FAVORITE CRIME

┄ FAVORITE CRIME

➥ Dabi x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, toxic relationships, angst, cheating(not reader)

➥ word count: 0.9k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: Favorite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

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You came back home from a day of doing some much need shopping for supplies to see something that would truly break your heart, Dabi and some girl making out on the couch. Your couch.

You both had good memories together, two teenager that moved in together at only 18. Two teenagers who had both been broken beyond repair, who both found comfort in one another. A comfort thay could never find anywhere else.

Before you even met Dabi, never thought you would do anything of the things that you've done with him. You were a 'good girl', good grades, never late, never broke curfew.

Now you can barely even remember your parents, and that broke your heart. After you met Dabi, they noticed you were slowly changing, grade went down, constantly late, and you ignored curfew.

They loved you, and you knew that. The night you left they were merely expressing their concern for you. They only wanted to make sure that you were okay, but you didn't care.

So instead you ran away, from them, from the only home you've ever known.

All for him. But now you realize that you should have listened to them.

The pair on the couch clearly didn't notice your presence in between their heated kissing session, her shirt gone as his hands roamed her torso mindlessly.

He made you change, made you a criminal. Hell you were even a murderer now. But being a criminal with him was the best. Robbing the bank, and almost getting caught by pro-heroes.

You believed he was Clyde and you were Bonnie. And yet, living and dying together wasn't an ending for you two.

Embarrassment filled you, as if hundreds of people stood around you watching you with pity and judgment. No tears in sight as your bag slipped and fell creating a small noise that interrupted their steamy moment.

Their faces were almost comical, she was shocked as she got up grabbing her shirt and throwing it on. Her hands frantically looking for her purse as she walked towards and past you leaving the apartment.

"I guess I should have listened to them" you said nonchalantly as you looked at him. Thinking about how your parents tried to help you the night you left.

He remained still on the couch, no change in his expression even though he had just been caught by his girlfriend while he was cheating on her with another women.

Both on you stayed where you were, his face was un-readible, while your was blank because you refused to cry in front of him right now.

"Not even going to say sorry?" You asked. You may not have been showing it, but you really wanted him to say he was sorry. Say that he loves you and that it'll never happen again.

But you know he'll never say anything like that. He's never even said he loved you,

"Why would I say sorry if we both know that I wouldn't mean it?" His eyes looked right into yours, and there was not a single bit of regret in him.

He made you do things you never thought you would do, and things you would never forget.

Sneaking into a mall at 2am while you were both high out of your minds. Riding a car without the hood as you let your hair flow in the wind. Had so, so many intimate moments together. Memories that will forever be stuck in your head.

Much like this one.

"I'm not going to ask you why you did it. But I just want to know, was there something that I didn't do?" His brows furrowed at your comment, why weren't you crying, or screaming, hell your not even trying to hit him either.

"What...?" He whispered, panic slowly starting to rise in his chest.

"I became your accomplice, but, there must have been something I didn't do, right?" You looked him in the eye "What was it?"

Dabi didn't know what to say. His eyes slightly widened at you statement and the way that you were reacting. He stood up, only wanted to hold you in his arms now, he knew what he had done was wrong, but his pride would never allow him to say that.

"I guess we'll never know then" You blatantly said.

He stayed silent, and looked collected. But on the inside, he was terrified that this time he may actually lose you this time, and it was going to be all his fault.

"I guess we both deserve this, me for not listening, you for manipulating me, and honestly, I don't know which one is worse"

With that you turned around and left.

It was funny, the was you gave him 4 years of your life, your youth, your innocence, yourself as an alibi. He was indeed Clyde, but, who were you? You weren't Bonnie, she hadn't come into his life yet.

He would probably have a sentence of a few weeks, mostly months. He would forget after that and find himself a new accomplice. You would have a sentence for years probably, maybe one day you would once again become a willing accomplice to somebody else.

To you, he was the criminal you followed. Like a lost puppy following the owner that abandoned them.

You could only hope that he got enough time for lying to you, manipulating you, using you. No matter what, you were the worst crime he committed.

To him, you could only hope that out of everything you did together, everything he did before and after you, that you were his favorite crime.

