#the rest of the league running into the room like ‘Dabi set the fucking base on fire again’

[moodyvoid]

You’ve been in the league for a while now, and there’s no doubting the attraction between you and Dabi. Moments of catching eyes and flirty comments are scattered throughout all of your interactions. However, he refuses to confess his true feelings and always manages to dismiss your attempts to get the truth out of him.

Until one night you come out of your room looking extra nice and he asks you “Who are you all dolled up for?”, expecting you to say the usual sarcastic “Myself.”

But when you respond with “I have a date tonight.” You can almost see in his eyes the flames rising in his body.

He plays it cool, leaning back into his seat. “Do you? Send them my condolences.”

You roll your eyes as you walk out the door, “Don’t wait up.” you call behind you as the door closes.

Dabi sits there staring at the door, drumming his fingers on the bar top. As much as he wanted to deny the jealousy he felt, it was hard to deny the fire building up inside him— not to mention the small trail of smoke emitting from the scars on his wrist.

He bats the smoke away and leaves his seat, going straight to the door and opening it up. He pauses as you stand there, as if you have been waiting on him.

“Took you long enough.” you say with your arms crossed to your chest and a satisfied grin on your face.

“I knew what you were doing the whole time.” he lies.

“I’m sure. That’s why you’re about two seconds away from setting off the smoke alarm.” you retort, motioning to the smoke seeping from his scars.

He scoffs and closes the space between you, “So, do you still want that date or… should we just skip the bullshit and head back inside?”

You’re about to answer when the smoke alarm goes off.

“God dammit.“ Dabi curses as he goes back inside to fix the smoke alarm. You follow along, trying to suppress your laughter.

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader- cûm soaked silk

Summary: You're the league's relatively new addition, during a fight Dabi saves you, immediately catching your attention and clouding your mind. Eventually after a row of success the league organizes a party and Dabi comes over so the two of you can prepare.

Warnings: cum play, creampies ,throatfucking, light alcohol consumption, pinning, panties theft.

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Here you are once again waking up at 2 in the afternoon. With a quick stretch and desperate grasp for consciousness, you feel the familiar pain of a long night spent gathering supplies and fighting the trash that calls themselves heroes.

Thankfully, it was a night full of victories for the LOV so the pride you feel is stronger than the strain on your tired body. In everything you remember from last night, one moment sticks out so clear that you can't help but blush and let a smile escape the corner of your lips.

"A little danger looks good on you."

That was the most Dabi had said to you since you joined the League. A small-time hero aimed their quirk at you and your heavily scarred teammate was quick to throw you against the nearest wall, his body covering yours. There was nothing but anger in your heart and a lust for blood painted on your face until your eyes met his stunning blues.

All it took was those few words from his all too calm voice and that lazy, lustful look from his heavy-lidded eyes...you were hooked. With a final stretch, you tried to shake him from your mind.

Freshly showered and with coffee in hand, you grabbed your phone off of the nightstand. You skimmed your missed messages to get an idea of the day ahead of you. Nothing unusual. Some blood-soaked selfies from Toga, early morning ramblings from Twice, a short but thoughtful message from Kurogiri thanking you for your efforts last night, and a lackluster message from your boss inviting you to attend a gathering at the LOV hideout for a few drinks and to officially welcome you into the fold.

Well, at least you had something besides a mission to look forward to. You'd been wound so tight for months doing everything you could to help the league and uphold Stain's ideals. You needed tonight. Besides, he might be there. Before you had the chance to shame yourself for letting him back into your thoughts, your phone rang. An unknown number.

You got out a sleepy, half-hearted, "Hello," before you heard it. That honey-coated voice that caused a chill to run the length of your spine before his warmth washed over you.

"I see our crusty leader is throwing you a party. That's quite a surprise. So when are we going?"

Like always, he was so matter of fact. So sure of himself and set in his intentions. As much as his words made you want to melt into the floor, he said a little danger looked good on you, right? Fine. Then you would live dangerously.

You caught your breath before meeting his cool tone with your own subtlely beckoning statement. "Why don't you come over and we'll discuss it over a drink? If you've got my number, I'm sure getting my address should be just as easy for you." He let out a chuckle, wicked and low.

"See you in an hour dollface."

With that, you both hung up. Your heart was going to implode. What had you gotten yourself into? You bit your lip and smiled. It took no time for you to pick out the perfect outfit. No worn-out villain clothes tonight. No. This called for something exceptional.

A little black dress, some thigh high stockings, and the perfect lace lined lingerie would get you more than just a passing glance from the stapled stud you had set your sights on. As you laid the outfit neatly on the edge of your bed, it hit you. "Shit." Your alcohol-fueled stress relief had left your house completely dry. Whatever.

Fashionably late with a bottle in hand seemed better than facing this man without a little liquid courage. A quick text and you were out the door. "Heading out for a bit. Give me 30. Let yourself in and get comfortable."

Getting your address was simple. He was a man on a mission and after last night, he had a hunger. Saving you was the first thing on his mind during yesterday's battle. You were reckless and he could relate to you. A woman with convictions was his weakness. In a world full of fake meaning, your passion was as fiery as his quirk and he wanted more. Needed more of you.

The thoughts that crossed his mind after pinning you to that wall were less than noble. He wanted to feel you, to sink his teeth into your soft flesh. God he hoped you were a fighter behind closed doors too. Maybe he could overpower you.

He wondered if you knew how much you had him worked up and if you were just as desperate for a release as he was. Before he knew it, he was at your front door. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

"Get comfortable? Alright, doll. Let's see what you're all about."

He was surprised upon entering your apartment.

"Pretty classy place for such a reckless fighter. What are you hiding in here, little miss?"

He was eager to get to know you better. He couldn't simply flop onto the couch and kick his feet up. He knew you were more than a simple yet dedicated member of the league. You had dirty little secrets somewhere and he was out to find them. A few unlabeled pill bottles in the bathroom, empty champagne bottles in the kitchen...nothing too out of the normal considering your line of work.

When he finally made his way into your room, it was as well put together as the rest of your flat. He sifted through your nightstands and found...nothing. He let out a little sigh of defeat and sat next to a small pile of clothes on the bed. Running his hands under your pillows in a last ditch effort, he finally found something.

"So you are a naughty girl. You don't disappoint after all."

His wicked smirk was a sight to see as he held your toy in his hand. He had seen these before in a questionable marketplace. So he knew two things for sure; you had taste and he wanted you even more now. He'll make you forget you even own that little toy.

He was praying that this was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to your kinks. He made a mental note and tucked the vibrator back under your pillow.

He moved his attention to the outfit you had delicately placed across the mattress. If that was what you were planning to wear tonight then you knew exactly what you were doing to him. He could imagine the way that tiny dress would hug your curves and tease him with glimpses of all the places of your body he wanted to devour.

The fishnets were a filthy addition and he might let you keep those on while he had his way with you someday. His thoughts continued to spiral and he could feel his growing erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

That's when he saw them. There they were. Those perfect, lacey little panties. His hunger for you hit primal levels as he grabbed your panties off the bed and tugged at the hem with his teeth. His free hand was already rubbing his aching cock through his pants as he imagined sliding those panties over and letting himself inside you.

Oh, the sweet moans you would make. How would his name sound when it rolled off your tongue as you begged for him to wreck you? He knew you wouldn't be back for another 20 minutes and he couldn't hold out any longer.

He made quick work of laying back on your bed and freeing his now rock hard cock from its clothed cage. He grabbed the black silk panties and wrapped them firmly around his base as he began pumping and stroking.

He bit his lower lip at the electric feeling taking him over. He was a man possessed and he would get his release by any means necessary. The veins along his shaft were throbbing as he thought of you all dolled up and desperate for him. He wanted to know how you would look on your knees ready and waiting for him. He could almost feel your hips gripped tightly in his hands as he imagined ruthlessly hammering every inch into you. His deviant thoughts and the feeling of your panties sliding sweetly along his length was an intoxicating combination. His other hand reached for his heavy balls, massaging them, trying his best to spoil himself for the remaining time he had.

All it took was the thought of your pussy gripping and welcoming him inside you with that black lace causing the perfect amount of friction between your swollen lips, clinging desperately for that pathetic amount of friction-... He couldn't help himself. Thick, hot ropes of cum were coating the cotton lining of your panties, his release overflowing and pulling all the way to the base of his cock.

