression at his callous words.

Did you like him?

“Fuck.” He muttered. ___________________________________________________________

 Part 5

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Scars (Dabi x Reader)

Summary: After an accident you ended up with the LOV. While you stayed there you got way to attached to all the villains and ended up staying with them. One of them in particular peaked your interest and made you want to stay. And when that someone came to you asking for your help you couldn’t say no.

Contains: fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2,5 K

Enjoy!

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If someone had told me that I would be staying with the League of Villains one day I would have told them they’re completely out of their mind. But right now I was sitting here in my room on my own bed in the LOV base just chilling and reading a book.

About a month ago I accidentally had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. The League of Villains had planned an attack that was supposed to destroy the building of an informant of the heroes that had crucial information about the league. I just happened to be there at the exact time they attacked and blew the building up. I somehow managed to not die while dodging stones that were still coming down from the explosion but something more unfortunate had to happen. While I tried to rescue myself I got hit by a wave a burning blue fire and passed out immediately. A member of the league must have felt sorry for me since I woke up in the LOV base a few hours after the incident. Turned out the one responsible for my injury somehow felt bad for me and managed to convince the others to help me recover. It took me a few days to realize what was happening and I started to feel more and more uncomfortable. It was weird to be here as the odd one out that somehow everyone kept checking on every few hours to see if I was hungry or if I needed some more painkillers. Dabi was the one that almost stayed with me all day. I could have been just imagining it but the look on his face sometimes was really screaming how sorry he was for hurting me like that. He wasn’t the only one I got along pretty well after some time had passen. Toga used to change my bandages and checked the healing progress of my burns while Shigaraki would sometimes just stop by to bring me a few sweets. After staying with them for about 3 weeks I had gotten used to living with the LOV members and to be honest I was starting to kind of enjoying their company. Teasing Shigaraki was fun sometimes even though I really had to be careful not to go overboard or Toga had to rescue me from him. They actually had planned to keep me locked up or kill me since I knew where their base was but after some discussion - that was supposed to be secret but I couldn’t help but eavesdrop – they came to the realization that I could have escaped the moment I recovered from my injuries but I didn’t even attempt it. I had no reason too. They were nice to me, no one ever made me feel like I wasn’t welcome and actually being taken care of didn’t feel too bad. I had warmed up to most of the members until now and even though some of them looked pretty intimidating to me, I still somehow managed to befriend them.

I was lost in my thought when my door opened and none other than Dabi stepped into the room heading straight towards me.

“Hey, Dabi. Can I do something for you?”, I asked and looked up from my book.

“Yeah…there actually is something you could do.”, he said and I listened curious.

“I already asked Toga and the others but no one would do this so…could you massage my shoulders? I mean it’s definitely a weird request and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. It’s just I’ve been having this pain that just doesn’t want to go away”, Dabi explained and scratched his neck.

“Uhm…sure. Lay down on the bed”, I answered and placed my book on the bedside table.

“Thank you.”, he said just before he moved his arms to take off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”, I asked confused about his action.

“Well. I thought my shirt would just be in the way so I’d better take it off.”, he explained before he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing scarred tissue that I had never seen before.

“Dabi…”, I sighed before I scanned his exposed skin one more time.

He must have realized that he had never shown me those scars before and slightly frowned as he sat down on the bed.

“They’re really ugly, aren’t they?”

“NO! No. They are not. I was just surprised to see even more scars.”

Dabi raised his brow in slight confusion before he turned to lay down on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and gave it to him so he could rest his head on it.

“Is it ok if I position myself on your lower back so I can reach your shoulders better?”, I asked not sure if he would let me.

“Uhm…yeah. Just be careful with the scars”, he mumbled into the pillow.

I carefully positioned myself on his back and sat down, making sure I wouldn’t put too much weight on it. Looking down at his back I noticed just how many scars Dabi had. There was very little untouched skin left and it looked really painful.

“Do your scars hurt a lot?”, I asked and cautiously placed my hands on his untouched skin.

“They only really hurt when I use my quirk a lot”, he explained.

Knowing the self-destructive personality Dabi had, I tried to shake of the thoughts about what pain he must be in so I could concentrate on the task at hand. As I placed my hands on his shoulders Dabi hissed as if he was already in pain. I instantly felt bad and retrieved my hands from his scarred skin.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t think this is a good idea”, I said and fiddled with my hands as I awaited his response.

