#I feel like Dabi’s the automatic answer

[sentientsliotar]

I’ve given some of my thoughts in the tags, but I’m honestly not sure so I want to see what other bnha fans think

And also the opinions of random people who’ve never read/watched bnha but wanted to vote based on memes

I still want to know

Gone.

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Touya x Reader Word Count: 1.4k

!!: angst

A/N: this started out when I realized I didn’t write anything for Dabi’s birthday and then saw /tartaufraiz’s art on twitter and my brain took off with it. It wasn’t supposed to be this much angst, but I started listening to Logical (Olivia Rodrigo) and uh. Here we are. Just kind of wrote with this one, hopefully everything's in order and makes sense.

Your ex shows up the day after his birthday.

Punching in the code to your apartment, the front door to the building swings open with a creak. You pull your scarf down from your cheeks and let the semi-warm air heat them up. Giving your boots a good couple stomps to get rid of the snow and ice built up underneath, you head over to the elevator. 

You shuffle your grocery bags around and hit the button, sighing as you regain feeling in your face and fingers from the cold.

“You’re late,” a voice you had hoped to never hear again rings out to your right. Closing your eyes you pray that when you turn no one will be there. Deep breath in. Hold. And out.

Ding.

Metal doors in front of you slide open. You should get on – spam the door close button. Ignore what should be a voice in your head. Ignore the way your heart beat a little faster. 

But you can’t.

The elevator closes.

You turn to the stairs. Slow down. The little voice in your head warns you that you’re not ready to see him; you need to prepare yourself – put your walls up again. Turn faster, idiot. An even louder voice in your head screams at you. Consequences be damned, you need to see him.

When your eyes land on him, built up exhilaration clashes with years of pent up and pushed down sadness. White hair partially covers eyes that stole your heart and years of your life. His dark blue windbreaker won’t do much to keep the cold out, but then again, he always ran warm when you dated. He takes a deep drag of his cigarette before standing.

Your words are automatic. How many times had the two of you fought about lost security deposits because of smoke damage? “You can’t smoke in here.”

He arches an eyebrow but stubs the cigarette out on the stairs. “That’s the first thing you say to me?”

You sigh. “Touya, what’re you doing here?”

He shrugs and meanders over to you. Standing side by side he hits the elevator call button. “You didn’t wish me a happy birthday.”

“And?”

“Wanted to make sure you weren’t dead or something.”

“Could’ve been a text.”

He scoffs. “You’d’ve answered?”

Ding.

You get in the elevator and Touya follows. He pushes your floor before you can. It takes off with a slight jolt. Mechanical whirring fills an ever-growing tense silence. Questions and arguments you’ve wanted to have with him swirl around your mind.

In a desperate attempt to break the unbearable tension, you blurt the first thing that comes to your mind. “I thought you’d be busy in some other woman’s bed right now.”

Smooth. 

So fucking smooth.

He lets out a short bark of a laugh. “That was yesterday. Ya know, on my actual birthday.”

The elevator shudders to a stop and you leave first. Touya trails behind you silently like a shadow.

You finally ask what he’s doing here when your keys are in the door.

“Guess I missed hearing from you,” he says and leans against the wall.

“We broke up years ago.” The tang of bitterness in your voice betrays the calm demeanor you hope you’ve been projecting.

“And?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

He nods at your almost unlocked door. “Are you going to invite me in? Or do your neighbors get a front row seat to whatever you got to say to me?”

You bite your tongue but turn the key, opening the door for him. With a grand sweep of your arm, you wave him in. The subtle scent of his cologne washes over you as he passes. 

Still the same scent he wore when we were together.

You plop the grocery bags on the counter and shuck your winter coat and scarf. When you return from hanging them up near the front door, you see him quietly unpacking your bags.

It’s a domesticity you rarely got from him before. When you were together you would’ve asked him for help unloading the groceries and gotten into an argument about it which would lead to another fight about splitting chores evenly as well as how money was spent. 

But here he is, your ex, in your kitchen putting food he’s not going to eat away without being asked and without complaint.

Folding the bags neatly, he opens the fridge and stops. From the entrance to the kitchen you can see something in his eyes. A myriad of emotions pass over his face – his brows pushing together. A question on the tip of his tongue. Lids lowering as he thinks. A slight frown. An unhappy sigh.

You know what he saw. And you have no excuse for it.

Should’ve kicked him out when I had the chance. 

Touya pulls out a small cake. It could fit in the palm of his hand. Pearly white frosting adorned with a single glazed strawberry. 

A habit you never cared to break. 

An accidental annual purchase.

A birthday cake. 

A secret now out in the open. 

“It’s-

“A habit,” you interrupt. “A bad one.”

“So you do think of me.”

The Touya you dated your first year of college would’ve been pleased — strutted around like a peacock and teased you a little. Not enough for you to get mad, but enough to start riling you up. But this one, the man in front of you now… you can’t quite put your finger on it. Is it a spark of hope in his eye? Maybe a quiet determination as he figures out where you stand? Or is it sorrow as he reminisces about the past?

Regardless, you can’t lie. Not to him. “Of course I do.”

“You miss me.” It’s not a question but rather a statement, and it pierces through the shoddy walls you surround yourself with. “Say it.”

You jerk your head up to find his eyes locked on you. “What?”

“You heard me. Say it. That you miss me.” His voice is rough, and the cake… that stupid little cake still sits in the palm of his hand. 

“I do. I miss you.” If he looked closely, he’d find traces of himself hidden in plain sight. A coat in your closet. A book on your nightstand. A lighter next to your candles. “And what about you?”

It’s the first time all night you’ve seen him hesitate. “We could try again.”

“We didn’t work Touya,” you smile sadly. “Maybe in another life we could’ve been happy, but not this one. It’s too late.”

Too much was said and we can’t take it back.

He sets the cake on the counter amidst your forgotten groceries and opens cupboards until he finds what he’s looking for. Taking a single candle, he gently places it next to the strawberry and lights it. 

“Make a wish,” you murmur.

A smirk ghosts across his lips. “I always wish for the same thing.” He bends so he’s level with the candle. The warm flame illuminates the contours of his face and reflects off the piercings he’s accumulated over the years. With a quick gust, the candle goes out leaving a wispy trail of smoke behind. You both stare at it. 

In the past, you would’ve hugged him and peppered him with kisses – asked him what he wished for and then told him not to tell you or it wouldn’t come true. He would’ve kissed your forehead and told you that superstition was stupid. But that was then and this is now.  

Uncomfortable familiarity settles around you like a wet blanket. You cross your arms over your chest. 

“You should go,” you whisper. Or else one of us will do something we both regret. You take a risk and flick your eyes up to his. Your pain is reflected in his gaze.

“Answer your damn texts next time.”

“Maybe,” you shrug. That would require unblocking his number.

He mimics your shrug. “Then maybe I’ll be around again.”

“Goodbye, Touya,” you roll your eyes and let out a little laugh.

He approaches you like you would a wounded animal. Carefully. Tenderly. Reaching out slowly so that it can run away if it wants to. But you stay there and let his hand find your waist, a familiar warmth spreading under his contact. His other hand cups your cheek, and ever so slowly, he leans in. 

You meet him halfway for a chaste kiss. He doesn’t push for more, knowing he’s pressing his luck as it is.

And as soon as it starts, it’s over. His thumb brushes your cheek one last time before he pulls away.

“Until next time.”

“Goodbye, Touya.” 

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[xkaidaxxxx]

Villain's love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: scolding, torture, pain, betrayal, heartache.

no proof read. Will be a part 2!

“You’re a disgrace to us heroes. How could you stoop so low and fall in love with a villain, and who is the right hand man of the leader of the LOV!” Midnight yelled. Mr.Aizawa, a.k.a your father called you to the principal's office. At first you thought it was about the fact you skipped school for 3 days while he was gone for hero duties. The big 3 are your best friends and they would beg you to attend class and you refused.  “ What have you told him?” Principal Nezu asked sternly. All you could do is cry and grip your father’s shirt. “ I haven’t said anything and I don’t plan to.” you replied. “ How did you meet him? How do you even talk to him? These past couple days have you been with him?” Midnight asked so many questions it was overwhelming you. Aizawa gave a dirty look at her signaling to leave his daughter alone. “ I was walking out at night in the city because I needed to clear my mind and I wanted to be alone… There was a group of men… They tried raping me..they tore my clothes off…then Dabi beat them and burned them alive… He tossed his jacket to me due to my torn clothing… I knew he’s a villain..that he’s in the League of Villain. I was terrified and he saved me. I thanked him. He walked me back to campus..he stayed across the street hidden just in case. After about a week later we bumped into each other and we just talked..we set up a day and time to meet up. I needed to give his jacket back… we spent the whole saturday hanging out..No villain shit to be clear. From there we just met up multiple times…We’ve been together for 6 months.” You replied crying. The teachers stayed silent. They felt bad about what could’ve happened to you. “ We can’t trust her..I’m sorry Aizawa but we have to report her to the authorities.” Principal Nezu said. “Are you kidding me? This is my daughter! She’d never do such a thing! She’d never betray UA. If she did, the LOV would’ve made a move long ago.” your dad defended you keeping you close to him if he had to fight. 

“ We can’t automatically accuse her of being a traitor without any proof. We can bring in a doctor to give her a lie detector test. His tests are a bit more painful.” All might, said. “I’ll do it. I’d never do anything to hurt people.” you replied. Little did you know it would be painful on the next level. 

You were taken to a room and a man started strapping you down to a table. Cables were being attached around your body. You were scared and confused. You looked at the large glass mirror knowing everyone was on the other side listening and watching. You whimpered as a doctor injected a large amount of a clear liquid in your neck. “ What the hell did he inject?” Aizawa asked. “He’s not only checking her heart rate and her brain but also forcing the truth out of her. The serum is the very painful part. If she lies it will torture the truth out of her and if that doesnt work they have other ways apparently.” a nurse replied to him starting the recording.

 “I’m going to ask you simple questions and If you don’t want to feel like you're being stabbed or shot continuously you will answer.” the doctor said looking over at your vital signs. “ Are you Y/n Aizawa?” He asked, “ Yes, I am Y/n Aizawa.” “ How old are you?” he asked. “ I’m 18 turning 19.” you replied scared of what crazy he will eventually ask. “ Your heart rate is up a bit. Are you hiding something?” He asked, writing something down on his tablet. “ No.” You lied and suddenly felt pain through your body. “Tell me the truth,” he ordered. Your body twitched. “ Yes! I am hiding something. I’m scared about all of this.” you said as sighed in relief. “Mhm see how easy that is. “ Who is the villain you fell in love with?” he continued with his questions. You started crying. “ I’m in love with Dabi.” you replied. “ You’re crying? Are you sure? Is he forcing you  to say that?” he asked, looking at the high tech monitors. “ I am sure. I’m in love with him. He isn’t forcing me to say anything.” you replied knowing this will lead to you being tortured. “ How did you meet him? In detail.” the doctor said. “ I walked alone in the city at night. There was a group of men who grabbed me and took me into a dark alleyway… I tried my best to get them off me… They called me dirty things..like I’m a slut..and whore..that I would be a good treat to them.. They tore my clothes off and their hands roamed my body. Dabi showed up throwing them off me..he took his coat off and covered me..then proceeded to beat them up..he burned them alive. He walked me back to campus making sure we were unseen by anyone. He stayed across the street from campus hidden, making sure I got inside safely. I thanked him for saving me and said goodnight. ” you replied crying. Hating to remember how the men tried raping you. Take your innocence away. “ Did you meet him again after that encounter?” he asked. You nodded yes. “ We bumped into each other a week later after the incident.” you replied. You saw two nurses walk inside with a weird machine. “ Where did you see him again and what was done?” He asked, signaling the nurses to start setting up something. “I saw him by the park…it was around 6am. I was out to do basic errands for myself. We ended up spending the entire day together. No villain activities were done.” you replied. “ What were your errands for that day? Were you planning to do more that day? How did no one recognize him? What activities were done?” he asked. “I needed to get to the store to buy snacks, a heating pad and some pads. I got my monthly period. I was planning to do more. Just watch movies, play video games and eat junk food. No one recognized him. He was wearing a hoodie and he had a face mask to hide his burned face. I saw Tamaki and asked him to take my things to the dorms. After that Dabi and I talked for hours and played some stupid games.It was fun” you replied smiling. 

The questions went on and on. Then the difficult ones came up. 

“ Have you met any of the other villains?” he asked. You refused to answer because you didn’t want your father to hate you. Your body shook and twitched. Your body moved so much, the straps held you down. “ They’re hurting her! Give her a break!” Aizawa yelled, grabbing a nurse's collar. “ Stop, she agreed to this.” All might, said. He did feel bad. “ Give her another one.” the doctor said. You felt a prick. Another dosage of the truth serum. You screamed in pain. “Yes! I have!! Shigaraki, Toga, Twice and Kai!” you yelled. You cried and cried. “Has any of them asked you for information or threatened you?” you couldn’t handle it. You needed a break. You were overstimulated. “ Y-Yes!!! Toga. She asked for Ua intel on what we have planned. She threatened me.” you replied. “What did she say she’d do?” the doctor said. You couldn’t say what she said to you. “ She’d kill me.” you lied. You cried out in excruciating pain. “If you don’t answer our questions we won’t inject more serum. We’ll just use the old way. Electricity doesn’t seem nicer.” he said. “She said she’d kill my papa! She’d give him a slow and painful death !I don’t want him to hate me if he gets hurt! I can’t let him get hurt! I don’t want him to hate me! My dad is everything I have!”you cried loudly,trying to relax. Failing at it. “ Did you give them any information?” he asked. “No. After that Dabi told Shigaraki to not let anyone lay a finger on me. To keep me out of it. Since then I’ve been safe. He takes great care of me.” you replied breathing heavily. “Why do you think he takes care of you?” you looked at the doctor in rage. “He saved me from two horrible situations and maybe more after this! You and other heroes only care about the greater good!” you yelled trying to get out of the grip of the straps. “You’re talking like a villain alright. What makes you think that? Are you planning to betray the heroes? You’re father?” he asked, taunting you. You fell into it. “ Heroes would sacrifice someone for the greater good. It could be a loved one..a friend..or a civilian. It sucks to know that you don’t matter as much as you think you do to them. At the end of the day they will more than likely sacrifice you…a villain would burn the world to save someone..a loved one and random person who needs help. Dabi knew I was eraserheads daughter. A hero in training and even then he stepped in. He saved me. He’s done so much for me in 6 months. I know every one who knows about him and I highly disagree but it's the truth. I know my dad would never give me up. He’d protect me in the end regardless if he’s a hero or not. He’s the best dad ever. Better together. I’m lucky to still have him even after I caused all this mess. ” you replied. “Him doing so much is the truth and you have a strong bond with your father, you're not in any pain. You are very lucky and privileged” the doctor agreed. You were asked more questions and they let you go 2 hours later. Your dad and All might make sure to take you to the hospital. You stayed there for about 2 weeks. Missing Dabi like crazy.

Your quirk is an amazing one. Very strong. You hold multiple quirks and can create new ones. You were scared. Having to control multiple quirks was difficult as a child. Most parents would keep their children away from society. Your dad didn’t. He sent you to daycare, elementary school, middle school and now High school. To him you grew up fast. He loves and cares for you, his daughter. He’s so proud of the woman you’ve become regardless of who you are in love with. Yes it’s crazy but you found kindness and love within Dabi and the other Villains they just were treated horribly in their past and had no one to help them. They had to fend for themselves. They lost it along the way.

You communicating with Dabi was not through anything cellular. It was through handwritten letters. You managed to buy a bird through the black market. He gets the job done in delivery and fast.

As soon as you were discharged from the hospital and back to your dorm you fed the little fella and started writing.

Dear Dabi,

The heroes found out about us and I don’t know who and how someone saw us together. Don’t worry since I don’t have any info on you guys besides Toga threatening me, you’re all fine.They tortured me badly. They asked how I met you and it was hard to tell them what had happened. It was terribly excruciating pain. All I thought about was trying to relax, being honest and needing you.

