Ur Tm Is The Unadulterated Touya Hate Love That U Post Abt Everyday

Me seeing a white haired male character anywhere:

I'm gonna eat you

in what way? and is this a threat or a promise?

i’ll have to ask my gf to make sure it’s okay first

omg i neeed him baadd 😮‍💨

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thoughts on roommate!touya

synopsis: collection of thoughts about what it would be like to live with touya kinda suggestive at the end

✩ roommate!touya, who’s in and out of your shared apartment more than anything. he comes and goes without warning and at the most random times. you know for a fact, that he has a job, but you could never guess what it was, based on his daily schedule, that seemed to be ever-changing.

✩ roommate!touya who is so freakishly quiet, that you never know if he’s home or not, if you don’t immediately see him or his beat up combat boots, that he likes to leave in the entry way. once he figures out, that you startle pretty easy, he makes it a game to catch you off guard when you are home. he will watch you prepare food in the kitchen or clean up in the living room with your music on full blast and sneak up behind you. he will just stand about a foot behind you and wait for you to notice, laughing his ass off when you shriek and jump back – the look of absolute bewilderment on your face is just oh so delicious to him.

✩ roommate!touya who is also just so observant, that you wonder sometimes, whether he does it professionally. he doesn’t even do it on purpose, really, but he very quickly notices things about you – little quirks and habits. like how you always make coffee in the morning before brushing your teeth, because the toothpaste makes the coffee taste weird. or how you always need to find the perfect song to reflect your current mood before starting your chores.

✩ roommate!touya who is so observant, that he will replace the things you are out of before you even notice that you had run out. it doesn’t matter if it’s food for the both of you, or your favourite snacks, that you had eaten the last of the night prior. he will just restock without a word and just claim, that it was on the way, whenever you question him about it.

✩ roommate!touya who will randomly linger around you doing nothing, when you watch your show in the living room. he will just lounge next to you, without as much as a sound. his presence is pretty hard to ignore. he is tall with pitch black hair, tattoos and piercings, but you don’t mind it. his presence quickly became a comfort to you and you wouldn’t admit it, but it’s missed whenever he’s out at night. 

✩ roommate!touya who you’re pretty sure could not care less about you, except every now and then he will show affection in the strangest ways. he will never outright tell you or do anything to show you, that he cares about you, but he just leaves random things around for you every now and then. basically like a cat bringing their favourite person things to show they care about them. if you’re having a bad day, he will put your favourite chocolates in your bedside table, so you’ll find them, when you pull out your phone charger to rot in bed. or when he knows you had a busy work day and hadn’t gotten to eat yet, you will always, without fail, find your favourite door dash order in the fridge. whenever you call him out on it, he will just shrug and make up some kind of excuse like „chocolate was on sale at the store.“ or „ordered it for me, but i’m not really hungry right now.“ you don’t press any further and yet you can’t help, but blush at the thought of him doing these little things for you. 

✩ roommate!touya who isn’t very social and always keeps to himself when you have company over, he will show his face once or twice in the living room, but usually stays within the confines of his own room. he barely had people over and if he does, it’s the same two guys. they stay in his room, only coming out to greet the door dash delivery person at the door. 

✩ roommate!touya who will always, without fail, order something for you too. it doesn’t matter, if he’s ordering for himself or for him and his friends – you will always be factored in. you could be in the kitchen cooking yourself dinner, but if him and his two friends feel like ordering pizza, he will order you one, because he knows if you don’t feel like eating it then, you will be happy not to have to cook lunch the next day. he will however deny it, whenever you mention it and claim, that they just ordered too much and that you could just have the leftovers, if you wanted.

✩ roommate!touya who doesn’t talk much about himself – he doesn’t talk much at all, to be honest. but he will randomly drop lore, without warning. like, you would just be in the kitchen one morning and he comes in with his pants a little lower than usual. he absentmindedly hikes up his shirt to dry off any excess water from his face, that he just washed and you see it. a new tattoo right next to his very defined v-line. you don’t have to say anything, he’s already noticed your eyes wandering to his exposed skin. roommate!touya who just grins at you, running a finger along the fresh ink. 

