#dabi comforts you

[robynhoodss]

Dabi Comforts You {A Sleep Playlist}

Based on this youtube/spotify playlist (x)

a/n: basically, I have listened to this playlist on repeat for the past two years and it has gotten through some of the hardest times in my life. These songs are my saving grace and my comfort in the darkness. Please listen to the playlist while you read <3

pairing: dabi x f!reader

contains: comfort, thunderstorms, Dabi being soft, f!reader

ao3: (x)

The first time it rained after she had joined the League of Villains was a rough night. She had just finished a mission that left her breathless and looking over her shoulder, fear creeping over her spine. She liked the rain, but didn’t like the loud thunder that tended to follow. Now, it felt as though she was being watched, and she hated the way it made her feel.

She tossed and turned in her bed for a little bit, shaking every time the thunder boomed as if it was happening right on top of their building. At some points, the entire building would shake, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to convince herself that everything was going to be okay, but a part of her didn’t believe herself.

Finally, she had enough laying in her bed, waiting for the roof to come down on her. She slipped out of her room and padded down the hallway with soft footsteps, not wanting to wake anyone else up. She headed towards the common room, surprised to see the flash of the television across the open door. Peeking her head in, she was even more surprised to find Dabi sitting up, flipping through channels.

She stepped into the room, clearing her throat to announce her arrival. When he didn’t spare her a glance, she walked around the edge of the couch and took a seat a fair distance away from him. He said nothing as he continued to flip through channels, looking bored and exhausted.

His eyes had bags underneath them, his dark hair ruffled and his eyes drooping low with sleepiness. She thought to herself that he looked good ruffled, before quickly banishing the thought. They had only talked a handful of times, and while she found him funny and attractive, she didn’t want to develop a crush.

When he found nothing to watch, he tossed the TV remote to the side and looked at her. “What’re you doing up?” He rasped, his voice rough from disuse. She shrugged, rubbing at her eyes. She jumped lightly when thunder sounded, glancing up at the ceiling to see if there were any cracks that were forming. It would be just her luck for the ceiling to come down in the middle of her conversation.

“Scared of a little rain?” Dabi said with a small smirk, leaning towards her to look her in the eye. She shook her head quickly, opening her mouth to respond when Dabi leaned back and scoffed. “I don’t care.”

A little put off, she said nothing in return, turning back to the TV which was filled with static. “It’s the lightning and thunder I don’t like.” She whispered finally, wringing her hands together in her lap. Dabi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip rings gently. He dug his phone out of his pocket, fiddling with it before music started to play.

It was soft, melodic music that instantly put her at ease. She listened to the music he chose, surprised that he would listen to something like this but grateful nonetheless. The music filled the air between them, and she closed her eyes as she swayed, listening closely. It started off with Cigarettes After Sex, a soft tune that seemed to relax her. 

Dabi watched her out of the corner of his eye, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. When the next song started playing, he leaned over to set his phone on the coffee table, angling it towards her so she could hear it clearly. She leaned against the armrest of the couch, trying to get into a comfortable position.

He watched her shift around for a minute or so before he scoffed once more, leaning his arm along the back of the couch. “C’mere.” He said gruffly, gesturing to himself. She stared at him for a second, which caused him to chuckle. “I’m not going to say it twice.” 

Hesitantly, she crawled over to his side, leaning against him and resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer so she was almost sitting in his lap. Every time the thunder hit, she would flinch a little and he responded by rubbing her shoulders with his thumb gently.

Slowly, she settled down, barely paying attention to the thunder that began to sound more and more distant. Instead, she listened to the music and focused on the way Dabi felt underneath her. She was curled up in his lap, eyes closed with her head against his chest. It was the slight rumbling that came from him that caused her to glance up.

He was staring into space, humming along to the song quietly. She smiled in response and snuggled back in, listening to him sing along to the music. His voice matched the pitch, knowing the song very well, and it only served to relax her more.

By the time she fell asleep, they had gotten through the entire playlist, Dabi humming and her listening. She was completely relaxed against him, mouth slightly open in her sleep as she took in deep breaths. The playlist continued to play in the background as she slept against him, clutching his shirt in her hand.

By the time she woke, he was gone and she was sprawled out on the couch. She rubbed at her eyes, looking around, surprised to find his phone still on the coffee table. It was still playing the same songs, as if he left it for her. She smiled to herself, getting up and turning the phone off, intent to find him. They said nothing as she handed the phone back to him, only exchanging private smiles before heading their separate ways.

From then on, whenever it rained, she would find him in the common room. There, she would spend the night curled up against him as he hummed those twelve songs to her. It was blissful, and part of her wished they could do this more often. She knew better than to push however, grateful for any bit of companionship he was offering. It wasn’t until Toga caught them together that Dabi tried to make the effort to spend more time with her. After that, their relationship blossomed into a hesitant one and they met more often than not late at night.

[frickingnerd]

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk

pairing: touya todoroki / dabi x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, painful quirk / quirk with drawbacks, league of villains member!reader, protective!dabi, touya has a crush on you

you met dabi when you joined the league of villains

you were responsible for patching up the villains after their assaults against the heroes

at first, dabi didn't think much of you

but the two of you started to chat with each other a little each time you were healing him

he realized that you were too nice to be a villain and yet you had decided to stick with them

you could've joined any hero agency you wanted to with your quirk and yet you had landed here – with the villains!

he was intrigued by you and he couldn't help falling for you

dabi started to ask more questions about you, to learn more about your past, trying to understand you better

and it was during all of that that he discovered something about your quirk. something you had been hiding from him and the league of villains

your quirk had always seemed a bit too perfect in his eyes. you could heal any wound and it would barely even leave a scar

but there had been a drawback to your quirk. one that you had been keeping a secret from everyone

whenever you were healing someone, you could feel their pain

all those times when he came back half dead and let you heal his wounds, you could feel his pain as well…

as soon as he realized it, dabi started to feel horrible about it

he had put you through so much pain, without even realizing it! you were suffering all those months with him…

and you were healing the other members as well!

he couldn't even imagine how painful it must've been to be burdened with everyone's pain each day

now that dabi knew about the drawbacks of your quirk, he tried to avoid letting you use it

and he started to scold anyone who depended on your quirk too much

dabi would much rather prefer to watch his comrades suffer than you…

[headintheclouds-posts]

You’re lay on your front in bed, body tired from a long day. Your head tilted to one side to look at the man you love, his eyes drowsy as he slowly succumbs to the comfort of the mattress.

