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Just A Shotgun.
Synopsis. In which a certain delinquent gives the town’s sweetheart her first kiss with a shotgun.
Pairing. Touya Todoroki x Reader
Content. delinquent!dabi x innocent!reader, no LOV / heroes, town romance, forbidden relationship, explicit language, no smut but there’s suggestive themes.
Word Count. 1095k words
Art Credits. @sharlockart
A/N. twin sent an edit of him with a comment that said "do you think he gets high?" 🙈
Touya’s boot tapped against the gravel as he leaned back against his bike, one hand casually resting on the handlebar, the other holding his blunt. His leather jacket creaked as he shifted, pulling the blunt to his lips and taking a slow drag. The orange glow flared for a second before he let out a long, lazy exhale.
The night was quiet, too damn quiet for a town that seemed to suffocate him on a daily basis. There were no cops on patrol tonight, no nosey neighbours peeking through their blinds. Just the stars overhead, scattered across the sky like a broken bottle of glitter. It was the perfect night for trouble, for breaking away from the suffocating routine of suburban bullshit.
And he'd finally convinced you to come along for the ride.
He glanced at you, who was standing just a few feet away, probably thinking that you so out of place in the middle of nowhere. Just the two of you, no streetlights, no prying eyes.
Touya liked it like this; quiet, except for the distant hum of crickets and the low rumble of his bike cooling down after their ride. He’d parked his bike at some overlook just outside of town, far enough from view. It was one of his favorite spots, not that there was much to see besides a bunch of trees and a river glistening faintly in the moonlight, but he knew you’d like it.
"Hey, you ever smoked before?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He extended the blunt towards you. He wasn’t really offering out of generosity, oh no, it was more like a dare. A little game to see if you’d take it.
"No, Dabi, I haven’t smoked before. Hey, don’t put that over here—" You protested before he spoke. "Here, c’mon. Take it." His voice was smooth, with just enough edge to make it clear he wasn’t asking.
"Well—" Touya watched as you seemingly hesitated, maybe because of the fact you’ve never done anything like this or because you weren’t used to being dragged out of your comfort zone so late at night.
Either way, he didn’t give you much of a choice. Clicking his tongue, he closed the small distance between the two of you in just a few lazy steps. "Look, I’ll make it easy for you. Open your mouth."
Your faces were barely inches apart now.
"What do you mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. What was he planning?
"Shut up and open your mouth, sweetheart."
Without waiting for you to comply, he took another long drag of the blunt, holding the smoke in his mouth before he leaned in, a slow and lazy movement, and brushed his lips against yours as he slowly exhaled the smoke into your open mouth.
You pulled back, coughing. "Dabi, what the heck?" You exclaimed angrily, not at the fact that he had just kissed you, but at the fact that he had blew smoke into your mouth.
"You were supposed to breathe it in slow, you know that right? I don’t want you choking on me now." His lips curled into a shit-eating grin as he tilted his head, watching your reaction.
"C‘mon… Did you at least like it?" He teased, giving you that look that made your knees weak.
Dodging the question, you pushing at his chest. "You better hope I don’t smell like this stuff. My parents would kill me and you. They already don’t like you."
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle at your comment, the sound echoing in the quiet night air. He took another drag of his blunt, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out slowly, letting the cloud drift between you.
"Maybe... But, sweetheart, if you’re worried about your parents catching a whiff of a little fucking weed, then you shouldn’t have come out here with me in the first place, huh?"
"But I wanted too…" You murmured, fiddling with your hands.
"Yeah, I know." He said, his voice dropping to a low conspiratorial whisper, his lips curling back into that grin. "Tell you what, if they give you any shit, just blame it on me. I’ll take the fall, sweetheart."
He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The touch lingered just a moment too long, his fingertips grazing your cheek.
"Oh, Dabi, I couldn’t do that.." You said, leaning into his touch a little. "Blame you."