I was at the hospital for 2 weeks. I miss you a lot. We should meet up soon. Actually they’re probably going to escort me when I need to go into the city so after awhile.

How are you? Has anything come up? Are you safe? No cough or cold? No fever? Are your friends being nice, if not let them know even if you need to scare them.

I love you very much. Please stay safe. Keep the the love of fire within you ( you’re telling him to get a new hide out or move to a different one.) Keep in touch if you can.

Love you very much. I’ll respond every 3 days after I receive your letter okay so no need to worry if I’m okay.

Much love, Haru

(both agreed on your code name being Haru after all you met in clear weather and since then you felt love and joy.)

Pt.2 will come.

[imagineanime2022]

S/O With Powers Like Raven

Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader, Shoto Todoroki X Reader, Hitoshi Shinso X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader, Dabi X Reader,

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I had this cute little ideas stuck in my head and I thought it was a really cute What if Tokoyami, Shoto, Shinsou, Hawks Dabi and Shigaraki had an S/O who’s quirk similar to Raven’s powers from original teen titans and I know, for a fact that TokoYami would fall harder in love than the others😂 I also did a story about it to if you want to go check it out sometime but I just thought it was cute. BTW, you did an amazing job with that Danny Phantom story😁 AND What if the class 1A students have an S/O who quirk is the same powers as Raven from “Teen Titans” (the original version)

Warnings: Bullying, Bad parenting, injury, any others let me know

Fumikage Tokoyami

🌙 You both sensed the other's energy from the moment that you walked into the classroom, well you kind of just appeared and he registered the change in the room. 🌙 You seemed to automatically stay away from people, you avoided talking to people or getting too close to them. 🌙 It wasn’t his excitement that felt from across the room, but Dark Shadow’s the demon took a liking to you the moment that she saw you so you had to address that because it was slightly distracting. 🌙 You were both fast friends but he fell for you the first time that he saw you interact with Dark Shadow when the villain attacked the training camp.

The moment that the villains made themselves known, you worried about the class mates that had already been sent out into the forest but honestly you were more worried about Tokoyami after having spoken about your powers, you knew that the darkness was going to make controlling Dark Shadow difficult. You took about 2 seconds to locate him and then teleport to where he was, you found him hands pressed to his head as he tried to contain Dark Shadow. “Tokoyami!” You called as you fell to your knees in front of him. “What are…you doing…here?” He asked as he managed to look up at you. “I came looking for you, I knew that Dark Shadow would be hard to control.” You explained. “You have to go, she’ll hurt you.” He reached forward trying to push you towards the trees. “She wouldn’t hurt me, I can help, trust me.” You pleaded, he doubled over again seemingly trying to contain the power that Dark Shadow harboured. You didn’t get a verbal answer from Tokoyami but you continued anyway. The moment that your power activated Dark Shadow seemed to focus on you. “Hey Shadow, I know that you feel a lot of power right now but you're hurting Tokoyami, you don’t want to do that do you?” “I don’t mean to.” Dark Shadow answered and you nodded as you lifted your hands drawing her closer to you, when her head finally rested in yours you started to slowly calm the rampaging emotions for both of them. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry, we’re okay now… All we need to do is find our way back now okay?” You asked. “Thank you.” Tokoyami said softly and you looked at him and smiled. “Of course.” You nodded, taking his hand and pulling him over with you.

🌙 From here on you both became very close, you were never seen far apart and you worked together well, with your ability to control and enhance the shadows and by extension Dark Shadow you became a formidable team. 🌙 It didn’t take long for you both to realise that the feelings you had extended past friendship. 🌙 Tokoyami fell hard for you, he made sure that you were safe and happy no matter the condition that he might be in. Kissing was out of the question given his beak, you pressed kisses to his cheeks and hands but he often showed affection by nuzzling you or running his hands through your hair instead. 🌙 You spent a lot of time together and it was usually in yours or his room at the dorm.

It had been a long day for both of you, you weren’t sure that you wanted to sit in the common room with the rest of your friends so you made your way to Tokoyami’s room which was closer than yours, you fell face first on his bed, he didn’t seem to be there yet so you closed your eyes for a moment hoping to get some rest before he got back.

When you opened your eyes again Dark Shadow was fliting around the room as Tokoyami sat at his desk. He seemed to be doing homework that you didn’t care to entertain at the moment. “You didn’t wake me.” You mumbled. “You seemed tired today, it’s better that you rested, you can go back to sleep, I’ll wake you when it’s time to eat.” He said as he turned to look at you, you shook your head sitting up and rubbing at your eyes. Tokoyami walked over to you sitting on the bed, you moved over and rested your head on his thigh. “What were you doing?” You asked. “Maths homework.” He answered as his hands started to run through your hair, Dark Shadow settled in a smaller form on your chest as you gently ran your hand over the entity. “Mm.” You hummed as your eyes started to close again, he knew that you were still tired and it wouldn’t take much to send you back to sleep, your rooms were very similar so you had already admitted that your felt safe enough to sleep there, but as he run his fingers through your hair he could see your face relaxing and he realised that he would do anything for you to always have this look on your face and you became a new reason for him to become a hero, to make a world where he could see you smile and relax this way all the time.

Shoto Todoroki

🔥 You and Shoto barely acknowledged each other at the start of the school year, you both had your goals and would stop at nothing to achieve them. 🔥 You guys got closer after the sports festival, after finding out that you both had Daddy issues that you needed to solve, you didn’t really need to talk when in each other's presence. 🔥 Shoto was super curious about your quirk, he’d never really seen anything like it, you were in some way able to mute most quirks that you came into contact with and despite the fact that it came from your father you weren’t afraid of using it. 🔥 The first time that he saw your father was during the Stain incident, while Iida, Midoriya and himself were dealing with Stain. You were dealing with your father.

“You really think that you can be a hero!?” Your father asked as you dodged yet another attack of pure energy. “You don’t know what I can do.” You glared at him but he was quick this time and the next attack that he sent out hit you, you fell over the side of the building that you had been fighting on, you couldn’t catch yourself before hitting the ground, you laid there dazed for a second before you rolled to the side avoiding yet another attack from your father. “(H/N)!” Your head turned to where Shoto was standing with Midoriya and Iida. “What are you doing here!?” You asked as you kept your eyes on your father. “Those are kids from your class?” He asked “well then shall I get rid of the distraction.” He lifted his hands towards them, you didn’t think twice about creating a shield in front of them but it left you vulnerable to another attack, which it seemed your dad had counted on, you saw the blast of energy and almost felt it before the ice came up around you protecting you, it was then that you all heard the pros that had been looking for the others heading down into the alley way, you stepped into the shadows and portaled out near Shoto and the others. “Are you guys okay?” You asked. “We’re fine, what about you?” Shoto asked. “I’m fine thanks to you.” You smiled. “Who was that?” Shoto asked. “That’s my Dad.” You answered as you looked at where he had been. “That’s your Dad?” Shoto asked. “Yeah I told you we both had family issues.” You nodded and he looked down the alley at Endeavour running towards them all and he thought for a second that at least his Dad cared about his safety.

🔥 You and Shoto were very much traumatised children so he recognised boundaries that you never really talked about but they were there. 🔥 You were part of the reason that he decided to try and repair his relationship with his Dad. 🔥 Stood with you no matter what you said or decided, you guys were a power couple without the couple part, you were both a little oblivious to the fact for a little while. 🔥 That is until you met his siblings, who loved you by the way.

“So Mum was asking when you're going to bring your partner to see her.” Natsuo teased, they had never seen Shoto shocked or caught off guard but the moment that he started choking Fiyumi leaned forward to pat his back Fuyumi leaned forward to pat his back and help to stop the coughing. “Natsuo you could have phrased that differently.” Fuyumi muttered as she handed him some water. “Mum just said that she was curious about the friend that you write about all the time is all.” “She did?” Shoto asked. “Have you told (Y/N) about Mum?” Natsuo asked. “Mmm, we talked about it.” He answered. “We’ve talked about our family a lot.” “You have?” Fuyumi asked. “Yeah, they said that they wished she had a brother and sister like you guys, they’ve been alone since their mum died so…” Shoto trailed off as his phone vibrated. His siblings watched as he picked up the phone and smiled, answering the text message immediately. “You should really think about that partner thing, you seem happier when you're with them almost like our Dad didn’t take everything from you.” Natsuo said as he stood from the table and carried his bowl to the sink where he washed it and then left to get on with the rest of his day. “Wait!” Shoto called out “how would I know that I like them?” “Well I mean I’ve seen you with them, you care about them right? You want to protect them from anything that might hurt them.” Natsuo shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “You also want to give them anything that they might want right? That’s why you introduced them to us, to a family.” Fuyumi added, Shoto bit down on his lip as he looked down at his Soba, they were right but did that mean that he liked you and if it did? What about you? Did you like him? “Shoto this is something that you have to talk to them about, knowing how they feel is important too.”

That was how Shoto found himself sitting in the small apartment that you called yours “something is bothering you, it has been since you got here.” You said as you looked at him “what's going on?” “I was talking to Natsuo and Fuyumi this morning and they said something.” He started explaining, you nodded to signal that you were listening without interrupting him. “Well we were talking about you, they said that my Mum wants to meet you since I write about you a lot when I send her letters.” “If that’s what you are worried about then I’d be happy to see your Mum.” You said. “No that’s not it… Well not all of it.” He said “there was something else, Natsuo called you my partner.” “Is that bad?” You asked. “I had to ask him what he meant but when he explained it to me, I realised that everything that he said was true for me… But then Fuyumi said that this isn’t something I can decide on my own, what you think is important, so I guess I wanted to know what you thought.” Shoto explained he gripped his trouser legs tightly as he waited for you to speak. “You know I told myself for the longest time that you couldn’t want me and that if my feelings for you were that strong that I should let you find someone better for you.” You explained. “What!?” He asked. “I don’t want someone else!” “I know that now… but that was hard to tell before.” You shrugged. “So the way I feel is the same as you and I wouldn’t have a problem with being your partner if you think that I’m good enough.” “You're more than enough.” He nodded. “As are you.” You said softly, pressing a shy kiss to his cheek.

Hitoshi Shinso

🧠 Hitoshi didn’t actually take much note of you for the first couple of days, actually the first time that he ever really took note of you was when people started badgering you about your quirk. 🧠 He noticed that you didn’t seem to want to talk about it, at first he thought that you were quirkless but realised that for you to be in the same class as him you had to have some kind of quirk so he then decided that you had to be ashamed of it for some reason. 🧠 He never asked you about your quirk, you were paired together for school projects and quickly learned that you liked the same things and understood each other's boundaries well enough without having to spell them out. 🧠 The first time that Shinso saw your quirk it was out of control, he had walked into the room after realising that you were late for lunch.

Shinso walked into the classroom that he was sure you last lesson before lunch was, his eyes found you first with your hands over your head as you cried, his eyes moved around the room where it seemed that shadows reached out to grab three girls who must have been in the room with you “(Y/N).” Shinso called out to you and sighed when you looked up at him but your eyes widened. “You have to leave, I can’t stop them… You’ll get hurt.” You muttered “they’re right I shouldn’t be here, I should be locked up somewhere.” Shinso felt the flare in your quirk as the shadows darkened and tightened around the girls. “They said that?” He asked, stepping forward. “No! Don’t do that!?” You pleaded, the shadows receded from the girls and they all fell to the ground. “Go.” He ordered as you curled in on yourself, you hands pressing to your head, you were mumbling to yourself, he hated seeing you like this. If he had been here instead of training with Aizawa this wouldn’t have happened.

Aizawa! He could help but he didn’t know how he was going to get a message to him, he was in the process of figuring it out when someone called his name “Shinso, you know them?” He looked over at the entrance to the classroom and saw that Aizawa was standing there with Present Mic and Midnight. It seemed that someone must have told them about what was happening over here and they rushed over. “They’re my friend, their names (Y/N), those girls were teasing them. I think it caused her to lose control of their quirk.” Shinso explained. “Not completely.” Midnight muttered as she directed Aizawa’s eyes to Shinso’s feet where the shadows circled him but didn’t dare touch him. “Mmm.” Aizawa hummed as his attention turned to you and nullified your quirk, Shinso moved quickly crouching in front of you. “Are you okay?” He asked, he didn’t get an answer but he could feel you shaking and your breathing was out of control. “(Y/N), look at me.” When you looked up he repeated his question. “I don-'' You stopped a blank expression across your face as you looked at him. “Calm down.” He ordered, he watched as your breathing went back to normal and only then did he let control go, he waited for you to be angry at him or push him away but instead you launched forward wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you.” You breathed and he stayed stock still for a moment before his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. “Anything for you.” He answered.

🧠 From there on Aizawa insisted that you train with him and Shinso if only to learn control of quirk so you don’t have to be afraid of it. 🧠 You watch Shinso grow and become stronger and you wonder if he was always going to think of you as a friend or just a burden. 🧠 You started pulling away after that, it was getting to the time where Shinso would show his quirk to the rest of the hero course and then he’d be leaving you, you know that he’ll get on the hero course no problem, he’ll make new friends and leave you alone. 🧠 Shinso noticed the moment that you stopped coming to the training with him and Aizawa, you didn’t answer any messages and seemed to be actively avoiding him, that is until you couldn’t anymore.

Shinso showed up at the classroom earlier than you had expected, he waited for all of the other students to filter out, he realised after a while that you had been eating your lunch in your classroom so you didn’t have to see him so when he was sure that you were on your own he walked into the room closing the door behind him. You looked like you were ready to run but your body was frozen. It was then that he realised that you weren’t avoiding him because you wanted to. “Where have you been?” He asked. “I’ve been here.” You answered “always here.” “You stopped coming to training.” He stated, as he pulled the chair out from in front of you and sat down. “I didn’t want to hold you back.” You mumbled but your eyes moved from him and he knew that he was getting to the bottom of the issue. “Hold me back?” He asked “you aren’t doing that and we both know that.” “Mm.” You hummed as if you weren’t actually listening to him. “There’s something that you're not telling me.” He accused and you looked at him now, he saw a number of different emotions flash across your face before you finally spoke “I’m just getting used to not having you around.” You finally said and he leaned forward taking your chin in his hand and directing your gaze to him. “What do you mean?” He asked. “You’ll be moving to the hero course and I’ll have to get on without you.” You explained. “We don’t know that I’m going to be on the hero course.” He argued, it was your turn to give him a look of disbelief “look it doesn’t matter because me being on the hero course won’t change anything.” “It changes everything!” You argued. “You won’t be here, you’ll make new friends, better friends and then you won’t need me anymore.” “Your overthinking everything again-” “Overthinking!? Shinso you're an amazing person there’s no way that you're not going to make friends, hell you made friends after the sports festival right!?” Shinso knew that he needed to do something to get you to calm down and listen to him so with his grip still on your chin he leaned in quickly connecting your lips and effectively stopping you from talking, it took a little while for you to kiss him back but just as you were relaxing into the kiss he pulled back. “I told you overthinking, we might not be in the same classes anymore but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to forget about you, that’s the hardest thing for me to do.” He explained. “You’ll be my first and highest priority no matter what.”

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo had heard of you before, people talked about your work as a hero all the time but he had never seen you around, he wondered how you could do all this work without ever running into him. 🪶 Turned out that you worked on opposite shifts, he kept everyone safe during the day and you kept everyone safe overnight, that answered a lot of his questions. 🪶 He liked your look, your hero name, even saw some of the footage from your arrests and your quirk was interesting too. Some would say that he was kind of a fan, 🪶 Keigo actually cast you out of his mind assuming that you were never going to work together, he couldn’t have been more wrong though.

