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I recently had a tooth removed and my dentist advised me on many things but what I found funny was her saying "no kissing for a month" I found myself wondering how a couple would deal with this.

A scenario with LoV X Reader reacting and dealing with the news of no kiss for a month XD + them taking care of the reader

I love your work <3

oh i looove this one!! and thank you <3

NO KISSES FOR A MONTH!

ft. LoV

Shigaraki

He doesn't believe you at first, he thinks you're punishing him for something. Until he tries to kiss you and you wince in pain, then he's like o h, you're serious.

Then he subtly takes care of you. He comes home one day with ice packs and heating pads to help with the swelling. He makes the rest of the League deal with freezing and heating them up, but he always delivers them directly to you. He won't let you lift a finger unless you have to. He puts Kurogiri in charge of assisting you whenever you need it while he's gone, which barely happens bc he never wants to leave your side when you need him. He falls asleep on a couch next to your bed during the day, and always ends up spooning you at night <3

Dabi

He's PISSED about no kisses. He pouts about it literally all day. But when you start to complain about how in pain you are, he drops everything to help you. He'll hand feed you your meds and he'll tell Shigaraki he's off duty until you're better. He refuses to leave your side, such a needy guy. He makes you soup because that's easier to eat, and he'll blow on it to cool it down before feeding it to you - and yes, he indeed does feed it to you on a spoon. He'll keep you warm and safe, no matter what.

He's not great with the no kisses rule, so he kisses your forehead and nose and temples frequently. He just can't help himself. <3

Twice

He understands no kisses but he also DESPISES it!! He personally wants to talk to the dentist and tell them off!! But he also wants to shake their hand and thank them for taking care of you. In regards to that, he's somehow both the most gentle and the most distant. But he explains to you it's only because he can't stop himself from wanting to kiss you whenever he sees you! Still makes sure you know how loved you are, waits on you at every hour. He worries about you so much !! <33

Toga

Oh no kisses? No problem for our vampy girl! She gives you love in so many other ways. She cuddles and holds you, basically carrying you throughout the house starting when you came home from surgery. She's adamant that she can take care of you - almost to a fault. She starts to forget to take care of herself a little bit. You make sure to cover her in blankets when she passes out from exhaustion, and you end up taking care of her more than anything. <3

Spinner

He's a sweet guy, so of course he's not going to tell you how upset he is about not getting to kiss you. He looks disappointed at first, but then he realizes that means he has to show his affection through other ways. He taste tests all your food first so that they're soft and smooth enough for you to eat. He spends the days in bed with you playing video games while you rest, and he always ALWAYS makes sure that the room temperature is perfect for you. <3

Compress

Oh he's absolutely the most dramatic about it. While he understands you must heal, how can he NOT smooch those lips??? He spends the entire time trying to figure out a way to kiss your lips without it hurting you. Him and his silly magic - he actually attempts to hypnotize you just so that he could get away with it still - but he remembered how worth the wait it would be to be able to kiss you without you being in pain. He spends the rest of the time entertaining you with his whimsical stories <3

Kurogiri

Kissing isn't really a big part of your relationship, so he doesn't care entirely about that. What he DOES care about is how much pain you're in, and he wonders if he can transport the pain away from you. He hates seeing you sad, and does his best to take care of you. He brings you to the prettiest mountaintop to pass the time while you heal. He sets up a picnic for you both and you sit in silence together, happily. You're kinda glad you had surgery! <3

Magne

She's a bit mad about it, but she gets over it quickly when she realizes that the sooner you heal, the more kisses she'll get! She also waits on you hand and foot, she's sure to make sure to try and anticipate your needs before you even know what they are. If there's one thing she's gonna do, it's protect you from the stupid shit you usually do that causes you to get hurt (tripping is the number one thing). She will rush in to catch you everytime, and call you a ditz while kissing your cheek and carrying you to wherever you were headed! <3

[nikxierocks]

Don’t you think that Tomura, a man drowning in grief, who’s been denied affection, would cling to the league like a lifeline? Would go to sleep and each time he wakes up pray that they’re still there, still alive? Do you think he would ever forgive himself for losing twice, for letting the heroes get to them?