Touya’s smirk only widened at your hesitation, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more predatory. He stepped even closer, until your bodies were nearly pressed together, his hand now cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing across their your lip.
"Couldn't or wouldn't?" He murmured, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "C'mon, sweetheart, it’s not like they wouldn’t believe you." He was right and you knew he was. And you hated it,
His other hand, the one not currently holding the blunt , slid down to rest on the curve of your waist, his fingers splaying possessively across the small of your back.
He pulled you a little closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the lingering scent of leather and smoke that clung to his clothes.
"Besides, I thought you wanted to take a risk for once in your life. And trust me, that's the biggest fucking risk you can take. Letting a guy like me get this close to you."
"Is that right?" You asked, your eyes drifting down to his lips. Your parents would faint if they knew what you were thinking about.
"You fucking bet it is," He said, leaning in just a little closer. There was just inches between you. The tension was palpable.
"What was that called? When you transferred the smoke to me?"
Touya blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change of subject.
"Oh, that?" he said, his voice a low, amused rumble. "That's called shotgunning, sweetheart. When one person takes a drag and then blows the smoke into the mouth of another. It's a classic move. I figured you, Miss Good Girl, wouldn't know that."
His hand slid up your back to tangle in your hair, his fingers curling around the strands. He tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"But if you want, I can show you some other...techniques. Things that'll really make your head spin." Touya’s voice was low, his eyes glinting with a dangerous promise.
"Really?"
"Really."
Second Chances (Naoya x Reader)
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Chap 1 - The One With The Push─ ˖᯽ ݁˖·
⁺˚⋆。°✩ Summary ✩°。⋆˚⁺
After years of enduring Naoya's cruelty in your marriage, one desperate push at the top of the stairs changes everything.
He falls, but he doesn’t die. He wakes with no memory of who he was, or what he did to you.
With his family desperate to hide the truth and preserve his inheritance, you become his caretaker… and his only anchor. The man who once made you flinch at the sound of his footsteps, now follows you around like a lost ghost, soft-eyed and uncertain.
You could tell him the truth. You could walk away, but guilt keeps you here, and love, eventually, makes it hard to leave.
‧₊˚✧ Warnings ✧˚₊‧
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Graphic descriptions of domestic abuse, Physical & emotional violence, Amnesia, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy angst, Slow burn romance, Non-con elements, Smut (More warnings will be added when full chapter is posted).
‧₊˚✧ Word Count ✧˚₊‧
3,271k
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨Masterlist୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
TRIGGER WARNING - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! - TRIGGER WARNING!
You have always hated hospitals, the way the antiseptic clings to the back of your throat long after you’ve left, the relentless metronome of monitors counting out someone else’s fragile hold on life, the soft mechanical sighs that never quite mask the undercurrent of grief threading through every corridor.
They are places where hope is lost, thread by thread, where families learn in increments what grief feels like before it finally arrives, and sitting here beside Naoya, his chest rising and falling only because machines insist on it, tubes snaking beneath pale skin, an IV line taped crookedly to the back of his hand, you cannot remember a time the hatred for this place burned this hot inside your ribs.
Your fingers rest around his, as though the slightest pressure might dislodge the needle or remind his body how little fight it has left. His palm is cooler than it should be, the kind of cold that seeps in when circulation slows and life begins to feel tenuous.
You fight the urge to pull away, telling yourself the dread pooling in your stomach is only guilt wearing a friendlier mask.
The beeping continues, indifferent to your fears, a cruel reminder that he is still here even if the man who once filled rooms with his voice and his fury is nowhere to be found.
The door sighs open behind you, a soft pneumatic swoosh, and you turn your head just enough to see Emiko step inside. Her dark hair catches the fluorescent light in muted waves, the pale teal pantsuit she wears looks starched to the point of discomfort, as though she dressed for a boardroom rather than a deathwatch.
She moves with the practiced quiet of someone who has spent years learning not to disturb powerful men, even when they lie unconscious.