„you want one?“  a startled „huh“ is all you manage in response. he laughs, looking back at you staring; eyes wide and mouth agape. „yea, i have a tattoo gun in my room.“ he explains. like it’s not brand-new information, that your roommate apparently owns a tattoo gun.

and that’s how the two of you end up in his room, slightly tipsy from randomly deciding to finish up the ladder half of the wine bottle, you had opened two weeks ago, when your girlfriends had come over. touya handed you a few sketch books of his to browse through and let himself fall onto his bed. you joined him after two minutes, your fingers pointing to a barbed wire heart. you show him the placement you were thinking of – the back of your thigh; while he gathers everything he needs. he gives you a quick rundown of all the important stuff – like proper aftercare, no swimming and tanning during the healing process. the irony of him slurring every other word, as he gives you the ‚professional‘ advice and the fact that you are not in a studio, but in fact laying on your chest in his bedroom, is not at all lost on you. you rest your face against his pillow, anxiously waiting for the needle to pierce your skin. touya’s gloved hands make contact first. the cold immediately makes all the hairs on your arms stand up. you don’t see it, but touya can’t help but grin at the effect his touch has on you. he is gentle as he positions himself and the tattoo gun. his fingers pull at the plush of your thighs to tighten the skin. the needle stings upon impact, but the pain is a lot more bearable than you thought it would be. at this point you don’t know, if it’s just the alcohol, though. touya works quickly, but carefully. he is laser-focused on getting every line perfect and even more laser-focused not to stare at your ass in those cute shorts you always wear. he can’t help but steal glances, every now and again, though. whenever he notices you tense up, he will immediately lift off the needle and turn to your face. „you doing good, over there?“ his voice is laced with a tone, you can’t quite place. it’s teasing, that much you know, but it’s different from how he usually talks to you. „need a break?“ warmth rises to your face faster than you can control, when you register, that his hand was still comfortably resting pretty high up on your thigh. he was barely inches away from having his hand fully on your ass and a part of you wants him to move his fingers up, just slightly. you just nod, giving him a quiet signal to continue. „that’s not how it works.“ your head turns back to look at him, confused. „you’re gonna have to use your words, doll.“ your eyes widen, realizing what he had just said. he seems to have missed the implications or rather, he seems to not care. no, touya knows exactly what his words mean. he revels in the redness of your cheeks and how you muffle out a quiet „you can keep going.“ before hiding your face in his pillow. it doesn’t help either, that it smells exactly like him. touya continues like before. well, not exactly. you are so sure, that he is purposefully touching you more now. he is more conscious about the way you react, when your skin is pulled tight. his pinky grazes the little crease between your ass and the top of your thighs, almost too faintly to not be deliberate. the worst part is undoubtedly, though, when he finishes up the top of the heart and has to rest his arm right on top of your shorts. his bare arm is halfway atop the soft fabric and halfway on your skin, that is burning hotter every second that his strangely cold arm is pressing into the soft flesh. touya takes his time with that particular section of the tattoo, making sure to press into the flesh, oh so accidentally. „thank you, so much!“ his eyes glance away from you twisting your body, so you can see the tattoo, to look into your eyes. his thoughts are racing with endless possibilities of what he wanted to do to you. when he watched you skip out of his room, smiling at him one last time, before the door shut behind you, his eyes glanced at the finished product. he decides that for now, the image of you on his bed, fully at his mercy and the permanent mark he had left on your skin were enough. that and the image that he definitely deleted.

tags: @seijuroww @rueclfer

caught in the middle // sero hanta

when the only thing keeping you two apart is bro-code

a/n: birthday request from @sillykoalawasteland <3 happy birthdaayyyyyy i hope this was fun for youuuu

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oh sorry did i shoot you 47 times in chest /silly

more like 57 wtf how could you do such a thing?? 😩😩

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ochako and himiko post-recording

Chapter 06.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Play fighting, talks of drinking

"Oi dumbass." Katsuki huffs as you look up from where you were seated on the couch, scrolling through your phone,

"Don't call me that stupid." You grin, tossing your phone to the side and getting up. "What's up buddy?"

Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Grab the chilli powder. Top shelf. On the left. Far left." He instructs and you raise an eyebrow.

"Ordering me around? How rude."

"Not helping me make dinner? I think that makes you, the rude one here."

"I'm the guest!" You gasp, placing a hand on your chest, in mocking offence.