Keigo didn’t know who he was supposed to be working with but it had to be someone worth his time considering The Commission never really asked him to complete missions with the other pro heroes. It was late into the evening when he found himself balancing on the ledge of the building waiting for the hero that was supposed to meet with him. He didn’t hear them until they were standing right next to him “Oh it’s you.” He said as he looked at you “you're the one that I’m working with. Can’t say I’m disappointed.” “I didn’t know you knew who I was, mighty No.2.” You said as you gave a sarcastic bow. “No need for that.” He waved you off “they said that you’d tell me what’s going on.” “Mm.” You hummed. “There’s a group of smugglers, they smuggle everything from weapons to people. I've foiled a good number of their plans and taken down their branches but I can’t seem to take down the core of their operation.” “They’re slippery then?” He asked. “No, the core branches operate during the day, my quirk is pretty useless when there's no shadows around.” You explained as the shadows circled around your wrists “I can’t move as quickly or as stealthily so my agency asked the commission for a team up since you're the only hero fast enough to keep up with me at the moment, you know without drawing attention.” “Endeavour is a little flashing in the dark.” Hawks laughed and you rolled your eyes. “Not to mention difficult to work with, his quirk basically nullifies mine with how bright he is.” You shrugged. “First things first we need to get here, I’ll meet you there.” You informed him and he nodded. “Do you need a lift?” He asked. “No, I'm good.” You answered as you stepped over the ledge disappearing into the shadows below you both, he smirked as he glanced at the location one more time before flying high above the clouds he was going to enjoy working with you.

🪶 You guys became close friends after working together on that mission, the success only made you both more popular and you were probably the only person that Keigo could call a real friend. 🪶 You often woke up to him in your house, you started leaving the window open for him, he then started showing up when you were out on patrol and you would come home and find him on the sofa, you don’t know when it started but you always pressed a kiss to the top of his head before shuffling off to sleep for the day. 🪶 He’d often play with your shadows when you gave them the free will to do as they pleased, he was the first person that had not been afraid of the power that you had. 🪶 Neither of you noticed that you had grown closer than friends until you were forced too, you had unfortunately been caught in a fight with Dabi who had targeted you after watching the two of you together.

You groaned as you opened your eyes, your body felt heavier than it ever had before, you looked around, the room was bright, too bright. A hospital room, you couldn’t remember what happened, you know that you were in so much pain that you passed out, you tried to remember more but in the end your eyes slid closed and you gave into unconsciousness.

Keigo sat perched on the roof of a building watching people milling around, he heard someone behind him and he immediately turned one of his feathers poised for attack.

Dabi.

“What are you doing here?” Keigo asked. “I don’t suppose you checked on your little shadow ruler before you came out today?” Dabi asked. “What are you talking about?” Keigo asked. “I ran into them last night, they weren’t moving when we were done… I don’t know if anyone else found them, they might still be lying in that alleyway.” Dabi shrugged. “What did you do?” He asked. “Do you really have time for that, shouldn’t you be looking for them?” Dabi asked, Keigo knew that he should fight Dabi but he couldn’t ignore the fact that you might be hurt somewhere, he at least knew that the League hadn’t taken you based on the way that Dabi spoke about you. Keigo opened his phone ready to call your agency when a notification for a news story popped up.

Breaking News: (H/N) brought to hospital after gruesome fight with Villain Dabi

The hospital you were in was not in the article for obvious reasons but that information was only a phone call away and he had no intention of letting anyone get in the way of finding you and making sure that you were safe.

When you opened your eyes again you recognised the bright red wings “Hawks?” You asked. “Even when you're hurt you're so careful.” He said softly as you reached out for your hands. “Why didn’t you call me when this happened?” He asked. “I’ve hardly been awake, I remember waking for a second but it wasn’t long.” You answered. “Do you know what happened to me?” “You don’t remember?” He asked. “No really.” You answered, “I remember passing out and a whole lot of blue.” “Dabi.” Keigo said. “That makes sense… But if it was only him then.” You reached around unwrapping the bandages as Keigo watched you curiously, when you finally unwrapped your arms, your skin looked completely healed. “You can heal?” He asked. “In certain circumstances I can.” You answered as you flung your legs over the side of the bed however as you turned you realised that Keigo had not moved and instead he seemed to move closer his wings shielding you both from any prying eyes. “Do you know how worried I was?” He asked. “Worried?” You asked. “Dabi found me just to tell me that you were lying somewhere hurt and alone, I didn’t know if I was going to find you.” He said “we were both lucky the Eraserhead was on patrol that night too.” You’d have to thank him later but as your mind wondered Keigo leaned in closer “I realised something.” “Really?” You asked. “Yeah, I realised how hard it would be to live without you, how much I want to be with you every second of every day and how much I really want to do this.” He leaned forward connecting your lips, the kiss was charged and almost messy, he forced himself to pull away “let’s get the doctors to give you the all clear, then we’re going home.” “Sounds good.” You hummed. “You’ll have to come back to my place this time, we don’t know if he knows where you live so for now what’s mine is yours.” Keigo said as he walked out of the door to find a doctor.

Dabi

💀 You and Dabi operated in the same areas and ran into each other a lot, so he had seen you in action and was not surprised that people feared you. Took the time to find out what your name was, where you came from, and anything else worth knowing. 💀 He never really said more than 3 words to you at a time and you never pushed for a conversation, something he was fond of. 💀 You were a formidable force even when faced with someone who could have been far stronger than you were. 💀 He didn’t think of you as much of a team player though so he was surprised when you showed up at the bar to speak to Shigaraki.

“You made it.” Giran cheered. “I distinctly remember you saying this was a team, they all seem to be at each other's throats.” You noted. “Well they’ve just met.” Giran shrugged. “Bodes well.” You mumbled. “Who’s this?” Shigaraki asked as he turned his attention to you. “(V/N) what are you doing here?” Dabi asked. “Probably the same as you.” You answered. “You believe in Stain’s message?” He asked and you shook your head. “Of course not, I couldn’t care less about him, he showed his hand.” You answered waving off the suggestion only stopping a second to use your telekinesis to create a shield as Toga hurtled at you, flinging her to the side when her knife connected with the table you were using as a shield. “So tell Tomura Shigaraki why I should follow you.” “I don’t want to, nor do I have to sell myself to you.” Shigaraki growled out and you shrugged. “Fair enough, until next time Dabi.” You waved before you disappeared. “You just lost one of the strongest pieces on the board.” Dabi muttered as he turned to leave “call me when you know what the plan is.”

Dabi headed back to his apartment, he wasn't sure how long it was going to be before he heard from Shigaraki but he couldn’t care less the only thing that he could think about was you, the way you appeared, ran the show and left. “Didn’t take you for a team player.” He didn't know how you got into his apartment but he wasn’t going to show you that. “I’m not.” He answered as his head lazily rolled towards you “I didn’t think that you paid me much attention.” “Good.” You mumbled as he stood, he walked as if he was going to walk past you changing direction at the last minute and caging you against the wall. “What are you doing here (Y/N)?” He asked, he moved his face closer to yours, trying to draw you out but you just looked up at him and closer still. “Just wanted to know I’m going to have this place all to myself?” You asked. “What and leave you the mysterious little shadow ruler, now why would I do that? There’s still so much I don’t know.” He teased as leaned closer to your ear “so much I dont trust.” “Smart little arsonist.” You smirked before disappearing into the shadows and appearing at the window on the other side of the room. “Until next time, Dabi.”

💀 From there on Dabi paid more attention, you were there all the time, just outside of everyone’s view, everyone except him. 💀 Eventually conversations became easier and your home became his home, at first it was because your place was closer to the bar then his and slowly developed into him wanting to be there because you were there. 💀 You were probably the only person outside of the league of villains that had his number and that regularly contacts. 💀 He kept an eye on news when you both had to be apart for long periods of time to make sure that you were okay and nothing happened to you.

After the issue with the heroes when they kidnapped Bakugo, you hadn’t heard from Dabi, it worried you, so you started staying out longer and travelling farther to try and even catch glimpse of him, you had sent him messages that he wasn’t answering so you assumed that either his phone was broken or lost.

You sighed as you unlocked your door another night with no sign of him, it had actually been 24 hours since you had been home so you were pretty tired that might have been why you didn’t realise that there was someone in your living room “where have you been?” You jumped at the sound of his voice before turning to the sofa where he was sitting with his arms stretched over the back, your eyes widened, he looked like he was okay, you didn’t even think about answering his question instead you moved across the room and wrapped your arms around his neck straddling his waist without even thinking about it. “You're okay…” You breathed, you could feel that he had tensed beneath you, until his arms started moving and they wrapped around your waist. “I’m fine.” He answered, his hand rested on the back of your neck, gently guiding your face back after a while so that he could look at you. “Are you?” “Me? I’m fine.” You answered softly, he gently ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “Why didn’t you answer my texts?” “Lost my phone in the attack.” He answered his voice was low as if he was scared of ruining the moment. “I was worried about you.” You said. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” He smirked and you narrowed your eyes. “We’re not together.” You reminded him and he leaned forward his lips a breath away from yours. “We could be.” He suggested before connecting your lips in a rough kiss, his teeth grazed against your bottom lip, guiding your mouth open for him to take control of the kiss, the hand on your cheek slid to the back of your neck to hold you where he wanted to keep you for a long as possible.

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[dabisbratz]

Okay! Sorry for being a few days late but what I was gonna say was Dabi and a daddy kink.

But not just calling him daddy or anything like that, him literally acting like a dad but really dominate.

Telling you that you’re doing so good at whatever you’re doing, telling you what to do and how to do it, what to wear / making your outfits. EEEEE 😵😵

this will probably come back t’bite me in the future but… yea. this is so good n i literally want this m’about to riot)):

msorry i jus— yea. he makes all the big, hard decisions for you. you jus gotta sit n look pretty for him, flutter your lashes n lean on him at all times!! you’re like the… only constant in his life. you hold him down more than y’know, give him somethin t’focus on n care for. he likes when you look at him for guidance, when someone asks you a question n your eyes immediately dart over to him so he can answer for you. dabi knows what’s best!!!

n it’s so cute, dabi’s this big, scary guy!!! all scarred n pierced, all dark n broodin.. walks around with his hands in his pockets n insults others before they can even introduce themselves. but when he’s with you he’s jus a lil softer, doesn move when you cling to his arm or press your cheek into his shoulder. doesn get all awkward n stiff when you compliment him. as much as you steer him around n absentmindedly chase after whatever it is that’s got that handsome head of yours occupied it’s all him. he’s your daddy, after all. you’re not wanderin off unless he lets you, you’re not goin off on your own unless he’s on the phone with you the whole time.. he treats you like his prince!! his diamond in the rough ♡ !!

as much as the “doll” nickname for dabi kinda annoys me (dollface is right there….), you’re literally his doll!! his boytoy!! n you look cute in anything he steals buys for you, anythin he has made for you. since detnerat made his fav jacket i can see him goin out of his way to get support items made for you as well!! even if you can’t actually use your quirk without his permission… (assumin you’d have one) ugh his raspy voice goin ‘knock it off.’ when you’re doin somethin he doesn approve of, n his strong hands pullin you into his chest so he can whisper praises in your ear if you’re bein good !!! ughughughh mso in love with him.

he doesn let you do any of the heavy liftin. dabi’s pretty lazy himself, he’d much rather do his own thing but when it comes t’you you’re not liftin a finger. you could hurt yourself know!! n then what would that make him?? might sound a lil weird but… look at the vision with me!! he brushes your teeth for you. tickles your sides until you can’t breathe so you’re smilin extra wide, n uses the opportunity to brush your teeth since you’re soooo stubborn about it. he asks if you’ve got everythin before you leave, double checks for you too! taps his scarred cheek for a kiss n purrs when you do it automatically!!!! so cute!!!

his daddy kink ties in perfectly with his corruption kink i feel like!!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

ok so if you don't mind combining some of those prompts, the 'Messy half asleep kisses' one but with the 'Are you wearing Chapstick?' With a focus on Shigadabi, i just keep thinking about how funny and sweet it could be!

Prompt: Messy half asleep kisses + "Are you wearing chapstick?" 

"What do you want for dinner, lizard-lips?" Dabi calls from the kitchen behind the bar into the main room. League is finished up with their latest job, doing their debriefing, and this one paid well enough that the others are going out for a night in the shadier parts of town and to indulge a little. He and Duster are staying to indulge with each other in a pseudo-date night. Dabi's mostly just looking forward to his lover being able to rail him without having to worry about being overheard. 

"Don't call me 'lizard'!" Spinner snaps automatically. 

"I wasn't talking to you, gecko!" He shouts back. "I was talking to the scaly bastard that I kiss on a regular basis." 

"Keep that up and I won't be kissing you at all, firefly." Duster intones dryly as Toga coos at them and Magne snickers. 

"Probably a good thing, shouldn't be putting sandpaper all over my scars." 

"Alright if you two are already starting with the blatant flirting then that's our cue to fucking go." Spinner says, seconded and then contradicted by Twice. Dabi hears them shuffling out and decides that if Duster isn't going to give him an answer then he's just going to make whatever's fast. 

Doesn't take long until it's just him and Shigaraki left, even less time until Duster is coming up behind him, hands curling around his hips. Keeps one finger away from his skin and Dabi tilts his head to the side as his breath trails over his neck. But he doesn't press his mouth against his skin the way he's expecting, the way he wants. He half turns to try and catch his lips, but Tomura shifts again, only manages to press his lips against the edge of his jaw. 

"Duster," 

He hums, "No, you said that sandpaper was bad for your scars." 

"You're so fucking petty." Stubborn too. Because they don't end up having dinner. End up in bed instead and Duster doesn't kiss him even once. Won't put his mouth anywhere on him either. Works him over with his deadly hands and cock and that's still fucking great, don't get him wrong, but Dabi likes Shig's mouth and wants it back the whole time. Doesn't get it even when he begs. Still ends up fucked-out and boneless when they're finished though, curled up against Duster's side, figures he's made his point. Will apologize or grovel if he has to tomorrow. 

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Wakes up as the bed shifts. Knows that it's Shig climbing back in with him because his lover barely sleeps and never spends the whole night in bed with him once he's completely out. But always climbs back in when he notices that Dabi's starting to wake. Reaches for Duster and is able to pull him close, pull their mouths together into a sleepy, messy kiss because his brain is still getting started back up. Takes him a second to notice that Shig's lips are slicker than they should be, that there's an overwhelming, artificial fruity taste to them that he does not like. Pulls away, nose scrunching up, thinks that he smells peaches. 

"What the fuck? Are you wearing chapstick?" 

"You were so adamant last night, you don't like it, firefly?" 

"I was being sarcastic and you're being a jackass. It's gross." He grumbles "Why do you even have peach chapstick?" 

"Toga brought it back for me to help keep your bitching at bay." And he sounds incredibly smug about it. 

"I fucking hate all of you, take it off." 

"I don't know if I want to be nice to you when you were being so rude last night, baby." 

Groveling it fucking is then. Is still sleepy and loose-limbed, but he loops his arms around Tomura's neck and presses in tight against him. "Please, sir, want your mouth on mine. Want to taste you, not something fake." Presses his own mouth to Duster's neck, kisses and nips at his skin, feels his hands tighten around his hips. Knows that his throat is sensitive, that he likes it when Dabi sinks his teeth into his skin there as much as Dabi likes it when Shig's rough with his seams. But hands on his hips means that he hasn't wiped off that nasty chapstick yet so he adds, "Love your mouth so much, makes me feel so good when you kiss me. Please, sir, please I want you to kiss me." Lets his voice thin into a needy little whine because Duster loves it when he begs too. Not even really faking it. Does want his kisses again. Not even a day without them and he's already desperate to have them back. 

Should be expecting it but the air is still knocked out of him when Duster pushes him onto his back and leans over him. Wipes away the slickness from his lips and Dabi's temperature creeps up a little higher as he's allowed to pull him in again. Much better. Only the faintest traces of peaches. Never going to tell Shigaraki that he likes how rough his lips are, that the texture of his quirk-cracked skin helps Dabi feel him even more through the scarred skin of his lower lip. Savors being allowed to lick into his mouth, in how the kisses feel uncoordinated and frantic, like Duster was just as frustrated not being able to kiss him last night too. Dabi is more than happy to stay in bed until they've both had their fill now. 

He does make sure to find the fucking chapstick and melt it into a puddle when they do finally get out of bed though. 