“Don’t worry about me. The pain of my shoulders is worse than the pain coming from my scars. I’ll tell you if it gets too much”, Dabi explained and looked over his shoulder at me.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you”

He nodded and showed me a small smile. I took a deep breath before I placed my hands back on his shoulders. This time he didn’t hiss. I carefully started to massage his shoulders. I made sure to change between the places with scarred skin and healthy skin so it wouldn’t be too painful for him. Hearing Dabi groan while I was working on his tensed muscles was concerning since I never knew if I was hurting him or if it was a good kind of groan. After some time Dabi got quiet. Very quiet. I moved my hands away from his back and bend over to look at his face. As I saw that he was biting his hand while tears were running down his face like waterfalls I knew I had gone too far.

“Dabi. I’m so sorry. You should have told me you were hurting so much”, I apologized and reached out to softly stroke his head, trying to console him at least a little bit.

He moved his hand from his mouth, revealing a deep, slightly bloody bite mark on his hand before he turned his head away so I couldn’t look at his tear-stained face anymore.

“It’s fine.”, he just mumbled against the pillow, his voice sounding as if it was about to give up on him any second.

It sure wasn’t fine. I had to do something to help him relax and maybe even get him distracted from the pain.

“Dabi. Do you trust me?”, I asked.

“Yes”, he answered without hesitation to my surprise and turned his head to face me again.

His eyes were swollen and he looked like a complete mess. My heart began to hurt as I saw how bad his condition was.

“Can you close your eyes for me?”

He nodded and I watched him slowly close his eyes. I moved my hands to the sides of his back and started to slowly caress it.

“I’m gonna try something. Try to relax and just bear with me”, I explained before I moved closer to his shoulders.

“Hmm”, he hummed.

I had no idea if this would help at all but at least I wanted to try. My mother used to kiss my wounds and I would instantly feel better. I knew that this was a different situation but maybe it could help him relax. Even if it would just help a little bit, it was better than nothing. My lips hovered over his shoulder for some time until I had gathered enough courage to place the first kiss on his scarred skin. The first few kisses were the hardest since I didn’t know how he would react. But as I continued to place soft kisses all over his shoulders, he stayed silent. I detached my lips from his skin to look at his face. He looked more relaxed and his tears had dried. Dabi opened his eyes again and looked at me.

“Are all your kisses this relaxing?”, he asked.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe”, I answered laughing awkwardly and moved to sit on the bed beside him.

He pushed himself up to sit in front of me. I noticed the bite mark on his hand again and reached out to pull it closer so I could take a better look at it.

“Didn’t that hurt?”, I asked and softly stroked the wound.

“It’s ok. It wasn’t that bad.”, he answered and pulled his hand back.

I knew he was lying and just acted like he wasn’t affected at all. It was a bad habit of Dabi to try and hide his feelings in front of everyone including me. I was surprised he even let me see him cry.

“Dabi it’s not ok. Don’t pretend like you weren’t hurting badly. It hurt me to see you in so much pain”, I explained and scooted closer.

“Why do you even care? I’m the reason your skin is fucked up like this. We technically kidnapped you and you didn’t leave this place for months.”, he said and pointed to my scarred arm.

He suddenly sounded angry and I watched him leave the bed to grab his shirt again. He put it on again and then turned towards me. I was shocked about his sudden emotional outburst that I didn’t even know what to say.

“You can’t even answer my question”, Dabi said and was about to leave.

“WAIT!”, I called out and saw how he leaned against the door and looked towards me.

“Speak”

“It’s because I care for you. All of you. I care about every little thing that happens. I worry when you don’t return for days just to suddenly pop up again with new wounds and don’t even try to explain what happened. I get concerned whenever I hear you talk badly about yourself. Shit, I even feel like I’m hurting way more seeing you hurt than you do.”, I explained trying not to start screaming what an asshole he sometimes could be.

He just stared at me before he pushed himself off the door and walked towards me. For a second I could have sworn that I saw a tiny blue flame form in his hand but it could have also been my imagination. Without saying a word he suddenly lifted me up and pulled me into a tight hug. I was speechless as I wrapped my arms around his body and noticed his face nuzzling closer into my neck.

“You’re an idiot. You should have just walked away when you had the chance to. Live a normal live. Build a family and not be involved in this. But you had to stay.”, he mumbled and loosened the grip around me so he could turn to look at me.

“Why did you stay?”

Why did I stay? I got so used to living with them here that I didn’t really miss the outside world. I would have to explain my scars if I would ever go back to the people that knew me and that could endanger these people. I knew they were villains but I just really wanted to keep them save. Even if that made me a villain as well. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Because I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay here with everyone and…with you”

Dabi rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelieve.

“You can’t be serious. Why would you stay with us rather than live a normal life?”, he asked and looked down at me.

“I don’t know. If I had to choose between going back to my old life and staying here…I would always choose you…I-I mean all of you of c-course”, I stuttered and tried to keep eye contact with him which didn’t really work since I felt way too embarrassed.

“You do know that’s called stockholm syndrome”, Dabi laughed and softly grabbed my face with one of his hands.