Katsuki scoffs. "Uh huh. Well my hands are full of batter. So if you would rather be doing the dirty work I would be glad to wash them and sit on the couch." 

He grins, moving his batter covered hands towards you, making you shriek and stumble back.

Katsuki cackles, stepping forward and sticking his hands out, chasing you around his kitchen with his dirty hands.

"Okay okay!" You shout, sides hurting from the running and all the laughing. "I'll grab you the chilli powder!! Just please! Mercy!" 

Katsuki slows to a stop and grins triumphant. "I won then."

"A draw."

"Nah I won that one."

"Nah I'd say it was a draw."

"You'd say wrong cause I won."

You shake your head and trudge back into the kitchen, reaching for the chilli powder and along with Katsuki's supervision, adding it into the batter.

"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath, rolling his arms, pulling a crick out of his shoulders as he got back into cooking you both dinner.

Your eyes stay trained on his skilled hands as they work, watching each muscle flex under his warm skin. His body looked warm - buzzing with blood and nitroglycerin… you wondered how his skin would feel under your fingertips and the palms of your hands.  

"You're staring." Katsuki says in a matter of fact tone, snapping you out of your train of thought.

"Since when were you able to cook, Bakugo?"

He paused and turned to frown at you, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you sure you paid any attention to me during highschool? We lived in the same fucking dorms for three years? Didn't I cook for the whole damn class on multiple occasions?" 

You wave your hands in front of your face and shake your head, "Not what I was asking. Like- why?"

"Why what?" He mumbles, going back to cooking.

"Why did you learn to cook?"

"Why not?"

"Bakugo."

"What?"

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.

He sighs and taps his foot against the tiled floor.

"I uh... I know you won't believe me but I was a difficult kid to control growin' up," 

You snort and Katsuki rolls his eyes, 

"Yea, real funny. I caused my old hag a lot of fuckin' stress when I was younger..." 

He paused. 

"I probably still do… all this hero shit and comin’ home banged up... ahem. Anyways. My old hag thought I needed a healthy outlet for the- and I quote, 'Crappy ass anger in you.'" 

He shrugged, walking over to the sink and washing his hands, 

"And she decided cooking would be the best outlet. I didn't care much when I was younger. Cooking... playing the fuckin' drums. All shit that would take me away from training to be the number one... but I can't lie..." 

Katsuki sighed, 

"It's not a bad skill to pick up. Especially when dunce face and the rest of the fucking losers, decide they want to eat something I cook for them when their blasted out their fuckin' minds."

He shrugged.

"'Sides. Why go to a fancy ass place, waste fuckin' money, gas, time and have the fuckin' media hound your ass when you can cook the shit yourself?"

And see the way your face lights up when I present it to you.

Katsuki shook his head.

Stupid Eijirou and his dumb romance ideas. Get out of my head!

"Huh. Never took you for a sap Bakugo." You hum, grinning when Katsuki pauses,

"THE FUCK? I'M NOT NO FUCKIN' SAP-"

"Eyes on the stove blondie! Don't want our dinner burning on us! That'd be on you." You poke at his chest, leaning in, your eyes flickering to meet his lips before you flash a grin at his flushed face, stepping out of the kitchen, and into the bathroom.

What the fuck.

What the fuck was that.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

Katsuki gripped his shirt, bunching it into a fist as he tried to breathe, his heart throbbing against his ribcage as his other hand reached for the counter, trying to hold himself upright.

He could still feel your warm hand, pressing against his skin. You were so close, he could smell your shampoo and count the blemishes on your face and - shit did you lick your bottom lip too? 

"What the fuck..."

-

"Oi! Stupid! Are you ready? Hurry up before I press play!" You shout from Katsuki's bed. You were curled up in your pajamas, one of his pillows sitting on your lap as you stared at the TV screen in front of you.

"Gimmie five dumbass!" Katsuki shouted from his bathroom.

If you had told yourself three months ago that you'd be sitting in Katsuki Bakugo's bed right now, eating his snacks and curling up with one of his pillows - you would've laughed, spat at your feet and probably cursed your whole family generation - past, present and future for even suggesting something so damn stupid.

But the unofficial "date" you had at the bar with him - it tore something down between you both. Maybe you never really hated him in the first place.

