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Hunger

Dabi never got over the hungry feeling scratching inside of his body - itching to get out. Flowing in his blood. Seeping out of his pores. The anger - the obsession. You had to be his. (aka Dabi’s childhood best friend becomes a hero and he realises that his feelings never left).

Yandere-ish? Dabi x reader (no gender specified). This is like 600-700 words, so it’s just an idea I had. Might turn it into a longer fic later? This also might not be too realistic since I dropped mha a long time ago

(y/h/n) - your hero name

The bar is empty. The untouched whiskey glasses that sat on top of the cupboards - covered in a thick layer of dust. It’s quiet and the loudest noise in the room is coming from a clock which stayed hung in the corner of the leagues hideout. Shigaraki had left a while ago, probably to run away from the real problems for a few hours and play a few sessions of the game he was overly obsessed with. The others (which were seen on more rare occasions in the bar - unless it had to do something with the meetings) were gone at this hours.

The people that spent most time there, were Dabi and Shigaraki themselves (with the exception of Kurogiri, as he served as the bartender of this lonely bar).

Dabi lets out a sigh as he tilts his head backwards, the staples digging into his skin and he clenches his jaw. An uncomfortable feeling which he was more than used to after all these years. One of the few clean glasses was snug in his palm, no longer cold as the ice had melted a while ago. He slowly lifts it up to his lips and as the the chipped rim touches his bottom lip, he downs whatever mixture of melted ice and shitty cheap whiskey runs down his throat. He grimaces a bit, but shakes off the feeling of disgust. It was better than it had been before. At least now he has where to stay - a roof over his head. And now there’s other people around him too. He’s no longer alone. He sneers in his mind. He’s no longer alone. He needs to be alone. He doesn’t need the help of others to finally get revenge on the man he had to call a father. He tips his head to the front and puts the glass down, rougher than intended. It slams onto the table, filling the room with a loud bang for a second. The same hand reaches for the remote next to it and clicks on the first button it touches. He needs to fill the silence before it drives him completely mad.

But what he doesn’t expect to see is a familiar face. But it’s not a face that causes an unpleasant feeling to seep into his bones. No. It’s quite the opposite. His lips twitch as a small smirk forms on his face, his eyebrows raise in amusement. Finally. Something interesting.

“A new pro-hero is climbing up the ranks. In just a few months, the incredible (y/h/n) has reached the top five.” A woman with dark curly hair, smiles and pictures are displayed on the screen. Your pictures. “The people have been head over heels for the new young hero! The new generation of youth-“ she continues talking, but Dabi blocks out her voice.

You became a hero. You had chosen to continue the path that the both of you had to walk through. You continued the dream that Dabi had buried years ago, with Touya. His finger starts tapping the wooden bar top as a low, rumbling chuckle slips past his lips. He leans forward and rests his face on his palm. A small spark sets off in the inside of his body. A desire.. No. A need. Dabi needs to have you. You’re the only one that can bring some familiarity back into his life that has been longing, without even realising it. The sound of a chair scraping the floor echoes in the room and Dabi slowly walks out of the building of the hideout, the TV still playing in the background. He realises that he never got over the hungry feeling scratching inside of his body - itching to get out. Flowing in his blood. Seeping out of his pores. The anger - the obsession. You had to be his. One way or another, you’ll be laying in his arms soon enough.

He’ll make sure of it.

What’s your favourite scary movie?

Ghostface!Geto x f!reader

Your ex was always a bit weird, but you still loved him. After breaking up you went to your first halloween party with your friends. What could go wrong?

Warnings: death, blood, horror?, crazy Geto, swearwords, maybe a tiny bit suggestive? Geto is an asshole.

Around 1.6k words

English is not my first language and I did not re-read this. Spelling mistakes?

You stand in front of the bedroom mirror looking at yourself. The costume fit you well, hugging all the right spots. You’ve never looked hotter. Shoko, your friend which somehow managed to drag you into this mess, whistled behind you.

“You look good.” she smirked as she took out the last cigarette from her beat down box that looked like it was run over by that stupid bus that takes you to university. “You should put on those white thigh high socks and then I’ll spray you with some blood.”

“Hopefully it’s fake.” you roll your eyes and smirk at the med student. “I don’t want any of your study rat’s blood on me.”

“You’ll find out afterwards.” Shoko says sarcastically and leaves the room while the smell of cigarettes stays right there with you and travels all the way to her room.

You let out a sigh as you fix your cheerleader uniform and then walk up to a drawer, starting to look for those white thigh high socks. You hum a tune as you finally take them out, putting them on and then on top of them you put on your worn out converses that you don’t mind spraying with fake blood. Shoko steps back in the room and before you can even react you feel something cold, wet and sticky splash onto your body.

“What the fuck, Shoko?!” You squeal as you turn to look at your friend. She was already standing there with the biggest grin and then you feel more of the substance hitting your body. “Bitch!?”

She just laughs.