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[flfverse]

FF snippets

i promised these to anon and then i Forgot about them (also i planned to write some but it got away from me) so here!!! are some bits from my wip doc for you all. come get yalls angst

one:

Hawks turns his head away from the next bite without really meaning to, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to see it, or Dabi’s face.

“Hawks?”

But he’s not allowed to refuse food. He needs to eat to grow, to get stronger, to be better, and therefore it is not an option.

“Keigo, check in. What’s your color?”

He barely hears the question, caught in his own head as he is. He’s not allowed to refuse. So he turns his head back, opens his eyes, and carefully takes the meat. Chokes a little when he swallows, trying to hide it. His stomach is churning.

Dabi slides off the couch, falling to one knee, and cups his face. He sighs at whatever he sees there.

“Okay, birdie, I’m calling yellow.”

Hawks closes his eyes again, childish. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Talk to me. What’s in your head?”

two:

He’s laughing, Dabi’s laughing, the air smells like cinnamon, and when his phone rings he expects it to be one of the League or maybe Miruko and answers automatically, on speaker since his hands are messy.

“‘Ello?”

“Keigo.”

At the first note of his father’s voice—older, rougher, quieter, but undeniably the same one that snapped at him to stop being so annoying, that told him he was useless, that grunted as the belt came down.

Hawks drops the phone.

“Birdie?”

“I’m okay,” he says, but his voice sounds far away. He reaches down for the phone, hoping it isn’t cracked.

“Hawks.”

He’s really tired. Everything’s just…gray. Why is it gray? What’s wrong with him?

“Hawks.”

He blinks until a little of the color comes back. “Yeah?”

“You looked like you were gonna fall off the couch,” Dabi says softly.

Hawks glances down at himself. He is perched on the back of the couch, his usual movie-night spot, and he does feel a little unsteady, but…how the hell did he get here?

He can feel everyone staring at him.

“Sorry,” he tells them. “Just tired.”

three

“Dabi? You alive in there, hot stuff?”

A muffled noise like a groan, then Dabi’s voice. “Bir’ie?”

“Yeah, can I come in?”

Another noise, this time vaguely affirmative. Hawks pushes the door open.

Dabi is lying on his bed, buried under his blankets. From the messy state of his hair, he’s probably been there a while. Even as Hawks walks over he can tell Dabi isn’t fully present; he looks like he’s barely keeping his eyes open.

“Are you sick?” Hawks asks. “Shigaraki said you should’ve warned me about something.”

“‘s bein’ fuckin’ ‘matic,” Dabi mumbles. “‘s fine.”

Hawks takes off one glove to press his hand to Dabi’s forehead. He feels warm, but his usual sort of warm.

“If you’re not sick, what’s going on?”

“I’m fuckin’ tired is wha’s goin’ on.”

“I can see that,” Hawks says, a little amused. “Did you not sleep last night or something?”

“Too many questions,” Dabi mumbles, swatting clumsily at him. He misses completely.

sorry i literally only write angst <3 ALSO!!! i have something exciting planned for next week, provided life doesn’t knock me on my ass again. i welcome speculation about any of the above :3 i miss updating & running this blog, ugh

[rose-riot-johnson]

Alongside Raphael (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Any Version)), Kurama (Human name Shuichi Minamin) (Yu Hakusho) and Rumi Usagiyama (aka, Mirko) for the 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th place (in a 4 way) tie according to the poll I originally posted:

My Hero Academia's very own, Himiko Toga

I have my reasons why I wanted to write about Toga😃👍Aside from Dabi, she is 1 of my favorite members of The League of Villains in My Hero Academia😁👍Also she's actually 1 of the 1st villains (if the exactly the 1st villain) I had actually noticed from watching My Hero Academia😃I do like a lot of the characters from My Hero Academia and that includes Toga😁I'm just a fan of hers😁👍She's just 1 of those villains I've been wanting to write about for years, since becoming fan of My Hero Academia and writing fanfics of my very own😃👍And recently I decided that Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen) and Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia) were the first two characters I had in mind putting in the poll I originally posted a while ago, to be honest🤷‍♀️😃👍I just hope you enjoy this fanfic with Toga in it my Tumblr Peeps 💉💉💉💉💉💉💉💉💉

There's No Turning Back Now ((Adult) Himiko Toga x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst, Drama, and Possible Brief Comfort (Warning ⚠️: Mentioning Of Blood, Language, Depending On The Reader's Imagination (In The End Of This Fanfic))

Your life wasn't the greatest. Infact your life has been pretty, (usually) unlucky. You have dealt with being bullied in school and whenever you finally end up being in with a group of friends, most of the time there was drama (in the cafeteria during breakfast or lunch), when you were in middle school. You just either never truly fit in or you never truly belonged or you were never truly accepted for who you fully are (or even majority of things about you). What makes it worse was things just are not going well for you and usually your good days were that no one bullied nor were mean to you nor anything like these things. And the worst part of all, everyone you know and/or knew either has found a reason to judge you for and/or made you feel misunderstood atleast twice (if not just once) in your life.

As you were considering giving up on yourself, you met up with this happy, ash-blonde hair (with two buns, with strands poking of of both), yellow eyed, girl. She introduced herself cheerfully, "Hi. I'm Himiko Toga. I'm a member of the League of Villains. What's your name?", while having both of her hands behind her back. You were pretty happy about meeting her, as she's the first person you have trusted in a long time and that was right away. You then answered, "Well, Toga. My name is (Any Gender Reader Name). It's very nice to meet you!", as you smiled at her. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, too!", Toga replied happily.

You decided at that moment, you will try seeing her as much as possible. You automatically confessed, "I have a feeling seeing you and even to hang out with you will be something I will definitely look forward in my life, as you can see.", so you told her everything you can remember about your life, even about the fact that you feel that, Toga is going to be the first person who will truly accept you and who you will be able to be your true self with (even majority of the stuff about you). Toga then told you, "I guess we're more alike than we thought, though it wasn't because of my love for blood and my love for blood is why my parents want me to suppress what they don't approve of that I couldn't control for the shake of others, including my peers, so one day I couldn't repress my desire for blood any longer!", then she pretty much told you everything that happened afterwards, including about how she joined the League of Villains and the fact she feels they're all her family now, including Twice, Spinner, and Mr. Compress. So, both you and Toga decided to accept eachother, despite of eachother's flaws.

Months went by as you and Toga grew together to the point where both you and Toga felt destined to be together, as if you and Toga are soulmates. After you graduated from a school academy, you were attending, Toga even showed you off to the League of Villains, as they're all delighted to meet you. They even somehow instantly trust you to the point they treat you like their family somehow, right away.

However one night, you went home from hanging out with your girlfriend Toga, then as you went inside of the door, you noticed that your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) watched you coming inside your home (which is also your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian)'s home as well). "Where have you been going to after school, then after your academy, then now your job you're working at, (Any Gender Reader Name) for all these months?", your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) asked in slight anger. "I was hanging out with my new friend.", you answered. Your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) then asked, "Is your friend.... Or should I say significant other a rich and/or highly paid pro hero? Or is ((s)he/they) rich with lots of money in general?". You were slightly annoyed, however you kept your cool and told your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) the truth about your relationship with your girlfriend Toga and how you feel about her.

After you finish telling your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) about Toga, ((s)he/they) ended up being so pissed off to the point where (his/her/their) face turned the redest or the red, as ((s)he/they screamed, "How dare you date someone who's not rich! And worse! You're dating a villain and not a rich pro hero!! And why can't you date someone who can make everyone else happy, including your own family, especially...ME!". You then shouted, "Why does life have to what everyone else wants?! Why can't I choose what makes me happy for once?! Can't you see my girlfriend, Toga and the other members of the League of Villains not only make me happy, they also care about me and appreciate me!". "Your happiness doesn't matter, if I don't approve, young (lady/man/child/etc...)!! ", ((s)he/they) continued screaming, "That's right! It's my fucken way or the fucken highway, because I have NEWS for you, (Any Gender Reader Name)! If it's something I don't approve of, then you don't deserve to be happy! So, unless it's something I like and/or approve of, I don't care about your happiness!!!". So, you stormed off to your room.

Once you were in your room your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) last words ((s)he/they) shouted are, "And by the way, starting tomorrow, I will be following you everywhere you go, especially while you're at working at your job and at home, so I can makesure you don't in anyway contact your League of Villains friends anymore, including that moneyless, golddigger, Toga, from now on!", before slamming your bedroom, then locking it on you, where you can't leave your own to even go to the bathroom for anything. You're so upset to the point where you ended being so sick and tired of your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) controlling your whole life. Your love life included. You're so stressed to the point where you don't even know what to do.

That was until, Toga sent you a text message to ask if you got home safe. Once you saw the message you knew what you had to do. You knew you needed to warn her, so she can warn the rest of the members of the League of Villains, somehow. You texted her everything that was happening after you got home, including everything your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) said to you, and that ((s)he/they) even threatened to stalk you starting tomorrow, to the point where you couldn't contact any members of the League of Villains, including her, as ((s)he/they) locked your bedroom door, where you couldn't even go to the bathroom for anything.

Toga saw the message(s) you sent and she was shocked and pissed that you (Mom/Dad/Parent/ Legal Guardian) said and did all this to you, so she texted you that she will makesure to get you out of this house. She warned the rest of the members of the League of Villains about what you warned her about (as you expected). They're shocked and pissed off about what she told them about what you told her. Dabi was very tempted to burn your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) to ashes, while Shigaraki really wanted to decay your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) to dust, however all of them including Dabi and Shigaraki know it will make things worse for you, so every member of the League of Villains agreed on a quick plan none of them can refuse.

Later that night, Toga and the rest of the League of Villains, snuck into your home. Toga managed to use her knife to somehow, pick the lock part of the door you entered your home in. Spinner and Twice were so hungry where they ate strictly all of your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian)'s food up, which is surprisingly the foods they both enjoy eating. Dabi found your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian)'s safe and took (his/her/their) saved money after burning the lock of the safe in order to open the safe, as he felt it served (him/her/them) right. Mr. Compress snuck inside of your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian)'s room, so he can use his compress power to catch (him/her/them) without waking (him/her/them) up. Shigaraki helped Toga get into your room by decaying the knob and lock of your bedroom door that your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) locked on you in the first place.

As the door open, you hid under your blankets as you fear that your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) was coming in your room to find something to get on your case about, if not worse. As Toga, came in your room, she noticed you were hiding under your blankets in fear and yes she knows why you're hiding under the blankets, so she whispered, "Don't worry, (Any Gender Reader Name). It's me Toga. We're coming to get you out of this hellhole. The rest of the family is there too, including, Twice.". You then got out of your blankets, she reached her hands as she continued whispering, "Please come with us? This is our only chance and your only chance to makesure you have plenty of freedom, as well. I can promise you that, (Any Gender Reader Name).". You knew deep down in your mind, gut, heart, and soul that, Toga was speaking the truth out of her love for you, as you felt like all the members of the League of Villains (Spinner included) are more both true family and true friends put together than anyone you had ever known, including your (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) was, is, and ever will be. So, you decided to reach your hand to Toga back to hold her hand, as this became a sign that you made a decision to come with her with the rest of the League of Villains.

Months after you made your decision to leave the home you were living in to come with the League of Villains and to keep your relationship with Toga, you realized this was the best decision you had ever made and you have no plans on ever turning back. Not only you get to live with and hang out with the League of Villains, who you consider your true friends and real family, you also get to spend more time with your girlfriend, Toga. Eversince then, your life has become so much better than what it used to be, because the life your living now is so much better than you could ever dream of. As for what happened to you (Mom/Dad/Parent/Legal Guardian) after ((s)he/they) was captured, well... (It's up to the reader's imagination to what happened to him/her/them).

The End

I've wanting to working on writing and actually posting a fanfic about Toga for a while. While I did give other League of Villains members parts of it, I basically ended up deciding what they would do while in the home the reader was in (his/her/their) room, prior to having to Toga rescue the reader, because I wanted to come up with a plan on how to have Toga rescue you, while a couple thing I have written about before I wrote about the reader being rescued I figured I'd write about them for fun of it. I really ended up having tons of fun writing about this fanfic, so as for the ending part I just wanted the reader to imagine what would happen with the (Mom/Dad Parent/Legal Guardian) character just incase if the reader imagines a harsh punishment or maybe a second chance redemption thing or maybe anything the reader does put in his/her/their imagination(s)...🤔 Either way I do hope you like this fanfic and reading it helps with your day, just as much as writing this fanfic helps make my day and stuff😁💉🩸

[bokutosbabe]

Hey! It’s the same anon that asked about Iida, thank you for answering my question! While I personally disagree with your stance, I can definitely understand how he rubs you the wrong way with his hypocrisy. I actually used to hate him too, until a couple of fics on AO3 made me look at his motivations/reasons in a different light.

That does have me also wondering, do you have any other possibly controversial takes on MHA that you’ve never had the chance to share?

Hey anon! I understand how you feel about Iida and I think may look into his character to try and understand him a bit more!

Now what you actually came for!

airybcbyy 's controversial (?) MHA opinions!

CW; MHA SPOILERS!! and controversial opinions.

1; All Might

This man deserves a whole section to himself atp. I genuinely dislike all might's characters so much!!

Maybe it's just because I'm such a big izuku fan, but ever since the first episode it's always seemed like all might had seen izuku as a burden at first!

Of course as we know izuku wasn't the first pick that all might have had! But I do think that when you see a kid on a roof you should be heroic! Especially with him being the number one hero and you would assume that he would try and help seeing this distressed kid on a roof!

But no! He just leaves. And I guess you could say he had other motivations or other issues to go solve but to me it just seemed like a way of saying “you're on your own!” after this kid just poured his heart and soul out to you about how much he wishes he could help like you did. And of course all might of all people should understand how that felt, being quirkless himself at first!

I can say that his character has gotten better over the course of the anime/manga, but it's still not right with me you know? Like when his power finally diminished and he immediately pushed it onto izuku. Yes, I know you inherit the same quirk, but to me it's like-he's still a child? You have so many more pro heroes who are willing to fight this battle! Putting that emotional stress and turmoil on this kid was unnecessary!

I know OFA is definitely necessary to beat AFO but I personally don't see why izuku couldn't grow his quirk more before having that burden.

2; the Dabi reveal wasn't all that shocking

This one is a toss up for me to be honest, because I guess it was just all the foreshadowing that I just automatically assumed that dabi would be a todoroki- but at the same time it was so shocking to see how he revealed himself!

When one of your shows main characters is someone whose family is inherently meant to have fire powers, when you see a villain that has blue flames (the strongest type of flame) you can kind of attach them to each other, or at least I did.

Also with dabi being so set on taking down the hero society, I know many villains want to but his motivation would have been so clear if he was a todoroki! His father being the pos he is would give him a clear motive!

While I did expect him to reveal it to endeavor in person, I would never expect it to be like how Dabi's dance was! I would have expected the more you know close up and personal approach, like meeting him in a random alley and just saying it and then proceeding to burn him like he did in the manga, but doing it in the middle of a fight seemed so much more interesting to me!

Even though obviously the manga is on paper, it still showed so much emotion that flew throughout the pages and honestly it had me flabbergasted at the way that horikoshi's mind came up with how to have dabi's dance written out.

While Dabi is literally burning himself to the point where he will probably feel this physical pain so much more than he already does just to prove a point to his father and hurt shoto, while also asking endeavor to dance with him in hell?

It was pure genius!

3; The class 1-A kids would not be top heroes immediately if not for plot.

As we all know my hero academia literally follows the story of izuku becoming the number one hero, and yes while his quirk is amazing and he does train it properly, I just don't think he'd be number 1 so fast.

I've previously made a post that kind of went a little deeper into this and it was about how people say bakugo is most likely to be like number two hero after they graduate, but you have to recognize that most heroes don't get their own agency after they graduate, they have to start out as a sidekick.

And well yes all of the class 1-A student quirks are fairly amazing you also have to remember that they have the big three two years ahead of them, which would give them more time to build their own hero agencies and work their way up into the ranks before the 1A students are even involved in hero work!