Though tired himself, his large warm hand rubs gently across your shoulders in rhythmic motions and he mutters loving words in a voice barely above a whisper.

Utter bliss is all you feel right now, the calming comfort of your cozy bedroom causes your brain to let go of todays worries. The moonlight cascades in through the large palladian window, painting the room in the cosmic colours of the sky, whilst the pitter-patter of rain lightly taps against the window, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You move you body to lay facing him, which causes his muscle memory to move into gear, pulling you into his chest so his nose is pressed into your hair coaxing a happy sigh to fall from his lips.

Love resonates inside this home and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[katswifey]

K. Bakugo x !afab reader! His s/o with a small chest. 🍒

Genre: Fluff + Slight nsfw mention + comfort ♡

Katsuki honestly never really noticed nor really cared about the size of your chest. He’s always been looking for someone with the same attitude as him. Someone who’s strong and pretty independent. But regardless he loves you for you! No questions asked. If he sees you being insecure about the size difference out of every other girl in class, you are in for a lecture..

“Y/n, you are so dumb. I don’t care what size your chest is. So stop whining about it.”

He’d huff at the end of these conversations more often than usual. But a lot of the time you’d find a reason to still be upset. (me fr)

“Katsuki, you don’t get it. Every girl in our class has these big boobs and it just makes me wonder if I’m even remotely attractive.”

Tears stained on your face. He’d sigh and pull you into a tight forceful hug.

“Your body is the last thing I’m worried about. All I want in a partner is you, regardless if you have a hot body or not. To me, your body is perfect anyways. lemme tell you right now. You are perfect Y/n, don’t let these thoughts or useless other people make you think otherwise, got it?”

As you hug him, you silently cry into his shirt and eventually look up at him and nod.

“I love your tits the way they are. I love everything about you, that’s a fact. No one should have an opinion anyways, and if they do the only opinion that matters is mine. I love the way they feel and look when I have my way with you.”

While blushing, you start to feel better overall. You still aren’t completely confident about your chest, but hearing what he had to say made you think so much more less bad about yourself.

“Thanks Kat, I’m sorry. I wish I was more comfortable and confident in my own skin but, it’ll get better I’m sure. I’m glad though you love me, for being me. I guess being less visually attractive has its own special benefits.”

You smiled feeling better, pulling away from his embrace wiping away tears. He nodded and kissed you on the lips.

“Mhm, I know I’m not the best with words or whatever. But I mean what I say you know. Even if it’s harsh or not. You the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.”

You looked at him with pure awe and just wanted to smother him with your unconditional love and affection. You dragged him to his dorm and you got into some pajamas, basically just short shorts and a baggy t-shirt of Katsuki. Both of you cuddled til the lights were out and both you were sound asleep.

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A/n: AAAAHH!!! First actual post!!!!! Feel free to leave me suggestions!!! This was super fun and I love to write!!! Give me some good scenarios!! 

[thehusbandoden]

Tomorrow -Dabi x Reader

A/n: I must warn you... I'm rusty xD

It's not my usual writing style, for some reason I default to this when I'm trying to get out of a block? *shrugs*

Anyways here you go, I hope it's not too terrible. <3

Not edited, I'll probably rewrite/add onto it later on.

General info:

Genre: reverse comfort w/ angsty undertone \\ wc: 405 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 05/31/24

Warnings!: hints(?) of Dabi's past, hinted nudity (showering together- not vividly described!), Dabi overusing his quirk, mention of shutting down when confronted, mentions of wounds, mention of slowing killing oneself (overusing quirk), idk what else? Please let me know if I miss anything!! <3

Heavy footprints alert you to Dabi entering through your apartment window, his eyes dark with exhaustion, his body covered in wounds. Most noticeably fresh *burns*. Your heart aches for him as you gently help him into your shared bedroom, he immediately slumps into you as you lead him to the bathroom.  

His eyes flutter open as you begin cleaning out his wounds, swiftly beginning to close again. You smile- all be it painfully as you tend to the man who stole your heart. You clean out all the visible cuts first, helping him up as you walk him into the shower.  

He slumps into you as you bathe him, your hands gentle and loving. Foreign to his rough past. He trusts you completely, falling asleep before flinching awake seconds later. You don’t say anything, yet. He’s exhausted, he needs rest before you scold him for his reckless behavior for the umpteenth time.  

You gently dry his hair, helping him into pajamas. You apply aloe vera to his burns, ignoring the hissing curses he mutters under his breath, weakly attempting to push your fast-working hands away.  

Once you’re finished you quickly pull on one of his baggy T-shirts, quickly finishing the necessities of your night-time routine. Lifting the covers up, you- with great difficulty- push Dabi into bed, his turquoise eyes too exhausted to even process what’s happening, he instinctively just melts into you.  

After several minutes you catch your breath before climbing in beside him, laying his head on your chest. He melts into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.  

Mere seconds later he’s fast asleep, his entire body relaxing in the presence of what he cherishes most. 

When the morning comes, you’ll scold him for being so reckless- so *stupid*. He was slowly killing himself, and you were forced to watch it happen. You would, once again, try to convince him to forget about his father and run away with you- forget about the league, about society, about *revenge*.  

He would most likely shoo you away, stubbornly refusing to listen to you once again. He would brush away your concerns and worries, tell you how silly you’re being, and shut down if you pushed the matter. 

But for now, you could just hold him. He could rest, find peace, and be loved for the first time in a *long* time.  

The rest could wait until tomorrow.

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[thesakuragarnet]

The Nightmare (Reverse Comfort Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions.

Tags: Dabi X Fem!Reader, Reverse Comfort, Second Person POV, light angst, bl00d, kissing, cuddling, established relationship, swearing

Word Count: 1,291 words

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Touya Todoroki shrieks, pulling at his hair as he wakes up in an overwhelming fit, overheating and crying...or at least, crying as much as he can with burnt tear ducts. He grits his teeth so hard he’s worried they might crack. His fingernails catch on the scars under his eyes as he claws at his face, wincing as a small yelp of pain bursts from his lips as fresh blood streaks down, sullying the staples that should’ve been cleaned earlier in the week. Truthfully, he couldn’t feel a thing…physically…the small noise of agony was rooted in his heart. He hadn’t been doing well whatsoever; ever since the number one hero spot was just handed to Endeavor after everything he’d put them through…everything he’d painstakingly carved into Touya’s heart, Dabi couldn’t take it. It wasn’t fucking fair. None of it was fair. It proved that hard work meant nothing. All the training on the mountain…burning himself…hurting himself just to prove he was worth a shit. It meant nothing. It was all for nothing. 

Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions. 

“Dabi?” You yawn, rubbing your eyes as you try to sit up. “Are you okay?”

“I’M NOT CRYING!” He shouts angrily, whirling around, making you flinch at the roughness and desperation in his tone. His eyes widen when he watches you shrink back, blood pouring even more down his face as he starts swearing at himself. You know he has anger issues, but this is the first time he’s lashed out at you. His eyes are distant, brilliant turquoise glazed over, and the familiar smell of burning flesh permeates the air as thin plumes of flame begin to slide out of the left side of his face. 

“Dabi, you’re burning up,” You mutter, your tone hinting at your panic. 

He seems dissociated for a minute, acting confused…as if he doesn’t know his own name. He blinks before registering the dull burning sensation that he can barely even feel at this point. He barely registers that the side of his face caught fire. 

“Shit,” He grunts, the corners of his eyes scrunching and his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in a shuddering breath. Ignoring his obvious breakdown, you get on your knees and approach. Your Quirk is Fireproof; it’s one of the main reasons you and Dabi had learned to click so much. You were the only one that could quell his flames. Tentatively, you cup the side of his face, pressing your palm into his skin and snuffing out the azure fire instantly. He closes his eyes, shoulders rolling, breaths staggered and shaking as his chest rises and falls. Your hand moves to run through his tangled black hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp, hoping to ground him in some way. Your heart twists at the rivulets of blood seeping down his face, staining the sheets beneath him as it drips down his chin. You can’t stand seeing him so broken like this…especially when he puts up that cold and callous front all the time. It’s such a stark contrast to the persona you’re used to. 

“It’s okay…I’m right here,” You whisper softly, aware of how silly it might sound. Silliness aside, Dabi takes another deep breath, deliberate and slow, as if he’s breathing you in. His hands drop, shaking as he tentatively wraps his arms around you, burying his face into the top of your head. He mumbles something that sounds halfway between a curse and an apology. 

“Can I ask what’s wrong?” You tentatively mumble, and Dabi’s hold on you tightens, his fingernails slightly digging into the fabric of your sleep shirt, just barely grazing your skin. He pulls back.

“Nightmare,” Dabi admits after a brief moment of silence, the word tasting sour on his tongue. A nightmare rooted in memories was the real truth, but he wasn’t ready to disclose that. You gently wipe the blood off his face with your fingers, cradling his jaw in your palms as his cerulean eyes glow at you in the darkness. You decide not to pressure him any further, letting the tense quiet wash over you as you hold each other. His arms are still firmly wrapped around you, eyes flickering from in the moment to staring far away. 

“You wanna go back to sleep?” You yawn, well aware that it’s the middle of the night. Dabi simply shrugs, sniffling. Another beat of silence passes between you two. Carefully, your arms fall, draping around his neck in a gentle hug, awkward but tender. Gradually, Dabi softens in your embrace, melting toward you, body heavy and heart sinking as he lets his exhaustion settle inside him. 

“C’mon,” You whisper, gently falling backward onto the mattress, Dabi’s full weight resting on top of you, arms still vice-gripping your body as he hides his face in your shoulder. Your hands explore further, delicately rubbing his back, being careful not to catch on any staples. Dabi sighs, heavy with unspoken sorrow. It makes your heart pang…you wish he gave you more leeway into his psyche. You so desperately wish you could help him…not fix him. He didn’t need to be fixed; he wasn’t some broken toy that you sought to change. But it was clear that he desperately needed to heal from something…something that was gnawing at his insides until it bled raw. Either way, you were going to stay by his side. You’d already made your decision. You were in love…embarrassingly enough, and, as far as you were concerned, so was Dabi. 

You listen to the sounds of his breathing, intense and quivering, feeling the pressure of his chest expanding against yours. His breaths seem to calm the longer you trace your fingers along the length of his back, grounding him and tethering him to you…to the world…to his world. 

“I love you…I don’t want you to think I don’t…I…I don’t know why I freaked out on you,” Dabi speaks, his raspy voice barely audible, straining as if he’s having to force the words out…as if he’s speaking against his will. 

“I love you, too. It’s alright,” You smile solemnly, turning your head to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He goes stiff when your lips connect with the thin strip of healthy flesh on his cheek, a shiver rolling down his spine before he relaxes once again. Dabi pushes himself up , looking down into your eyes before sweetly connecting your lips. You don’t cringe when you faintly taste the blood. You were used to it at this point. Dabi could keep up the charade that he was a monster, but you knew better…or at least…you were starting to. You were beginning to chip away at the harsh facade. You saw a side of him no one else got to see. The broad smiles. The light in his eyes and the ecstatic repetitive tapping of his feet when he got excited. He let the facade slip around you…but no one else. 

Dabi keeps kissing you, one of his calloused hands brushing against your cheek, the cold staples in his wrist sending a shock through you. Finally, you separate, taking careful note of the way the corners of his mouth just barely twitch upward. 

“I’ll be right here,” You promise as Dabi rests on his side beside you, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. You bring him in to cuddle, draping an arm over his shoulder as he hides his face in your chest. 

“Goodnight, Dabi.”

"Goodnight."

[thatlotuscookie]

Hi! Could you write a BNHA Dabi x Female Reader? Something short and simple where Dabi comes home after a mission, all burnt out and exhausted, and the reader helps him unwind, taking care of his burns and just giving him a bit of comfort. I'd love to see that softer side of him! Thank you!

✧･ﾟ: a/n : thank you for the request, anon! this is totally how Dabi would act after a tough mission. It’s always satisfying to see him drop that hard exterior just a little bit when he’s around someone he trusts. hope you guys enjoy this one!

✧ Title: ✧ Worn Down ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Female Reader ✧ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi comes home from a brutal mission, exhaustion weighing him down like never before. You try to get him to take it easy, offering the care and softness he never admits he needs. He doesn’t have to pretend with you. ✧ Content Warnings: Mentions of overexertion, exhaustion, caretaking, mild vulnerability, !soft Dabi ✧ WC: 784 words // 4307 chars

The door creaked open, and the sound of heavy, sluggish footsteps filled the quiet apartment. You looked up from the book you were reading, seeing Dabi step inside, his silhouette outlined by the dim light of the hallway.

But as he made his way into the room, you couldn’t help but notice how worn-out he looked. His usual swagger was replaced by slow, uneven movements, his shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. The mission must have been brutal.