[veeepawoon]

Merry Freaky Christmas by your favorite magician 🎩

(Ref used)

[dee-writes-anime]

Cute fluffy Dabi story alert!! Your gonna love it 🥰

Dabi with a female chubby civilian girlfriend who he’s all lovey-dovey for, but one day he told her about he’s a villain? (After he ran into Mr. Compress and Toga on his way home) but she laughed and told him that she knew all along and that she loves him. And then Dabi introduced her as his fiancé to the league, she also explained that her quirk is a healing based but the healing part comes from the food she makes (like Julieta from Encanto)

Just Good Enough For You

FEATURING Touya 'Dabi' Todoroki x Reader

SUMMARY No matter who you are, you are just good enough for me.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, LOV crack, Dabi (ifykykyk), mentions of villiany and murder and stuff :)

AUTHORS NOTE stopppp cause this was the cutest, most wholesome request everrrr!!! Thank you so much for sharing this lovely thought with me, I really hope you enjoy how I brought it to life! <3 P.S. I promise the Toge fic is coming, college is eating me alive RAHH

Dabi had never been the type to hesitate. He’d burned bridges, enemies, and even his own emotions without so much as a second thought. But tonight, standing just outside your shared apartment, his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, he was hesitating.

He wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

A villain. A murderer. That’s who he was. And yet, somehow, you’d always looked at him like he was so much more. Like you saw past the charred skin and the cold eyes, straight into whatever piece of humanity he had left. And it scared the hell out of him.

He could still hear Mr. Compress’s voice ringing in his ears from earlier that day.

“So, when are you going to tell your girlfriend who you really are? She’s bound to figure it out sooner or later.”

Toga had chimed in too, her high-pitched giggles grating on his nerves. “Oh, I bet she’d love to see your flames up close! You should show her! I mean, doesn’t she already wonder where you go when you disappear for days?”

He’d brushed them off, made some snide comment about minding their own business, but the truth was, they’d struck a nerve. Deep down, Dabi knew it was only a matter of time before you found out, and he hated the thought of you hating him when that moment came.

With a sigh, he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. The smell of something savory cooking wafted through the air, and despite his anxiety, he couldn’t help but smile faintly. You always seemed to know when he needed comfort. Food had a way of soothing him in ways words couldn’t, and you, with your quirk and your gentle soul, were the only person he’d ever trusted to get close enough to touch his heart.

“Hey, lover,” your voice called from the kitchen, light and warm, like always. “You’re home late. Hungry?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you move around the stove. You were wearing that oversized sweater he loved, the one that made you look extra cozy and cute. He’d teased you about it once, calling you a “walking marshmallow,” but secretly, he adored how soft and chubby you looked in it.

“Babe?” you called out again, glancing over your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

His silence must’ve tipped you off because the smile you wore faltered slightly. Turning off the burner, you wiped your hands on a towel before crossing the room to him. The concern in your eyes only made the lump in his throat worse.

“Touya… what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your hands reaching out to grasp his scarred fingers.

He flinched slightly at the use of his real name. You always reserved that for the moments when you wanted to break down his walls. And damn it, if you weren’t good at it.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally muttered, his voice rougher than usual. His hand squeezed yours tighter, as though preparing himself for the worst. “Something you probably won’t like.”

The worry on your face deepened, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped closer, your thumb brushing over his scarred knuckles in that soothing way you always did when he was tense. “Whatever it is, just tell me. You know I’m here for you.”

He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise uncomfortably in his chest. Why was this so damn hard?

“I’m not who you think I am,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. His eyes dropped to the floor, unwilling to meet your gaze. “I mean, you know my real name, but you don’t know what I’ve done… who I’ve become.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to explain. He’d never been one for long-winded speeches, so he forced himself to just rip off the band-aid.

“I’m Dabi,” he said in a low voice. “The villain. You’ve seen me on the news, you know the stuff I’ve done. I’ve killed people. Burned them alive.” His jaw clenched, his entire body stiff with guilt and fear. “And if you’re smart, you’ll walk away. Right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening. He expected you to recoil in horror, to pull your hand away from his like his very touch would burn you. Maybe you’d cry, or worse—maybe you’d just look at him with that quiet disappointment that always cut deeper than any insult.

But you did none of those things.