“I don’t think of you as a kidnapper. You helped me heal after my injury and you didn’t keep me here against my will. Just like you said. I would have left as soon as I could if I really wanted to.”, I explained and pressed my face against his hand.

“You’ve lost your mind…but that’s exactly why I like you”, he said before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

My heart began to flutter and my cheeks turned a bright red. Dabi on the other hand just smiled down at me and softly stroked my cheek.

“Did I make you feel shy?”, he asked and I slowly nodded.

“Cute”, he whispered.

“Now I’m curious. What would have happened if I really kissed you?”

I continued to look up at his smiling face trying to figure out what he was planning to do next. His features suddenly turned really soft and he grabbed one of my hands, lifted it up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on it just before holding it to his cheek. As he pressed his face against it I softly stroked his cheek.

“Thank you”, he suddenly whispered and softly smiled down at me.

“For what?”

“For not letting me go earlier. For helping me ease my pain. For accepting me for who I am. For just…everything”, Dabi explained and moved to lean his forehead against mine.

“Dabi…I would do everything it takes to make you not hurt anymore and to make you happy”, I whispered and cupped his face with both my hands.

“There’s only one thing I need”

He leaned closer and softly pressed his lips to mine.

“And that’s you”

[ravenwingdarkii]

Todoroki and Bakugo visit Midoriya BNHA CODA CH 303

Link to part 1 

After their trek down the hallway, All Might eventually gave the boys the room, leaving Midoriya’s side in what seemed to be the first time in hours. Bakugo slammed the door shut behind the former #1 hero, grumbling something under his breath. Shoto took one of the open seats by Midoriya’s bed, looking down at his friend. He remembered how badly injured he’d been, honestly it was a relief now to see skin clear of many cuts or bruises on his face. Someone with a strong healing quirk done well but it still didn’t look like his friend was sleeping.

The yellows and greens of fading bruises along his face and the pallor to his skin made sure of that. And Midoriya was no stranger to casts but with both his arms completely covered, he looked very small. Not the larger-than-life hero he’d been in the fight, stopping Shigaraki in his tracks over and over, without care for his own body. But that just brings the same questions burning in Shoto’s throat.

He pulls his head up sharply enough Bakugo (who had finished yelling at the insensate Midoriya for the moment), who had settled into the chair on the other side, drags his eyes from Midoriya’s broken frame to scowl.

“What? Do you have something...you wanna charades out?” he taunted.

Shoto pointed to Midoriya and went through a few motions he thought would clear up his question. By the blond’s deepening scowl, it didn’t. Todoroki sighed through his nose and went to rummage through cabinets. Eventually he found a pad of paper and a working pen and sat back down, using Midoriya’s bed as a writing surface. Contorting his burned hand to put enough pressure to use a pen was painful, and worse than that, his hand wasn’t responding correctly. It was the same sensation when he used way too much cold and lacked feeling.

He’d put that concern aside for now, the worries about burnt nerves or vocal cords. He didn’t need those to become a hero and he certainly didn’t need them to get some damn answers. It would have helped, but he would get by. He gripped the pen and used his other hand to guide the tip of the pen along the paper.

Eventually he set the pad in Bakugo’s waiting hand and the blond scrutinized the large and shaky hiragana. “‘His quirks’?” He said with an edge in his voice.

Shoto gave a single nod of his head and mimed flight with his hand. Then he leveled his most piercing gaze at Bakugo.

Something in Bakugo’s expression shuts off. Shoto could practically see the decision to keep quiet being made in his mind. It had only taken from meeting him to working through remedial training for Shoto to realize that once he got like that, only Midoriya stood a chance at changing his mind. The only one who could provide answers had shut up and Shoto couldn’t even /ask the questions/.

Shoto slapped the notepad out of Bakugo’s hand, sending it skittering across the floor before looking away. He could tell Bakugo was really staring at him now. His hands tightened into fists again. Something was happening to his friend, had caused his friend to be targeted, and he had been completely in the dark. Bakugo wasn’t good at faking it, it was clear he knew exactly what was happening as well. And Shoto was blind to it all. Because Midoriya had at least three quirks. Last time Shoto had mentioned it, it had been after he’d gotten Full Cowling and he’d assured Shoto it was an offshoot of his original quirk. Then Black Whip. Now this?

Shoto may be dense at times but he was far from stupid. He stared down at Midoriya, frustration itching in his eyes, wishing he were a better person, one who wouldn’t be so frustrated with his best friend, who was laying in a coma in front of him.

Hawks had said ‘One for all’ and Endeavor connected it to Midoriya, implied he was the target. Still unable to look at Bakugo, he took the pen to his palm, not bothering to retrieve the notepad. When the shaky scribble of pen didn’t form the right characters on his bandaged hand, he bit the words out in sheer force of spite. They came out with a dry croak, choked by a wall of anger he hadn’t quite realized he’d been immersed in.