Dabi didn’t say a word as he dropped onto the couch beside you, his head falling back against the cushion, eyes closed in clear frustration. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths as if every inhale took more effort than the last.

"Dabi…" you murmured, worry threading through your voice as you reached out to gently touch his arm. His body tensed under your fingers, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t brush you off like he usually did. That alone told you how drained he really was.

"I'm fine," he grunted, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed him. It was the same line he always threw out when he didn’t want to admit he was hurting. But you knew him well enough by now to see through it.

"You don’t look fine," you said softly, sitting up straighter as you studied him. His skin was slick with sweat, and his muscles were still trembling slightly, likely from the strain of overusing his quirk. Even someone like him, with all his power, had limits.

Dabi huffed, his lips pulling into a weak, half-hearted smirk. "Overdid it, that’s all."

You frowned, your hand moving to gently rub his back. "You always overdo it."

He didn’t respond to that, just let out a long, tired exhale as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. His usual cocky exterior had cracked, leaving behind the raw, vulnerable man underneath—the one who pushed himself too hard, too often, just to prove a point to a world that had already turned its back on him.

Wordlessly, you stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge. When you returned, you handed it to him, and he took it without a word, the faintest hint of gratitude flickering in his tired eyes.

"You need to take it easy sometimes," you whispered, sitting down beside him again, your hand resting on his thigh. "You can’t keep going like this."

Dabi unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, his throat working as he swallowed. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared down at the bottle in his hand as if it held all the answers he was too stubborn to ask for.

"I’ve got things to do," he muttered after a beat, though there was no real fire in his voice. He was too tired to fight you on this.

"You’ve done enough for one night," you replied gently, your thumb brushing soothing circles on his leg. "Let me take care of you for once."

Dabi snorted, but there was no edge to it. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, the tension in his shoulders still painfully obvious. "You’re too soft for this life," he said, though the words lacked their usual bite.

You just smiled softly, knowing it was his way of deflecting. “Maybe. But you need someone to be soft for you.”

He let out a long, frustrated sigh but didn’t protest when you shifted closer, your hand moving to his hair, gently combing through the dark strands. It was something that always seemed to calm him, though he’d never admit it.

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your fingers trailing through his hair as he leaned back against the couch, finally letting his body relax. His breathing slowed, and for the first time that night, he looked almost peaceful—like the weight of everything he carried had finally lightened, if only for a little while.

“You’re gonna spoil me if you keep this up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough from exhaustion.

You chuckled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “You deserve to be spoiled a little.”

For a moment, Dabi didn’t respond, but as the silence stretched between you, you noticed the way his body sagged further into the couch, his defenses crumbling just a little more. He let his head fall against your shoulder, and though he didn’t say it out loud, you could feel the unspoken gratitude in the way he leaned into your touch.

He didn’t have to pretend with you.

[star1ight0]

Dabi x Reader/Sibling PLATONIC.

REQUEST ARE OPEN

Quirk: Opposite of Dabi/Toya you had an ice quirk stronger than your mothers and the rest of your siblings, but your body had little to no resistance. It was built for extensive heat, causing you to get frostbite damaging your skin. 

You are the second oldest being born not long after your big brother Toya and he was your best friend.

Endevor quickly realized you were a “mistake” leaving you to a similar fate to your brother. You'd found peace with your body's scars by learning how to manage your power on your own and how to heal them properly.

You had run away awhile ago finding yourself resentful of your father and in turn hateful of the heroes who allowed you to be discarded and abused by the now number 1 hero. You had stumbled across the LOV a while ago and had been a help given your healing talent and had a mass interest in taking down endeavor. 

You sat at the bar with Kurogiri asking him to make you a drink before Dabi sat next to you taking it away. “You definitely look too young to be drinking kid” He said, pulling it further away from your reach. “Fuck off scar face” You spat reaching over him taking back your drink, his eyes looked so familiar, you couldnt help but stair “Got a problem, if so speak now or forever hold you peace” He said pushing you away and placing your drink Infront of you “If its about the drink i was just fucking with you, no need to get hostile” he said putting his hand above his head.

"No, you just look familiar. Not your face but your eyes, it's stupid.” You said taking your drink and walking away. “I'm going on a walk, tell crusty i'll be back” you said b-linging it for the door shaking.

“Nah he’ll be fine not knowing, I'll go with you kid” You finch at the sudden familiarity in his voice. “Don't fucking call me kid. I'm not your fucking kid.” You said snapping at him grabbing his wrist coving it in a thin layer of ice. He pulls away, raising his hand in a surrendering motion following you out the door.

You walked around for a while feeling the cold of the air around you, the weather app said it was going to freeze and snow but you’d honestly forgot it was starting to get cold, too cold. You started shaking and wrapped your arms around yourself refusing to go back to base yet. “Are you shaking because you're cold or because you think I'm gonna kill you?"

He said, crossing his arms. “The first one” you said while looking around for a store to buy a jacket. "Bit strange for someone with an ice quirk but okay."

You pulled out your phone. The lock screen was a photo of you and Toya side by side holding hands smiling at the camera. It was probably the only photo you had of the two of you together not covered in scars.

“Nice wallpaper for a villain” He said, snatching your phone to get a better look. You froze his feet in place reaching for the phone. “Give it back. I’m not fucking playing games with you Dabi” you said, he was taller than you but that didn't stop you from trying to jump to get the phone back. “Where the fuck did you get this photo.” he spat using his fire to break away the ice and grab your face. “It me and you brother fuck is it to you?” he put you down shoving your phone in your hands “You’ve go to be fucking shitting me ” You were about to yell at him again before he stopped you “All this time you must have thought i was dead huh?” you look at him confused “what..? I'm so confused” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, it was the same photo but more crumbed and worn. You looked at him then at the subtle white roots of his hair. “Shit” you said, feeling the wave or realization hit you feeling tears form in your eyes “Who would've thought we both end up villains?” He said before seeing the tears falling from your face. “Hey, let's take down that shit stain of a hero together okay?” He took his jacket off, placing it on your shoulders.

[angels-fantasy]

Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

authors note

love ya!

[aswanlake]

Crossed With Glass

This is just a prologue for something that's next to come. The first chapter should be out sometime next week since I'm extremely busy this week

pairing: Shigaraki & Reader (Parental) | Aizawa & Reader (Parental) | Bakugou x Reader (Childhood Friend)

synopsis: A hero student with a quirk made to detonate and his best friend and crush with a heart made of glass, don’t exactly mix because everything he touches shatters, including her. After a huge fight she disappears without a trace and no one is ever able to find her, eventually the police and her parents stop looking for her, and even her best friend forgets her. Until in the middle of a fight she returns, with a different name, but the same face.