He milked out the last few drops and watched as they soaked into the thin fabric.

Well, this would either get him kicked out of your flat or he would get the confirmation he needed that this overwhelming lust was mutual. All he knew was that he needed a drink.

With perfect timing, you returned home with a bottle in each hand just as he had placed the underwear back onto the bed and got himself situated on the couch as though nothing had happened.

Your heart almost skipped a beat. You assumed he would show up so that was no surprise. What you hadn't planned for was just how good he would look; the track lighting of your apartment showcasing him like a work of art. He looked so comfortable, so natural sprawled out on your furniture. Like he had always belonged there. This was your home but his presence filled the place. Fuck, what you would give for him to fill you instead. Before you could fall even deeper down that rabbit hole of attraction, he greeted you as only he would.

"So are you gonna pour us a drink or are those just for show?"

You felt the heat rise in your face and you could only imagine the color of your cheeks as he let his eyes work their way from the whiskey in your hands to the rest of your body. "Sure thing. Gimme a sec. And I said to get comfortable, not scuff up my table with your big dirty boots, ass." His little laugh was warm and kind despite your attitude. A few drinks, some light conversation, a couple of shared nervous laughs and glances...before you knew it, it was getting late. A nice buzz enveloped you as you excused yourself.

"Not so fast, doll. Where do you think you're going?"

The look in his eyes made you weak. You couldn't tell if it was the slow burn of the whiskey or the equally smoldering quality in his tone that made you blush. "Sorry, blue eyes. I gotta go get ready. You don't want me missing my own welcome party, do you? Behave while I go get dressed," you giggled. That laugh, innocent and a clear give away to your inebriation, was enough to cause his desire to come bubbling over.

He was one sip of whiskey past the point of being calm and he needed you. He quickly made his way behind you, grabbing your hips and leaning in to whisper in your ear...

"You should know by now, behaving is not something I do, hopefully, you can behave like a pretty little thing you are. Now let's get into that cute little room of yours and you're going to get changed. Slip out of those clothes and give me a nice show."

With those words, he gave your neck a few light kisses making sure to let his lips trail your skin before pushing you lightly towards the room. You were a warm mix of goosebumps and giggles. You were going to give this man anything he asked for, do everything that left his mouth before even finishing his sentences.

This was happening and you wondered why it hadn't happened sooner. The look in his eyes was ravenous and you were ready and willing to let him feast. The second you both made your way into the bedroom, your body was against the wall; his own body covering yours once more. This time, however, there was no battle, no rush, and the only dangerous thing in the room was the man staring you down with lust in his eyes and whiskey on his tongue.

You began unbuttoning your blouse and it was as if he couldn't pepper your skin with kisses fast enough. His lips worked every inch that was exposed as you tilted your head back and practically ripped your shirt the rest of the way off. The blouse fell behind you as Dabi's teeth lightly grazed your neck.

His left hand made its way up to the clasp on the front of your bra. He looked down unhooking it with ease as your breath hitched in your lungs. He let his lips and tongue playfully work down from your neck to your now exposed breasts. His bottom lip was about to glide over your nipple when he suddenly stopped and looked at you with that wicked half-smile.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. His original intention was to make it quick but the two of you were swept away in the burning taste of cheap whiskey and overwhelming desire. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands softly glided through his hair and over his scarred cheek.

With a final soft bite to your bottom lip, he pulled away. "Is everything okay?" The aura about him had changed to something far more dominant and primal.

"I said put on a show, babe. So let's see it."

He sat back on the bed as he looked over your figure. You couldn't tell if his stare was more anticipatory or predatory but either way, you were soaked and dying for his skin against yours. You turned around and looked back at him with a dark and coy smirk before facing away.

You slid your hands down your body until they made their way to the zipper on the back of your skirt. As the small metal tab fell, Dabi bit his lip and felt something else rise up. You placed your hands on the wall above your head and spread your legs lightly.

You gave your hips a little shake and the skirt fell to the floor. Turning around to face him, you ran your thumbs across your hips and into the waistband of your panties. You teasingly lowered them barely an inch. His eyes lit up. That's when you snapped the band and let the panties back up. Slinking towards him, you placed yourself between his legs with your arms around his neck. "I think you should take these off...Don't want to have all the fun to myself."

"I thought you'd never ask, babe. But you'd look better in these. Why don't we change things up a bit?"

With that, he picked up the little black panties from the outfit laid out on your bed. You blushed. Now you were wondering what else he had seen. As you took them from his hand, you noticed something felt off about them. Your fingers slid across the slick and sticky substance that was still warm. Suddenly it hit you and felt your own temperature rise. "Dabi did you..."

"I said...put them on....go on."

His voice was deceptively calm but inside he was on a one-way track and there was no stopping him tonight. His cock was literally aching to be inside and the thrill of seeing you slide those panties on, getting you nice and coated with his cum before he had even entered you; It drove him right over the edge.You shyly slipped off your panties and began to put the others on. You stopped with them about halfway up. "Babe, I dunno. Is this really...."

"Looks like you need a little help."

Before you could blink, he had come right up to you and pulled the cum soaked panties the rest of the way up. You barely had time to catch your breath and enjoy the feeling of his lips so close to you when he began to run his fingers over your clothed slit and press his still warm fluids closer inside you. When he heard a small moan escape your lips and felt the silk against his fingers go from dampened by his own doing to soaked with your juices, he knew he had you.

He let his fingers slide past the fabric and past your folds trailing his sticky cum along them. He dipped two fingers into your cunt, pushing his cum into you, picking up the gushing out liquid each time it dared to drip out of you.

With just two minutes of that, he was throbbing and you were crying out, begging to feel him inside you, begging to get a fresh coat of cum in your greedy pussy.

"All fours, on the bed...Now."

With a firm slap to your ass, you did just as you were told. Only, he didn't get behind you like you were expecting. No. After quickly undressing himself, he stood before you hard and ready. Your jaw dropped and you were about to tell him how bad you needed it but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes.

"You're gonna be a good girl and get me nice and wet before I let you feel this cock filling you up and stretching that pretty pink pussy of yours. Do you understand?''

You nodded as he moved his hand to the back of your head and the other to the base of his cock. He guided you forward and you let your tongue gingerly trace the veins of his shaft before wrapping your lips around. With every pulse of his hips, you would play with his tip and graze it with your soft tongue before taking him all the way into the back of your throat.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. A few expletives left his lips as you let out soft moans and began to drool, his length becoming a bit too much to handle. Your mouth became a sloppy mess, his cock twitching each time your throat tightened around him. He could feel himself getting warmer and dizzier, the sight of you splattering around his length, your eyes watery and your hands struggling to keep you up made it unbearable for him to hold for much longer.

You can feel the mess dripping onto the sheets as you rub your thighs together.

He slides out of your mouth with a small pop and runs his thumb across your lips glistening with spit. The look you gave each other said enough as you arched your back and he made his way behind you.

His earlier fantasy was becoming a reality as he put one hand firmly on your hip and used the other to slide his tip up and down your warm and aching lips. He let go of both just long enough to grip the sides of your panties and burn them clean off. He yanked away the remaining fabric and lined himself up with your quivering entrance.

"Is this what you want, gorgeous? Hm? Do you need it?"

"Yes! Please Dabi! Fuck! I need it.C'mon.Please." And with your final desperate cries...he did just that. His every inch slid into you just right. His cock twitched as soon as he bottomed out, his hips jerking into you out of instinct.

He was the only man you knew who could pound your pussy so ruthlessly while his hands still explored your body so sweetly. it was intoxicating, addictive. You needed more. You needed him. Despite him holding your hips down, you managed to sway your hips just right, meeting his thrusts one by one.

He watched you gasp and loose balance, dropping on your forearms as you buried your head into the cushion. He admired the way your pussy took him so well, his cock disappearing all the way in and then coming back out. He was hazed, forgetting how much time passed as he plowed in and out of you, the intoxicating rhythm putting a strain on his muscles as he couldn't have it in him to slow down.

You were a teary mess, whines and cries coming from your sore throat as you begged for him to make you cum.