“A-all M-mi-ight. All f-for o-one-e how--” his voice was so scratchy, it was whisper-quiet and octaves above where it should have been. He spoke until sound stopped coming from his throat entirely and he was let soundlessly trying to grasp his next words as he folded over in his seat with wheezing coughs.

He wasn’t sure how long it lasted but when he could focus again, his throat felt like lava, his breath whistled in and out of his nose, and Bakugo was next to him pushing a glass of water into his shaky hands.

“I told you to shut the fuck up. Seriously, don’t ask questions about all this, alright? As soon as Deku is awake, I’m sure he’ll want to tell you.” Bakugo seemed hesitant, but that couldn’t be right. He didn’t compromise. “Or you can beat it out of him for all I care. So just fucking wait. ‘Cause no matter how much you fuck yourself up trying to squeeze a pity answer out of me, you’re not gonna get fucking anywhere. I just can’t.”

The hard, sharp edges of Shoto’s ball of /anger-fear-worry/ in his stomach now mollified, he concentrated on taking sips of water tiny enough he didn’t have to swallow. Nothing was worth that pain.

Bakugo’s stance untensed enough that he limped back to his chair and settled back down in exhaustion. Shoto wondered if he’d be able to get back up at all. The boy gave out a long sigh. “Look, you saw him pick us all up with one quirk and fly us all with another. We’re on the same page there. No, he hasn’t been hiding secret quirks from you. I, tch, I don’t think he knew he had that last one until that fight. And no one is anyone’s secret love child, I swear if you start that shit right now I’m throwing Mineta out the fucking window.

“Yes, Mineta, because I was fucking impaled, I’m not gonna waste my strength trying to wrestle you out the window.” Bakugo clarified at Shoto’s slight head tilt. Then Bakugo’s eyes shifted back to Midoriya. He leaned forward and gave him a rough two-fingered poke to the forehead.

“Wake up, fucker. Half and half says he wants answers right now. I’m not gonna cover your ass on this forever.” The words lingered in the room until there was only a memory of silence. Eventually, Bakugo stood as abruptly as he could with his injuries. “Icyhot, we’re going.”

Shoto followed.

By the time they got back to their rooms, they had no choice but to acknowledge they’d hit an exhaustion wall there was no coming back from without rest.

“Where the hell is your room? Quit following me, dipshit, ” Bakugo bit when Shoto followed him back into his room a ways behind.

Shoto walked over to the side of the room, and gave the room divider a shove, leveraging enough room for him to pass. He jutted a thumb into the gap.

Bakugo’s mouth worked up and down in indignation. “Are you kidding me? I have to share a room with you? I want my damn privacy! Can’t Endeavor spring for a private room for you?” He was already trying to slam the dividing wall shut behind Shoto.

Shoto rolled his eyes and soundlessly headed to his bed. A quick glance to his phone confirmed even more unread messages from the class checking in with him. Not like he’d gotten a chance to look at them since he woke up. And it wasn’t a priority seeing as half the class was roving the hospital like some kind of gang.

He’d have preferred his own room, but part of him had to admit, it put him slightly at ease to know he was close to one of his worst injured classmates, when the inevitable nightmares about failing to save them began. He stopped to listen to Bakugo hunker back into bed.

“SHUT UP, I CAN STILL HEAR YOU THINKING!!”

Shoto settled down in the bed, refusing to admit to himself how utterly brain numbingly nice it felt to lay down again. The cottony feeling spread through his head.

A minute later, Bakugo’s voice comes a little lower. “You’re still fucking breathing over there, right?”

A small smile twisted the corner of Shoto’s mouth as he flicked the lights off in response.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hey, do you have any fics where Deku calms Bakugo down from a panic attack or some sort of anger episode? Or vise versa?

I payed more attention to fics that focused solely on the requested idea or had multiple scenes of it. (and boy was there a decent amount!) If you know of longer fics that include this idea (even if it’s your own XD) feel free to reblog or reply with them so people can find them in the notes c:

-Jay 

30 Works.

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie( T | 51,597 | 20/20 )

Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn’t expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

SeriesPart 1 of Dark Side of Space

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Past Abuse | Self-Harm]

Can We Not? by vulcanhighblood( T | 32,740+ | 17/? )

Journalist Midoriya Izuku stumbles across Ground Zero brutalizing a vending machine. Unfortunately, he can’t just walk away from a Pro Hero in dire need of caffeine. So when a hero on the brink shakes him down for coffee, only to offer a coffee date in return…? Well, he doesn’t refuse. (He does, however, get said hero’s number, and ends up spending a lot more time with him than could have been predicted based on that first encounter.)