The smoke began to clear, Bakugo’s quirk known for making a mess was only adding to the distress. Shota Aizawa was trying to round up all of his kids after the villain attack, it completely caught everyone off guard, they were in the middle of a training session in the middle of the woods and the closest heroes to them had already been dealt with hours before anyone was actually aware that the attack was coming.

Izuku has begun to help, ensuring that everyone was ok and trying to help people to the small building they had closed off from all of the fighting. Dabi’s quirk had pretty much burned half of the forest off so a circle became a part of the clearing. The night sky was dark enough to light up the stars and yet Bakugo’s eyes couldn’t clear the person standing in the middle of the clearing.

The dust had settled and in the middle stood a teenager, her figure unfamiliar but her face was as clear as day. For once the rowdy teenager didn’t yell or screech or attempt a temper tantrum, he swallowed hard as his body stilled staring at the person before him.

Her mask has been knocked off of her face, hood pooling around her neck and no longer able to shelter her from the darkness that consumed her. “Kyo?” His breath barely left his throat. Falsehood. What a fitting name for someone who has never belonged to one place, a falsehood that has never found a way to be true.

Her brows quivered together, back to his front as her head tilted over her shoulder to face him. “Who the hell is Kyo?” Her voice came out rough and harsh, her eyes cutting daggers at the boy who let his guard down to speak to her. Did she know him? Did he know her? He took a shaky step towards her but before she could even get a good look at him, her body was engulfed by the smoke and void of Kurogiri’s body.

Her body shook as they returned, eyes glaring at the ground as she stared, breath uneven. “I knew him.”

Chapter 1 here!

[queer-n-here]

Hey, I hope you're doing well. I saw your post regarding sending requests of different fandoms. I hope that you're familiar with MHA. If so, could you write a Dabi x gn! Reader?

Where the reader helps Dabi, by mending his bruises and calming him down after he comes back bruised up after a fight and angry because he didn't expect to get this injured.

Just wholesome fluff <3

Take your time! Totally understandable if you don't know the fandom.

🩷

Here you go! Also, I haven't really watched MHA (but I know stuff) so like Dabi might be a lil ooc here.

Contents: Post- Shoto v/s Dabi scenario where Dabi seeks gn!reader out.

Warnings: Uh... Hurt/comfort. That's it? No smut.

There was a knock on your door.

You frowned, raising your head sleepily from your bed. But you weren't annoyed, not really. The entire Paranormal Liberation Front knew better than to disturb you unless there was a life and death situation.

And so you pushed yourself out of bed and stood, stretching your limbs as you walked over to the door of your room. When you pulled open the door, however, sleep deserted your mind like a scared deer.

It was Dabi.

There was blood on his face.

He looked up at you, eyes slightly dazed, seemingly surprised at his arrival on your doorstep.

You knew what was wrong; he had no need to speak.

"Come in," You stood aside, and after a moment of looking at you as if he was lost, Dabi entered.

You led him to your bed, and he sat down.

"I didn't mean to come here, I..." He trailed off, looking so unsure of himself it hurt your heart.

Dabi was almost never like this. You couldn't imagine the pain he'd gone through to thoroughly numb himself like that. It made you ache.

"It's alright," You said, voice slightly hoarse from just having woken up, even if it was the middle of the day. "Since you're already here, stay a while."

He nodded.

You couldn't be upfront and ask him what he was thinking. He'd shut himself up, smirk at you, and joke about your concern. That was the last thing you wanted. So you opened a bed-side drawer and pulled out a stack of tissues.

"Here, clean the blood off." You handed it to Dabi.

He tried, rubbing messily at the blood that flowed endlessly from his patchy skin, and you realized that it was his blood, the sort that dripped from his seams when he would otherwise be crying.

It made you want to pull himself to you, press him into your bones and hide him from the world. But you steeled yourself.

Taking the tissues form his hands, you helped him clean up.

"Hah, look at you, I need to help you with this too now." You joked, your voice cheerful in a way that you weren't feeling.

Joking was required here, if you acted too soft on him, he'd pull away, say he didn't need to be babied. You had to take care of him in a way that didn't let him know you were.

So you smiled at him, wiping the blood off till it didn't flow anymore.

You threw the tissues away, and turned to look at Dabi again. He was sitting slightly hunched, as if he had no strength in his body, his hands limp on his lap.

"How was the fight with Todoroki?" You asked him, in a seemingly casual tone.

"Fine," Dabi's hoarse voice was even more hoarse.

"Hmm," You stood up from the bed, and immediately his hand wrapped around your wrist.

"Where are you going?" There was accusation in his eyes.

You smiled. "Nowhere. I was out earlier today, bought some stuff. Got some for you, too. Don't you want your present?"

He hesitated, then let go. He nodded.

You rummaged in a drawer before pulling a bag out, walking back to Dabi and plopping down on the bed beside him before handing him the bag. He took it from your hands, and peeked inside.

It was a pack of sweets.

"What am I, a kid?" Dabi said, his voice slightly hollowed.

You raised your hand and knocked on his forehead, making him look up at you, slightly surprised. "You said it, not me."

And then slowly, miraculously, Dabi smiled. His cheeks pulled back and his eyes glowed, and in that moment he was so beautiful you almost lost your mind.

"I'm not the one who likes Optimus Prime." He said.

You feigned offense. "What did you just say? Optimus Prime is not for kids, it's for everyone!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Dabi chuckled, and somehow, at the end of it, his head was on your shoulder.

You let him put it there.

There was silence in your room for a while after that, and when you looked at Dabi again, he'd already fallen asleep.

So you put him to bed, pulling off his shoes and gently lowering him onto the bed before covering him with your blanket. You sat at the edge of the bed, watching him sleep.

"Dabi, you big buffoon, what am I gonna do with you?"