Mirio as a third year is already considered to be the most likely to become the number one hero next, because he is number one in UA and he, even ranked up to the pro heroes, could easily beat out endeavor!

But as I stated earlier, this story isn't about how izuku works his way up, it is about how he becomes the number one hero, most likely implying that he graduates and just becomes the number one hero. Yes, while izuku will become the next symbol of peace, I just think that if it wasn't because he's the main character and because class 1a is like the main setting and the people that everyone wants to watch, those students wouldn't have a chance of making top 10 heroes, maybe not even top 20.

Heroes have to take time to grow and I think that if they weren't the main characters it would easily be Mirio at number one and a bunch of other heroes across Japan in the top rankings!

As we saw at the exam episode there are so many high schools that train heroes and all the kids had amazing quirks! If it simply weren't for the character development and to move the plot of the story along, I don't believe any of those children would have a chance at making top 10 immediately.

Those are just a few of my very controversial (?) Opinions that some people may not agree with but feel free to you know make your own assumptions and put your own opinions in on what I think!

[thyandrawrites]

Shouji's logic and reasoning, and by extension the hero's, kind of sucks honestly, if this was all that this plot line was building up towards.

'The next generation will do/be better', really?

I mean, it's not as bad as 'you hurt people so your argument is invalid' but it's still not great.

It's kind of a circular logic that turns baby steps into milestones, that then keeps feeding into itself over and over. The people who are truly against the changes that the mutants (minority) need are just going to ensure their children feel the same way as they do, some may break away but we've seen (even in bnha's story) how powerful a narrative taught since childhood can be. And even when there is real improvement (like written laws), all it would take to undue such slow and peaceful change at a societal level is one too many (or too powerful) A-holes coming into prominence in government to undue it.

Do you feel the same or differently ? And what do you think about it either way?

I am kinda of feeling put off by Spinner and Shoji's treatment these last chapters. it feels weird, like Spinner is being silenced by the narrative when put against Shoji.

Two different asks, but I'm answering them together.

So, my thoughts on this are the same as my thoughts on the Shouto vs Dabi fight. None of this was news (with the sole exception of the added quirk racism angle).

The tl;dr version is that the heroes are responding the way they always respond to any criticism aimed at the system: they're shutting down the argument instead of addressing any of the points that were raised.

Shouji is not an exception. Shouto, Ochako, Deku and Mirio have done it as well. It's a pattern, and the fact that their knee-jerk reaction is always to defend the system without blinking twice is meant to be part of the problem. I'm not stating any of what follows to judge them, or to expect the impossible from them. But the kids are parroting the kind of narrative their society is based on, because they grew up as part of said narrative, and can't see past it.

Shouji roots his argument on the idea that Spinner (and his followers) are not channeling their anger "the right way." Because they've elected to use violence, they've automatically "lost" the debate, because violence is always bad and unjustified.

This idea echoes Shouto's words to Touya. Every time a villain who fell through the cracks attempts to have a dialogue with heroes, the response they receive is the same: your reasons are good, but you dragged innocents into your path, so I won't even pretend to listen to your demand for social justice.

The problem with this reasoning is that heroes routinely use excessive violence, too, and just as routinely get away with it. Even foregoing how the number one and two were exposed as a violent abuser and a murderer respectively, and got no consequences because they're hereoes... There's also the fact that the institution behind heroism has been killing people with opposing political views for decades, and keeps doing so even now. The whole first war arc was set in motion by Twice's extrajudicial murder, and several attempts were made to extend the same treatment to Shigaraki as well.

So. "Violence bad" is a losing argument when both sides have bloodstained hands. Both sides have shown a lack of remorse for the methods they used when they were fighting for a cause they deemed worthy. In the heroes' case, it was "the greater good." In the villain's, some sort of social retribution for their suffering.

But let's take it one step further. In the specific context of mutant discrimination, Shouji's words ran particularly empty imho.

The kid claims that this ambush "sets back their cause 30 years." I find this a malicious scapegoating. Why?

The mutants are *not* responsible for their own oppression. Similarly, they're also *not* responsible for the punishment they receive when the privileged class in change decides they were existing a little too loudly for their liking.

If I'm honest, I found this rhetoric abhorrent when I first read the leaks. I'm still holding out hope that it was a mistraslation because the phrasing was... Pretty bad. Like, echoing real world bigotry bad. But this hope seems pretty thin, considering how Shouji also submits that the solution to that discrimination is to just... Lay down and take it until things get better.

Now, here's where I'm conflicted because Shouji was also a victim of that quirk racism. He was covered in bandages, and now has scars to match. He was called slurs, singled out as carrier of "tainted blood", made to feel like he was lesser, monstrous, and like he had to mask up for other people's comfort as well as for protection from further harm. It's not even fatfetched for him to normalize the bigotry he suffered and shrug it off as something he's just "used to." But I think the mistake he makes is demanding that all victims of anti-mutant discrimination should feel the way he does, and adapt the way he did. But I think it's also important to note his bias here.

[Edit: I'm switching the angle of my analysis a bit here because I realized the flaw in my reasoning. Please share this version of this post instead of the one where I fell for the trap of "who is the more oppressed" mentality that... Leads nowhere because it's not a competition]

Shouji seems to think that since change won't happen during their lifetimes, mutants should all work with their current circumstances instead of working to dismantle them. He wants to affect change from within the system because he believes this to be a better alternative than seeking, and I quote, "retribution."

Basically, like all of class A, Shouji is an idealist. Even if he doesn't have all the answers yet, he believes that individual battles can one day turn the tide for the cause.

He's obviously motivated by a wish to move past senseless violence and bloodshed, and his ideals are not wrong in theory. However, the irony here is that by shutting down fellow heteromorphs and siding with the system over the voices of his people, he's unconsciously promoting in-fighting.

As I've stated elsewhere, he's not offering them a dialogue, but just serving the interests of the oppressors by creating differences between himself and the villains. Instead of acknowledging their common ground, he says "I was persecuted too, BUT." The but is the problem. He's seeing a fundamental difference between them, and blaming fellow victims for the "set backs" of the cause, instead of addressing why would non-heteromorphs want mutants to stay quiet about their oppression in the first place.

For so many people, that prejudice and discrimination is still their daily reality. The threat on their lives doesn't go away simply because some kids in a hero school are determined to make the distant future a better place. It's all nice and well that Shouji aims to be the kind of hero who can affect change for heteromorphs from inside the heart of hero society, but it doesn't stop nazi-coded cults like the CRC from harming people in the present.

When you see how bad things are outside the city, Shouji's words of reassurance about the next generation are just an empty platitude. They might come from the heart, but they don't mean anything to those who need the heroes' help right now. Those people need shelter and security. And the point is, they're not currently getting it.

Chapter 370 shows the crowd parading around CRC masks on pikes. So long as people are granted the freedom to reunite and discriminate against heteromorphs, there's no such thing as advocating for non-violence. It's people like the CRC that threw the first (non-metaphorical) rock. It's not the same thing and it cannot be the same thing when people fight back for their right to live. Protesting, fighting back, even when the circumstances dictate the use of violence for self-preservation, does not have the same magnitude as the violence perpetrated by the oppressors who literally want to wipe you out.

In other words, we're facing what's known as the paradox of tolerance. To truly have a tolerant society, you can't tolerate hate crime.

Incident 6/6 was a massacre against "innocents", too. Heroes don't get to use that word as moral ammo only when it supports their narrative, and elect to ignore it when it doesn't. If violence against defenseless people is always bad on principle, how come the only time they decide to enforce it is when it makes them put villains behind bars?

[animeomegas]

Pregnant!Omega!Dabi - Dealing with his father

@hedone26​ :  CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! Can you please do Dabi and Pregnancy please!!

 Dabi + Pregnancy + The Emperor (Stability, established authority, attitudes towards a person’s child or their own parents)

(This is supposed to be for the 1,000 follower event, but I got so carried away, that I think this format is better, also thank you so much for the congratulations!! I hope you enjoy~)

Warnings: Endeavour’s less than perfect parenting implied, panic attacks.

AU – Dabi ran away from home as a teenager but did not join the LOV, instead he was taken off of that life track by an alpha he met who helped support him and look after him for the first time in his life.

By all accounts, it was a very normal day.

You had left a five-month-pregnant Touya lounging in the living room while you went to take a shower, and now, you were waiting for the water to heat up in the admittedly shoddy apartment you rented together. Money wasn’t always easy, especially because Touya was a missing person/school dropout, but even with a pup on the way, you were making it work.

But just as you were about to strip and get into the shower, you heard shouting coming from the front of your flat. Touya was shouting, and not his normal shouting at the TV kind of shouting, but scared shouting, shouting fuelled by pure rage.

You sprinted out of the bathroom, heart pounding, protective instincts already rearing their head as you prepared for a fight on behalf of you mate, but as you reached the door at the front hall, you freeze.

Holy shit.

The No. 2 hero, Endeavour, was standing at your front door.

And your mate was absolutely losing it.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from me, you piece of shit, how did you find me?!” Touya screeched, shoulders heaving, eyes wild.

Endeavour just stared at him, unimpressed. “Are you done with your episode, Touya? I have something I need to discuss with you,” Endeavour replied, standing as calm as can be in the face of Touya’s breakdown.

“No, no, no,” Touya muttered, panicking and shaking his head. “You can’t do this, you don’t get to do this, not now-”

“I heard you’re pregnant,” Endeavour cut him off.

Dabi snarled automatically, hand coming up to protect his baby bump. “Who the fuck told you that?!”

Enough was enough. 

You stormed over to the door, immediately placing yourself between a distraught Touya and the person you’re instincts had labelled ‘threat’.

“What the hell is going on?” you growled, staring Endeavour straight in the eye. Touya had pushed himself against your back and you could feel how fast he was panting and shaking. This stress was way too much for him right now, you needed to end this as soon as possible.

Endeavour looked you up and down with an appraising eye that made you bristle.

“You must be the alpha with the water quirk.” It wasn’t a question.

You didn’t bother asking how he knew who you were because the answer was presumably also how he knew where you lived and that Touya was pregnant.

He was keeping tabs on you both somehow.

“I have come here today,” he started, looking like the words were causing him physical pain. “To extend an olive branch, of sorts. I do not want our relationship to impact the relationship between myself and my first grandchild. Surely, you do not wish to deprive your child of a grandfather simply because of an old childhood grudge?”

“No,” Touya exclaimed from behind you, bringing a shaking hand to grasp your arm. “Don’t believe him, it’s not true, he wants our pup, he wants to take them away, don’t-don’t let him trick you.”

“Shh,” you hushed him. “It’s your decision, Touya, I won’t push anything, I promise.”

Emboldened by your support, Touya turns to his father again.

“You’re sick!” Touya accused him. “You think that because the ice and fire combination didn’t work on me, that fire and water will work on my pup, that they’ll be everything I wasn’t, but I’ll kill you before I let you touch them!”

Endeavour gave Touya an affronted look and you tensed in preparation for a fight. 

“Get out!” Touya shrieked, picking up a book from the side table and throwing it at Endeavour. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”

The door slammed shut and there were a few moments of silence before Endeavour’s footsteps faded away. But it didn’t feel like this would be the last time you heard from him.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a choked whine that escaped from Touya. As you turned your attention to him, you could see him choking and gasping, reaching for you desperately.

You jolted forward, reaching him just in time for his knees to give out. Touya clutched at you desperately as you lowered you both to sit on the floor.

“It’s okay, Touya, he’s gone, it’s okay,” you soothed him, trying in vain to remove his iron grip from your shirt so that you could arrange him on your lap more comfortably. “Deep breaths, omega, follow my breathing.”

Touya seemed to ignore you completely.

“It’s not safe,” he babbled, still choking on whines and dry sobs. “You promised me it would be safe, but it’s not.”

“I know,” you said gently. “I know, I’ll fix it, but you need to calm down first. Think of the pup, you don’t want to stress them out too much.”

Touya tensed at your words, fingers heating up as he started to lose control of his quirk. You had hoped that reminding him of the pup would calm him down, but it seemed to just make him panic more. Before you had time to react, Touya shot up from your embrace and ran to your bedroom. You tried to follow him, but he was back out of the room before you could. He was carrying a suitcase into the nursery.

You followed him inside and saw him start shoving blankets and toys into the suitcase with incredibly shaky hands. You quickly go over and steady him.

“Enough, Touya, stop, you need to calm down right now,” you were so worried about the stress level affecting the pup, you needed to calm him down right now, no matter what.

Touya immediately started to pull away from your hold, begging you to let him go because he needed to pack and leave before his father took his pup away from you both.

“You don’t understand,” Touya begged. “He’ll do anything to get what he wants, he won’t stop, we have to hide, please, please don’t let him take our pup.”

You refused to let go of him, instead pulling him closer by the back of his neck and keeping his face pressed to your shoulder. You released the most powerful ‘calm down’ scent that you could, but Touya was still resisting your hold.

“Calm down,” you commanded, voice firm. Touya stilled for a moment but quickly resumed his struggling, so you closed your eyes briefly and pushed back the feelings of guilt for what you were about to do. Steeling yourself, you forced him to bare his neck to you and bit down on his mating mark, causing Touya to gasp and immediately still.

“Calm down, omega,” you ordered again, but this time Touya went boneless in your arms, crying gently against your shoulder, but not struggling. “There we go, just relax, I’ve got you.”

“We need to kill him,” Touya sobbed. “It’s the only way to get him to stop.”

“Hey now,” you soothed him as best you could, still feeling guilty about forcefully calming him. “I’ll fix it, I’ll fix everything, but you need to relax first, okay? Why don’t we go and spend some time in your nest?”

“No,” Touya protested. “It’s not safe anymore, he knows, it’s not safe.”

You nodded at his protest and instead decide to settle you both on the floor in the corner of the nursery. It took another twenty minutes or so to get him to a reasonable level of relaxed. But as soon as his breathing was steady, you told him the plan.

“I think we should leave the country,” you said to Touya, absently rubbing his baby bump to keep him settled. “You’re right about him not giving up, but he doesn’t have any power outside of Japan. We’ll take a flight tonight-“

“He’ll track us,” Touya interrupted. “He’s probably already paying someone off to-“

“I know, but we’ll just take a flight to the mainland, then we’ll use cars or buses or boats or whatever we can to make sure we can’t be tracked, okay? I have a friend we can stay with, so if we just get there, they can make sure we’re safe while we start applying for visas. With my job, we should be able to get one, and we’re mated, so we can go together. Your father can’t access the visa records for other countries, he’s not that powerful.”

“What do we need to do now? I want to leave as soon as possible, I want to be settled somewhere before the pup comes.” Touya asked, his heartrate finally at a good rate now that you had worked out a plan.

“You need to pack up any essential stuff, or things we can’t replace, I’ll book the flight and empty our bank account, okay?”

Touya nodded and went over to the suitcase to resume packing. Ordinarily, it would be extremely hard on Touya to have to leave all his nesting supplies and nursery behind (especially while pregnant) but you knew that in his mind, they had now been tainted. A pregnant omega would never destroy or abandon their nest, unless they knew the nest was unsafe for some reason and for Touya, his father knowing its location makes it incredibly unsafe for the pup.

You shook your head to focus yourself. Time to book a flight out of here. Your mate and pup would be free from living in fear if it killed you.