Instead, you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face like you’d just heard the punchline of a joke. “Touya, seriously? Is that what you’ve been so worked up about?”

He frowned, clearly thrown off by your reaction. “What?”

“Babe,” you said with a soft laugh, stepping even closer to him, “I already knew.”

Now it was his turn to blink in confusion. “You… knew?”

“Of course I knew.” You grinned, tapping his chest lightly. “I’m not stupid, you know. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. You smell like smoke, you disappear for days, and your scars… I put two and two together pretty quickly.”

His mouth opened, then closed, as he processed your words. “You… knew?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, I knew, and I didn’t care. I still don’t care.” You cupped his face gently, your fingers brushing the rough, scarred skin that covered his jaw. “I fell in love with you, Touya. The man who comes home tired but still lets me cuddle him, the man who watches stupid shows with me even though he pretends he hates them, the man who makes me feel safe no matter what.”

Dabi was silent, his throat tight as your words washed over him. He had prepared himself for anger, rejection—hell, maybe even fear—but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. For you.

“How can you love someone like me?” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I’m a monster.”

You shook your head, your eyes softening. “No, you’re not. You’re just… hurt. And yeah, you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Your lips curled into a small smile. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re not as cold as you think.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. For the first time in years, he felt something warm spread through his chest, something that wasn’t the familiar burn of rage or vengeance. It was something else. Something softer.

“God, you’re too good for me,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

You grinned, tugging him closer until your foreheads were almost touching. “I'm just good enough for you, lover, and lucky for you, I’m sticking around either way.”

His lips twitched into a small, rare smile. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “Completely insane.”

“And you’re stuck with me now,” you teased, your voice muffled by his chest.

For a long moment, you stood like that—holding each other in the quiet comfort of the small apartment. Dabi’s heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was from something else. Something that made him want to protect you even more fiercely than before.

“You know what?” he murmured after a long silence. “I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”

A few days had passed since Dabi’s revelation, and despite the whirlwind of emotions that had followed, things between you and him hadn’t really changed. You still made his favorite meals, still teased him when he sulked around the apartment, and he still pretended to hate your random affection while secretly basking in it. But there was something else now—a quiet understanding that ran deeper than it had before. You knew who he was, what he had done, and you loved him anyway. And he, in his own rough-edged way, was learning how to accept that love.

Still, there was one thing he hadn’t prepared for yet—introducing you to the League of Villains.

The thought had been gnawing at him ever since that night. You had joked about being stuck with him, and in a way, you were. But to be truly part of his world, you had to meet the people he spent his days (and often his nights) with—the people who lived in the same shadows he did.

So, that evening, as you finished plating dinner, Dabi casually dropped the bomb.

“By the way,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, “you’re coming with me tomorrow.”

You glanced up from the dish you were preparing, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Where are we going?”

“To meet the League.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words, and then you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face. “The League? You mean, your League? The League of Villains?”

“Yeah, them,” he muttered, clearly not as thrilled about the prospect. His fingers drummed on the countertop, betraying his anxiety despite his nonchalant tone. “They’ve been pestering me about you for a while, so I figure it’s time they meet you.”

Your smile widened as you set the dish down, turning to face him fully. “You want to introduce me to your friends? Does this mean I’m officially your girlfriend or something?” you teased, though there was a hint of genuine excitement in your voice.

Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve always been my girlfriend. This just makes it… official, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “But don’t get too excited. They’re not exactly what you’d call ‘nice.’”

You chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I think I can handle it,” you said softly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “Besides, if they’re important to you, then I want to meet them.”

Dabi’s gaze softened, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt too big for his chest. “You’re too good for this world, you know that?”

You shrugged playfully, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I’m just good enough for you.”

The next evening, Dabi led you through the dimly lit streets of the city, the familiar scent of smoke and charred wood lingering in the air around him. He didn’t say much as you walked, though his hand never left yours, his fingers intertwined with yours in a grip that was both possessive and protective.

As you neared the League’s hideout, an abandoned bar tucked away in a forgotten part of the city, he paused, turning to face you with a serious expression. “Last chance to back out,” he said, his voice low. “Once you meet them, there’s no going back. They’re… different.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not scared, Touya. I want to do this.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening as he led you inside.