[ameliaenya404]

✎ Starry Archive ✎

Smut 💄

Fluff 🧋

Angst 💔

Comfort 💝

Flufftober collection 🤍

Keigo Takami/Hawks

"Welcome home handsome" 🧋/ 💝

Touch 🧋/ 💔

Clean 🧋/ 💔

Love 🧋/ 💝

Any other way 🧋/ 💔

Spark 🧋/ 💔

Dreamy 🧋/💝

"Wanna make out?" 🧋

Dad🧋

Touch Me Soft and Slow 🧋/💝/💔

Sweet indulgence 💄 / 💝

Home sweet home 🧋/ 💝

Chew Toy 💄

A wounded dog 💝/💔

Solace 🧋/💝

Breathe 🧋/💝

Slower days 💝

Pretty boy 💄

Skin-to-skin 💝/🧋

Husband-wife cuddles 🧋

Love 🧋

Nightmares 💝/🧋

Dates 🧋

Good boy 💄

Lipstick 🧋/🤍

Pillow Talk 🧋/🤍

Sunrise comfort 🧋/🤍/💝

Love letters 🧋/🤍/💝

Scars 🤍/🧋/💝/💔

Sweet dreams

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

Dad 🧋

I've got you 🧋/ 💝

Nightmares 💝/🧋

Back Home again 🧋/💝

Morning after and more 🧋/🤍

Apple picking 🧋/🤍

Shigaraki Tomura

Needy 🧋/💄

Promise? 🧋

[willowser]

anyway, outside of hsr stuff, on my mind heavy today is:

rockstar touya that hits fame dangerously fast in his early twenties, crashes hard before he's thirty, has to take a few years to recover, and meets you while trying to piece himself and his career back together 🥹

[motherlove]

Trauma Regressor Dabi．

Requested by : 💌 Anon．

Like & Reblog if used．

[jomamaofficial]

An Empty Vessel pt.3 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)

A/N: Hey guys, this is a repost. For some reason, my post wasn't getting the reach that it normally gets. I don't know, maybe it got flagged 😭😭. So I apologise for tagging you guys again. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because this series as a whole is just dark. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :).

TW: Substance abuse (alcohol, smoking), small mention of mass murder and a reunion with abusive lover.

CW: swearing.

Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag @porusuniverse @iluvoaldmen @genshinsimpforli @shadowmoonlight @simpsimpson2023 @crybab7 @kaeyastittysucker @jennieyes @an-ever-angry-bi @gyarukitti

Masterlist

Word Count: 2207.

Summary: Saira Uchiyama. His past had caught up to him in the form of a family– Touya Todoroki had no family but Dabi could not deny the existence of his. The existence of a family that had driven him to search for a name he had never even heard of. Dabi's fragile world unravelled; every single thread forced him to confront the consequences of his actions. Was it even her? The one he had beat and shut out of his life? Dabi’s mind hurt, because it finally intertwined with the realisation of the irreparable damage he had caused.

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Dabi has had his overcoat for a long time. 

It was the first thing that was ever made for him, and only him. 

He never had to share it. 

The material was light; he could move quickly without the weight dragging him down. 

The material was heat-resistant, so he didn’t have to worry about incinerating his clothes during a fight. 

His clothes allowed him to let go. Dabi could explore the forbidden fruits of his full potential because the material allowed heat to escape– because of the fabric’s ‘enhanced breathability’ or something. He never paid attention. But it worked, so he always had it on. 

Dabi made his way up to the roof, ignoring the small cries of his name from the distance. It wasn’t on purpose though– he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. His mind had to work hard to think about nothing. Because if his conscience took over, his chest would collapse. 

There wasn’t anything left inside of him anymore. That’s what he had recited every waking day of his life as Dabi. But God, he needed a cigarette– to fill that hollow feeling inside of him. 

A few long puffs always did the trick. Although it felt best when he was on the roof, legs hanging off the ledge. 

One of his favourite hobbies was to look at the city under the glistering stars. 

Yokohama never slept. The little toy cars had small people that were always going somewhere. Their blinking red lights mirrored the sea of stars on the bumpy road. At such a distance, where cars disappeared from one end to the other, that journey seemed so mindless. Yet still, everything felt like… like it was still in place. As if everything about this world was truly intentional. 

Dabi dragged a longer puff, throwing his head back, succumbing to the gentle breeze and his thoughts. 

But in the end, you couldn’t make out any face, let alone their identity. Everything became insignificant. All that mattered was the action. 

Dabi could distinguish between a walking figure and a jogging figure. Whether they were alone or with others. 

But in the end, everything else was insignificant when he was above them all. 

So far up, that if he fell– right now– he wouldn’t come back. 

Anyone could push him off.  

“There you are!” 

Dabi grimaced. His soothing bubble had been forcefully broken, and he was dragged back to reality. He had his suspicions on who it was. 

“I thought we could use a drink or two.”

His eyes glowered at the approaching figure. He could never be left alone. But when the bottle of scotch was handed to him, the interruption wasn’t too bad after all. Dabi jerked his head towards the empty space beside him. 

He could hear careful steps approaching, then cautious shuffling beside him. 

Had he stolen a glance in his peripheral vision, he could watch the gentle breeze tease her hair, sweeping it left and right. 

He felt a chaste glance on his face. 

There was a thin, yet strong wall between them. It was thin enough to talk through– although it left no room for subtlety. It was thin enough for them to warm each other. But if they tried to cross it, they’d have to break it down, and crush the other under the weight of the wall. 

There was a lingering sense of emptiness that filled the night sky. 

Empty smiles, empty vessels. 

She drew in a breath, but no words followed, as though she had forgotten how to speak.

“Today was…” she started, only to falter off into silence, her hands rubbing at her arms. 

Dabi had his overcoat for a very long time. 

It was the first thing that was ever made for him. And only him. 

He never had to share it. 

But it felt way too heavy today. And despite the gale tightening its frosty clutch, Dabi could feel his body heating up. 

“The plan was successful”, Dabi replied flatly, “that’s all we need to care about”. 

He pushed his discarded jacket towards her. She slipped it around her shoulders.

The League’s attack on downtown Esuha was broadcasted globally, and they had finally reached the headlines of every news article. 

‘Bloodshed Strikes Downtown Esuha as Villains Unleashed Devastating Attacks’

After years of failed plans, the League of Villains had finally succeeded. 

No man, no woman, no child was left. But it was all worth it. 

Wasn’t it? 

Their plan was the highlight of every media discussion.

Dabi took a larger sip of his drink, bathing under the serene wave which washed over his inhibitions. 

And the wall between them felt thinner and weaker. 

“D’ya think your mom would ever sacrifice herself for you?” 

The vivid images of fresh blood and visceral screams haunted their mind.  

“What did that woman say again?” Dabi asked, his voice cracking, “‘take me, but please, leave my baby alone’... That’s what she said right?” 

Both of their eyes lowered. The alcohol and the little food he had consumed was kicking against his stomach lining, irritating his abdominal grafts. 