[tommybaholland]

how they make-out with their s/o

featuring: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinso, amajiki, and dabi 

“where they like to kiss” recently hit 1k notes, so here’s something a little more...spicy ;) thank you for reading and enjoy! x

midoriya remains the clumsy, bumbling, lovesick fool that he can be when he’s about to kiss you. but once he gets the hang of anything he tries, he gets pretty good at a steady pace. he was quite awkward, at first, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands and just kept them locked by his sides. now, once his lips are on yours, he relaxes instantly and just feels out the moment. he doesn’t hesitate to throw his arms around you, holding you close as he begins to nibble on your lip. he likes having you straddling him as you make out, playing around with the pace of the kiss. your lips moving slower and leaving longer kisses while he holds you so close that there’s no space between you until he leans back as your lips pick the pace back up and you lean against him, his hands moving all over you. 

bakugo has always had everything come naturally for him but kissing you never failed to make him secretly on edge. he hates how hot his cheeks feel when you’re that close to him and your eyes are locked with his. he alleviates the tension by pressing his lips hard onto yours for a second before pulling back. then he realizes he wants more but he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries. fortunately, you pull him back by his shirt and just start devouring each other with the passion on your lips. the overwhelming emotions he feels in these moments have him kissing you so desperately that his whole body curves into you. once he builds his confidence, he really enjoys pressing you against a wall and kissing you so that you’re pressed right up against him. he never pulls away completely, usually following with kisses trailing down your neck, as that’s his favorite spot. 

todoroki had to learn how to take things a little slower at first. he used to slam his lips right onto yours, not even giving you a chance to take a breath. you then decide to take more lead by gently pressing your lips against his softly, slowly working up the movement between your hands and lips. it was like a whole new world had opened up for him. he could not get enough of moments like these. he likes to have an arm around your shoulder or pulling you closer gently by your elbow while the other cradles the back of your head or your cheek. during the first time you made out, he pulls away and asks, “was that okay?” and you don’t spare a moment to answer him by pulling him back into you, filling his heart with small flutters as you kiss him some more. 

kirishima loves kissing you and he also loves talking to you. and you’d be mistaken if you think he can’t do both whenever you find more time alone together. he makes every moment he gets alone with you count and better than the last. he’ll start by asking you about your day, talk about his day a little and he usually ends up going off on a tangent about something random but eventually, he’ll get distracted by looking at you and your amazing lips. he likes to start with a soft kiss and then pull away to declare a meaningful ‘i love you’ before pulling you back in for a passionate affirmation. he’s not shy about giggling or letting out a few breathy moans against your lips; you’re too tasty not to. gentle doesn’t begin to describe his movements as he always makes sure you’re comfortable when his hands wander or his tongue takes a peek inside your mouth. 

kaminari puts on a front as a smoothing-talking, peoples’ man but in reality, he’s just as clumsy as midoriya. now with you as his s/o, he’s nervous as hell because you’re so pretty and it’s amazing that you even want to kiss him. he remembers what an idiot he felt like after he only caught the corner of your lips during your first kiss. but your smile afterward weighs even heavier in his mind. that’s what pulls him toward you as he stares at your lips until he can’t take it anymore. he thought he had accidentally activated his quirk from the spark he felt when your lips touched, making him automatically pull back to make sure you’re okay. instead, you’re smiling and he almost feels like this is all a dream. you’re his sleeping beauty, except he can only be awoken by your kiss. he’s also a big fan of distracting you from whatever you’re intently doing with kisses, fingers hooking gently under your chin and those golden eyes are the last things you see. 

shinso catches himself getting lost into your eyes, often surprising himself when his lips are on yours in the next moment. he doesn’t remember who or what initiated it but it ends up full of passion and he loves the feeling of you all up against him. he presses his fingers into your back which raises your shirt up and his fingertips catch on the small part of exposed skin on your lower back. the first time he did that, you broke the kiss with a gasp and he immediately became anxious, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-- mmph.” you simply pull him back into you, deciding that you love the feeling of him all over you just as much as he does. now he doesn’t hesitate to run his fingers over your skin, feeling the goosebumps pop up as he draws little circles into it. the feeling is mutual, as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as your hands get lost in his hair, tingles shooting all the way down his spine. 

amajiki is usually not the one to initiate a make-out session if that weren’t already obvious. he’s very shy about kisses or any intimate contact with you, for that matter. he’ll often whimper when your lips are suddenly against his but he can’t complain about the moment he gets to share with you. despite how timid he can be, he can surprise you, and himself, too. one time after he pressed a small kiss to your nose, he thought you were so precious that he remained close, his nose brushing against yours. he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears become warm as you let him take the lead this time, not knowing if he should look at your eyes or your lips. yet, he presses forward, finally catching your lips with his. his tongue naturally finds its way into your mouth as he pulls you by your waist into his lap. he wants to be like todoroki and ask if he’s doing okay, but the soft moans against his lips are just enough.

dabi takes his sweet time to tease you as much as he can when he’s in the mood to have you melt under him. he likes to start by getting his lips as close to yours as possible but never let them fully touch. that definitely annoys you but nothing bothers you more than when you’re leaning into him with your eyes closed and he’ll just pull back completely, making you kiss the air. he loves it mostly because of how you get a little rougher with him when you grip his shirt or his jacket to pull him back into you and finally get him to kiss you. and you can’t deny that you like when he wraps his hand around your throat as his tongue plunges into your mouth, making you moan as you suck on it. his favorite thing to do though is to pin you down, his hands traveling up your arms and over your wrists to fill the empty slots between your fingers with his as he begins to kiss over your jaw and neck, the warmth spreading all over your body.

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[after-witch]

Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Word Count: 1630

Notes: Yandere, implied noncon, mentions of body mods, improper use of a corset, very uncreative title

You inhale, eager to catch your breath, and you instantly regret it. The relief of a full breath is instantly replaced with an uncomfortable pressure, as he uses the moment to further tighten the corset he’d tossed at you earlier that afternoon. It took bribery, then outright threats, but you eventually agreed to let him put it on you.

Another decision you’re regretting.

“It’s not--” you try to exhale, to catch more breath. “It’s not supposed to be this tight.”

In response, he merely gives the bottom laces another firm tug, and you can feel the flesh of your hips underneath the leather squishing out, pushing in vain against the firm material that he’s tightened to a ridiculous degree.

You grunt, and squirm, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Your hands are pressed up against the wall, and you occasionally lean your forehead against n the cool material for support. But it’s not like you could fight Dabi off (you never could, even when you were actually dating and your fights were playful) and even if you could manage to get away from his grip, you’d never make it out of the room without a bruising grip and heated warning.

“Don’t be so dramatic, babe. Just think about all the women in history or whatever who wore these all the time.”

You bite back a smart-ass response about the myths of corsets and how movie scenes depicting women being laced into them like torture devices were based on misconceptions and myths. A corset should be supportive, not so tight that it makes you feel faint. But he’s not in the best of moods based on your initial refusal to play dress up, and so you keep your knowledge to yourself.

When he’s done--you hope he’s done, your entire midsection feels compressed and uncomfortable and your breath comes in shallow intervals--he spins you around. A few months ago, this would have been cute. It would have made you feel good. The way he’s looking at you appraisingly, approvingly, pinning you with his gaze would have made your stomach flip into butterflies.

But that was before you broke up with him. Or tried to, anyway. Before he threatened you--and your family, and your friends, and any neighbors you were particularly fond of--and eventually forced you to move in with him. To keep an eye on you, he’d said. To spoil you.

If dressing you up like some kind of fetish doll in an exaggerated shiny black leather corset counted as being spoiled.

He hums in approval and grabs your now-compressed waist, pulling you closer. You can smell his cologne and body odor and smoke, mingled together in a way that used to get you excited. Now it triggers an instinct to run.

His lips brush against your ear, kissing and teasing, and you can’t help the way your skin prickles in goosebumps, the way your stomach flips. You hate him. You wish your body would get the message more often.

“You look so fucking good. I could just eat you up.” He pulls back and tips your chin up with a finger, tilting your face to the side like he’s inspecting a prize pet at a county fair. You suppose he is, in a way.

“You want me to do that? Make you feel good?”

You shake your head, softly. It’s a stupid move, you know. You know you’re on thin ice. You know you should nod and let out a breathy sigh and let him lead you to the bed, where you’ll lay in an uncomfortable position as he slides off your underwear and makes your body respond in ways that your mind hates. But you don’t.

The instant you decline he’s gripping your chin, hard. The thin ice is definitely cracked--and you’re falling into ice-cold water.

“Why are you being so damn difficult?”

The oxygen must be getting to your brain, you think, because instead of placating him by backtracking and begging him to take you on the bed, you want to explain yourself. As if rational thought has anything to do with your current situation.

“You know why I’m so--so--” you inhale, sharp and short, hating the way your chest feels for a myriad of reasons. “--difficult, Dabi. Why can’t you try to understand how this makes me feel?” 

You feel tears pricking at your eyes and you wipe them away, not wanting to deal with the drama, the fighting, the back-and-forth guilt tripping that crying usually brought on. 

“Fine,” he says, practically spitting on your cheek.

He drops the subject--and drops your chin-- as his eyes stray to the side, where there’s a dust-streaked mirror propped up on top of the dresser. He stares at his own reflection for a moment before looking back at you, his expression far less pissed and far more thoughtful. Thoughtful scares you more than pissed, and you can feel your nerves begin to tingle in anxiety.

“Hey, you know what would go perfect with this corset?” His voice is softer now, all the harsh edges from earlier gone. It worries you just as much as his thoughtful expression.

You shake your head. You don’t know. You don’t want to know. But he’ll tell you anyway.

“How about some piercings, huh? We can match.”

Your stomach feels like it’s dropped out of your body. Your gaze flits from his grin to his own modifications. He wouldn’t--would he? Before all this, before you tried to break up with him, he’d casually suggested them once--but never again once you made your stance clear. No piercings, no tattoos, no body mods. And now…?

“I--” You swallow down your stronger objections, very aware of the dangers lurking if you chose the wrong words. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. But thanks.”

“No, no,” he argues, voice so jovial and light that it’s making you want to throw up. “It’ll be fun! Like a bonding exercise. Couple’s therapy. You’d be surprised how quickly tongue piercings heal, too, so don’t worry about missing out on takeout.”

You want to cry. Could you even breathe right if you started crying right now? The more emotions you feel, the tighter the corset feels against your waist. You swallow and dip your head back, fighting against the tears.

“Dabi… you… know--you know I don’t want piercings.” You keep your voice level, even as your stilted breathing. Avoid a fight, avoid a fight, avoid a fight.

“Oh?”

He shrugs. A casual, fuck-you gesture that stings. 

“And I want to throw you on the bed and eat you out. But if you won’t give me what I want, why should I care what you want?”

You don’t have an answer. The thick, blubbery tears you’ve been fighting are practically screaming to be let out. But you dip your head back again, determined not to cry. Crying reminds him that you don’t want to be here, and it never ends particularly well. 

So instead you force yourself to be casual. As if you’re not a captive begging your captor to not forcibly modify your body. As if you’re his… partner, having an argument about what to eat for dinner that night. As if he couldn’t just push you onto the bed and have his way with you, if he really wanted to do so.

“Dabi, c’mon…” 

The thought occurs to you--to throw in some of the snarky bite you two used to share for good measure. It’s a risk. It’s a big risk. But the idea of Dabi shoving needles through your tongue, into your skin, wherever he pleases to remake and modify you, makes you take a leap.

You grin. And oh, is it forced. But it’s all you can manage.

“Don’t be such an asshole.”

His breath is hot on your cheek as he suddenly leans grabs your arm and pulls himself in, his nose pressing against your cheek in a way that would have been endearingly mocking before; now it’s only another invasion of your space, another way to make you uncomfortable. Or maybe he’s trying to pretend that it’s the old days, too.

“Hey, that’s up to you, doll. You know that. So you gonna be my sweet girl? Let me spoil you?” He trails the back of his hand down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone; down, down, until he’s gripping the waist he laced so tight just a few minutes before. “Or do you want me to run out and get a pack of needles?”

You have a choice. 

You can’t hesitate to jump into the opening he’s given you, so you don’t. You lean up and kiss him, a soft little chaste kiss, part of the routine you used to share; you start with sweetness, with pecks and whisper-light touches, and he grips your hair and doesn’t let you go until you’re breathless from his kiss. Then he’ll take you to the bed and you’ll hate yourself afterwards.

Your thoughts are bitter as your mouth responds automatically to his own lips, to his tongue that finds its way into your unwillingly inviting mouth. 

At least the corset will make you breathless faster.

[cryptiql]

riptide

pairing: dabi/m!reader

warnings: smoking, some mildly suggestive flashbacks + detailed descriptions of drowning. as always, please do not read forward if any of the listed warnings might trigger you in any way, and stay safe <3

words: 4.9k

a/n: welcome to the sequel of smoke signals. perish :)

dabi made a mistake. the knowledge sits in the bottom of his stomach like a lump of lead; his innards twisting into a knot whenever the memory of you crosses the expanse of his sleep deprived mind. the burns under his eyes might as well be bags, but they aren't large enough to bear the weight of his guilt. it isn't much better sitting on his shoulders, but the repercussions of pain are what keep him from letting it go, and that's exactly what he wants. no—it's what he deserves. he deserves the feeling like his head is going to burst; the ache in his spine from too many hours spent hunched over himself with a bottle clutched between his shaking hands; the burning intensity from overuse of his quirk. the extra inches of marred skin serve as reminders of what he did, but it's not half as satisfying when the pain doesn't last.

he wants to scratch at the wounds until they ooze that bitter garnet liquid; until he's suffocated by the metallic scent and forced to endure as the taste of blood engraves itself on his tongue when he chokes on it. he wants to suffer—the slower the better—because not even the strongest alcohol can cleanse his sins, nor the stench of his regret.

dabi made a mistake. it won't be the last time, he's able to admit, because his ego is too shriveled from the lack of your warmth, and his heart yearns for the passion of your kiss that still lingers on his lips. when the loft echoes with fragments of the city's ambience, drowning him in an incessant racket, he longs for the lighthouse. this place is infested with selfish ingrates, scuttling about in search of the next outcast to torment, and it makes him wish he still had that safe space at the shore. your siren song was a drug to put him at ease, and now he is without it, and the withdrawal has taken effect.

he knew this would come to pass. dabi overdosed on your love; your affection; your everything; all while watching the consequences unravel at a snail's pace, almost as if he were being teased by the inevitable end. he let it happen. he did this to himself, so he won't shake his hands at the sky, cursing gods he doesn't know exist; as if they would concern themselves with the faults of men like him.

he knew this would happen.

but then, so did you. you had to have known by the empty space in your bed where he used to lay; by the dates that kept getting postponed and the meaningless promises made to make up for them; by the shortage of visits, even just to say "hello" before he dropped from the face of the earth once more. if this were true, it meant that you were suffering just the same—nay, more than him, by forcing yourself into a state of compliance whenever he told you it was time for him to go. dabi could pretend like he didn't see your fingers twitching; resisting the urge to reach out for him; just as he could pretend like the rivulets of tears on your cheeks did not exist, though they begged to be swept away by him. god, he wants to hold your face again, noses brushing together and your dreamy sighs melding with his raspy laughter.

he had told himself that you wouldn't deter him from his goal, but even that seems like a pipe dream now. he feels like an underachiever, chasing a future that can't be set in stone when he already had you, which should have been enough. dabi realizes that the flames of his own passionate desire for freedom have burned you in the process, and it hurts more than he can put into words. you were always better with words, he reminisces, tracing the coffee stained parchment sitting in his pocket.

dabi has long since stopped reading the letters you sent, but he still carries them with him wherever he goes. they anchor him to both earth and sky; the reality that he's lost you, threatening to swallow him from under his feet; and the hope that he'll find you again, one day, after all this is over. "and just what do you think you're doing?"

you can see his reflection in the stove's glass sheen, his mouth drawn up into a devious smirk as he leans on the bedroom doorframe, clad in nothing but his briefs from the previous night. the purplish burns scaling his collarbone and abdomen give him a roguish look that—if you possessed no self-restraint—would normally have you lunging at him like a starved beast. you manage to smirk back at him, subtly shaking your hips while opening the stove door to pull out the doughy mound of bread inside. to your delight, you hear him grumble something not-so family-friendly before he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. you had never once thought that the feeling of staples against your skin would feel so good, but now you can hardly imagine being without it, and you immediately melt into dabi's touch.

he breathes softly in your ear, chuckling when you flinch in response, goosebumps stippling your flesh. by the way your cheeks puff out in embarrassment, he should take that as a sign to stop, but fuck, your pouting is just too cute for him to resist, especially when your worship-able body is basking in the afterglow of dusk. you keen when dabi starts peppering your shoulder blades with kisses, but nearly dropping the pan causes your senses to return, and you whisper a plea. luckily, he appears to be in a merciful mood, because he relents his onslaught of affection to rest his chin in the crook of your neck.

when he finally notices what you're making, he can't help but squeeze you tighter.