With another hard slap across your ass and more praise for the way you took him so well...that was it. You couldn't take it anymore. He was pounding that spongey spot just right and his hands were sending shivers through you. You couldn't hold back anymore and he could tell. You were clenching down on him as he continued to slide in and out. He grabbed you by the waist, towering over your back as he held your body flush to his.

His pace deep and more meaningful, his cock dragging along your velvety walls that were squeezing him of every drop he had left. The feeling of him throbbing as his warm cum painted your insides white threw you over the edge, your legs shaking as he continued with small ruts into your shivering cunt.

You were breathless, smiling, and spent. To your surprise, so was he. His blue eyes half lidded and his breathing ragged.

He carefully slid out of you and you both fell back into the mattress. After taking a moment to appreciate his sweat sheened body you sheepily asked, "Soooo...about the party...?"

"Yeah, yeah. It was great, wasn't it? Now shut up and come here," he said teasingly, welcoming you into his arms.

You're not sure when you fell asleep with your head on his chest or how you ended up with this man in your bed but you were happy to sleep in that day, your body already hooked on the warmth of his embrace, begging for it to not be just for this one night.

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So that was a wild ride, the backstory about this one is kinda long but i'll keep it as short as possible.

One day this lady jumped into my dm's (a few moths ago) requesting a Dabi x Reader x Overhaul fic.

Hovewer I didn't exactly get to it yet, but we continued talking throughout the months, her mentioning how she would love to start writing but was too scared of messing something up.

So we came up with a rough idea about dabi jerking off in the reader's panties and it went uphill from there!! Drafts and drafts, massages and thirsts we collabed on this and ended up with this little 4k word thing. So taking all of this into consideration, if you liked this spicy fic go give a follow to @issamomma the mentioned lady and a wonderful woman and now my dear friend.

Like,comment and reblog with ideas you might want the two us to collab on again. Hope you loved it and enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed writing it.

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[palbabor-writes]

Hellooo queen I hope you had/will have a great day. This is actually my first time requesting something so I’m very sorry if I do something wrong 🥺🥺... can you maybe write some fluff (OR NSFW I DONT MIND... just love him way too much damn) stuff for dabi?? I don't know if you only take requests with exact instructions or if this request is enough... if you need something more precise i will try to come up with something! Thank you very much!!

Hello, love! You did it perfectly & thank you so much for asking! I can be a bit of a lurker on things, so I totally get how much courage it takes to do one of these.

You did amazing & I love, love this question. I love it so much that I went ahead and took an old outline of mine & made it into a full blown fic for you!

Now, in honor of all the craziness swirling around our favorite flame user, Imma post it a little earlier then I’d planned! So, thank you for the ask & I hope to talk to you again ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7496

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ only, mentions of blood and gore, heat play, dick piercings, adult language and freaking Dabi. That alone should warn you.

Thermós θερμός   ther·​mos adjective m (feminine θερμή, neuter θερμόν); warm, hot, boiling, glowing

It’s sweltering; the fervor of summer sticky, humid, and oppressive. Japan is in the throes of August, and this heatwave is not letting up. Even at night, it’s impossible for Dabi to get comfortable. He’s been lying, half naked, draped across his narrow twin mattress for the last few hours, sweating. 

His quirk isn’t helping matters.

He’s been trying to recruit new members. Every day, he sets out, pounding the pavement, sifting through the bits and pieces of trash that he runs into. It’s a pity. If those scrubs weren’t so fucking pathetic, he might not be in this predicament. But they are, and now he’s having to suffer the consequences of his temper. 

His phone gleams on his dilapidated side table, a text message chiming across the screen as it flashes a speck of brightness into the darkened room. Groaning, he leans over and snatches it up, his hands slick as he clutches the encased plastic. 

It’s Toga. 

As a rule, he tries to avoid her. He hates her chatter. It’s always some unending nonsense about those UA kids, about Stain, or about fucking blood. It’s always blood with her. Give her five minutes, and she’ll work it into her conversation somehow, even if it’s just blurting it out, a blush staining her cheeks. 

Fucking freak.

[ Blondie: 12:34 am ]

- found smth 4 u. (Y/N) has a place. Keeps it @ like 60 degrees… lol

Well, disgusting as Toga is, she has her uses; he thinks as he reads her text. 

He’d asked her, a few days before, if she knew a place where he could crash. Somewhere that had some goddamn air conditioning. The hideout’s unit is on the fritz again, not that it had ever worked all that well. 

Hmm, well this is something, at least. 

Dabi’s isn’t sure what to think about Toga’s little ‘find’. You were a newer recruit, someone that Compress had brought in. 

He hadn’t paid much attention to you. You didn’t stay at the base and were only around if there was a specific mission, or a task, that Shigaraki set for you. He isn’t even sure what your quirk is. You seemed easy-going, neutral, but he doubted you’d extend that easy-going demeanor to him camping out at your place for the A/C. 

Chucking his phone back on the side table, Dabi flops to his side and tries to drift off, hoping his exhaustion will let him ignore the suffocating heat he’s drowning in.

 Fuck. 

He’d done it again. It was hard to resist the urge when these people spouted such vague fucking bullshit at him. No one, not fucking one of them, could live up to his cause. And if they couldn’t meet that standard? Well, they were better off as ash, melting into blackened pools as the asphalt greedily soaked their blood into its cracked depths. 

There is a heat advisory today. 

He’d heard the news as he scarfed down a quick breakfast at the hideout’s bar. He wouldn’t be out for that long, he reasoned. Besides, maybe today he’d find someone good. 

Wishful thinking on his part. 

His skin feels oppressive and his staples and piercings are scalding, the metal hissing and steaming as he tries to dampen his quirk. It’s harder to regulate his temperature on hot days. He shouldn’t be out here, he thinks, snarling as he pats out a few rogue flames that catch on his dark jacket. Even lifting his arm to perform that simple task makes him grunt, hissing out a mantra of curses.

Shit, fuck, goddamn it fucking all. 

He looks bitterly up at the sun and debates his next move. 

He could retreat to the bar, but that doesn’t solve his problem. No, the viscous heat that radiated along those upper floors would just make his skin feel worse. Hell, it might even result in more mottling, his burns stretching farther along his arms and chest. He’s not going back to the bar.

Where the fuck even is he?

He peers down the alley toward the street. It’s not too busy; just after noon, so most of the foot traffic from the morning has died down. He yanks his hood up, ignoring the ache of his legs as he stalks toward the street corner. 

Carefully, he pokes out, his eyes tracing over the crosswalk, looking for the street signs. Ah. He’s close to that address, your address, that Toga sent him. 

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he saunters along the pavement, careful to keep his head down. 

You were out of town. 

He’d picked up that tidbit from Compress this morning. The masked man had been lamenting that you might be away for a few days, possibly weeks. Something about being on a fact finding task for that shadowy voice that talked with Shigaraki from his tv. 

He didn’t care, still doesn’t. All he knows is that you supposedly keep your place cold, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

You’ve got a nice apartment. 

It’s decorated in pleasing whites, yellows, reds and greens, with clean lines and modern touches. It’s kinda like you, he considers as he shrugs his coat off and breathes in that amazing waft of cold A/C. You’ve been useful to have in the League; efficient and no nonsense about the missions you're given and you can fit in with the outside world. You’d give even Toga a run for her money when it comes to espionage, he’s heard others say about you. 

Dabi tosses a distasteful glare at your narrow couch and pads toward your bedroom, shouldering the door open and stepping into the dark sanctuary.

Your bed looks nice. It’s a good size too. 

Lifting his boots from his feet and stripping down to his boxers, he presses into your clean sheets; shivering as the chilly air hits his overheated skin, cooling and dampening that oppressive sense of heat. He’s out in seconds, his body relaxing, slackening as he falls into the void of his dreams.

Yeah, now that he’s had this, there’s no way he’s staying at that hideout of the League’s unless he has to. 

You’re gone for the better part of a week. 

He’s started asking Compress about you. At first, the older man had given him an impassive stare. Since when did Dabi even know your name? 

He’s asking because he needs to talk with you about… uh… supplies? 

This, apparently, is the correct thing to say, because Compress nods his head sagely and elaborates on your timetable. You’re collecting things for Kurogiri and you’ll be gone for another few days. 