The bar was just as you expected—dark, dingy, and reeking of old alcohol and stale cigarettes. The wooden floor creaked under your feet as you followed Dabi through the narrow hallway that led to a back room. The faint sound of voices echoed from behind a door at the end of the hall, and Dabi paused once more, his hand gripping the doorknob.

“They’re gonna say some weird stuff,” he warned, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t take it personally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Weird how?”

“You’ll see.”

With that, he pushed open the door, and the first thing that hit you was the distinct atmosphere of chaos. The room was a cluttered mess of mismatched furniture, papers, and random objects strewn about haphazardly. Several figures were gathered around a large table in the center, and as the door creaked open, all eyes turned toward you.

Toga was the first to react, her eyes lighting up with unrestrained glee. “Oh my god, Dabi! You brought her!” she squealed, bouncing to her feet and rushing toward you with the energy of a hyperactive child. “She’s so cute! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us she was this cute!”

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you in a surprisingly tight hug. “I’m Toga!” she chirped, pulling back to examine you with wide, curious eyes. “I’ve been dying to meet you! Dabi talks about you all the time!”

“He does?” you asked, glancing at Dabi with a teasing smirk.

He scowled, crossing his arms. “Don’t listen to her.”

Before you could say anything else, a tall man in a mask stepped forward, his posture refined, yet his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Ah, so this is the famous girlfriend,” Mr. Compress said smoothly, giving you a polite bow. “I must admit, I was beginning to wonder if you were a myth.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she’s real. Get over it.”

Shigaraki, who had been sitting at the head of the table with his usual scowl, barely glanced up from the game console he was playing with. “Great. Another normie.” His voice was dismissive, though you could sense the underlying curiosity behind his disinterested exterior. “Hope you’re not too soft.”

“Trust me,” Dabi muttered, shooting Shigaraki a look, “she can handle herself.”

“Yeah,” you added, smiling sweetly. “I’m not as soft as I look.”

Toga clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down beside you. “Oh, I like her! Can we keep her?”

“Relax, Toga,” Dabi grumbled, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he subtly pulled you closer to his side. “She’s not a pet.”

Twice, who had been unusually quiet until now, suddenly burst into laughter. “A pet? That’s hilarious! But wait, no, I think she could be a pet! Or maybe a partner! Or maybe—”

“Twice, stop rambling,” Compress interjected with a chuckle. “You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the chaotic scene unfolding around you. It was clear that Dabi’s ‘family’ was as strange and dysfunctional as he had warned, but there was also something oddly endearing about them. Despite their rough exteriors, they welcomed you with open arms—or at least, most of them did.

As the banter continued, you caught Shigaraki glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching slightly as if he was itching to say something. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“So, what’s your deal?” he asked bluntly, his voice as rough as the skin peeling from his lips. “You got a quirk or something?”

Dabi stiffened slightly beside you, but you remained calm, meeting Shigaraki’s gaze evenly. “Yeah, I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I can heal people.”

Toga’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? You can heal? That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds,” you explained. “The healing comes from the food I make. It only works if someone eats something I’ve prepared.”

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone processed your words. Then, Twice broke the tension with a loud, exaggerated gasp. “She can cook?! Oh, we’re definitely keeping her!”

“Food that heals,” Compress mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s quite an unusual quirk.”

Shigaraki, however, didn’t seem as impressed. “Great. A chef,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his game. “As long as you’re not a liability.”

You felt Dabi tense beside you, his jaw clenching, but before he could snap at Shigaraki, you placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a liability,” you said firmly, looking directly at Shigaraki. “I’m here for Dabi, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki didn’t respond, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment that you had passed some unspoken test. Dabi’s hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as if to silently thank you for standing your ground.

As the evening went on, the tension eased, and you found yourself surprisingly comfortable in the midst of the League’s chaos. Toga was glued to your side, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and your relationship with Dabi. Twice kept bouncing between joking and making bizarre plans for your future involvement with the League, while Compress continued to make polite conversation, ever the gentleman.

Shigaraki, for the most part, remained focused on his game, though you caught him watching you occasionally, as if trying to figure out where you fit into their world.

And Dabi—well, he was quiet, but there was a certain calmness to him that you hadn’t seen before. He stayed close, his arm resting around your waist or his hand brushing against yours, as if grounding himself in your presence.