"is that a cake?"

you turn to give him a peck on the nose, which is rewarded with a halfhearted snap of his teeth just millimeters from your mouth.

"that'd be right. though, i'm astonished you know which way is up after last night." your sing-song tone of voice spurs him to squeeze your thigh, and you would have shooed him away if not for how much you liked it. dabi murmurs something unintelligible, the vibrations shooting straight down your spine, and proceeds to remove himself from you in order to better observe the baked delicacy.

"mm. what's it for?" he asks, discretely swiping a bit of the pink colored icing from the bowl to his right. sweet, but not sickeningly so.

you are none the wiser when dipping a spatula into the contents and smoothing it over the cake, a soft smile playing at your lips.

"you never told me when your birthday is, so i'm taking a wild guess. figured i'd whip this up as a surprise, but you woke up earlier than i suspected." dabi swears that his heart is about to burst from behind his ribcage, and all because you're too goddamn perfect. you may as well be a priceless work of art in museum that he's been prohibited from touching. however, the fading marks on your skin signify that he's done more than just touch, and he takes pride in the fact you can't seem to move further than two steps in any direction without faltering.

"i know angel food cake is your favorite—" dabi silences you with a kiss; bruising and passionate; and takes the spatula from your hand, blindly setting it aside on the counter. your protests are short-winded as he lifts you from your behind before promptly turning the oven off and spinning on his heel. he's memorized these halls well enough to not bump into anything during his trek back to the bedroom. you pull away, albeit with a hint of reluctance, just to glare at him.

"what about the—" dabi kisses you again, and while you don't seem too happy about being interrupted twice in a row, the shared heat between your bodies distracts you from being upset.

"you're off by about two months, doll. besides, i think i'd much rather have you as a late birthday treat."

dabi clenches his jaw at the memory, his knuckles whitening with how tenaciously he grips the tattered fabric of his jeans. the league's new base is just as rundown and close to crumbling as he feels, but his despair is masked by the rage that overpowers it. why couldn't you have been a normal couple? why couldn't dabi have grown up with a father who loved him; with a quirk that didn't gradually destroy him and without the resulting scars that made him a hideous monster in the eyes of all who saw him? why couldn't he be as beautiful on the inside as you said he was on the outside? why couldn't he just be happy, after all this time?

why? why? why?

dabi finds his answer hidden in the ashen battleground strewn with rubble and remnants of burnt remains. he finds it in the fear of his victims' expressions before the snare of death claims them in a flourish of blue inferno. it's written there in bold, ichor dripping from his fingers as they smear the message with red.

the privilege of living a normal life is, and always will be, beyond his reach. murder does not warrant mercy, and the only person willing to give it to him is miles away, still desperate for him to come back.

as fate would have it, you and dabi lived worlds apart, but you still look at the same sunset; the same array of stars forming constellations that told stories of your life shared together. they replay in his head like a record stuck on repeat, and only when the song ends does he find himself back in the clutches of his childhood trauma, rather than your embrace.

"dabi? dabi!" his trademark scowl automatically takes place when a finger prods and pulls at his cheek, the familiar voice of twice shaking him from his deep contemplation. jin has been so unfortunate as to suffer minor scorches from the ravenette's flames, on account of him being too bothersome at the wrong moments, and so he instantly backs away at the first indication of danger brewing in the air around him. with how on edge he's felt lately, he really should have gone on a walk to relieve some stress, but the looming knowledge that he can't go to the lighthouse would only ruin the trip.

dabi is fully prepared to smack jin's hand away until he sees what he's holding. he'd recognize that handwriting anywhere, and even without it, the scent of saltwater and freshly baked bread clings to the paper, altering him of yet another one of your efforts to communicate with him. dabi feigns indifference towards the object; quite the contrary to his thinning patience as twice waves it above his head excitedly.

"you've got mail! who's is from? probably a useless nobody! or maybe a secret admirer? but who would admire you?"

to his dismay, the commotion has grabbed toga's attention, and she veers over to their location with a giddy grin on her face. she all but drapes herself over dabi as he snatches the letter from jin, and it doesn't help his struggle when she clings to him like a koala. after a bout of kicking and shoving, he manages to break free of her grasp, grimacing at her lengthy, high-pitched whines of disapproval.

"and can you believe hawks was the one to deliver it? i didn't take him for a carrier bird. . ."

dabi doesn't hear the rest, nor does he intent to, because he's already making his way to the nearest exit with haggard breaths. whoever calls out for him and whatever they say are the last of his concerns right now, and they're abruptly cut off when he slams the door behind him. the summer heat wills beads of sweat to paint his forehead, but he soon finds comfort under the shade of a tree, cicadas buzzing noisily overhead. he would sooner keel over and die than thank the birdbrain hero for catering to him—and by extension, you—but now that the note is there, begging to be read, he can't help but feel some sort of gratitude.

"i need you to do something for me."

the bristles of hawks' feather hover over dabi's pulse in a threatening manner, but he feels no more in peril than he would at the cruelty of a baby chick. he knows the number two hero won't harm him, at least not without regretting it later, and this is the perfect time to use that to his advantage. hawks narrows his eyes at him, nose wrinkling in accord.

"why would i do anything for you after that stunt you pulled?" he snarls, and dabi almost has to laugh at the drastic switch in personality. the way he presents himself to the public is a true contrast compared to the persona only he and the league have had the pleasure of seeing.

"because if you don't, everyone will know you've been fraternizing with the enemy, and we wouldn't want number two falling off his high pedestal, now would we?"

this time, dabi audibly laughs when hawks' guise wavers. the other grits his teeth, slowly withdrawing the feather and allowing it to fall limp at his side. he revels in his victory, short though it be, and reaches into his pocket to procure a letter marked with your name and address. putting your location at the disposal of a hero isn't something he's proud of doing, but it's all he has left, and he doesn't have the resolve to tell you directly.

coward, his conscious mocks as he holds it out for hawks to take. the winged man stares at it with befuddlement, his movements stalling here and there when he seizes the paper between his thumb and pointer finger. dabi tuts lightly but menacingly, yanking hawks towards him by the wrist and igniting his quirk to leave a faint mark there.

"you're gonna deliver this for me, no questions asked. don't you dare open it."

despite the clear uncertainty, hawks took heed of the ominous demand and carried it out later that night. he had not expected a young man with tear-stained cheeks to greet him at the door, much less the endless babble of 'thank you's as you took the letter with shaking hands.

dabi hadn't wished for you to send one back, but the ongoing stream of them was considered fair, after he'd left without much of a trace. still, he had promised himself that he would never read them, for fear of it opening the wound inflicted by having to say goodbye.

dabi can't understand the sudden change of mind for the life of him, and yet, he finds that he doesn't care whether it opposes every rule he set to keep you safe—to keep himself safe. he tears open the envelope and slumps against the tree trunk, bark and leather grating together as he hesitantly unfolds the parchment, briefly shutting his eyes as a last act of resistance to the helpless cry from within; longing for the familiarity of your poetic words. instead of the delicate precision that was to be anticipated, dabi stared down at your messy scrawl, a carnal fear rising from within and causing his throat to clamp up. the memories begin to flash at a faster rate, like an old-timey picture film. dabi has just finished putting the kettle on to boil when hears the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of your slippers shuffling across the floor. he snickers, remembering that the only pair you have is the one he bought you; a well worn match that looks oddly like cloud bunnies. you've made sure to exemplify how much you love the gift by wearing them around the house on rainy or lazy days, all paired with a wistful smile. this morning is no different as you worm your way under dabi's hold and press your face into his chest, a satisfied groan escaping you when he cards his fingers through your hair and scratches the scalp.

the robe you wear is half-hanging from your shoulders, which makes for an enticing view from where dabi stands, but he simply kisses the crown of your head and continues waiting for the pot to simmer.

"did you hear that noise?" you slur, just barely discernable over the kettle's shrieking. dabi quirks a brow in question as you rub the leftover grogginess from your eyes, tiredly nodding at the back window.

"little past midnight, i think. coulda sworn i heard somethin' rifling around in the trash." dabi squints at this new information while eyeing your appearance. the dark circles and intermittent yawning indicate a lack of sleep, and if he weren't there to keep you steady, you might collapse onto the floor as a snoring heap. if it really disturbed him, he should have woken me up, he thinks, pulling you closer with an ever-deepening frown. you snuggle up to him as if it's second nature, sleepily giggling away when his digits stray too close to your side.

"s'probably raccoons, but if you're worried, i can stay longer just to make sure." you look up at him with nothing short of pure, unbridled adoration, cupping his face and squishing it gently, to your own entertainment. after a moment of consideration, you shake your head.

"nah, you're probably right."

the feeling hits dabi like a tidal wave, dragging him below the raging surface; far below where the light of day cannot touch. it suffocates him and brings rise to the sickening taste of bile on his tongue, but he doesn't have time to spare in throwing it all up, so he swallows it. withered patches of grass crunch under his feet as he peels himself from the tree and breaks into a dash, sparing your letter the flames fueled by his anguish as to let it drift in the breeze, the single sentence written on it already engraved in his mind.

it wasn't raccoons.

dabi doesn't care what shigaraki will have to say about this when he gets back. the only thing he cares about is that you'll still be alive to say anything to him when he reaches you, and that whoever has invaded your home is willing to die for what they've done, or what they're currently doing, and fuck—he isn't even sure if this is you calling for help or not, but he can't risk being right.

the distance between the base and the lighthouse feels lightyears apart, yet simultaneously at arms length when dabi is running at speeds he hasn't ever been able to achieve before. if he stumbles at any point during his sprint, or if he happens to bump into an unsuspecting civilian on the street, he doesn't notice. the resonant thumping of his own heartbeat is all that he can hear as he thanks the gods for the flow of traffic being so spaced out, otherwise it would be near impossible for him to reach you in time.

in time for what? he has to ask. dabi doesn't even want to think about the repercussions, but the scenarios arrive in rivulets despite the mental trapeze he goes through to push them down, and they only continue to grow into oceans; darker, colder and harboring thoughts too gruesome for even someone of his caliber to handle. he won't realize until much later that he'd forgotten to put on his disguise, but the way people ogle at him with fear and disgust does not suppress the need to protect you.

even now, he can sense the pressure building behind his eyes, though it's more painful that it used to be. dabi hasn't cried in months, and it shows by how unabating the rivers of blood trickle from his skin grafts, despite his feverish attempts to stop them. look at yourself, holding together by a thread and weeping in public like a child whose lost his mother in the crowd. it wouldn't have come to this if he had stayed.

something shifts in the scenery; a distinct line drawn between the city and its neighboring countryside; but it makes no difference to the impending peril that looms ahead. the closer he gets, the sooner he'll find you waiting for him, dead or alive. dabi staggers, his breath hitching at the thought, as well as the harsh sting of pain that erupts when his knee collides with the gravel below. he pushes himself forward in little time, a strangled yell ripping his throat raw as his vision settles on the top of the lighthouse, peeking over the hillside. you have to be there—you just have to. he isn't done with you yet, and you're sure as hell not done with him.

the earth is damp beneath his feet, and it soaks through the canvas of his shoes whilst he darts past the boulevard and onto your property, crying out to you. surely, you must hear him. surely—

dabi practically hurls himself at the front door, his blood running cold when it opens for him effortlessly and swings ajar to reveal the living room, upturned and scattered with broken bits and pieces of furniture. there's no sign of you or whoever did this. the oakwood flooring groans under his weight as he barrels down the hall, peering into every room, beneath your bed and any other place where you could be hiding. nothing. his search ends in vain at the front doorstep, where he stands hunched over and dry heaving. no, no, no. you can't be gone.

"y/n!" he shouts. his only response is the crashing of waves against the shore and the incessant cawing of seagulls. for a moment, dabi forgets how to breathe, and then the ability returns to him; his legs aching horribly as he rushes to the beach. the arrangement of rocks is sporadic at first, but they gradually form large clumps the further he carries on, urging him to squeeze between the narrower openings. it comes with some difficulty, but at last he is able to hobble onto the sandy coast and rest his sights upon the vast sea. he can recall when seeing its murky blue sea would have put him at ease, but now it only causes his senses to be clouded with distress.

"y/n!" the once calm ripples rise into rolling billows that drench the shoreline in frothy heaps of algae, wreckage and blood. it curls and disbands within the ocean to pollute its cerulean hues with ones of scarlet red, and just like that, dabi's heart sinks like the titanic. he'll never forget the sight of you, face-down in the water; your favorite shirt slashed to shreds, clinging to your body as nothing more than a tattered mess. dabi wades into the water until it reaches his ankles, completely numb to its freezing temperature as he sinks down to hoist you up. he rests you on his thighs and presses his lips onto yours with urgency, shortly pulling back so that he can thrust his palms upon your chest and push. he doesn't care to remember how many times he repeats this, but when he finally sits back on his haunches to release a stifled curse, the feeling of dread has only just begun to take control.

you've never looked so pale.

a guttural sob wrenches itself past his grinding teeth as more tears arise, dappling your cheeks like raindrops. it wracks his body and sends forth a surge of agony to course through his veins. dabi cups your face with a shaking hand, the other secured around your waist while he kisses you, his erratic pleas falling upon deaf ears.

"come back. . .come back." his bawling ceases to end, no matter the abrasive pain blossoming in his gullet.

"c'mon, doll. where's that sweet voice of yours?" his thumb strokes your bottom lip as though beckoning you to speak. when nothing follows, he makes a pathetic sniveling sound mixed with something broken; a blubber or whine, he does not know. the burden of your lifeless form causes the reality to set in; a dagger piercing his insides and twisting as to drag the most blood-curdling screams from him.

dabi loved you, and he wishes he had the strength to say it when you were still there. it was only within the presence of his own demons that he was able to utter his affections; curled into himself and waiting for a reply that would never come, carried on the wind that bit his skin. he loved you because you held him like a child when his father hadn't even the heart to acknowledge him as his own. you spoke his name—his real name—as though the blood on his hands was not there; like you had washed it away yourself through acts of tenderness that he did not deserve.

and now you're gone.

you're gone, and—

dabi's entire body jolts with a start, a familiar heat dancing across the grafts of his marred skin. a faint blue glow radiates from his fists, which are tightly fastened the weighted blanket that lays crumpled atop his legs. he lets go with a shuttering gasp, observing the black smudges that reside where his flames once were, then blinking owlishly at his surroundings. the room is shrouded in darkness, all save for the bedside table to the left of him that is dimly lit by a flickering oil lamp. that, and the spaces illuminated by the moon's brilliance, showering the floor with multicolored spots as it glistens through the stained glass window. something slots into place, but all it does is send dabi's mind into overdrive.

where is he? where are you? are you really dead? everything hurts.

his nails drag down the length of his arms, seeking some sort of comfort in the pain that blooms there. it doesn't last long, however, when the bed suddenly dips, and a soothing warmth is placed on the small of his back.

"touya?" you croak, your words lingering with the remnants of sleep. dabi—no—touya, swears that he could cry again, right then and there. his eyes flit over your torso, where several scars in varying sizes have desecrated the skin. as he idly traces the pink lines, one final memory surfaces from the depths of his subconscious. him, desperately pounding your sternum; the last threads of denial snapping in tune; and you, coughing and spewing both curses and whatever seawater that had clogged up your lungs. touya held you in that same position for hours, listening as your ragged wheezing turned into hiccupping sobs. hauling you inside had been no easy feat, and having to hear your muffled groans while he stitched you up by the crackling hearth was no better, but the evening after had been pleasant.

you could not recollect the face of the intruder, and with such little information to go off of, touya was left to wallow in self-loathing for love he had almost lost. no amount of therapy could prevent the following nightmares and panic attacks, but in time, the rekindling of your relationship was proved successful, and dabi was prepared to repay you for the moments where you consoled him.

it wasn't just a dream. it had all happened, and yet here you were, alive and well.

a pensive look crosses your features when you note how quiet touya is, and you take it as a sign to break the tension with a tried-and-true method from the past. he doesn't resist as you coo softly, pulling him under the covers and wrapping yourself around him, a garbled tune fleeing from past your lips before you press them to his shoulder. you trail the faintest of butterfly kisses along his neck, his jaw, his cheeks and so on. the anxiety coiled in touya's chest starts to untangle, leaving him as a trembling bundle of nerves in your arms as you shush him, your nimble fingers carting through his hair.

if he weren't so tired, he would have laughed at how the tables have turned; with you cradling him in the way he's so used to doing. still, not even he can deny that it feels nice to be held like this.