Good, Dabi thinks, slinking into your apartment again, lowering the window behind him. He’s careful to leave things as he found them, his entryway into your place included. You don’t need to know about this.

What the fuck would he even say to you? 

Hey, uh, it’s fucking hot at the hideout, and since you’ve got a working A/C unit and like 3 fans, he’s been sleeping over at yours. No big deal, right?

Even after you return, he keeps sneaking in. 

He’s gotten your schedule memorized, and he’s heedful of the hours you keep. You’re a little more regular than the others in the League. You actually sleep at night; unlike the rest. The others are often out at God knows what hour, combing for recruits and leads, but not you.

So, Dabi shifts into full night owl mode. He crashes at your place in the midmorning, after you leave for the day, trying to ignore the perfume that comes from your sheets. 

You’ve got a nice smell. 

It’s oddly comforting, and he hates when he accidentally burrows into your pillows; nostrils flared, inhaling that aroma that’s all you. While he’s never talked with you before this, he goes out of his way to ignore you now. 

What he’s doing is fucking weird, and lines are blurring. The other week he’d bumped into you coming out of the bar and he’d almost snatched you to him. 

You must have just showered, because that fucking scent was radiating off your skin. It’s nothing too, eh, feminine? No, it’s more like… oranges and sandalwood. It’s a heady blend of rich balsamic and citrus, and he can’t get it out of his head.

August has faded into September, and he’s still sleeping over at yours. 

He can’t help it. It’s not his fault your bed is so downy and, fuck, cool. It’s like the sheets don’t absorb his warmth. No, they’re always cold and they feel so fucking good against his staples and burned skin. 

It’s midmorning, closer to noon, and he’s dozing, his eyes heavy and drooping. He’s exhausted, so bone tired, that he doesn’t hear your door opening. No, he doesn’t even notice you until he hears your voice.

“Um, would you like to tell me why you’re in my bed?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, a slow flicking of blue flames tracing along his fingers. You’re framed in your doorway, eyes wide, stepping away from his aggressive stance. 

“Woah, woah,” you begin, lifting your hands in supplication. “Let’s just… take a minute and talk. I’m not-”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he snaps, his cerulean eyes narrowing, but he dampens his fire, a long curling of smoke framing his face. 

“Uh, I think you got that backward there, bud. You’re not supposed to be here, I live here,” you scoff, one hand propping on your hip, head tilted exaggeratedly. 

Dabi is about to spit something else out when you stride into your bedroom, tugging your jacket off and sauntering over to a tall dresser. He snaps his mouth closed and watches you. He’s not sure how he’s going to talk his way out of this, and he’s grateful for the reprieve. But, he knows an onslaught of anger or, fuck, preserve him, a lecture is incoming. Worst case, he thinks, observing you from his peripheral as you tug out a long shirt and some shorts, you’ll just kick him out and that will be that. 

You glance at him again, your eyes lingering over his exposed chest and legs, and he can’t help the scowl that breaks over his face. He’s not embarrassed, he’s just, well, he’s not sure how to classify that stare. Most people recoil or toss him a glance of pity, their brows wrinkled with worry and distaste. But you? You arched an eyebrow and smiled.

Fucking weirdo. 

Pausing in your doorway, you bite your lip into your mouth and carefully speak your next statement, voice smooth. “Look, while I’d rather you, oh, I don’t know, asked me about staying here. I’m not in the mood to argue with you, and I’ve got a long journey ahead of me tonight.” You take a deep inhale and toss him another smile. 

“Just… just lay back down and get some rest. I promise I won’t molest you,” you tease, and he snaps his head up at that, his chin jutting in agitation. 

You laugh at his sour face and he feels wrong-footed; lost. What the fuck? Who says shit like that? Who is in their right mind is just, oh, no worries man, promise I won’t grab your dick?

What’s wrong with you?

“I’m going to change and then I’m going to go to sleep. You can go, or you can stay, I really don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to sleep on the couch when I’m in my apartment.” You retort, that grin still lifting your lips as you step away, the wall shielding you from his view. 

Dabi remains where he is; standing in your bedroom, clad in his boxers, his hands clenched into fists by his side. Somehow this is worse than you throwing him out.

You return a few minutes later and he can’t get a good look at you. You slink past him and are under your covers in an instant. Not that he’s trying to give you a once over, he snarls to himself, shaking his inky head. 

You nestle into the comforter and turn to your side, leaving him plenty of room on the opposite end of the bed. He blinks at you, a deep welling of uncertainty nestling in his stomach. 

You’re quiet for a long moment, your eyes closing and shoulders relaxing, acting like there’s not a wanted, deadly villain in your bedroom, paces from your side. Then, you twist, giving him a quick scan, your eyes lingering over his. 

“Either lay down or get out, Dabi. I’m not going to be able to sleep with you glaring at me like that. You look like some kinda ghost.”

Your declaration provokes a huffing, agitated reaction out of him. If there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s being told what to do. 

He slings himself beside you, splaying out, his body laying on top of the sheets. You chuckle, your head peeking at him over your shoulder. He ignores you and tries to close his eyes. 

It feels strange, resting next to you like this. It’s… intimate, and he’s not sure if he hates or likes the sensation. He chances a glance at you, but you’ve already turned back to your side, your shoulders rising and lowering rhythmically. He shakes his head at your blasé reaction. How can you just, fuck, sleep? 

He can’t get comfortable and his skin feels heavy again. It’s not heat this time. No, now something else is making everything feel too close, too warm. 

He dampens his thoughts, mind frantically focusing on anything but you. As the sun slips behind the buildings across the street, his eyes lower and he fitfully sleeps, your rich smell filling his senses.

He’d left you in the night; tucking his clothes back on and easing out of your window. 

True to your word, you’d relegated yourself to your side of the bed, hardly tossing or turning as you slept. As he paced back to the hideout, he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He just hoped you’d keep your mouth shut. He didn’t want the others knowing about this, it felt, well it’s not like him. Abrasive- fucking spewing anger and vitriol? Yeah, that was him. But this? This was too soft, too gentle. He hated it.

But that’s the problem with hate. It’s terribly close to that other emotion. They’re sisters, really. Usually love and hate exist on two sides, but they’re still the same coin, no matter how you toss them. 

You don’t act any differently after that night.

You keep coming to the hideout, giving him a vague smile and greeting before continuing your day. He’s acting differently, though. He can’t help but watch you, suddenly fascinated with how you move. He tries his best to shake himself from his musings, but sometimes he can’t help it. 

If anything, he grumbles to himself, watching you chatter with Toga, you’re subtly going out of your way to place yourself in front of him. You were never around this much before. Well, maybe you were. He didn’t pay you any mind back then, but now? Now he can’t get enough of you. 

He reacts when you laugh, or talk, his head turning, like a sunflower, toward the light you give off. Ugh. His only hopeful reprieve from this, from you, is the changing seasons. The days are getting shorter and that heatwave is finally, finally breaking. 

It’s his one comfort, his saving grace.

Yeah, he should have fucking never tossed that wish into the universe.

No, another heatwave passes over the island and it’s the worst one yet. The daily temperatures have been hitting the low 100s and the nights aren’t much better. To make matters worse, the A/C at the hideout has given up the ghost and won’t turn on at all now. 

Still, Dabi’s prepared. He’d bought a secondhand electric fan a few weeks ago, and he’s grateful for the tiny slice of paradise that it grants him. It’s not as nice as your apartment, or your bed, but it will do.

He’s laying across his mattress, sweat trickling down his back and shoulders, trying to ignore that ache in his burned skin. The fan is blowing across him and he’s about to crank it up a notch when it gives out an ominous sputter. 

Dabi sits up, his eyes flashing. No, no, no, no. There’s no fucking way.

The fan’s blades are slowing, that sweet, cool air dampening, drifting into the low-lying humidity that surrounds him. He yanks the plug from the wall, his staples stinging as he stands. He stomps over to the outlet and plugs the fan back in, turning on his haunches to see if the blades will start that familiar whirl. 

There’s fuck all happening. 

Cursing, he kicks the shitty thing over and grabs his jacket, storming down the stairs and into the night.

