Warnings: Nsfw, Shigaraki Being A Loser Idk

verryyy rough draft i barfed all my ideas into on my notes app at 1am

cw: self harm, semi-graphic self harm, implied (sorta) eating disorder, erasermic adoptive parent agenda sorry, author SUCKS at dialogue

i love shinso so much i need to project onto him and see him suffer

hitoshi noticed a lot of things—the way people moved, the tone of their voices. it wasn’t that he cared; it was just how his mind worked, always observing.

shinso mostly kept to himself, sometimes joining denki and the others at lunch but often choosing not to say much. one afternoon, denki caught him staring down blankly at the table. “you okay, man?” he asked, concern softening his tone.

kirishima handed him a protein bar with a kind smile. shinso’s hands wobbled as he reached out. “yeah,” he muttered, eyes still downcast staring at the texture of the table.

denki’s expression softened. “we’re here if you need anything.”

the rest of his day was weighed down by exhaustion, hitoshi slipped into the student bathroom and locked the door. tucked in the back of his phone case was a brand new unopened razor blade—what he called his “comfort,” a reminder that he still had at least some control. the first cut was shallow and familiar, offering a fleeting sense of release. more cuts followed, and soon blood pooled down his arm, bringing a harsh wave of reality with it. his hands trembled as he grabbed toilet paper to wipe away the blood, hoping it wouldn’t seep through his blazer. he glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the face looking back at him.

the rest of his day was worse. he barely passed a test he even studied for, and during class, he could feel his teacher’s eyes lingering on the bandages peeking out from under his blazer making him feel like all eyes were on him.

“i’m going up to do homework,” hitoshi muttered, dragging himself up the stairs as soon as he got home. “hitoshi,” aizawa said, his voice serious but calm. “we know you’re hurting yourself.” shinso froze, his breath quickening. “what?” he managed, panic bubbling beneath the surface. “we found blades,” aizawa continued, his tone unwavering.

shinso stiffened, anger flaring over panic. “you went through my stuff?”

“your teacher called us, we’re worried about you,” yamada said, tone gentle but resolute.

“so you went through my fucking stuff?” hitoshi shouted, shoving past them and storming into his room. he tore through his things—drawers, under the mattress, behind his pc—nothing.

aizawa stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “they’re gone. you won’t find them.”

“where did you put them?” shinso’s voice cracked with desperation.

“i’m not telling you,” aizawa said firmly. “we’re not letting you hurt yourself.”

“please,” shinso’s voice dropped to a whisper, eyes wide with panic, tears filling his waterline. “i need them.”

aizawa’s expression softened but remained resolute. “this alone should be proof you need help, hitoshi. there are better ways to manage your stress. we’re here to help.”

shinso’s panic surged, and he bolted for his bathroom, locking the door behind him. his hands shook as he reached for the last hidden razor hidden away in his phone case. rolling up his sleeve, he stared at the maze of scars, tears blurring his vision.

“i don’t want help,” hitoshi whispered to no one but himself, sliding down the door with his back, grappling with how everything had come to this.

shinso squeezed his eyes shut breath hitching as he heard the lock on the door clicking, signaling shouta found the key. aizawa stepped into the bathroom and crouched next to shinso, eyes steady as he took the blade and held shinso as he crumbled against him.

blah blah blah conclusion very rough draft i made at 2am to at least get my ideas out,,, not my usual content at all but i felt like i should post this on here too

shoutout to the fic i read 3 years ago that keeps making me think about this

now that the 2020 trend is back can we PLEASE revive the banger ass wattpad fics?😭

Can you add onto crybaby Dabi?? :(( Maybe talk about him being insecure (I love your writing btw)

warnings: gn reader, sfw, crying, reverse comfort

touyas cheeks were puffed out, his fists clenched as he tried to hold back the tears he refused to acknowledge existed. touya stood in front of your bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection, feeling the familiar swell of frustration and insecurity rise in his chest. his scarred, rough skin, his broken body, the atrocities hes committed—it all disgusted him, and the worst part was how much he hated feeling so vulnerable. if his tear ducts werent burned, hed probably be bawling by now, but instead, he settled for trembling and sniffling like a child, stumbling over his own feet trying to make it to your shared bedroom. when you came into the room to see what was up with him, he didnt even have the strength to play it off and push you away—he just slumped down against the bed, brows creased, eyelashes and palms wet with his bloody tears as he tried to save himself from the embarrassment of completely breaking down. and of course, you stayed. you always did, sitting beside him quietly, your hands running up and down his back as an attempt to comfort him as his body shook with the effort of holding everything in for so long. he hated how nice you were to him, how much he needed you despite the fear that one day, youd abandon him.

ib: better 4 u

masterlist

‎⁦‪touyaeater‬⁩ masterlist !!!