“You’re still here” she says, not quite a question, more the gentle press of an observation against the silence.
You nod once, the motion stiff, then let your gaze drift back to Naoya.
In this stillness he could be anyone, the sharp edges of his jaw softened by sedation, the perpetual sneer smoothed away, nothing left of the hunger that used to rise in his eyes whenever your voice faltered or your shoulders curved inward. He looks almost peaceful.
The sight twists something vicious in your chest.
The umbrella
Saw this theory post on tiktok and I was like
Shet I need to write a fan fiction about this
I forgot who posted it lol but if ya know pls comment.
If I remember the post was how his vital / jinki is from someone important to him / why he hates rain lol
and why majority of his team is just just kids lol
Angst ahead so ready your tissues hahahaha
Enjin x Reader
Before he became a Cleaner…
Before people followed him…
Before his name carried weight—
Enjin was just a man who hated the rain.
Not because of the cold.
Not because of the mud.
But because rain made everything feel heavier.
It soaked through clothes, through skin.
And when he's alone, rain made that loneliness louder.
But it wasn't always like that.
✨support system— New Year’s Special — Hawks x reader
note this note affect the story of support system this is just a special part go to pin 📍 post for all the links and parts
The streets were already crowded by the time you slipped out of your agency.
Early afternoon, cool breeze, and the scent of roasted chestnuts drifting between the clusters of people rushing to take advantage of the New Year’s sales.
You tugged your scarf tighter and walked with purpose.
Not for the sales—though you had grabbed a limited-edition strawberry cake box the moment you saw it—
but because you really just wanted to step outside without responsibility for once.
Just… walk.
Breathe.
Think.
Have a moment of normalcy.
But as always, normalcy was a myth in your life.
You sensed him before you saw him—
I'll always look at you Post-war Touya Todoroki x Reader
It clung to your clothes every time you visited the Todoroki estate, sinking into fabric, into skin, into memory.but you always shook your head. You didn’t mind.
Because at the end of the corridor, behind the heavy wooden doors, Touya was waiting.
Or rather—burning.
He was always burning.
You were small when it started. Barely tall enough to reach his sleeve, sitting on the engawa with him as steam rose from his skin. His hair was brighter then, red and wild, his grin sharp and proud.
“Watch this,” he’d said once, flames flaring from his hands, too bright, too hot.
You clapped anyway.
Endeavor didn’t.
That was the first time you saw Touya’s smile crack.
🌞 Summer Vacation Special — support system ( Hawks x reader)
go to pin 📍 post to see all the other links / parts
Note that this does not affect the main storyline of ( support system) this is just a special part.
The request came in marked URGENT.
Y/n skimmed the details with half-lidded eyes while Jun hovered behind her chair, already suspicious.
Client: Private coastal resort
Request: Security upgrade + perimeter drones
Location: Southern coastline — private beach access
Gimme a few days to publish this 😌🫶
Request is still open ✉️
I noticed some of y'all are avoiding the bad and alternative ending lol of support system hahahahahahga
I'mma get my payback soon and will make you guys cry 😠🫵
☀️ Child Y/N & Child Hawks — “The Boy With the Wings”
✨ support system ( Hawks x reader) note that this does not affect the main story this is just a special part ( go to pin 📍 post to see all the link and parts)
🌤️ First Meeting
He was sitting alone on the far end of the park bench, tiny red wings tucked tight to his back, like he was trying to hide them under his shirt.
You stopped when you saw him.
Then, very loudly:
“WOW! YOU’RE A BIRD!”
Keigo nearly fell off the bench.
“N-No— I’m— I mean— not really—”
You walked right up to him and poked a feather.
“They’re so soft!! Do they go ‘fwip fwip fwip’? Do they do that? Can you fly??”
He blinked.
Twice.
No one had ever approached him like that.
No fear.
No disgust.
Just sparkly excitement.