Grief Counseling by Merrywetherweather( E | 48,279 | 19/19 )

Katsuki remembered the first time he had failed to save someone, watched helplessly in horror as an elderly man had been crushed beneath the girth of a thrown car. He had already propelled himself forward to grab a small boy when he noticed, too late, the car fly by overhead. Two other heroes had been on the scene at the time and had assured him.

There was nothing that could have been done.

Most of class 1-A had already gone through a similar experience. The only one left with a clean track record in the rescue department had been Deku.

Well, except for today.

A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.

[PSTD | Panic Attacks]

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by showtiime ( M | 122,562 | 22/22 )

The day of the Hero Incident ends much more horribly than anyone could’ve imagined, but only Izuku knows that. He thinks as long as he forces himself to push through it that he can get over it, but of course, that’s not how things go. His mom, friends, teachers, and even his childhood friend-turned-rival take note of his odd behavior and try to help, but he refuses to talk about what really happened. How long and how thin will Bakugou’s patience go until Izuku finally confides and accepts the help he needs?

(in this fic, Shigaraki takes more from Izuku than he should’ve, Katsuki comes with the class that day at the mall, and there are still finals to be taken. Plenty can happen in only five to six weeks.)

(playlist)

[Rape/Non-Con | Underage | Abuse | Dissociation | PTSD | Panic Attacks | Suicide Attempt | Self-Harm]

Paper Moons and Glass Stars by Soundsoftherain( M | 82,948 | 18/18 )

The last time Katsuki had seen that mess of green hair had been during the summer after their first year of middle school, a boy sculpted from the purest sunlight sadly waving goodbye as he moved away.

That had been seven years ago.

Now that mop of wild curls was straddling his lap while scantily clad in black, leaving little to the imagination. The shy boy he once knew was now the star of Paper Moon, a strip club he’d been unwillingly dragged to by his friends. But through the muffled music one thought overwhelmed the raging whirlpool of his mind.

…What the actual fuck?

SeriesPart 1 of Glass Stars

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Panic Attacks | Stalking]

be loved by bonnia( T | 5,403 | 1/1 )

They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.

“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”

(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)

[Panic Attacks | PTSD]

2,645 Miles by mynameis152( E | 131,839 | 38/38 )

Izuku wants so badly to get to the other side of the country without his parents realizing he’s missing. He just wants to find out who he is.

Katsuki is desperate to make it to Los Angeles without being caught by the police, desperate to fix his mistakes.

Neither know what to expect, but on a roadtrip across the U.S. involving four fugitives, two oblivious runaways, a high risk crime ring, and a police taskforce, the two will discover that there’s more in store for them than what they originally thought.

SeriesPart 1 of Guide Me Home To You

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Panic Attacks | Attempted Sexual Assault]

As One by semiautomatichearts( G | 2,508 | 1/1 )

Katsuki knows Izuku as he knows himself, as he knows the worn pages of a treasured book, the creases within his own hand.

He sees when something is wrong, and reaches across abyssal expanses, past the maw of his own pride, and he heals.

[Panic Attacks]

What’s up danger by The_Crafty_Cracker( M | 2,220 | 1/1 )

Because apparently,The fic where Deku punches a bigoted entailed asshole Alpha in the face wasn’t an appropriate title.

Poor Katsuki has his handful with his mate nearly getting arrested, again!

P.S there is also a joke about a quiche.

Super Mario Maker by Pop_Rocks (v_love)( E | 3,734 | 1/1 )

Midoriya is smart, and a nerd, meaning that when the entire class decided to take on the aspect of buying Super Mario Maker for the collection of games in the common area that he became sort of a living legend when it came to designing the levels.

Some were just joyous well designed little prank-type levels, others were difficult — but not impossible — and the rest? Well, those were impossible.

For all but one.

His Kacchan.

————

In which Bakugou rages.

SeriesPart 4 of Kacchan and Deku’s Shenanigans

Out Of Darkness by Arrival_Of_Dawn ( M | 78,364+ | 18/? )

Izuku Midoriya is legally dead for forty two minutes at the hands of a new villain, Nightmare. They are the longest forty two minutes as Izuku finds himself trapped in his own personal hell. He may have come back from nightmare induced death, but that does not mean the nightmares are gone. They haunt him at any given moment and neither he nor anyone else knows how to save him.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Panic Attacks]

Twenty-Four by SharkbaitSekki( T | 15,874 | 1/1 )

Izuku gets himself kidnapped, and Katsuki is dragged into it with him as they face villains with particularly terrifying illusion Quirks.