By the time you left the hideout, the moon high in the sky, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had survived your first meeting with the League of Villains, and despite their quirks—both literal and figurative—you could see why Dabi had chosen them as his found family.

As you walked home hand in hand with Dabi, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, he finally broke the silence.

“So… what do you think?”

You glanced up at him, your lips curling into a soft smile. “I think they’re… different,” you said with a chuckle. “But they’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

Dabi’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “You really are too good for this world.”

You shook your head, leaning into him as you continued walking. “No, I’m just good enough for you.”

For the first time in a long time, Dabi smiled—really smiled.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

[call-me-chips]

She absolutely gives the dirtiest side-eyes

[bsydelver]

Enough.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

do you guys think touya felt cold in the end?

touya, a boy who burned so brightly- who lived his entire life engulfed in vengeance and hatred like a forest fire- probably felt cold in the end. after years of chasing destruction, of slowly killing himself, he died alone. no heat, no flickers of flame or embers. just cold, and dark, maybe the sterile beeping of that high tech pod they stuffed him in.

and the worst part? he probably wanted it that way. he was so far gone, so consumed by hatred. his mother and sister still mourned him. his brothers still thought of him. his father, as horrible as he may be, regretted his actions.

but he didn’t want to heal. he wanted endeavour to suffer. and if he did realize that there were hands reaching out to him, reaching through the fire, reaching for him? his body was already failing.

when there was nothing left. maybe then he realized that he was still touya todoroki. and that deep down, he was still loved.

and thats really the cruelest part- shouto never gave up on him. his family still mourned him. there were still people wanted him to find peace. but they were too late.

[givetomurasomechapstick]

League of Villains and a Baby epilogue (?) headcanons

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Idk the word, just basically an analysis of how they are to you.

Notes: Baby!Reader or Toddler!Reader

Warning: Manga Spoilers!!

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Oneshot: The League of Villains and a Baby

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Tomura Shigaraki:

If you remember reading the one shot, then you know he didn't care about what happened to you.

He just wanted you OUT.

Truth is, the only reason he kept you is because he remembered what happened when he was younger, all alone...

He has a soft spot for you. Like, you may be the only member of the League he shows the most amount of affection to.

The blender joke ~ ("Why don't we just put it in the blender?" - Sonic)

If you cry, he tries his best to verbally comfort you (but fails terribly)

He will not touch you. If he HAS to, thick gloves on 24/7 until your gone. (How'd he get them? He probably stole bought them)

Will call you brat. That's your name to him, brat. But remember he's just terrible at affection 🥲

Shuichi Iguchi:

Basically is your mom.

Worried 25/8 about you non stop. And will never not be worried.

He was the one who found you after all. He wants to be an important person and role model in your life.

If you didn't read the one shot, he took you in because he tried to think of what Stain would do. Stain would never leave a child out! He would take them in!

Personally takes whatever he's currently eating and dices it up with one of his katanas if your hungry.

But if you cry, he is crying with you. Crying because he has no clue how to make you stop and your crying is so cute and fragile it feels like he's being stabbed hundreds of times in his heart.

(I know this is a running gag with me, but) Plays random Nickelodeon cartoons on his phone. (You know why I chose Nickelodeon)

He definitely calls you something like Star. Hey, gotta keep the 's' gag going right? (Stain, Spinner, now you need Star) Despite naming you (Y/N).

Himiko Toga:

Overprotective big sister definitely.

You looked at Baby (Y/N)? Stabbed. You teased Baby (Y/N)? Stabbed. You THINK about Baby (Y/N)? Stabbed.

Doesn't know how to hold a baby and holds you by your foot in her arms leaving you dangling about to fall. Toga is too oblivious to tell, and you seem to like it anyway.

Loved you at first sight. Already would sacrifice the world for you at first five minutes.

Crying? She already has a successful tactic. What? She just tells you about how cool Ochako and Izuku are. Your babbling means you like them too to her.

Will give you anything your making grabby hands at if your hungry. (Threatens whoever stops her)

So as you already know, she loves ranting about Izuku and Ochako to you. But she also shows you her collection of knives.

Calls you Baby (Y/N). No question about it.