Maybe you said you did because you were scared of telling him that you didn't. You were scared of what he might've said.

You definitely hated that thought.

Regardless, it was obvious that both of you were slowly beginning to open up to each other, the snarky remarks lost their malice and began a sort of... love language? 

Strangely enough.

Gross.

The glaces of hate had dissolved into glances of longing.

Yuck.

He had even held your hand, when you were much too drunk to walk let alone hold yourself up.

Ick.

His palm was warm, slightly calloused. But comforting.

He was comforting.

This shit is so fucking corny [Name]. Snap the fuck out. He's supposed to be your rival. Not your lover.

"You done spacing out?"

You yelped at the sound of his voice.

"Don't just do that!" you shook your head and placed a hand on your chest. 

"Right..." Katsuki snorted, moving to sit next to you. "What did you put on?"

"Scream?" You shrugged as Katsuki reached over to grab a handful of your snacks, ignoring your quiet 'HEY!' as he shoves the food in his mouth.

"A classic." He says, mouth full.

-

"That was fun Bakugo." You smiled as he pulled the door open for you.

"Yea?" He tilts his head to the side and a small smile tugs on his lips. "'M glad... you liked the food too right?"

You hummed, nodding as he helped you out of his car. "We should do that more... only if you want though!" You stammered nervously, a warm flush creeping up your cheeks as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

Katsuki nodded. "Sure... Yea... Okay. Why not."

You nodded walking to your door. "Cool... Cool..." You cough awkwardly and scratch the back of your head. "Thanks for dropping me off Bakugo."

Katsuki nodded, pulling the front door of his car open. "Yea. Sleep well... Or whatever." He mumbled under his breath. 

You pulled your front door open.

Katsuki shoved his key into the ignition.

-

"Chirst Katsuki. Pull yourself together." He groaned, tugging on his ashen blond locks as he shuffled into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Red eyes scan over his bed, the sheets messy and crumples, wrappers overflowing in the small trashcan next to his bed.

He was going crazy. Maybe he was dying? Is this what it feels like to be dying? Dying at twenty three - would you show up to his funeral? Cry and hold his body? Would you miss him if he was gone? Maybe he was going crazy. 

These are crazy thoughts Katsuki.

“You’re going insane Katsuki. Snap the fuck out of it.”

He let out a groan, sitting on his bed and rubbing his hands over his face. “Fucking hell…” 

Katsuki reached for the pillow you were holding onto the whole night.

Probably smells like them now.

Katsuki paused.

He lifted the pillow up to his face and inhaled. His shoulders dropped and he felt the tension leave his body. Was this creepy? Probably. But damn did he need this. 

He sighed and flopped back in bed, curling up against the pillow.

And, pretending that he was holding you - Katsuki Bakugo fell asleep.

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🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / chance meetings / keigo lore

main menu;

level six; chance meetings

cw; multiple descriptors of anxiety in different tones, mentions of child abuse, i believe that’s all, bit of a longer written part, no texts post or tweets this chapter

on your couch sat kenzie with her boyfriend, touya, and his younger brother shoto. they got here fifteen minutes ago, but touya wanted to wait to meet your brother. something about wanting to make sure he could leave shoto around him. which was fine, keigo would be home soon. in the meantime, touya has given you and kenzie the rundown of shoto. he’s a quiet kid mostly, very polite, likes to play games, and flinches at loud noises. you recognize the behavior of an abused child immediately, your heart aches as you see yourself in shoto.

a lump forms in your throat as a memory surfaces, you have to excuse yourself to the restroom to splash cold water on your face before you begin crying. you can hear the lock turning as you walk back to the living room, keigo stepping through the door right as you round the corner. he sees the look on your face and is in immediate protective big brother mood. he barely has an arm around your shoulder when his gaze lands on the three sitting on the couch. his body tenses up and the name slips from his throat before he has time to process what he’s seeing.

“dabi?” there’s a confused and broken tone to keigo’s voice as he watches touya sit on the couch like he’s meant to be there.

“oh hey man, haven’t seen you since graduation. i didn’t know you lived here.” touya’s voice is casual, like it isn’t a big deal that he’s sitting on his ex’s couch with his arm slung around the shoulders of one of his younger sister’s best friends.