“Finally you look perfect.” She says and takes the last hit of her cigarette before putting it out in an ashtray you left for her in your room. You bought it when you went to Paris with your ex. You grimace at the memory and shake your head.

“Gojo is coming with us.” She says as she looks at her phone. Funnily enough, she was a bloody nurse for halloween. Said it was an easy costume as she already had all of the clothes she’ll never use again from previous years.

“Will he be there?” You ask with a slight tone to your voice.

“Don’t know. Gojo didn’t say and I didn’t ask.” She shook her shoulders and took you by your hand. “C’mon let’s go. Gojo’s waiting outside.”

“Already?” You raise an eyebrow as you follow her out.

-

The same second you stepped into the party, Gojo was already gone. He was dressed up as Jack Frost and you only rolled your eyes as he ran after the first hot girl he saw. Shoko on the other hand stayed with you for a while but then left to look for someone who had cigarettes and wanted to share. So you were left all alone standing in the stupid party you didn’t even want to come to.

You saw a few familiar faces here and there, no one you were too close with. Though it was quite okay. At least you weren’t stuck in your room, depressing over your ex-boyfriend.

You fix your skirt as you take a step towards the kitchen. Your throat was dry and you wanted another beer. As you walk into the kitchen the music dims down behind you. Whoever was throwing this party was rich. Everything was neat and expensive. Even the fridge was way bigger than necessary. You smirk as you notice the note on the fridge informing you that instead of ice, there was wine in there. You take a glass and pour yourself some. But before you can take a sip something stops you. A sound. A scream.

Someone was screaming out of pain. Your eyebrows furrow as you slowly get closer to the door. Was that just a part of this party? After all it was halloween. But before you can check it out, someone touches your shoulder and you drop the wine. You let out a scream and turn around to see Gojo towering over you with the biggest smirk.

“You asshole!” You point a finger at his chest while he just laughs.

“You should’ve seen your face! It was so funny.” He wipes off tears from his eyes. “I should’ve taken a-“ suddenly he goes quiet and his eyes widen.

“Satoru?” You ask softly before looking down at his stomach. It was bloody. And the blood spot was getting bigger while something sharp was sticking out. Suddenly it was removed and Gojo opens his mouth for a second. But all that could be heard was a gurgling sound. Blood spills out of his mouth and his body goes limp, falling onto the floor. Once where was his body, stood a tall masked and hooded figure.

Without a word you start running as fast as you could. As you leave the room you see more dead bodies laying around as people try to leave the house, boarding the doors and pushing each other. You start running towards the stairs to the second floor. Maybe you could jump out the window. It wasn’t the safest plan but there was no other option. You heard your shoes hit the floor as you run up the stairs, opening doors of random rooms. You see a big window in one and you smile in victory as you run to it. You start opening it and then look down. It was quite a fall but you’d survive. Maybe strain something or break a bone in the worst case scenario. Or in the best one, after all you don’t want death.

One of your legs go through the window, but before you could jump someone grabs onto your hair and pulls you back. You let out a terrifying scream out of fear and pain and feel something sharp next to your throat. You try not to squirm too much as the sharp tip of the blade was touching your neck.

“Hey.” A deep voice that sounded robotic says. “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“I don’t watch scary movies.” You answer in a whisper, too scared to move.

“You have a boyfriend, beautiful?”

“Why is this how you want to ask me out on a date?” You spit the words out this time in a panic, thinking about Shoko. Was she dead? Did she manage to get out? Suddenly Gojo’s dead body lingers in your mind and tears well up in your eyes.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again getting closer to your ear.

“No.”

He throws you onto the bed and laughs. His gloved hand grabs onto the end of the mask and pulls it up. And suddenly you’re met with the brown eyes your so familiar with. They’re wide with lust and adrenaline as he looks at you with a big creepy smile. If none of this was happening - you would think he looks quite hot. But now you’ve never been more scared of your ex.

“Awe. You never looked for anyone else. So cute. Such a good girl.” He smirks as he steps closer to you.

“Y-you.. You killed Gojo?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would Geto kill his own best friend?

“He was getting too close to you for my liking.” Suddenly he pressed the blade into your thigh, slashing it a bit and staining your white thigh highs with more blood. This time though, it wasn’t fake. You let out a whine out of pain and he shuts you up with a kiss. “You belong to me. Don’t you ever forget that.” He whispers into your lips and brings the knife to your throat.

“Please.. Please don’t kill me.” You ask while tears fall down your face and he just chuckles wiping them off. His hands were stained with blood and while touching you he was also staining you with the blood of your innocent friends.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” He grins. The tip of the blade reaches your shirt and he starts cutting it open. “Y’wanna know why I killed them all?” He hums. “Because I fucking hated them. I hated them all. Stupid monkeys.. So filthy and stained by the world. And I hate you too. Oh you have no idea how much I fucking hate you.”

“Suguru..” you let out a chocked sob.

“Shh.. shut up.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making your lips pout. “You’re so pretty, but so fucking dumb. If you-“

Sirens of police were heard outside and Geto smirks as he steps away.