He mumbled:
“…Maybe a little.”
That was it.
You immediately sat beside him and handed him the snack you were saving.
Hey guys since support system ( Hawks x reader) is all finished now and I'm still doing the special parts
Feel free to request a special part it ya guys want
Since its the holidays soon I have so much time again :3
Can be a requested special part of support system or just a random one shot ( any of your choice I'll try and do it)
✨ WHAT IF — HAWKS MEETS CHILD Y/N ✨
Note that this does not affect the story line of " support system " this is just a what if situation —link to the main storyline and other links/ parts
The agency was finally regaining some order. Repairs were slow but steady, staff worked overtime, and the temporary lights flickered as Y/N stayed in her lab tinkering with yet another prototype.
She muttered to herself, adjusting wires, her goggles reflecting sparks.
“Prototype 22-C: Should be simple. Should be—”
BOOM.
A flash of pink smoke exploded from the bench.
Silence.
Then tiny coughing.
Jun came running. “Boss!? BOSS—did something expl—”
✨ FANTASY AU support system ( Hawks x reader) — the princess who doesn't want to be saved✨
Note : this does not affect the main storyline of "support system" this is just a special part
Go to pin 📍 post to see all the other links and list
Rumors spread across the kingdom like wildfire carried by mischievous imps:
“Princess Y/N has been kidnapped!”
“She’s held in a tall, cursed tower!”
“A terrible sorcerer traps her!”
In reality?
Princess Y/N was sitting cross-legged on the plush, sapphire-blue velvet floor in her pajamas. She was drinking soothing tea from a cup that refilled itself . She was surrounded by a fortress of enchanted pillows that smelled faintly of lavender, strawberry cake and a spread of flaky, berry-filled pastries. Beside her, guarding the pastry was a cat who may or may not be a demon. He certainly possessed one perpetually glowing amber eye, and he purred with the rumble of a distant thunder.
Future ending- support system ( Hawks x reader) Welcome back.
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Morning at Y/n’s Place
The sunlight filtered through the smart-tinted windows of Y/n’s house. Her AI drones whirred softly, tidying up stray cables and stacking holographic schematics into neat piles. Y/n herself sat at the kitchen , sipping coffee and glancing at her holo-screen, already grading her students report.
The house still smelled faintly of burnt feathers and metal polish — a leftover from Hawks’ prosthetic wing used to be. She grumbled under her breath, remembering the chaos of the war, but the sight of Hawks’ old katana lying safely in its display case gave her a small sense of satisfaction.
I'm sorry yall HAHAHAHAHHA i know i just posted like the happy ending but ya know it's more funny for me if i made you guys go like "awww" to " crying *"
Support system ( Hawks x reader)⚠️ Bad end —the building that always cries
( note this doesn't affect the main story. this is just a alternative ending of support system — go to pin 📍 post to see all the other links / parts)
"Y/N... he didn't make it."
Time didn't stop.
It shattered.
Her knees didn't buckle - they turned to stone.
Her heart didn't break - it froze.
Her voice didn't tremble - it disappeared.
Because what was there to say?
She should have known.
She did know.
And she ignored it.
She shouldn't have opened up.
She shouldn't have let her walls down.
She shouldn't have allowed herself those eight years of warmth that he forced into her life.
She should have stayed cold.
Cold doesn't hurt.
ALTERNATE ENDING - support system ( Hawks x reader) the path we never took together.
( note that this not affect the main plot of the story this is just another alternative or what if situation. go to pin 📍post for all the links)
From the very beginning, Y/N made it clear.
She wasn’t interested.
Not in small talk.
Not in friendship.
Not in whatever warm, bright thing Hawks kept trying to offer her.
Her office door stayed closed.
Her expression stayed unreadable.
Her tone stayed perfectly professional, clipped, and icy.
And the moment Hawks stepped too close, she shut him down.
Just like that day he walked into her lab
The moment she snaps at him.