"s'alright sweetheart. i'm here. . ." you whisper, and the effect is instantaneous. touya stills as he inhales the scent of buttercream and fresh pine that wafts into the bedroom, his eyelids fluttering shut. all he can hope for is that your presence will drive away any nightmares that foreshadow his well-needed rest, and that when he wakes up in the morning, you'll still be at his side.

dabi made a mistake, and thousands more will come to pass, because underneath the grit and grime that makes up his callous exterior, there is a human being; struggling to survive and struggling to please, just as much as the next. but he'll never leave you again. he had promised you as such with the band of gold now encircling your ring finger, and as long as he lives, he'll never break it.

[imaloserbbyxoxo]

Dabi as a dad. That's it. That's the post.

please keep in mind i suck at writing so im sorry if this his terrible i'm just trying to make myself feel better

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It was late at night. Dabi wasn't sure what time it was, but he could only assume it was around two in the morning. He was unbelievably exhausted and worn out. So much work had to be done lately for the league and Shikaraki was running him ragged from all the orders and tasks he was assigned.

So much work had to be done, that he hadn't been able to sleep for the past day and a half. His body was starting to shut down, but he knew he had to keep on until the jobs were completed.

People in the league were the only ones that knew this secret Dabi had. He had a whole other life ever since three years ago. He had become a father. He never knew it would happen, he never even planned it. Honestly? He never really wanted to be a father, but ever since she was born, he was in love. A beautiful baby girl. Who would have ever thought? A son, maybe. But a girl? Whoa. That's a whole knew level.

Dabi and Y/N had been together for 2 years before the birth of their daughter. He really did love Y/N, but for some reason unknown to him, having a little girl made the love go even deeper. He never imagined he could love anyone, much less Y/N. His whole world was steadily changing around him, and he was doing all he could to cope with it.

The one thing hard about everything going on, was he had to be away from home. Away from his girls. Y/N knew he was in the league and everything that was going on in his life. She knew when they got together. She didn't mind it, really. Just as long as Dabi was safe. But she knew he would be. He was a really tough and tedious guy. He was constantly careful, no matter how big or how small the task.

But Dabi couldn't' help but stress about the girls at home by themselves. He had become so protective over them the past few years, and hated that they had to be alone most of the time. Nothing made him more relaxed than hearing their voices and laughs. It melted him, in a good way.

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After walking down this street Dabi found himself on, he cut down an alley. Once he walked down it a few feet, he leaned his back against the cold, stone wall of a building, and slid down it until he collapsed on the ground. Automatically, his eyes started to feel heavy. He needed to rest so bad. Maybe just a few minutes wouldn't hurt. Leaning his head back against the wall, he slowly started to drift away into sleep.

Time had passed and he hadn't moved. It only felt like a few minutes, but apparently it was about an hour of him napping. He was awoken by a tune on his phone. Normally, he would have ignored it, but this particular tune was set to only Y/N's contact, so he quickly pulled it out of his pocket.

Before answering, he glanced at the time. Four in the morning. What was she doing up? Dabi's heart started to race. He couldn't help but think that something was wrong. He hastily answered.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"...daddy?"

"Yes, baby? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I had a bad dream."

Dabi hadn't noticed, but his muscles were tense. Once he heard the words 'bad dream', he softened. Everything was okay. He knew it was, because even though it's unfortunate, nightmares were almost a daily occurrence with his daughter. From the trauma of his childhood, Dabi had aquired nightmares and night terrors of his own. Unfortunetly, his daughter picked up that trait. On a positive note, he knew how to deal with them more than Y/N did, so whenever this happened, he was the one to go to. Thank goodness the kid hadn't had any actual night terrors. Yet. Just bad dreams.

Rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them, he tiredly smiled and spoke. "You had a bad dream, huh?"

"Yeah. It was about you this time."

Dabi's smile faded. Most of the girl's nightmares where just simple things that kids fear, but the ones about him and Y/N were becoming more and more frequent. It was becoming concerning, but he just had to shrug it off. For her. He was still knew to this whole father thing, but one thing he did know was that you shouldn't' show worry in front of a kid, or they will start to worry. So he did just that. He blew off the worry in his mind for now and just had to focus on the kid.

"About me, huh?"

"Yeah! You had died in it."

"Is that why you're calling? Where you scared?"

"A little."

Y/N shouted from the background. "Don't let her lie! She woke up crying."

Dabi scoffed and smiled. "My poor kiddo..." he thought.

"You? Scared? I thought you weren't scared of anything, just like your daddy."

"I wasn't scawed! I am just like you daddy! Big and strong!"

His heart melted in a mix of good and bad feelings. He hoped she would grow up strong willed like him, but...not how he truly was deep down. All the trauma, all the pent up anger, all the troubles he has caused.

"Be strong like me, but kind like your mother."

"Okay daddy. I will!"

"Okay, baby. Can you hand the phone to mommy, please? I love you. Go back to bed and don't be scared. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"Okay daddy! I wub you!"

Dabi smiled. "Love you too, kiddo. Good night."

"Night daddy."

Shuffling noises were heard on the other end of the line. A different voice came on.

"I'm sorry to bother you while your working, babe. She wanted to talk to you and wouldn't take no as an answer."

"It's alright, doll. I wasn't busy right now anyways."

"Are you doing okay? Staying safe?"

"Yes, of course. You know that."

After a few more minutes of talking, Y/N said her goodbyes. She had to put the girl to sleep now and try to get some rest herself. Dabi said his goodbyes in return, saying I love you, and hung up his phone. He stood up from his resting position, and gathered up the strength to continue his work.

"Alright, back at it I suppose."

He lazily walked out of the alley

and back around the corner. He was met by a familiar face.

His boss, Shigaraki. His silver hair was long, down to the base of his neck, and he was wearing his trademark coat. They all had been working so much lately, that they didn't have the time to take care of themselves. Shigaraki specifically. His scratch marks were getting worse from his scratching due to stress. His hair was getting to long, because he didn't have the time to take care of it. Dabi knew better than to say anything though. Shigaraki had been on edge lately, and probably wouldn't hesitate to take care of Dabi's attitude in his own way.

"What are you doing here, dusty?"

Shigaraki scratched his neck a little, looking up at Dabi. "I followed you to make sure you were doing your tasks. You were the last stop before going back to the base. I've already checked on everyone else."

"Save the best for last, huh?"

"Whatever, patchwork. I couldn't help but over hear your conversation."

Dabi looked at him with tired eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"Do you miss them?"

"Well, duh. Of course I do." He changed his tune to a sarcastic one. "But you have to have these missions done, right?" It might have been the exhaustion talking, but damnit Dabi just wanted to go home. He missed his bed. The way the house smelled like candles because Y/N had an obsession with them. The way his little girl would run to him when he would walk in the door. He missed cuddling both of them in bed, as his daughter would drift to sleep watching tv. He missed it so much, he couldn't put it into words. He wanted to go home more than anything right now. But work had to be done.

As Dabi was in thought, his face contorted into distraught and exhaustion, and Shigaraki noticed. Maybe it was something in the weather this early morning, but he actually got a kind bone in his body.

"Go home, Dabi."

Dabi looked at him in shock. "But I'm not done-"

"I'm not gonna tell you again. Go home. I can tell your getting exhausted, and I don't need you passing out on me. I need you at your full potential. So go home and rest. Take as much time as you need." Shigaraki started to walk away. "I know you'll be back when your done resting so I'm not worried."

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Again, I am so sorry if this is bad. Also, I'm sorry for that ending. it's kinda shit, but I'm kinda afraid of writing more because I might ruin it. Anyways.... OTL;

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[maibi]

more than lovers, less than friends

dabi x reader

summary: letting go of dabi was harder than you thought, especially when you think he is the one that fills your emptiness

a/n: not proofread:/

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it was pouring outside. there was thunder and everything about today was just going wrong for you. you shouldn’t have been left alone with your thoughts, because that always ended up with you staying up all night, not knowing if living was actually worth it.

you looked up at your ceiling while you were laying on your bed, under the covers. the moonlight shone inside and the shadow of the raindroplets kept you staring at the ceiling. with every thunder you flinched a little. you had no good experience with thunder and didn’t enjoy even a bit of it. till a point it even scared you sometimes.

unconsciously your had went to you phone and without really knowing why you texted that one person that was able to calm you down. you had promised not to text him again or to reach out to him, but you were still figuring out so much about yourself and life that being alone was the last thing you needed. so you texted him.

“hey, Tou, you awake?”

you knew he was awake, he didn’t sleep. or at least you never saw him do. he’d be at your place a lot of the time, but the closest thing you had seen of him sleeping was him sitting next to you with his eyes closed. or how he would like to call it “resting his eyes”. you didn’t expect an answer back this quickly, but the ringing sound coming from your phone made you look at your screen within milliseconds.

“yeah, I’m awake. you need anything?”

you tapped the corners of you phone slightly and chewed the inside of your cheeks, thinking about something to talk to with him, without sounding pathetically scared.

“just wondering how you were doing.”

“you missed me that much? bold coming from the person that’s been ignoring me for the past two weeks.”

you felt your face heat up. you had indeed been ignoring him, thinking about how it should be positively effecting you. but it didn’t.

“it’s pretty bad outside isn’t it?”

you ignored his message, not wanting to explain why you did what you did. it’d be too much of a hassle to explain it to him, especially when you knew he didn’t even care. so you just changed the topic.

“yes and?”

you were taken aback by that. you knew he didn’t care much about the world and how it rolled. you just thought that maybe he’d catch on about the fact that you weren't really doing fine. You wanted him to notice, but you didn’t want to look pitiful. all you needed was a little bit of company, someone telling you you’d be okay, someone by your side to care for you. but maybe dabi wasn’t the right person for that.

“nothing really, just sharing the obvious.”

you started to regret texting him. perhaps you had pissed him off by ignoring him till now, but then again he wasn’t one to really care about stuff like that. he was the kind of person to just enjoy the moment and if you happen to be there with him he’ll enjoy it with you. but he wasn’t one to run after people or get mad about not being in touch.

you heard a click sound coming from your front door. you were sure you had locked it so you assumed someone tried to come in. your first thought went to dabi.

“you tryna get in the house or something?”

“me? im not at your place.”

your heart started to beat heavily in your chest. your breathing became unstable and you felt your hands slightly trembling. you clenched your phone in your hands as you closed your eyes. if it wasn’t Tou it was probably just the wind that knocked something over. you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t anything bad. and even if it was a person, you told yourself you locked the door over and over, trying to assure yourself that nothing was going to happen. but when you heard a loud bang coming you couldn't help but jump up.

“uh, Tou, is it alright if I text you back in a minute?”

it’s not like he was waiting for any kind of response from you or any kind of assurance that you were going to text him back. because he simply didn’t care.

“what's up?”

you were surprised that he even texted you back and that he even acted like he cared. you didn’t respond and stepped out of your bed slowly. you knew that checking what the sound is wasn’t one of the smartest things to do. but something inside of you made sure you moved automatically. you walked to your bedroom door and placed your hand on the handle.

your phone made a sounds again and before opening the door your eyes darted to your screen.

“answer me.”

but before you could even open the message you heard the banging sound again, making you jump slightly. you stepped outside of your room and slowly walked to the corridor, taking your time because the fear inside of you was building up. you kept hearing small noises, lock picking, door clicking, doorknob turning. you were trying to stabilize your breathing and walked up to the front door, trying to hear what was happening there. you ignored all the sounds coming from your phone and suddenly you heard one last loud bang before it went silent. it was silent for a a while and you jumped slightly when you heard a small knock on your door. you took a step back placing your hand over your heart and clutching you shirt.

you didn’t dare to open so you looked at your phone to see if you could call someone for help. you saw several messages.

“hello?”

“did something happen?”

“answer me?”

3 missed calls.

you texted dabi back.

“I think there is someone outside.”

your hands were trembling, but the response was quite unexpected to say the least.

“it’s pretty cold outside, so it would be nice if you actually opened the door now.”

you stared at your phone for a second, trying to process what he had just written. you blinked once, twice, multiple times before slowly placing your hand on the doorknob. you twisted it and indeed there he stood. Touya, or the well know dabi. totally soaked because of the rain and black hair slightly turning white because the water had washed it out. His arm was resting against the wall at face height. he was looking down but the second you had opened the door his eyes moved up to meet yours. you didn’t say a thing and stood there looking at him, dazed. your eyes darted to the ground next to him. a person laying there, not moving at all. and when you looked up at dabi he had a smug smile plastered on his face.

“not gonna invite me in”, he said while pushing his weight off of the wall and walking past you. while passing you he held your hand and pulled you with him. you had just enough time to close the door and lock it before he had you pulling you with him to your bedroom.

“what happened outside”, you said, finally able to say a word.

“you didn’t answer me so I assumed something was actually wrong. assumptions were confirmed”, he answered as he sat you down on the bed while he walked to the closet and took out a towel do dry himself.

what you didn’t expect was for him to get undressed right in front of you. but that was exactly what he was doing. stripping down from his clothing to only leave himself in his boxers. you didn’t even dare to look and lowered your gaze to your hands that were fiddling with the ends of your shirt. 

he was enjoying this, a smirk had formed on his face and he didn’t really have any intention of stopping what he was doing. 

you weren’t normally this taken aback when he did stuff like this, but after everything that happened just now you weren’t quite sure how to act anymore. he showed a side of himself that wasn’t really known to you. you had heard of him being quite the violent person, but you never saw it with your own two eyes, until now. the sight of the person laying on the ground bugged you.

you suddenly raised from the bed and looked him straight in the eyes. “I'm gonna check up on the person outside.”

you wanted to walk away before he could say anything and you partly succeeded, but he stopped you the second you placed your hands on the doorknob of your bedroom. you felt his presence right behind you. he had placed his hands on top of yours to stop you from opening the door and his face was disturbingly close to your neck and you could feel his uneven breath against your skin. you could smell the rain mixed with his natural smell and for a second you closed your eyes to take in how the mixture smelled like home. you suddenly forgot why you were standing there and the only thing on your mind was how his touch felt so intoxicating that everything just washed out of your brain and made place for only him.

his other arm wrapped around you and he brought his face closer to your neck and planted kisses all over it, painfully slow. as it was a habit, you automatically pushed your head to the side, exposing your bare neck completely to him. “I should really, uh-”, you said while breathing heavily not even knowing what words were supposed to come out of you. “checking up on-”, you exhaled loudly when he bit down on your skin, making sure it left a mark.

he turned you around and searched your face. you didn’t how to feel and the adrenaline was rushing through your whole body and your face was probably a bright shade of pink. “just how much do you actually want me”, he said with a smirk, but you were so lost in all of the emotions you were feeling right that moment that you couldn’t even answer. so in response you just placed your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

you let his touch drown you as you sunk in his embrace. the way he touched you and kissed you felt like a mixture of rush and softness at the same time. combining lust and care in one. the both of you knew you wanted each other more and more with every passing moment together.

suddenly the man outside was a lost memory and a concern for the aftermath. the only thing that mattered at that moment was the way you felt each other and the way you drunk each other. the way you both communicated without using words and the way you filled the empty holes together.

you weren’t sure what exactly was happening between the two of you. were you friend? lovers? in between? no one knew, not even him. but what both of you knew was that no matter how much you wanted to push each other away you always found your way back to each other. because in some kind of fucked up way, you completed each other and filled each other’s emptiness. perhaps you were more than lovers but maybe at the same time even less than friends.