It ends up being a living nightmare, but Katsuki can’t bring himself to regret following Izuku into it all. Because between the pain and the terror, between the lies and the illusions, between life and death, at least they can always hang onto one another. Even if everything else is fake, they know that they will always be real.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence] 

Chapter 26 of an entire month for the broccoli boy and the shouty boy by Kasplode( T | 23,200 | 30/30 )

Acute fear pollutes his body, concentration increasing exponentially with each shallow inhale he breathes.

Deku, standing just in front of him, knocks at the familiar door to Midoriya Inko’s apartment.

They’re having dinner with her tonight. Introducing Katsuki as Deku’s boyfriend.

[Panic Attacks]

Someone to Stay by Maru_Chan( M | 5,462 | 1/1 )

He hears Izuku’s jeering laughter again and even when he can’t see him any longer, his last words ring loud on Katsuki’s ears, heavy and final like a sentence.

“Goodbye Kacchan, maybe you can try again in your next life”

And then everything is dark again.

It’s dark, he’s cold, he’s numb and he’s alone.

And it’s everything he deserves.

[Panic Attacks | PTSD] 

saltwater fears & saltwater tears by writedeku( T | 4,540 | 1/1 )

It’s not that Katsuki hasn’t hurt people before, but this is the first time he’s seen something so irrevocable. So tangible. Izuku will look back, ten, twenty years from now, and he’d still see the scar in the mirror, and still be a scared little boy in pain all over again, crying in the hallways.

(The middle is a time that makes Katsuki feel proud and ashamed, all at once.)

SeriesPart 3 of the saltwater saga

[Bullying | Past Abuse | Panic Attacks] 

What’s Mine But Only You Can Have? by masteremeraldholder

( T | 9,480 | 1/1 )

“What’s mine… but only you can have?”

Deku’s face softens, his eyes wide, mouth a little ‘o’. Baku’s stomach turns, maybe he shouldn’t have said it, maybe he should’ve listened to the quirk-stealers and kept his fucking mouth shut, but he knows that he couldn’t have even if he tried.

He’ll never get tired of Deku and his annoying antics, his patient nature, his shit ton of freckles, and if that’s what it means to love someone, then he’s gladly in it with Deku.

SeriesPart 2 of Schizophrenic Bakugou

[Panic Attacks | Self-Harm | Ableism]

Words to Never Say by InkspillsNotebook( T | 2,586 | 1/1 )

Regardless of how much time has passed, Izuku is still unable to hear those words without fearing that he’s lost the most important person in his life.

SeriesPart 7 of Drabble Expansion Pack

[Panic Attacks]

[Abandoned] Chapter 4 of Angry Kids by MrJokerBoy( T | 9,251 | 12/? )

Deku has a nervous breakdown and here comes Kacchan to the rescue 

[Panic Attacks] 

Chapter 1 of Things You Said: Bakugou/Midoriya by AutisticWriter( T | 3,100 | 2/2 )

A collection of one shots written for a prompt list. 

[Self-Harm | Ableism | Transphobia]

{Curator’s Note: This chapter depicts Bakugou assisting Midoriya through a meltdown, not an anger episode or panic attack.}

A Classical Storm by oceanswrath( T | 1,400 | 1/1 )

In that moment only the two of them existed, a force to be reckoned with greater than the storm raging outside. 

[Panic Attacks]

The Bonds that bind by EloFromMars( E | 2,818 | 1/1 )

Izuku is excited, tonight is their anniversary. He had planned everything. Or so he thought. 

[PTSD | Panic Attacks]

Only Us by yoichipines( T | 3,105 | 1/1 )

“What if it’s you, and what if it’s me and what if that’s all that we needed to be and the rest of the world falls away…what do you say?”

A Katsudeku fanfic very much inspired by ‘Only Us’ by Laura Dreyfuss and Ben Platt? Sign me tf up!

[Panic Attacks]

No Matter What by Empress Explosion Murder (LdyFcknNoir)( M | 4,393 | 1/1 )

BNHA Angst Week Day Seven: Roses/Time

-or-

“I-I’ve failed you… He escaped.” Katsuki rasped out.

Any remaining strength in Izuku’s body fled, and he melted to the ground on legs that were no longer able to hold him up. His body began to tremble violently, his teeth cracking together with the force of his shaking. Black edged around his vision as he couldn’t pull any oxygen into his lungs, air rent from his lungs completely with just five words.

SeriesPart 7 of BNHA Angst Week

[Past Rape/Non-con | Panic Attacks]

Yeah I’ve Got Issues by Abitginger( T | 2,782 | 1/1 )

One-shot written for BakuDeku month of wonder, day 2:festival/apology. A little late but such is life ~

Izuku and Katsuki go on an undercover mission at a festival.