You’re sleeping when he slinks under your window sill, sliding the glass shut and kicking his heavy boots to the floor. It’s that sound that wakes you, and you lift yourself up, your sheets falling from your chest, revealing a bare shoulder and low cut shirt to him. Unabashed by your appearance, you wipe a palm over your eyes, rubbing the sleep away and croaking out a greeting. 

“When I said you could sleep over here, I didn’t mean you could barge in at all hours. And through my window? So, that’s why the hinge looks like that.” 

Dabi considers you for a moment, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You tilt your head at him and suck your teeth. 

“A, oh, I don’t know, sorry, would be nice?” you scold, that alluring smile lifting your lips. He follows the line of your mouth, his thoughts hazing over, focusing on some other, darker, daydream.

“Hello?” you call, waving your hand beside your face. “Earth to Dabi. What do you want?”

That question slips him out of his stupor and he lifts his eyes back to yours. “The A/C is out. Bought a fan a few weeks ago, but the fucking thing broke and I can’t… it’s hard to regulate my body temperature in this fucking heat. You keep this place like an icebox, so I started crashing here. Wasn’t planning on coming back, but after tonight-”

“Ok, ok,” you laugh, already scooting over and flinging the covers back. “Seeing as you didn’t try any funny business last time, I guess I’ll let it slide. Just, not to be rude, but shut up and let me sleep. I’ve gotta long day tomorrow and as enthralling as this conversation is…”

“Whatever,” Dabi mutters, slinging his damp shirt over his head and pacing over to the side of your bed. You blink up at him and shake your head, that tiny grin lingering. He presses into your familiar sheets, eyes already slipping closed as the fragrance of you pulls at him.

It’s early when he wakes, shuddering out of a nightmare, red flames and crying voices fading into the back of his mind. 

Wincing, he raises a hand to his eyes and pulls at his face, relieved that it’s still cool air that meets him. As he rolls to his side, he feels something trace over his unscarred chest. The sensation makes him freeze, his eyes snapping open again, the cerulean searching, whisking over the dim figure beside him. 

You’re still sleeping, but you’ve shifted, your body curled, facing him, and one of your hands is reaching toward him. Shit, he thinks, heart pounding in his ears. You’re so close. 

He’s never been this close to you. 

Your mouth is parted, delicate lips plush and soft in the early morning gloom. He tries to shift away, but your brow creases when he does, so he stills his movements, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore that flush that is building across his nose.

This is stupid. It’s just you. It’s not like the two of you have even done anything. Fuck, you barely talk with one another. 

He burrows his head into his pillow and the shift of his body urges you closer to him, your hand opening and pressing to his skin. A sigh slips from your mouth as your fingers splay out, tapping against his warmth, and he nearly startles off the bed.

He looks down at your hand, aghast. He wants to move it off of him; can’t stand that you’re touching him, he tells himself, that you’re this close to him. But he can’t bring himself to move. Your hand is so delicate, so…

Unconscious, you turn from him, your fingers lifting on their own, curling back to you. Dabi almost moans as you slip from him, clamping down on the sudden, primal desire that races through him. He wants to grab you; to drag you back to him. 

The hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?

Sucking his teeth, he turns over, facing away from the confusing neediness that’s lapping at his subconscious. He fluffs his pillow aggressively, trying to drown out all the raw emotions that are racing through his mind.

Forget it. Sleep.

 When he wakes again, you’re gone. 

The sheets where you slept are cold under his fingertips and he sits up, his arms resting on his knees. This whole situation is so fucking weird.

He lets himself ease into consciousness before standing and stretching out the leftover kinks in his muscles; stooping to grab his discarded shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and shaking his dark head against the sunlight. Just as he’s slipping his coat on, he notices the note that’s sitting on one of your bedroom chairs. It’s got his name on it, so he snatches it up, flipping open the folded paper. 

“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, I won’t have time to eat it. Help yourself. There’s also a spare key on the coffee table. Take it and stop jimmying my window open.” 

Scoffing, he crumples the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder as he paces into your kitchen.

It’s a fucking thing now. 

He’s rarely at the hideout. Why bother? You don’t seem to care if he sleeps over. Hell, you make space for him. There’s gotta be something else to it; there has to be. What kinda idiot is so fucking accommodating? You act like you’re a fucking hostel or something. Well, a hostel where there’s only one bed. 

You even bought another fan. You told him you don’t like to keep the overhead one on in the cooler weather, so he can use this one for his side of the bed.

Yeah, he’s got a goddamn side of the bed. It’s fucking insane.

The other members of the League either haven’t noticed what’s going on between the two of you, or they don’t care. It’s not like either of you talk about your sleeping habits. Fuck, you still never interact with him at the hideout, content to maintain that level of professionalism.

He’s not sure why it bothers him. 

One night, the temperature drops into the low 40s and he’s stretched out on your blankets, enjoying the first real cold snap of the fall, when he sees you shivering. It’s not very noticeable, what with the way you’re turned away and bundled, but it makes him tilt his head toward you, watching. 

Another pass of his fan has you repeating the quake and, without thinking, he pulls you closer, one long arm wrapping around your shoulder and tugging. Startled, you fight his hold, but he calms your movements with a squeeze, grumbling about your stoic reluctance. 

What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against him before. Calm down. 

You quiet after that and slowly, tentatively, you lean against his bare chest, your cheek cool against his heated skin. He tucks his chin over your head and tries to keep his breathing even. He doesn’t want you to hear, fuck, feel his heartbeat; it’s slamming its way out of his throat and he gulps when your fingers pull him closer. 

“How are you so warm?” you ask, your breath floating across his pectorals. 

“It’s my stupid quirk,” Dabi mutters, dipping his head down to his pillow, shifting you with him. You nod against his lean muscles and your fingertips trace cool designs into his skin, lingering over his burnt patches and staples. He sighs, unable to resist the low shiver that creeps up his spine. 

This is nice; too fucking nice.

He can’t do without your touch now.

Remember that thing about love and hate being sisters? Well, that hate is simmering into something else for Dabi. It’s not love, he doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s certainly not hate anymore.

He likes touching you. You’re smooth against his jagged skin and he enjoys the contrast. He’s slow when he pulls you against him, careful to not snag you against his staples, but you seem to like his heat. You’ve even started wearing less to bed, slipping out of that baggy shirt and into a thin tank top; he’s pleased that he has more of you to caress. 

It’s getting harder to keep you out of his head. He can smell your perfume, even if he hasn’t seen you for days, and each time he does see you, even at the hideout, his fingers itch to press against you. 

You’d laughed at his sudden, intense, interest. The hell Dabi, are you touch starved or something? You’d teased. What’s up with you? I was worried about you burning down my apartment, not you turning into some kind of cuddle fiend.

He doesn’t care what you say. He knows it’s fucking stupid, fucking dumb, that he’s this desperate. It just feels good. And there’s not much about him that feels good these days, so he’ll take what he can get. Fuck you very much.

There’s a meeting. It’s one of the ones where Shigaraki demands that everyone make their way to the bar. 

Boss man has been tense lately, thrumming with some dark energy, so the room is quiet as Kurogiri elaborates on the smaller details of the mission. Your part is minimal, limited to reconnaissance with Toga. It’s boring shit, and Dabi is only half listening to any of it.  

Besides, there’s something else that’s snagging his attention. 

Dabi is sitting on the couch, his eyes lingering on you. You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits and the color looks good on you. It brings out your eyes. You’re questioning Spinner and Toga about the finer points of your team up. He can’t hear you from here, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still in the best spot to spy you leaning forward, perfect ass on full display. 

“She’s gotten better, more adept at working undercover,” Compress’ voice shakes Dabi from his thoughts and he turns to him, a bland frown on his face.

“Who?”

“Please, you know who I’m talking about. You can’t stop looking at her.” 

He chortles, his laugh a sharp bark. “You’re fucking joking. Her? Fuck, no. I’m gonna head out, not like the boss has anything for me anyway,” Dabi stands, slipping his hands into his trench coat and pacing to the heavy door, shouldering his way into the night. 

He leans against the brick wall, lighting up a cigarette and sighing a thin line of smoke into the chilled air. Fuck, they’re noticing what’s going on. Wait. What is going on? It’s not like the two of you are fucking. Yet, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind, and he smirks at that thought. 

Yeah, maybe it’s time to speed things up.