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hi can u please make an imagine based off of the ‘dear billy’ episode where the reader is billy’s biological sister? (same age as max)

Read it here <3

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

» This is a mostly sfw blog meaning that most posts aren’t inappropriate but there will be an occasional post that’s slightly suggestive or has a triggering topic (more explained below)

» Some posts may be slightly suggestive, but there will be no explicit smut (it may be implied if characters are aged up) and there may be some mentions of a character being attracted to a specific body part that may be considered sexual (e.g. thighs, chest etc.), and only because that’s normal for teenagers but the attraction won’t be acted upon (also, if it is suggestive there will be a warning at the top of the post, so if you’re worried than check the warnings first)

» There may be some triggering topics such as abuse, suicide, self harm, homophobia, etc. but again that will be listed in the tags as well at the top of the post

» More may be added in the future

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┄ WISH YOU WERE SOBER

➳ Ejiro Kirishima x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: one-sided pining, unrequited feelings, alcohol

— word count: 1.1k

Inspired by: Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

Kirishima knew that he would get hurt in the end. He saw how you looked at Bakugou whenever he was in the room, your eyes full of adoration and love. But he couldn't help how his heart skipped a beat whenever you spoke to him.

So here he was, at a table with everyone from class 1-A for a reunion dinner planned months in advance. He sat next to Bakugou, who was seated across from you, only making it easier for you to keep your eyes on him.

As the waiter walked past Y/N raised her hand to gain the waiter's attention, "Hi, can I get a glass of chardonnay?" A polite smiled played on your lips.

The waiter gave your a curt nod before walking into the kitchen.

After that your eyes went right back to Bakugou, they were always on Bakugou.

Kirishima's heart ached at the thought of knowing that you'll never be his. That your heart will always belong to Bakugou.

That he will only ever be a side character in your love story with Bakugou.

Glass after glass your senses were becoming duller, and it seemed to become harder to control your own body.

"Hey, hey we should hangout at my house." You blurted out. And even though the words were directed towards everyone, his heart skipped another beat.

"I don't think I can, I have early watch tomorrow." Mina spoke out, most of the others couldn't either due to prior plans, or work.

"I don't think I'll be able to either, but we can plan something later?" Bakugou spoke up.

Kirishima didn't miss the dejected look in your eyes, nor the way they sparkled when he practically asked you out.

"Yeah, that's be great." A kind smiled tugged at the corners of your lips.

Kirishima made sure he kept a smile on his face even though he felt liked he wanted to cry. It wasn't fair, he had feelings for you before Bakugou even knew you existed.

He was always there for you.

But as always, he once again came in second to the fiery blonde.

"Also, Y/N do you need a ride? You shouldn't be driving right now." Bakugou offered.

"Oh, I can take her. I know she lives a little far from you and her house is only 5 minutes from mine."

There was a silence between the three of you before Bakugou spoke up, "Yeah. Thanks Kirishima." Bakugou patted Kirishima on the shoulder, his eyes were locked with the redhead's giving him a silent warning before removing his hand.

Mine

"I'll see you later Y/N." You pulled him into a hug, missing the smile on Kirishima's face fall for a moment.

"Well we should get going."

You gave a lop-sided smile, along with a loopy nod before starting to walk towards the door, Kirishima close behind leaving Bakugou behind.

The parking lot was empty, not a surprise though considering how late it was. 11:24pm

It didn't take either of you long to find his car, a bright red land Rover parked in the middle of the deserted lot. The keys jingled in his hand as he pressed the unlock button of the key fob.

You both climbed into your respective seats. You, the passenger, and he the driver.

Once you were both buckled he pressed the start button next to the steering wheel, he wasn't even able to put the car in drive before you called his name.

"Hey... Kiri.."You voice was small, barely audible.

"Yeah, what's up? You okay Y/N?"

He sat in silence, butterflies in his stomach as he waited for you to finish what you were saying.

You looked towards him, your E/C eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, leaving the redhead speechless.

And you leaned towards him, tilting your head to the side until your lips finally met.