Mr Compress:

The fun uncle.

He definitely probably compressed a ton of baby supplies by stealing it from the nearest store.

Literally treats you like a princess. Give him puppy dog eyes and he would do anything for you.

Definitely pretty protective when he first met you.

If you are crying? It isn't a problem. Magic tricks are a 100% guarantee because what baby isn't fascinated by literal pokeballs?

Makes sure the others don't feed you anything dangerous and also that it's cut enough. Otherwise, have you heard of premium baby food yet?

Just let's you watch Cocomelon on his phone. Like it or not.

Definitely calls you Princess. Because your like a little princess.

Dabi:

The bully big brother.

Teases you 24/7. Picks on you 24/7. It's like his weird way of showing affection to you.

Secretly would burn the entire world if anything happened to you, and then himself.

Like Shigaraki, didn't care at all what happened to you at first.

Crying? Quick small pat on the back and he's quickly handing you to Spinner. Watches it go down from a distance.

Will literally just hand over whatever you want to eat and then just walk away.

Literally is the most laid back with you out of all of them. He lets you out stickers and cute bandaids on his scars tho. But he WILL form fire in his palms if anyone starts laughing.

Also calls you brat. He isn't one for cute nicknames that involve unicorns and rainbows.

Twice:

Also like the fun uncle.

Split personality causes a lot of chaos. One moment he's having you giggle and the next your both hysterically crying.

Definitely also pretty chill about you. Now if you were in danger, like everyone else would also be, he'd be on edge.

He wanted to keep you when he first saw you.

If you are crying? Bet a thousand dollars he will cry with you. And he doesn't even know what it's about. The crying will only stop when someone comes to calm them down.

Also let's you eat anything. With supervision of course. (Shigaraki already threatened him and Dabi once about you)

His split personality can be entertaining sometimes. But he also just hands you his phone and lets you toggle around YouTube and watch literally whatever.

This depends which personality has authority at the moment. So it can turn from a cute name like unicorn and next it's brat (yet again with the brat)

(bonus!) Kurogiri:

The nanny.

Anything happens when your with Shigaraki or Dabi? They'll literally throw you to Kurogiri.

Kinda like Compress, he only feeds suitable food to you. Nothing like chips or cookies when he's watching. (Just imagine how it was like when Kurogiri was gone)

If your crying he sings you lullabys and rocks you to sleep. Is unashamed to do it as long as you like it. Which you do.

So you have a pretty strong bond with Kurogiri because of this.

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This takes place after the *cough* Magne incident, so *cough* she couldn't meet you.

[bked0n-amoxacillin]

Sleepy sleep

(idk wtf the title is. And I KNOW this is ooc and he wouldn’t let this happen if Jesus came down and told him to right to his face. BUT let me have my moment😔.)

The hideout was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old building settling. Everyone was either asleep or pretending to be—except for you. Sleep had been evading you for hours, leaving you restless and irritated. With a sigh, you pushed off your mattress and padded barefoot into the dimly lit hallway, hoping a short walk might clear your mind.

That’s when you heard it—soft chuckling coming from a room nearby. Dabi’s room.  

Curious, you stepped closer, peeking your head in through the slightly open door. He was lying on his bed, the dim light from his phone casting a faint glow over his face. His purple scarred lips curled into a smirk as he scrolled through whatever had amused him so much.  

“You know, for someone with a ‘brooding loner’ aesthetic, you sure do laugh a lot,” you teased, stepping inside without invitation.  

Dabi didn’t even flinch. He just flicked his eyes up at you before turning his attention back to his screen. “Didn’t know you were keeping track,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words.  

You sat down beside him on the bed, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admitted.  

“Yeah? And you thought bugging me would help?”  

“Maybe.” You leaned in a little, tilting your head to see what he was watching, but he locked his phone and shoved it under his pillow before you could catch a glimpse.  

“Lame,” you scoffed, earning a quiet chuckle from him.  

A beat of silence passed before you glanced at his hand, remembering something you’d been meaning to ask for a while. “Hey, show me your quirk.”  

Dabi arched a brow, as if debating whether or not to humor you. “You’ve seen it before.”  

“Yeah, but not up close like this.” You leaned forward, eyes bright with curiosity. “I think it’s cool.”  