“‘She has a long life ahead of her. Please, please, don’t kill her please’”, Dabi heard a sniffle. “That’s what she said before we…”  

He felt sick. 

“That’s what we do, doll.”

He met the pain in her eyes. They were a mirror. 

Dabi clenched his jaw before looking away. 

She did too.

Dabi began biting his fingernails, and her hands fidgeted with the glass. 

And then they looked at each other again, somehow closer than they were in the beginning. 

“I don’t know if my mom would ever do that for me… But, I-hm…”

A dry chuckle followed in a feeble attempt to humour the situation. 

But Dabi finished her unspoken sentence. 

“But you would, right? For your child,” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and squinted, trying to make out some of the writing on the tall buildings afar. 

“Any mom would do that for her child.” 

“Didn’t you just say th-”

“Any good mom would”. 

No one spoke. But they shared a knowing look, before averting them back to the vastness of Yokohama. 

“But to be honest…” She took another sip of her drink. “If I had a baby, I’d never live in Musutafu.” 

Dabi let out a snort, thus earning a playful shove in return. 

“Oh yeah? Then where would you live, fucking Minato City?”

It was her turn to snort. 

“You think I’d live in a rich neighbourhood to avoid being a target of criminals and villains?” She scoffed, slurring out her words. “I know I’m the newbie but you have to give me some credit, Dabi.”

He rolled his eyes, yet they still urged her to continue. 

She thought for a moment, her gaze wandering off into the distance, before she continued again. 

“There’s this place, just outside of here. It’s called Yosai. It’s this remote residential area. And, um. It takes around 30 minutes minimum, to find any markets, or- or any offices or clubs, and you know, all that stuff. I think, for most people, it’s like- really boring. And that’s why it’s so isolated. No one even thinks of going there because there’s literally nothing. There’s a park, and a local school– I think, but there’s no one. Nothing. There’s these houses- a lot of them! A bunch of houses with no one to live in them”. 

It was weird, to be talking, uninterrupted, for this long. 

“I guess”, she shrugged a bit, blinking a few times. “Recently, people have started building roads and stuff for cars now. So they can actually do something. But yeah. Zero reported crimes and it’s been there for a few decades. So yeah, if I had a family, I’d go there”. 

She looked intently at Dabi, who didn’t say anything. 

But he moved closer, leaning forward, sitting upright. He scanned her jittering hands before searching in his pant pocket. He raised his eyebrows at the cigarette in his hands. She nodded. So he lit it, pressed the ends to his lips and inhaled before giving it to her. 

He watched her lips touch the cigarette. Where his lips were. 

“There’s actually this property under her maiden name- my mom’s. There’s still some legal stuff I need to sort out before it actually becomes mine. It’s like this, it’s so stupid, because it’s like obviously none of us use that maiden name anymore. But because of that they can’t give it to us. I don’t even know… But I guess it’s nothing too difficult”. 

“Ah”. That was all he could say. But when he peered into her expectant eyes, there was a sudden need to elaborate. Anything better than ‘ah’ at least.

Dabi felt dizzy. 

“Umm… What's your mom’s maiden name?” 

When his delayed voice finally caught up to him, Dabi winced.

“Fuck”, he muttered. It was a stupid question, but he wanted to make sure that she knew he was listening. 

“It’s Uchiyama.” 

They were closer, breaths intertwining with each other under the watchful eye of the moon. 

-

There weren’t any buses that travelled from Musutafu to Yosai. Dabi made his journey by foot. 

Thus, during this four day journey, Dabi became well acquainted with people.

And he noticed that a lot of people in Japan had blue eyes. After the emergence of quirks, blue became a common colour for many. The truly rare ones were pink, or purple now.  

But Dabi’s eyes… they were different. 

His eyes. 

They were handpicked from the colours in the cerulean depths of the stormy sea. Whispers of secrets remained untold– that’s why no one could have the eyes that he had. 

Never. 

They were gleaming– echoing the beauty of the lights in the North. Depending on how you looked at them, they were teal, or sapphire. One thing was indisputable– the arctic chill they’d give when he’d pierce into your soul was breathtaking. 

His eyes. 

They were simply breath-taking. 

So when he towered over a small frame, gaze lowered, he could not explain the way his heart forgot to beat when he stared into a perfect replica of his eyes. 

With each beat, lost time unfolded in front of him. 

And he noticed the slight difference in the silent expanse that he had gazed into. 

There was an innocent reflection of the North Star twinkling in their genuine, rolling waves. Dabi’s eyes were an abandoned lighthouse. 

But, what alarmed him the most, was when those flawless replications turned frozen. Dark. 

Petrified. 

Dabi's heart ached as those eyes formed fog and mist, obstructing him from reaching the truth that was hidden beyond the plane of sight. 

His knees surrendered under the accumulating guilt of his past. And so his tears fell, trying to escape the grief and strain his weak body had repressed for so long. 

“Honey, are you okay? Who’s at the door?”

Icy tendrils spiked through him, and his breath was captured without a fight. In the wake of realisation, his body signalled all the alarms they could, telling him– no, begging him to run, but, his blood had turned to ice, and he succumbed in the paralysing grip of his inevitable fate. 

“Sana, are you okay…” 

He heard the voice taper away, followed by a sharp clink of a metal spoon. His laden head fixed itself downwards in shame, guilt, fear…  

“Dabi…?” Those words drifted out in a hushed tone. As if they were trying to protect the young girl, who now hid behind her mother. 

He braced himself for the hardest task he would ever have to face.

And in that split second, his breath had returned, and he let out a short exhale when he finally saw that face materialise from his past. 

Y/N. 

It was you. Saira Uchiyama. 

After 6 years, 8 months, and 19 days of navigating through the circular journey of denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, Dabi finally had the chance to reach the beacon of acceptance. 

His shoulders slumped, as short breaths hiccuped through the dark caverns of his chest. 

He had finally found you. 

And he had finally found the end to his coveted quench, which yearned for a solace, only to be found in your longing embrace. 

Softly, a bewildered whisper escaped his lips, barely denting the silence around them.

“Doll…?” 

Dabi watched as the maturer skin scrunched together, deep lines frowned at him. As the tenderness in your heart had to be locked away inside an untouchable crevice in your body. 

You pushed your daughter behind you, blocking Dabi’s protesting hands before they touched her.

“Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs okay”, you ordered sternly. 

“Mommy, he’s scaring m-” 

“Sana. You need to go upstairs. Lock the door and close your windows.” 