Kirishima's heart was doing flips, had you really chose him? Was he wrong the whole time? Did you actually like him instead of-

"Bakugou~" You moaned into the kiss.

His heart shattered right then and there.

It wasn't him, of course. It never was, nor was it ever going to be.

Once again you had gotten his hopes up, and brought them down. But this time it stung, because you didn't want to kiss him, you wanted to kiss Bakugou.

He pulled away from you, a deep ache in his heart.

'Real sweet but I wish you were sober' He thought as he put the car in drive, knowing that once you wake up tomorrow you won't even be able to remember the kiss.

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Can you write a one-shot were the reader is mike wheeler’s twin sister and she gets nightmares after the battle of starcourt so one night she goes to mike’s room in the middle of the night to wake him up because she’s so scare and she doesn’t want to deal with her nightmares on her own? Tysm ❤️

Read here hehe

Also I changed it slightly

┄ PLAY THIS WHEN I'M GONE

➳ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: f!reader, angst, mentions of suicide, characters are aged up, written in Izuku's pov

— word count: 0.8k

Inspired by: Play This When I'm Gone by Machine Gun Kelly

My body felt numb as I sat at the table, a pen and a piece of paper in front of me.

For ten minutes I've been sitting at the table trying to find the right words to use, the words that would tell anyone who reads them why I died.

I'm writing you this message just so I can say that I love you I had to let you know that everything about me was you

With a heavy heart I finally gathered the courage to pick the pen up and start what felt like he hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Dear Y/N,

I just want to tell you that i love you with every fiber in my being, and I always will no matter what.

But I can no longer go on like this, nothing I do anymore feels right and I can't seem to justify any of my actions anymore. But I need you to know that you have given me the greatest possible happiness.

I think it's time for me to leave but I'll never leave you I just looked at your pictures so the last thing I did was see you

You ought to know, you were my best friend. You were. I know you loved me. I loved you. No one should have gone through what we went through, but we did. And it kills me whenever I think about it.

I know you’ll miss me, but don’t. I am the lowest being that there’ll ever be; you should live your life without me. I promise you’ll be able to move on. I’ll be in your heart always. no matter what.

I'm twenty-nine, my anxiety's eating me alive I'm fighting with myself and my sobriety every night And last time I couldn't barely open up my eyes, I apologize

I'm leaving you. I hope in the next life I will have a better childhood, parents, and friends. I hope the next life is better than this life, I hope it's not as sad as this life.

I wish that I would have gotten the help I needed. I wish I was able to open up and be able to cry. I wish the world was fair. But It's not. And I'm sorry. I hope you can understand why I'm leaving, though it may take a while.

I'm not gonna lie and tell you it's alright, it's alright You're gonna cry and, baby, that's alright, it's alright

I'm sorry for the pain I'm going to put you through. It's my fault your going to be sad now.

I'm not going to try and tell you to move on like I should, because I don't want you to. I know it sounds selfish, but even though I'm leaving, I don't want you to forget about me.

It would be easier to tell you that my death is no big deal, and that you'll be okay, but you know I hate lying to you.

You're gonna cry and, baby, that's alright, it's alright

I don't want you to hate me for what is already done, and I don't want you to cry, but I know you will.

I wanted to stay with you forever, I wanted you to be my forever. But fate had other plans for us.

I hope you get to go to all the places that I showed you When I was on the road and couldn't be home to hold you

I know I wasn't always there for you when you needed me to be. And for that I'm sorry.

I tried to make good things in my life and all of that is a fucking mistake, I cant even look people in the eyes anymore, I have lost confidence in myself.

Part of me doesn't want this cruel world to know you So just try and keep in mind everything that I told you

I know when you think about how I went, you'll get it. I was always uneasy about being alive. The idea of being dead makes me feel clear. When I think of it. It makes me think peace.

There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think 'it will be okay if it can just be like this forever' but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.

I'm twenty-nine and society's eating me alive I'm fighting what comes this notoriety every night This is the last time I'll ever open up my eyes, I apologize

This letter will be the last time you ever hear from me, but I don't believe that this is truly the end for us. I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there.

I'll wait as long as it takes.

And I'll miss you

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