ᡣ𐭩 touya ﾉ dabi

‎꒰ touya eating pussy in the kitchen (nsfw, afab but gn reader)

‎꒰ crybaby touya (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ comforting touya (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ touya & love bites (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ touya piercing hcs (sfw)

‎꒰ touya music taste hcs (sfw, reader not really mentioned)

‎꒰ touya (attempting) to comfort you (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ touya sends you videos of him jerking off (nsfw, gn reader)

ᶻᶻ tomura ﾉ tenko

‎꒰ horndog tomura (nsfw, gn reader, sub tomura maybe?????)

‎꒰ virgin tomura (nsfw but no smut, gn reader)

‎꒰ perv tomura (nsfw, afab gn reader)

people thinking dabi would care about the abuse shoto went through when this panel exists

his ass is JEALOUS!! HE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK!! (i know it's nuanced but my point: this guy is genuinely so messed up in the head he doesn't Care, if anything he'd be mad shoto isn't grateful for this life. He wants what he has)

touya & love bites

sorry for being gone for over a week i got stitches & have a concussion

warnings: very rough draft, sfw, ooc, gn reader but mentions nails being painted

touya has a habit of absentmindedly messing with your fingers whenever he gets bored or anxious because it helps him relax. hes always so so gentle if your nails are done, holding your hands in his carefully, but he cant help himself from lifting your fingers to his lips and kissing each nuckle before nipping at your fingertips and palm. he bites hard enough to make subtle imprints of his teeth without hurting too much, following it up with soft pecks right over the imprints.

i think touya loves love bites whether its your neck, shoulders, wrists, or fingers— hes always looking for a spot to nip you, his way of showing affection. after every chomp he takes out of you he makes sure to kiss over it. to him, biting you is out of affection and security because hes struggles containing his emotions and doesnt know how to verbalize them

i also have so many requests and will try to answer them all but if i dont get to yours pls dont hunt me down (PLSSEND REQUESTS IM BEGGING)

I don't care what your Roman Empire is, this man is my Library of Alexandria

Twinks

Hello Dear, 

I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to you, urgently pleading for your help. I appeal to your mercy and humanity to help us. Please don’t be surprised when I say that you, yourself, are my hope—the hope that can bring life back to me and my children. As you read this message, my family and I are hungry, thirsty, and terrified. We are homeless, depressed, and feeling hopeless. To be honest with you, I can endure famine, thirst, and homelessness, but I cannot bear the thought of watching my children die from starvation. 

I am a father of three children, striving alongside my wife to secure a decent life for them. After October 7th, our lives took a drastic turn with the onset of the cruel war on Gaza. Tragically, everything we owned was lost when our home and business were bombed and destroyed. We are now enduring a slow death, living a devastating life in Gaza. 

I am reaching out to you after exhausting all other options that could keep us alive. The basic needs of living and the harsh circumstances we are enduring have forced me to write this letter and extend a hand for help. I believe that your generosity and kindness can make a huge difference in our lives and give us the hope we so desperately need. 

In response to our dire circumstances, I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild our lives and meet our basic needs for food, water, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. My previous campaign, “tahseengaza,” was terminated, but my new campaign has been vetted by @olagaza, @90-ghost, & @northgazaupdates.  

All I ask is that you reblog the pinned post on my page and donate if you can. Your support would mean the world to us. Please consider visiting my GoFundMe page at https://www.gofundme.com/f/tahseen-family-from-gaza-not-to-feel-hungry By donating and sharing, you are helping me, my wife, and our three children survive the ravages of famine and genocide. You are giving us hope to rebuild our home and reclaim a life that was stolen from us. 

I would also greatly appreciate it if you could follow me to stay updated on our situation. I eagerly await your response and thank you in advance for your kindness and support. 

With deepest gratitude,  Tahseen 

hi, this message indeed found me well :)) i'm so sorry that this is happening to you, i have high hopes that you will find a way out of this.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/tahseen-family-from-gaza-not-to-feel-hungry

please spread this message to whoever can see this, we are spreading awareness and looking for more help so more families can get out of this cruel situation.