You step out a few minutes later, your eyes searching for him. He flicks his cigarette onto the pavement and wraps his fingers in your coat, tugging you to him. You don’t fight him; don’t make a sound as he pins you against the brick, his body hot against your front. 

The two of you watch the other, his cerulean eyes roving over your face. Then he’s lifting your chin, his lips sliding across yours. It’s a strange kiss. Usually, he’s too busy trying to get off to focus on his partner. He rarely kisses anyone, even if he’s hooking up. But this kiss? 

Like everything else about you, it’s fucking nice. 

You move with him, your body surging from the brick, breasts flattening against his chest, fingers cupping behind his ears; nipping and sucking at him, your teeth digging into his burned lower lip and pulling. You’re encouraging him to touch you next, rubbing yourself on him until his hands fall to your hips. He’s already half hard, and that warm juncture of your thighs isn’t helping matters.

To his shock, he’s having trouble keeping up. 

You’re already pulling from him when he dips his tongue into your mouth. He gasps at the emptiness, that chilling vacancy that your touch leaves him panting into. Before he can bemoan your absence, you’re kissing at his neck, lifting on your tiptoes to reach the staples on the side of his face. You lick at him, your wet tongue dragging over his burns. He trembles under your hands and you smile, your laugh bright. 

Snarling, Dabi yanks your head back and you meet his hazy gaze, biting your lip; pantomiming a wonton innocence. Immediately, he’s pushing you into the brick, his hands cupping and lingering until you’re whining for him. That’s fucking better, he thinks, his teeth worrying against your pulse. 

Just when he’s got you where he wants you, your hand snakes between the two of you, pressing against the bulge of his dick. Dabi can’t help his sharp intake of air, and his head falls to your shoulder as he ruts into your palm. You keep kissing at the side of his face, your lips roving over his ear as you tug at his covered dick. You’re saying something, but he can’t focus when you’re doing that.

“Dabi,” you try again, teeth ensnaring his destroyed earlobe, sucking at the burnt skin. “They’re about to come out.” 

He knocks your hand away from his straining, throbbing length and leans away from you. Fuck, you look good. 

Your lips are swollen, and your eyes are dazzling. He can’t pull himself away. You smile at his dazed expression and lift a hand to his cheek, your palm cool against his overheated skin.

The door shudders open and the two of you spring apart. A few minutes later Toga is grabbing at your arm and pulling you down the street, away from him.

He’s waiting outside your apartment, another cigarette smoldering to ash under his lips. But he can’t bring himself to go in. 

Not without you. 

Toga’s kept you busy. It’s been over an hour since that kiss in the alleyway. He’s cooled off since then, but that simmering heat that you elicited from him? That hasn’t dimmed. He’s still half hard against his dark pants and he can’t bring himself to care. Besides, Dabi has a very specific idea about how he’s going to have you lessen that pressure for him. 

He’s just about to light another cigarette when he sees you. 

You walk into your building, and he starts the long climb up the fire escape. His heart is pounding again. He hasn’t wanted something this badly in ages. He’s been so fucking focused on his cause, on making his plans a reality; he just hasn’t had the time. 

But now? Fuck, he wants there to be more hours in the day. He’s hoping the two of you can pick up where you left off. Yeah, he tells himself, scaling the last few steps, it’s just about the sex. 

That sounds better than saying what he really wants. 

You’re already slipping your oversized sleep shirt over your head when he lifts your window. You pause, watching him curl his way into your space. Once he pulls his legs inside he turns to you, his eyes dark, unfathomable, the blue so deep that you feel you’re drowning in it. 

He doesn’t shut the window. Instead, he yanks his clothes off, clattering them against your floor. You smile and a gentle laugh makes its way to him. 

“What did I say about coming in through the window?” you chuckle, already lifting your arms for him. 

He’s against you in a single breath, his warmth seeping its way into your chilled skin. His lips are rough, pressing and lifting, biting and nipping. He’s working you toward your bed and once your knees hit the edge of your mattress, he’s shoving you down. 

You flop against the cold blankets, your legs already spreading for his hips. He’s hot, scaldingly hot, against your hands. Your fingers dip into his hair and you pull him back, earning a low growl and his flashing glare, displeasure written all over his face. 

“Slow down,” you scold, your legs wrapping around his hips, grinding against the hardness you find. 

“The fuck? You goddamn tease. Fucking saying that, then rubbing your wet pussy all over my dick,” Dabi snarls, snatching your wrists and pinning your hands beside your head.

“How do you know it’s wet?” you ask, batting your eyes at his steeled jaw. 

“It fucking better be,” he groans, his teeth sinking into your neck and pressing, hard. 

You gasp at the stimulation and arch for him, testing his hold on your wrists. Grunting, he licks a wet line to your pulse, his hands tightening over yours. “Mmm, why don’t you find out?” you ask, leaning into his lips, loving the contrast of his destroyed and perfect skin. 

He shifts his grip on you, yanking your arms up, pinning your hands above your head. He lifts one of his own hands away once he’s satisfied he’s got a good hold on you. His warm fingers trace down your side, pausing when he gets to the lacy band of your panties. Teasingly, he pulls fabric away from your skin, and lets it snap against your hip. Dabi tips his nose into the curve of your neck and shoulder, taking a deep drag against you. 

You buck your hips, squirming under his weight. “You get lost? My pussy is a little further down.” 

He chuckles darkly, his breath making you shiver. You’re just about to wriggle from him when one long finger eases past your panties and presses into your sopping heat. “Oh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back. It feels like he’s heated his fingertip, and the skin that’s stroking and thrusting into you is warm, too warm. 

Dabi leans away from your neck, bracing himself above you with his knees, pulling himself into a hunched position. He’s smirking at your awed expression and his teeth glow in the darkness. 

“Like I said doll, you’re already so fucking wet for me. You want more?”

You nod and buck your hips, digging that finger deeper. He groans at your eagerness and you can feel him warming the next digit up, the tip burning against the soft flesh of your inner thighs. 

Once it’s in, he starts to v the two, dragging them along your rippling walls, spreading you open, easing you into his hand. Your slick is sliding down your legs and seeping into the sheets. Still, Dabi keeps on, maintaining that steady stretch. It starts to sting and you shift away, but he releases your wrists, free hand moves to your hip, stilling you. 

You glance up at him, curious. His eyes are hooded, the blue a velvety sapphire. He looks like he’s holding himself back from something. Almost like… like he’s handling you with more care than he’s ever given anything. It’s a strange thought, but the idea of it makes you reach for him, your fingers running down his discolored skin, lingering over the staples and piercings. 

“I’ve gotta stretch you out,” he informs you, his eyes closing behind his trembling eyelids, savoring your gentle caress. 

“Hmm, you that big?” you joke, fully expecting him to react, to silence you with a kiss or another well-timed thrust of his fingers. But he surprises you. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a rough stare, his digits continuing that aching pull. You’re throbbing around him, your arousal easing his passage, his extensions. 

“I don’t want to… hurt-” he stops, his eyes narrowing. With an inaudible sigh, he slides down your body, only halting once he’s face to face with your sleek cunt. His breath heaves against you and you wrap a leg over his back, holding him close. 

Dabi laves his tongue over you, latching onto your pulpy clit and giving it a soft suck. Your hands sink into his hair, curling into the spiky tendrils, urging him to give you more.  

He rewards your needy moans with another lick and he flicks his eyes up to yours, watching you over your shaking curves. 

“I’m going to add another finger,” he tells you, preparing you for another deep stretch. When he enters you almost pull from him, your hips bowing away at the pricking of pain. Sensing your distress, he keeps his lips around your pulsing clit, distracting you with kisses and low blows of air. 

Finally, you can feel yourself loosening. Your feet brace against your bed and you use the leverage to maneuver him deeper. You feel, you feel so…

Dabi, realizing that your cunt is quivering around his intruding digits, shifts closer, his piercings rubbing against your thighs. He’s sloppy now, less controlled. His tongue is circling your clit with furious laps and he lets a canine trace the bud. His fingers are still spreading and he’s found that spongy spot now. He taps against it, teasing you, making you clench and gasp around him. 

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when it seems like all the sensations are too, too, much; it snaps. The coiling in your core pulls free and you’re moaning, so loudly you’re worried your neighbors will hear. His name is falling from your lips at a rapid rate and you can feel his smirk as he lifts his fingers from your cunt. 