For a second, he just stared at you, unreadable as ever. Then, with a low exhale, he raised a hand and flicked his fingers. A small blue flame sparked to life, flickering between his fingers. The eerie glow of it reflected in his eyes as he lazily twirled the fire between each finger, moving it seamlessly like a trick he’d mastered long ago.  

You watched, completely mesmerized. “That’s so cool,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.  

His smirk grew slightly. “Yeah?”  

You nodded, entranced by the way the fire moved so naturally in his hands, like an extension of himself. “It’s different seeing it up close like this. The color is pretty.”  

Dabi rolled his eyes, but there was a certain softness in his expression. “It’s not exactly fireworks, Y/N.”  

“I still like it.”  

He let the flame dance a little longer before finally snuffing it out with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Alright, you got your show,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “Now what?”  

You hesitated for a moment before lying back beside him, staring up at the ceiling. “Now, I try to sleep. But I think I’ll stay here.”  

Dabi sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re a pain,” he muttered, but he didn’t tell you to leave. Instead, he shifted slightly, making just enough room for you to get comfortable.  

The hideout was cold. *Bone-chillingly* cold. The kind of cold that seeped into your skin and made it impossible to get comfortable, no matter how much you curled in on yourself. The League was far too broke—and too concerned with staying hidden—to afford heating, and with it being the dead of winter, the building felt more like a freezer than a place meant for people to live in.  

You shivered involuntarily, wrapping your arms around yourself. Lying next to Dabi had helped a little, but the thin blanket covering his mattress did nothing to keep the cold at bay. Meanwhile, he seemed completely unbothered, still scrolling on his phone like he wasn’t feeling the temperature at all.  

Then it hit you. *Of course he isn’t cold. He’s a walking space heater.*  

A quiet smirk tugged at your lips as you shifted slightly closer. At first, you tried to be subtle about it, inching toward his side little by little. But after another brutal gust of wind snuck through the cracks in the walls, you gave up on subtlety altogether.  

With zero hesitation, you pressed yourself right up against him.  

Dabi tensed immediately, finally glancing away from his screen. “Uh—what the hell do you think you’re doing?”  

You buried your face against his shoulder, sighing at the immediate warmth that spread through your skin. “Warming up,” you mumbled. “You’re like a human furnace .”  

Dabi scoffed, but he didn’t shove you off. “Yeah, no shit.”  

You hummed in response, already feeling your body relax as the cold slowly melted away. His warmth was addicting, soothing in a way you hadn’t expected. Without even thinking, you snuggled in closer, throwing an arm lazily over his torso.  

Dabi stiffened again. “Okay, now you’re pushing it.”  

“Shh,” you hushed him, voice laced with sleepiness. “You’re warm. Just let it happen.”  

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. You could feel him debating it, probably weighing how much effort it would take to push you away versus just dealing with it.  

Then, to your surprise, he let out a low sigh and shifted slightly. Not away from you—*but toward you.*  

“Whatever,” he muttered. “Just don’t start drooling on me.”  

You grinned sleepily, already drifting off as his warmth fully enveloped you. “No promises.”  

Dabi huffed, but you swore you could hear the faintest hint of amusement in it. He didn’t move after that, just kept his phone in one hand while his other arm rested loosely near your waist.  

The hideout was still freezing. The wind still howled outside. But pressed up against Dabi, wrapped in his steady heat, you felt nothing but warmth.  

And for the first time that night, sleep finally found you.

[shipshinablog]

[divinegayness]

I think it's really funny (but also just really sad) that in the end there are still a lot of people irl who just see the league as mass murderers. They wound up mimicking the society that turned them into villains in the first place and that kind of says something not only about Horikoshi's accurate storytelling but also how BNHA society is kind of a reflection of our own, just with heroes and villains. And yeah it's an anime and not that serious but it is to me.

[veeepawoon]

🔸️Mr Compress in the new merch art 🔸️

Og pic ⬇️

[a-sound-sol]

Hi, I hope you are well

I would like to request a scenario with the League of Villains with a reader who is also part of the league but is an inactive member due to a terminal illness, perhaps the reader is an important piece to All for One's plan

(can you add afo too?)

