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hi guys sorry for being inactive for so long ive been having a really rough few weeks but i will get back to writing soon and answering requests pls pls send as many as u want ^_^

ur writing is so cute <33 What piercings do you think touya has other than his nostril and ear piercings??? I feel like with the circumstances he would have so many piercings

touya piercing hcs ʕ๑╹ᴥ╹ʔ

i am a firm believer touya is covered in piercings. i feel like his body rarely rejects them, and even when it does, he just doesnt care??? i can really really think he has hip and collarbone piercings, along with a bunch on his face—like his eyebrows and cheeks—but hes not into how lip piercings feel.

people dont really talk enough about how messed up his nerves probably are and how pain hits differently for him so i imagine when he woke up after sekoto peak, he went through this rebellious phase, rejecting everything he was taught growing up, like the idea that piercings are “unprofessional.”

honestly, i think he only got into piercing himself as an adult because he was too much of a pussy to do anything when he was a teenager and tried to pierce his nose and fainted out with the needle in it lol

touya is good at giving piercings and gave shigaraki snake bites

They killed my uncle and my cousin now please help me save the rest of my family please donate even a small amount please save me I am crying now Please for those who see Share and write two words to help please any words to help me contribute even one euro

stupid loser tomura

warnings: gn reader, stinky gamer tomura, nsfw(??) but no smut,, just tomura jerking off like a weirdo, big red virgin alert (unsurprising)

tomuras the kind of guy who thinks staring counts as flirting. hes totally into you, but hed never actually come out and say it. instead, he just follows you with those intense red eyes, sneaking looks whenever he can. in his mind, those stares should make it obvious how much he wants you, but the more you dont pick up on it, the more irritated he gets. its like hes itching to touch you, to have you straddle him while hes practically trembling under you. but hes not by any means, shy—just awkward because hes never been close to anyone like that. so all he can do is pour his frustration into those lingering stares and him fisting his dick late at night, groaning your name just loud enough for you to hear in the neighboring room, hoping youll catch on and make the first move. until then, get used to his frustrated glaring, because thats the only way he knows to show hes into you.

send me requests plsplsplsplspls

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

it’s wild how Dabi is constantly stimming and yet some people still believe he is allistic

touya the type of bf to initiate roast sessions w his partner but the second you get a good burn on him he’s all “excuse me?? 🤨” and refuses to speak the rest of the night

just wanted to sketch his hands♡

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