Dabi leans away and you shake at the loss of him. He was so warm, so hot against your damp skin and you miss it. He watches you, tucking his fingers into his mouth, lapping the final bits of your release from him. 

“Take off your clothes,” he demands when he’s finished, his hands already dropping to his tented boxers, slipping the elastic down his trim waist. 

You shift to obey, your hands yanking your shirt, bra and soaked panties off of you. You splay under him, indolently admiring the sight that is revealed to you. Oh, you think, unable to contain your small gasp, he is big. 

His cock is long, thick, and curved, and it’s dripping with pre-cum. There’s a crossed set of piercings at the tip of his length and you watch, mesmerized, as a shimmering strand of his arousal catches on the shiny silver, leeching down the smooth length of him. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and that thought makes you shiver with anticipation, and a small sliver of worry.  

Dabi grins wildly at your flushed face. “Like what you see?” 

You nod, and he laughs, fingers snatching your legs, tugging you toward him. You spread for him, so eager and fucking turned on you can’t think straight. His hand lowers to his cock, and he strokes himself as he rechecks your silken cunt, gathering some of the gossamer strands of your arousal on his fingers as he ensures that you’re ready to take him. 

“I’m not going to go slow,” he warns you, his eyes lifting from your folds. 

Gulping and biting your lip, you nod, a shaking exhale escaping your lungs. He shifts himself nearer and begins to press. He’s right, you think, wincing at the sting of his intrusion. He’d stretched you out, licked you until you were leaking all over the bed, but it hurts. 

It takes him a moment to bottom out. Once he does, he groans and gasps above you. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so damn tight.” 

You flop your head against your pillow and let out a long sigh. He’s holding still as you adjust, and, despite his warning, he’s being careful with you. It makes your chest squeeze. After a few more pained breaths, you can feel a low tingling radiating from your core. It’s like an itch. Experimentally, you cant your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist, cautious of the stapled skin across his lower back. 

Dabi mutters a soft curse and pulls back, his length sliding out of your drenched pussy. When he glides back in, you feel that same tingling sensation. Distantly, you realize it must be those piercings of his, but you’re too overwhelmed by the sensation to process it fully. 

“Hold on,” he groans, his hands bracing beside your head. You lace your arms around his bowed neck, and he starts to pounds into you. It’s a calculated motion, but- ah- he’s taking the extra second between his powerful pulls and thrusts to scrape his pelvis against your pulsating clit, stimulating you, ensuring that dim blaze pleasure within you keeps building. Whimpering, you arch your back, your ankles locking around him, encouraging him to keep going. You feel so good, so full, filled to the brim and practically begging him for more. 

Sloppily, his mismatched lips find yours and he nibbles and kisses at you. The sheer heat of him is making you both slick with sweat. You don’t mind the salty, dampened feeling, if anything, it eases his motions. 

You’re so wet now that he’s gliding easily into you; that piercing of his heating up, and the rapid fire thrusts he’s giving you create a smoldering inside you; like he’s catching you on fire from the inside out. 

His hips stutter and he lifts one hand from the bed, his thumb easily finding your clit. He presses a tight circle across you and you see spots. 

“Come on,” he groans, his voice hoarse, strained, “cum for me (Y/N). Fucking cum on my dick.” 

That desperation in his tone is all that it takes. 

Seconds later, you’re arching and shaking so much that he has to hold you still. He eases into you a final time, his frantic thrusts slowing, spacing out as he enjoys your rippling channel, and the fiery feeling of his own release almost hurtles you over the edge again. You curl against him, panting into his burnt ear, licking at the damaged skin.

Dabi leans heavily against you, one large hand pressing into your lower back, lifting you to him. Once he comes back to himself, he kisses at your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. He eases himself out of you and your legs clamp together, holding his cum inside you. It still feels so, so hot, and you’re not ready to let it drip out of you, not yet. 

He untangles himself from you and adjusts some of his staples, wincing against the sting of his marred and clean flesh. Realizing what he’s doing, you slip from the bed and pad into your bathroom. You clean yourself off and grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dampening a clean cloth with the solution. 

“Here. It’s got some peroxide on it,” you tell him as you reenter the bedroom, tossing the rag his way. He catches it easily, dabbing it over himself, careful to not snag it on any of his loose skin. While he’s busy doing that, you snatch up his discarded white shirt and sling it over your head. He looks at you and scoffs. 

“What’s wrong with yours?” he asks, tossing the cloth onto the floor.

“Yours looked better,” you inform him, returning to his side and leaning close. He rolls his eyes at you and you shift into his open lap, straddling his hips. Grinning, you kiss at his neck again, sneaking a few groans from him. Sighing as you give him a particularly hard nip, he bats you off of him, tumbling you down to the sheets. 

“Give me a fucking minute,” he complains, shaking his head as you wrap around him, pulling him into your arms. Once he’s settled onto the bed you turn, pressing your back to his chest, relaxing into the familiar hold. He snorts, amused by your sudden change of mind. 

Dabi lowers his forehead to the back of your head, a small smile rising along his lips. Your breathing evens out and he listens to the sound, trying to memorize each little detail of you.

Yeah, this is it, he tells himself as he drifts off. The rest is just extra. Oh, it’s nice, to be sure, but this, this right here is what he really wants.

Notes: Soft, soft Dabi. I like him like this ꒰ ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱ ˖°  

Tags: @evesmores, @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx

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A Dream Come True: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader part 1/2

So my friend wrote this fic but she didn’t have anywhere to post it so we decided to share it here! All creds go to her 🤪

I’ll post part 2 tomorrow, which is when it gets spicyyyy

“Y/N I am leaving for the night. You know what to do and your paycheck is on the desk in my office.” 

And with those final words, a cheeky wink, and the slam of the back door, your boss stalked out of the empty bar. He wasn’t a bad person but a lousy boss and an even lousier business owner. Most of the liquor went into his morning, afternoon, or evening coffee sometimes forgoing the coffee altogether. You overheard some of the other workers in the area saying that this place was gonna go under pretty soon. Even without the boss’s nasty habit of drinking the alcohol, you’re are in a part of town that doesn’t attract many people. On a busy night you might have three or four people come in for a lonely drink. It was a lonely place and a lonely job but it was easy work and the boss always seemed to pay you more than what the job is worth. Just another poor business practice. 

Tonight had been the same as usual. You came into work at 6 and set up the bar for opening at 6:30. It wasn’t until 9:45 that another soul entered the bar. He was one of the usuals and it was nice having another human being to chat with while you fixed his drink. He made the routine comments about how you’re still young and shouldn't be working in a run down place like this, and you gave him the same answer as always that you were saving up to finish school, and that it was a fine job. When he left it was back to mindless wiping of surfaces and organizing the glasses and no one to talk to. It was 11:30 now and no one else had entered the bar, but that was normal. It was almost closing time now, and the boss never minded if you shut down 15 minutes early.  

You were locking up the liquor, back turned to the rest of the bar when two male voices came from the front door. That’s weird you didn’t hear the door. They seemed to be arguing, and one of them seemed to be in pain based on his frequent groans and strained voice. 

“Sorry we’re closing up for the night.” you yelled, continuing the shuffling of bottles. 

“And who in the hell are you?” 

You had heard that voice before, but that was insane, just a coincidence. However at that moment you felt an arm roughly grab around your waist and a strong lock around your wrists violently pushing them into your back. 

“OUCH! WHAT THE HELL?!” 

You were violently pushed around, body finally turned to see the man that wasn’t currently restraining you from behind. If this was some dumb cartoon your jaw would have touched the floor. What the hell was going on? All logical thought swept from your brain. How could this be? This man could not be standing in front of you. No you’re dreaming. You must be. You fell asleep at work and you’re dreaming. Okay. Okay. You just need to wake yourself up. Yeah that's it. You tried pinching yourself but you couldn’t move your hands out of the tight grip. The only unrestrained part of your body were your legs. You violently landed a kick to your left shin.

“FUCKING SHIT!!” Was that supposed to hurt that much in a dream? 