[Panic Attacks]

to be made of flesh and steel by bluntforcedrama, gutsdumpster( T | 635 | 1/1 )

Bakugou learns his triggers, his tics. He’s kind of psychic actually since he tends to know when something is about to happen. Or maybe it’s Izuku’s fault for making it so glaringly obvious: he gets nervous, hands twitching more than usual as his eyes follow any sudden movement around him. Sometimes his breathing becomes labored and he swallows down more inhales than exhales and Bakugou will have to thread his fingers with Izuku’s, as if to say calm down, I’m here.

Or: Izuku is an ex-soldier struggling with the mental and physical repercussions of such heavy combat, and although Bakugou doesn’t know exactly what it’s like, he’ll still do everything he can to help.

[Panic Attacks | PTSD | Implied/Referenced Homophobia]

I know you wanna (slip under my armor) by Herbalmint( T | 3,528 | 1/1 )

Life just keeps developing new ways of beating Bakugo down. (Katsuki has a panic attack)

[Panic Attacks | Dissociation] 

In Your Arms by EmbretheWorld( T | 3,771 | 2/2 )

Bakugo’s freaking out, and no one really knows what to do, but Yagi and Aizawa are really grateful that Midoriya is there. And Aizawa is really good at comforting people too.

SeriesPart 3 of You Melt My Heart

[Panic Attacks]

Chapter 2 & Chapter 7 of Standing Together (Pride Month) by EmbretheWorld( M | 17,972 | 29/29 )

This book will be filled with multiple ships that I will write and post on a daily for Pride Month. Each chapter will be based on a prompt. Hope you enjoy!

I ended this book early because I couldn’t find any motivation to write in it anymore.

SeriesPart 6 of You Melt My Heart

[Panic Attacks]

Anxiety by MistyBlueJay( T | 3,530 | 1/1 )

Izuku and Katsuki go to the mall, the Bakusquad joins them in a mini shopping trip. It’s a crowded day and Izuku falls behind, panic ensues.

[Panic Attacks]

In Weakness there is Strength by DarcyIncarnate( Not Rated | 3,011 | 1/1 )

Five times Izuku breaks and Katsuki picks up the peices, and one time Katsuki isn’t there to help. 

[Panic Attacks]

[msfcatlover]

Fanfic projects I am/REALLY WANT to work on

Mob Psycho:

Noir!Takeritsu AU---Okay, so the name is misleading, but I still really love it, and... *drops a month and a half’s worth of research on the table* I AM TRYING, OKAY GUYS?! Part of me still really wants to make it cyberpunk, or at least near-future, but I always feel weird writing actual sci-fi (as opposed to science-based fantasy) and. That keeps getting in the way. I have 2.5 chapters (and twelve different versions of chapter one fuck my brain fuck my life) and. I. Will. Finish. It. Even if I’ve basically dropped the noir style, because, well, I can’t do stylistic writing; I always wind up fussing over my word choice, and wind up losing the project. Bonus Headcanons: *holds up Temporary Roomates, Sickfic, Kissing To Maintain Our Cover, Journey To The Center Of The Mind, Saved By The Power Of Love, and other choice tropes I am way to invested in* ...It’s gonna be good.

Eldritch!MP100 AU---*distant screaming* I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND NO FUCKING PLOT/NO FUCKING SCENES GODDAMNIT FUCKFUCKFUCK--

BNHA: (It’s All Iideku, Because We Need More Fucking Iideku)

Color!Soulmates---The AU where the first time you touch your soulmate leaves a colored mark on your skin. Did I rewatch both seasons paying waaaaayyy too much attention to Deku’s shoulders for this? Yes. Which I why I can tell you that if he kept the handprint on his shoulder a secret (because Iida didn’t notice his own mark until after the exam, can’t quite place where he got it, and doesn’t want to assume or impose on one of his friends... meanwhile Izuku is both embarrassed and intimidated around Iida at first, and so when Iida doesn’t seem to know when his own mark showed up on the first day of class, Izuku decides to keep his a secret and just get to know his soulmate a bit first; then he feels guilty for not telling him sooner,) it would take until the SPORTS FESTIVAL for anyone to see it; even then, it’d just be a brief glimpse before Recovery Girl shooed them back out of the nurse’s office. Bonus Headcanons: While marks can form through clothing, skin-to-skin contact causes temporary blossoms of color. Soulmates are expected to call eachother by their first names, and Izuku spends so much time working not to call Iida “Tenya” by mistake. Even though Iida suspects after the Sports Festival, he doesn’t want to make Izuku feel awkward by bringing it up, and can’t think of any reason his good friend would keep something like that a secret. Bonus scene in the Stain Arc, because Iida should be able to reach out to his soulmate, but whoops, wait, nope, haven’t confirmed that, sorry for imposing Midoriya, I’l just be going now... Finally talk to eachother about it after Todoroki makes a joke about being jealous, and then basically calls them stupid for not being together by now. (Side-order of Tenkoi--mentioned, if probably not shown--because MY GODS, the Iida brothers would have their soulmarks in exactly the same location, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!)