Sana.  

Her name was a painful reminder of the blank pages he had failed to fill as her father. How could he have written anything? 

He didn’t even know what the title was. 

“Never fucking come near my family again”. 

Those blank pages began to rip. 

“You disgusting freak”. 

The blank pages had burned to ashes, and Dabi was left outside on the suburban patio of a perfect neighbourhood. 

Maybe, if he found a place to wash his face, he could blend in with the garbage. 

[thehusbandoden]

More Than Life Itself -Dabi x Reader | Alternative Ending to Burnt

A/n: I was feeling super soft at the end if you couldn't tell lol

I have school in the morning, I should get to bed.. but I'm so freaking inspired rn. I'll probably just fall sleep writing again.

Does anyone even read this? Am I talking to myself?

Wouldn't be the first time 😶

General info:

Genre: comfort- lots of comfort/angst to fluff (ish) \\ wc: 1,099\\ posted: 01/10/2024

Warnings!: (Please just trust me. Y/n doesn't just let him get away with it, but I don't want to spoil it lol). Crying, regret, mentions of toxicity, mentions of manipulation and gaslighting, Dabi's real name, hints of Dabi's past/backstory, flinching, slight self hatred, a slight mention of physical abuse, and slight self doubt! I think that's it, please tell me if I miss anything! <33 (anon in my ask box is turned on for my shy readers ;3)

Part One- Burnt (pure angst)

You broke down sobbing as Dabi closed the door. You knew that this was for the best, and what he did was completely not okay, but that was the love of your life. Your one and only. Your soulmate. Your partner. Your beloved. Your first; and you were hoping your last.  

Yes, he could be toxic- okay. He was toxic frequently. He would yell, insult, manipulate and gaslight you. He would get jealous and possessive; and leave for months on end without a single word.  

He would break your heart; only to come back and repair it with his soft compliments, not only manipulating you into forgetting about it; but gaslighting you as he changed the story. Making himself look better.  

And you played along. Because his warm hands caressing your arms, shoulders, cheeks, and head were too loving. The way he kissed your forehead, whispering to you how beautiful you are felt too real. The way he would treat you outside of the bad times felt too... perfect. 

Your beloved Touya wasn’t all bad. He could be an amazing partner... half of the time. One thing you were- and are- grateful for is the fact that no matter how nasty, toxic, and straight up mean he can be; he has –and never will- cheat. It goes against everything he despises. He won’t do it. 

As you remember all the good times tears streamed down your face, sliding to your chin before falling onto your hand. Sobs echoed through the room as you held yourself. Rocking back and forth, you faintly hear someone calling your name. Roling your eyes, you flip the front door of your apartment off.  

No way you were letting that d-bag in. As he continues to call your name you scoff. Standing up, you head towards the door. Grasping the handle, you slam the door open.  

Right as you were about to say something you were- 

-abruptly awoken out of your slumber. You jolt awake, looking around in alarm. Dabi held your shoulders in worry, his turquoise eyes holding no recollection of the past argument.  

“Doll? What’s wrong, Babygirl?” Dabi cooed, pressing his knuckle below your eye, catching your tears. You flinch back from his touch. His eyes widen, and he pulls away.  

“S-sweetheart...” he murmured, his gorgeous orbs moving to the floor. You stare at him, tears still streaming down your face. He moved his eyes to focus on yours. “Baby what happened? Please tell me... I’m worried.” Dabi murmured.  

You shook with sobs as you stared at your beloved. His perfectly framed face held no hint of the malice it had before. His eyes were full of concern, love, and even hurt from your flinching 

“I-I had a nightmare.” You whisper, slowly melting into his touch. 

“A nightmare?” Dabi whispered, slowly brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

You nod, whimpering ever so softly. Your heart ached at the vivid images of your nasty argument, physical abuse, and break up.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dabi whispered, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, holding your jaw gently, stroking your soft skin. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  

“I- I...” tears slipped down your cheeks. Dabi’s calloused thumbs caught them, wiping them away. You take a deep breath. “C-can you hold me against your chest? I-I don’t want you to look at me...”  

Dabi gently pulled you to his chest the second you asked him to; you didn’t even have to finish your request. He caressed your head, cheeks, shoulders and arms, whispering sweet things to you and kissing your forehead. “Of course, Babygirl. Take your time.”  

After a few minutes you take a deep breath before slowing replaying your traumatizing nightmare. Dabi slightly stiffened but didn’t interrupt. As you re-laid how your argument progressed and how he ended up burning you, his grip tightened, cradling you to his chest as his jaw clenched in fury.  

Yes, he knows that it was a nightmare. And yes, he knew that he didn’t actually do it- and that he would never hurt you like that.  

But he couldn’t help but be angry at himself. Angry that he theoretically hurt you, that you were crying because of it. 

He was silent as you finished your account. As you finished, he gave the both of you time to process your words. After a few minutes, he gently titlted your chin up, staring into your gorgeous eyes, the windows to your soul. He caressed your cheeks and jaw, his turquoise eyes filled with un-wilting love and endless affection.  

“Y/n, my love-” he whispered, pausing to let the words sink in. “-I will, and would never do that to you. I swear to you on my life, I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”  

His words were filled with unwavering confidence. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, kissing your tears away. “I would rather die than hurt you like that. Ever- for any reason.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with his calloused yet gentle hands.  

Your breath hitched in your throat at the obvious truth in his eyes, telling you that he was dead serious. After a few seconds tears ran down your cheeks yet again. You closed your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly; telling him that you were well enough for him to kiss you. 

Dabi slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. Dabi rarely kissed you so gently, taking his time to tell you how much he absolutely adored you. He kissed you until you gently pulled away, needing air.  

Smiling, Dabi leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you, so much; and trust me baby when I say: I am truly sorry.”  

You replied a few tender moments later. “For what?” Your voice was low and hoarse.  

“For making you cry... for making you feel so- however you’re feeling.”  

“Baby... you didn’t do anything...” you frown slightly, though his innocence was endearing.  

“But I’m a broken man... I could totally see me being so... destructive... you must have been worrying about that- or I don’t know... you deserve so much better, my sweet girl.”  

`“Baby, please don’t say that. You are not broken. You have been hurt, really hurt, but you aren’t broken. The mind is a funny thing, but I can assure you: you are exactly what I need and want. I love you, with all of my heart.”  

If Dabi physically could, he would be tearing up. He pulls you into another kiss, slowly stroking your hair. “I love you too... more than life itself.”

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