Is it possible to write something platonic? Just how they treat the Reader there and reader's condition, feel free to modify and thank you 😋

Terminally ill Reader Headcanons!

ft. LoV , platonic

background: your quirk is whatever you want, but the drawback to using it means your illness accelerates. thanks for the idea!!!

Shigaraki

recognizes your fragility and requests that you become inactive - it becomes a point of tension for the two of you.

he really just doesn't want you to be in danger, but you can't help but fight him on it. you still wanna help the only family you've known.

he works out a deal with AFO (keep reading) in order to keep you alive and in the league.

he's the last person to say goodbye when he leaves on missions - he just likes to be alone with you a minute longer. he takes what he can get when it comes to time with you.

Dabi

he wants you out of the league. he actually is the one who chose you to join, seeing how sad you were out on the streets.

but he grew to care for you more than he wants to admit, and he can't handle seeing you be hurt

he can't help but feel guilty for bringing you in, but he still takes care of you in ways he feels he can (bringing you food, helping you change any bandages, etc)

if anyone was going to find a way to keep you breathing, it's him.

Toga

she does blood transfusions for you relatively often! she has no issue doing so either.

when it comes to protecting you, she's a little feral about it. but you were the first friend she made in the League, and you're special to her because of that.

she's been known to drink your blood and use your quirk so that you don't have to, and luckily the side effects don't hurt her, but she can't hold the form for long.

When she's home visiting with you, she helps you change and brushes your hair while telling you stories

Twice

he actually cannot believe it when you start getting sicker. he cries and rages over it

he's the first to pull a blanket over your lap and bring you some juice before walking away because he knows if he stays too long he'll get more attached (he's already attached)

you're his favorite league member besides toga. you three are a trio.

he buys you ice cream even though he knows you need better food than that (he doesn't care, it makes you smile)

Spinner

he's going to be your support system best he can! he always offers to take you to treatments

tells you you're going to be okay even when you're getting put on machines and having tubes attached to you. he stays.

he will ensure your days are always enjoyed, even if you only laugh a little (aka he says dumb jokes to make you smile)

if you go, a little bit of him goes too.

Kurogiri

he will take you to every appointment, and will make sure all doctors know exactly how to care for your condition

monitors your heartrate, the way it beats, and lets the other members know when it's irregular (this happens when you see _____ (insert your fav LoV member)).

he's not great at comforting, but he is good at keeping you company. you never feel alone because Kuro is always there for you.

Mr. Compress

this man will pretend like you being sick doesn't affect him. oh it DOES!

you're a dear friend to him, always wanting to hear his stories and watch his newest tricks

so, when he finds out about your sickness, he doesn't let you know how much it hurts him to know that you've been hurting yourself to help all of them.

he doesn't treat you any differently, but he starts to value the time with you even more dearly. you're so close to his heart.

Magne

she will do anything to make sure you're going to get better

she's honestly a little in denial about your illness at first too

but she realizes the severity when she visits you at the hospital once, and she breaks down and cries

she holds your hand and tells you how you still have that kind look in your eyes

AFO

he's really good at pretending he cares, and that's just what he does.

he knew that you would become terminal with the use of your quirk, and he knew the rest of the League would love you.

that's why he kept you around, anyways. he wanted the emotional leverage over the rest of the League.

he's the one who gave you that quirk, after all. your poor parents didn't think they had a choice.

but you don't know about that.

he lets you live without knowing you're a pawn in his game.

[10crayon-dust01]

🌀 || 🔥 “You want them off..?”

Tw// Shigadabi smut, clothed teasing, oral sex?… freakaraki

A low groan escaped Dabi's lips as he felt Tomura's mouth pressing against his pants. The heat and dampness from the other's tongue was almost too much for him, the need to feel more beginning to overtake him.

He reached down and placed a hand on the back of Tomura’s head, applying a light pressure to encourage him.

“Yeah.. that's good..”

Tomura would keep his gaze fixated on Dabi while he licked at his pants, watching the larger man squirm. Dabi could tell what Tomura was trying to say, his expression almost desperate. He held eye contact with the other man for a few more moments before he smirked slightly again, his voice still soft and sultry.

“You want them off..?”

• • •

Tomura would grin as Dabi began to unzip his pants.