Haunted!AU---The no-quirk AU where Iida buys a run-down house with a bad reputation, intending to remodel it, only to find he’s not alone in that building. Meanwhile, Deku’s clearest memory of his life is the moment it ended, trapping him in the prison that is the house on the hill until he can finish his unfinished business... whatever the hell it was. Neither can fully interact with the other’s version of reality, and are stuck trying to find the places where those overlap so they can make their peace with their new housemate, and maybe learn something about themselves in the process. Bonus Headcanons: Listen, Tenya doesn’t believe in ghosts, but he also doesn’t want to worry his family, especially when the only logical explanation is that he has completely lost it; time to call in the ghostbusters (aka, Momo, Jirou, and Kaminari, with Todoroki getting dragged along behind them) to reassure him that all of this is real. Deku feels really bad for freaking him out so much. Also, Uraraka is a local medium, not that she really markets that, and her weekend hikes up the hill to chat with Deku are largely responsible for keeping him sane the last few years. It starts out pretty creepy, and then devolves into fluffy remodeling-shenanigans and writing notes on foggy windows and stuff for eachother, but still with that mystery edge? And in the end, when everything else is sorted out and Izuku can wander freely again, the only remaining piece of unfinished business he has left is making sure Tenya is happy, so he sticks around for that.

Stardust!AU---seriouslyoneofmyfavoritemoviesofalltime After Tensei’s injury, the local healer tells his family that no cure from their world would ever be enough to restore his legs, adding jokingly that they’d need a fallen star to save him now. Tenya, never the best with humor or irony, tries to find out what that means, and discovers an old legend that different parts of a fallen star were said to have different curative powers (with the heart of it supposedly being able to “cure death itself.”) When, not even a week later, he watches a star streak overhead and disappear across the horizon, he takes off after it in the hopes of helping his brother; he did not expect to find Izuku, a young man with golden freckles, wild hair, and a smile like a sunrise, sitting at the bottom of a crater with two broken limbs. Bonus Headcanons: The Babylon candle is lent to Iida by Yaoyorozou; her grandmother traded all of their family’s magic for it, but she doubts any of them will ever have a practical use for it (it’s main value is being a magical item that can work beyond the Wall.) Iida doesn’t take Izuku prisoner, but he does feel responsible for possibly making his broken limbs worse, and insists on carrying him to the nearest village to get fixed up (not knowing if the candle can transport two people.) Shigaraki wants the heart of a star to heal his ailing master, Aizawa is the captain (“We’re not pirates--technically, it’s not illegal,”) and like half of 1-A are the crew. Neither Iida nor Deku are the missing prince; Todoroki ran away from home, and has been in hiding for the last few years, and will be just one of many people they encounter along their journey as I pull in the book for more character rolls and a longer timeframe!

Pain!Soulmate AU---This AU is actually twofold. The first is that different people find their soulmates in different ways--all the classics, you know, the color-touch, color-sight, words-on-your-skin, TiMER, etc.--and the one between Tenya and Izuku is the one where you share pain. The second is that All Might was too slow saving Izuku from the Sludge Villain, and poor Midoriya wound up in a coma, while also having an out-of-body experience. Being smart boys, he and Iida had worked out a way of communicating through their bond (light pinching and scratching is no more self harm than writing notes on your skin... I have had this argument with people before about the pain-bond soulmates thing, I’m not having it again. They’d both have a book of morse code or something in their hands by the end of the first year, and you know it!) but have both always sorta relished in the mystery of the whole thing, and so never actually exchanged names or addresses or anything... they agreed to meet either on the day of the entrance exam, or the first day at Yuuei if the crowds thwarted them ten. When that first day rolls around, and Tenya is finally beginning to lose the last bit of hope that maybe he’s wrong, maybe his soulmate has just been... busy, or something, finally moved away from whoever hurt them, and that’s why they haven’t responded in ten frickin’ months, he’s distracted from his misery by a friendly boy he meets at the bus stop on his way out of school; a boy who seems to have an involuntary perception-altering quirk, because no one else can see him. Bonus Headcanons: Izuku can still feel Tenya’s pain in his current state, but without any nerve endings, Tenya can’t feel his. Izuku can’t interact with anything that has weight, but after Uraraka uses her powers on a pencil, he befriends both her and Tsuyu by writing notes to them. Things play out very differently for the first years, because there is no Deku in their class. No, I have no fucking idea how to handle the Stain arc. SUFFER WITH ME.