“uh yeah, i-i’m sorry. i-” keigo can feel his throat closing up and his hands are shaking, the door to his bedroom is being shut and locked before anybody has the chance to say anything. you look between touya and where keigo just stood, before setting your gaze back on touya.

“you know my brother? and why did he call you dabi?” you’re confused, keigo’s never mentioned knowing touya and you don’t recognize him from anywhere.

“uh yeah, i knew him in high school. i had white hair back then. i started going by dabi in senior year. i answer to either one but i usually stick to going by touya when i’m with kenzie.” touya’s words are directed at you but his eyes are trained on the hallway that keigo disappeared down.

“right.” the room is silent after you speak, there’s a look on touya’s face that you can’t quite read and it makes you anxious.

“do you mind if i go talk to him?” touya stands and makes his way to where you stand, ready to walk down the hall to keigo. something in his voice makes you want to say yes, but you know keigo’s panic attacks, you've seen them before and know that if touya went to talk to him, then keigo would spiral.

“i’m sorry, i don’t think that’s a good idea right now.” you move slightly to the right blocking his path, his eyes flicker to you. and since he’s a good few inches taller than you, he could easily move past you, the look in your eyes and tone in your voice stops him.

“right, some other time then.” he says, stepping away from you as you nod.

“another time.” you walk with him back to the couch, waiting until he sits down before sitting in the single chair on the side.

“so, i won’t pry about what you’re doing but do you not have anybody else to watch shoto?” you tilt your head glancing between touya and kenzie who is sitting silently. “kenz, you alright?”

her eyes are trained on the ground, her left foot tapping softly against the floor in a rhythm you recognize as one she does when anxious. you’re pulling her off the couch and into the kitchen in seconds, placing a bottle of water on the counter, you grab her hands in yours.

“kenzie, breathe.” you breathe in and motion for her to copy you, she takes a shaky inhale, both of you holding it for five seconds before releasing. you repeat the process a few more times until she’s breathing regularly and can focus her gaze on you.

“you okay now?” you watch as she drinks the water before nodding.

“yeah, thank you. i don’t really know what happened there, i was fine one minute, then the next i wasn’t.” she explains and you nod.

“yeah, i understand. i guess we’re all a little on edge today. i mean we’re babysitting your boyfriend's brother after all, so maybe it’s just nerves.” she nods again and you both smile softly.

“alright, let’s go back to the living room.” you both return to your previous seats and touya wraps his arm around kenzie, pulling her into his side and nudging her head with the tip of his nose.

“originally one of my roommates was supposed to watch him. but, spinner had to work and shigaraki had a family matter.” your head snaps to touya so quickly that you feel it crack.

“wait, shigaraki? like the gamer shigaraki?” the words spill out jumbled together, you’re surprised he understood you.

“yeah, do you know him?” he tilts his head at you.

“touya, the game died.” shoto speaks up from where he sits, nintendo in hand with a black screen.

“shit, really?” touya sighs, “i don’t have a charger for it.” as he finishes speaking, you go to your room, searching for something before returning with a charger.

“here, he can use mine.” you hand the charger to shoto, who plugs in the device and returns to being silent after thanking you, you nod with a smile and sit back down.

“i know shigs, we gamer together a lot. i always try to get him to put our minecraft beds together.” you snort out a laugh, kenzie and touya both chuckle in turn.

“ahh, so you’re y/n? he talks about you a lot.” he speaks casually, your face heats up with a blush and you give a shy laugh.

“so that would make you dabi then, i don’t know why i didn’t put it together earlier when you said you also go by that. it’s nice to finally meet you.” you smile at him and he nods.

“wait, kenzie you’ve met shigs and didn’t tell me?” your tone is teasing and she pouts playfully.

“i’m sorry boo, i didn’t know, honest.” you both laugh at that. 

from there the conversation flows easily and you talk a bit more about what shoto is like, with the boy in question adding in answers here and there, before touya eventually leaves a few minutes later and says he’ll be back in a couple hours.

keigo eventually comes back out of his room to sit on the couch and explain what happened, though he doesn’t give much more than a single sentence.

“touya is my ex-boyfriend from high school.”

level six; chance meetings completed!

two achievements unlocked; keigo lore! touya first meeting!

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