“If you tell anyone. I’ll kill every single person you love. And then.. I’ll kill you.” He puts his mask down and the robotic voice is back again. “By the way.. You look so hot in that costume.”

And then he’s gone again as you lay in the bed all alone and bloody, crying.

Extra:

You were laying on the couch in the living room. It’s been a few weeks after the incident. Shoko was safe. She was the one who called the police as she was outside for quite a while, smoking a cigarette. Now she was in school as you were left at home alone.

The phone rang and you lazily picked it up.

“Hello?” You say softly, as you were laying really comfortable and almost falling asleep.

“(Y/N). What’s your favourite scary movie?”

Decade

Even after a decade Shoko still loves you.

I don’t think I mentioned any gender here, so Shoko x reader. Angst to fluff. Love me some Shoko. Around 900 words

Her thumb keeps pressing down on a lighter time after time. There’s a spark, but no fire. Her thin hands began to shake as she gets annoyed at the old and cheap lighter she bought at the small shop near Jujutsu Tech. It’s run by an old and nice lady that just wants to continue her family business, but her children have no interest in that. It’s a sad sight, Shoko thinks as she gives up on the lighter and throws it away. Her back rests on the wall behind her, the same way the unlit cigarette sits between her lips. She looks up to the sky and mumbles something under her breath. Life hasn’t been easy lately. She had one too many patients come to her and all she wants is to relax. But the dark circles under her eyes, the ramen boxes in the trash can in her office, the now useless lighter are just a few signs that she doesn’t remember the last time she could do that.

Suddenly there’s a light under her cigarette and without even checking who offered her this lifesaving (how ironic as the cancer sticks are doing something way opposite) spark. She takes in a deep breath and finally feels the smoke fill her lungs. It burns. But in a way it reminds her that shes alive. She’s here. Still breathing. Then she slowly lifts her eyes up to see to who she owes this thanks and her eyes widen.

You stand in front of her. As beautiful as ever. You’ve matured. Your hands are now full of battle scars that tell your story, your face looks sharper, you’re taller and the soft smile on your face makes her heart beat faster. You’re obviously tired. Tired from carrying the world on your shoulders. Tired from being one of the strongest in your clan. Your hand moves away from her face and you put the lighter back in the pocket of your black leather jacket. The wind blows and moves your hair around with its gust. And Shoko thinks that you’ve never looked prettier. People should worship your beauty. Deities would be jealous of how you looked at that second.

Suddenly she thinks about the summer ten years ago. When you were holding her in your hands and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Promising a fairy tale future where the two would be happy. Together. It was right before you broke her heart, leaving when someone attacked your clan and started a war. They needed you. But selfishly Shoko thinks she needed you more than they did.

“You look good.” You’re the first to break the silence. You grin but the smile doesn’t reach your eyes and Shoko frowns a bit. “How have you been?” Your voice is scratchy. Like you’ve been yelling for a while. And maybe you were. You were always strong physically but mentally you always needed support, which she understood. If she was the one in your shoes she would’ve probably gave up a long time ago.

“Hm.” She hums and looks you up and down, smoke surrounding the both of you and she wishes it could bring you closer to her. “I’ve been okay. Same old.” Shoko’s voice sounds more womanly, you think. It’s mature. It’s the voice of a mother that tells her children tales as old as time. “How are you? It’s been a while.” Ten years, Shoko wanted to scream. It’s been ten years without you.

“As good as a sorcerer could be, I guess.” You laugh slightly.

“Not so sure about that.” Shoko scoffs. “You’re not enjoying your time stuck somewhere in an expensive mansion with millions in your bank.”

“How do you know I’m not?” You tilt your head to the side.

“You wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m here to see you.” Shoko swears her heart stops after you say that. Her lips tremble a bit and she feels like a teenager in love all over again. Crazy how you can just show up and turn her world over. But she can’t let you do that. What if you slip away from her grasp again? Shoko couldn’t live with a second heartbreak. So she just nods her head.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is soft now. “I wish things would’ve been different.” You sigh and look to the side, studying the nature surrounding you both. “I had to leave. My clan needed me. And I knew you deserved someone better. Someone who could actually stay by your side. I didn’t want you to worry about me too much.” You smile at her. “I wanted you to be with someone who could actually promise you their safety. I was living every day questioning my existence.”

“You’re an idiot.” Shoko puffs out the smoke of her cigarette. “An idiot to believe that I would ever love someone as much as I loved you.”

She feels you take her palm into your hands as you now stare into her eyes with so many emotions.

“Then please. Let me make up for all of the years we lost. I know it’s been a decade.. But my love for you always stayed.”

Shoko smiles and the cigarette falls down to the rock path. She steps one step closer to you and your lips touch.

For the first time in ten years Shoko feels alive again.

Requests open!!

Want to start writing more again since I haven’t been doing that for a while now. Taking requests for: Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers. Might also do other anime/manga. If it’s not on the list please do still send me the requests. I’ve seen/read way too much, so I might also write about the ones u ask<3