“If that was aimed at me, you’re pathetic” The deep voice behind you chuckled lightly at the self inflicted kick. You felt the reverberations of the low tone where your body was pressed against his. You knew that voice too! You looked down at the arm still gripping threateningly around your waist. Charred skin ran all the way down to the hand where a ring of staples held it to viable flesh.  Oh my god. This can’t be happening. You continued to violently kick yourself, closing your eyes tightly before opening them again, persistently trying to wake yourself up and make sense of this situation. 

“Hey. Hey. Hey quit squirming” You felt a leg separating your own, preventing you from further abuse to your shins. The arm around your waist tightened in support since your legs started to give out. 

“Crusty come help me out I think she’s gonna faint” 

When you opened your eyes, the lights of the bar were harsh against your blurry vision and foggy brain. 

“That was a weird dream. What time is it?” you wondered aloud, looking up for the clock on the wall.

“And she’s back, and this isn’t a dream sweetheart.” the deep voice sent a shock down your spine.

No way. Your eyes darted to the two men standing next to the bar. It was only then you realized you were slumped awkwardly in one of the leather chairs scattered throughout the room, ropes replacing the rough hands from earlier.

“Now as I asked you before? Who the hell are you?” This time it was the scratchy voice that shot at you. The familiar lanky form of Tomura Shigaraki was leaning against the bar, this time the edges of his frame curved into shadow and his height adding much more presence than what you could have imagined. 

“You… you’re Tomura Shigaraki” you stuttered in shock.

“I asked for your name girl, not mine. Now spit it out” He barked impatiently. 

“I-I-mm Y-yy-/N-nn” 

“What are you doing here?” He shot again. 

“I-I work here” Eyes darting between the two men you’ve studied so closely before, but always through a screen. This can’t be real. They can’t be real. It was rather ironic how defiant your mind was being to the presence of two men you had spent hours watching, reading, and fantasizing about but this was insane.  

“No you don’t.” Shigaraki’s voice becoming more and more impatient with your slow and stupid answers. 

“This bar has been closed for years.” Dabi stated flatly as though proving you’re lying. 

“I can’t believe this. This has to be a dream” you started mumbling to yourself quickly trying to understand how this was reality. 

“HEY! This isn’t a dream, you stupid girl! Now tell us why you're in our bar!” 

“You’re Tomura Shigaraki and you’re Dabi from My Hero Academia” you started calming down and succumbing to the fact that this was happening even if you were going crazy. Two villains from an anime you watch are standing in front of you seemingly real. 

“From wha–– oh nevermind. What’s your quirk?” Shigraki continued to shoot questions at you but none of his words could cut through the hurricane of questions storming through your brain. 

“How are you guys real? How are you guys here?”

“I am the one asking questions here. Now tell me what your quirk is?”  He said annoyedly, starting to scratch his neck.

“I don’t have a quirk. No one here does” 

“What are you talking about? Nearly everyone has a quirk.” Dabi questioned coldly. 

“This is the real world. There are no such things as quirks here.” You continued finally allowing yourself to come to the ludacris idea that this was in fact reality. 

“Very funny. Dabi what do you say we just kill her?” Shigaraki said with a sadistic grin evident behind the hand, taking a step closer to you. Dabi shrugged leaning against the bar, an air of unamusement lingering in his face. 

“WAIT...wait...What if I can prove to you that this is a different reality?” 

“Well go on then prove it” Shigraki teased continuing his advance on you. 

“You’re Tomura Shigaraki leader of the League of Villains ––” 

“Blah Blah everyone knows that” He said annoyed now looming over you, his deadly hands reaching out. 

 Closing your eyes and turning away from him, you continued to spurt out facts, waiting to be turned into ash. 

“Your real name is Tenko Shimura, the hand on your face you refer to as father, you…” 

SLAP! Your face stung but your body still seemed to be intact. When you dared to open your eyes,  Shigraki’s face was inches from yours, murderous crimson glaring at you from between the fingers of his mask. Pinned into the chair between his two arms gripping the armrests, you were trapped. 

“How do you know that?” He said through clenched teeth. 

“You’re a character from an anime I watch. I’ve watched you guys for months”

“Liar. You must have hacked us or stolen or….” You could tell he was trying to figure out how you knew information that isn’t in any record or known by anyone. 

“I promise. I didn’t do any of that. I am telling the truth.” you continued to plead. 

“What about me? Do you know shit about me?” Dabi didn’t seem to be convinced. 

“Ummm...Well I know your name is Touya Todoroki and you’re the oldest son of Endeavor and...

“You’re the son of Endeavor?” Shigaraki standing up and looking at him revolted. 

“Hey I didn’t say that. She did.” Dabi seemed pissed behind the flat face. 

“Okay but SHE seems to know everything about us so…” 

“Fine. What do we do then? Kill her?” Dabi asked.

“Fine by me.” Shigaraki shrugs. You stared helplessly as the blue haired man turned back to you still tied in the chair. 

“Wait! I know information about other people. I’ll tell you everything I know please” 

“Sorry, but I’ve made up my mind” 

The excitement was evident in his scratchy voice as he violently grabbed your face smushing your cheeks together uncomfortably. Shigaraki’s cold fingers dug into your skin, nails sharp and ragged. You could see his pointer finger still raised in your field of vision. You shut your eyes tightly as he slowly brought his pointer finger down to meet his others. You waited for something to happen. Were you already dead? Was it that simple? You opened an eye when you felt Shigaraki’s nails dig further into your skin. He was still standing in front of you with his hand still on your face, just as confused as you were on why you weren’t a pile of ash.

“I guess your quirks were erased when...” 

SLAP! Where his hand had laid flat moments before was now red and stinging as he landed his second blow to your face tonight. 

“Scar face any fire?” he shot, standing up straight again and turning towards Dabi.

“Nope. I am just as useless as you” Dabi returned. 

You could see the annoyance fuming in Shigaraki’s eyes as the realization that what you had been stating was true. He was currently stuck in a different dimension with no quirks. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that you didn’t have to be worried about being turned into ash by either men.

“Alright brat” Shigaraki hissed turning back to you. “ What were you saying about information?”

“Well like I said before. You two are characters in an anime in this universe, and that means I know just as much about other characters... I mean other people in your universe. Of course not everything but just what’s been released”

“An anime you say. What’s this show called?” 

“Um…” You hesitated knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer”

“Spit it out” 

 “My Hero Academia” 

“Tch. Of fucking course it’s about the heros.” He said the last word with such disdain that it oozed onto the floor. 

“Let me guess. All Might is the main character?”

“Well not exactly.”

“Then who the fuck is it?” 

“Well….Izuku Midoriya” 

“That annoying little green haired brat is the main character?! What makes him so special?” 

“Well that’s kind of a long story and the whole premise of the show” 

“Well we’ve got time, and we need to figure out how in the hell we got here and how the fuck we’re gonna get back, so keep talking” 

“Fine, but first untie me.” 

“What did you say?” Shigaraki questioned. A small chuckle came from Dabi who was now playing with the toothpicks you used in drinks, lazily moving them around with his hands, one already perched between his teeth. 

“I told you to untie me” You were gaining some confidence since you realized you had the upper hand. 

“There are no quirks here and I have no intent on trying to deceive you two, believe me I know what you’re capable of ” They could still harm you in many ways but you were a source of information and someone who understood their situation. 

“So if you would please untie me. I promise to help you” At this point you surmised that they had somehow been warped here by someone else’s quirk either in or after some kind of fight. Shigaraki had a growing bloodstain seeping through his jeans, and Dabi had some deep cuts and few staples loose. Dabi and Shigaraki looked at eachother deciding whether or not to trust me.

“Look” You said exasperatedly. You were starting to lose feeling in one of your legs that was pressed awkwardly underneath you, and your shoulders becoming sore from the awkward angle of your arms. “I don’t know how you are here or why it was me you happened to run into, but you need help and are you really gonna try and explain this situation to someone else?” 

“She’s right you know” Dabi said casually to Shigaraki who was obviously trying to come up with an excuse to hurt you. 

“Fine. Go utie her” 

With a heavy sigh Dabi slid off his stool dropping the toothpicks in his hand, the one still pursed between his lips moving idly as he chewed on it. He stalked over to you as Shigaraki sat on a stool at the bar from the growing pain in his leg. Dabi came up in front of you, and you couldn’t help but flush at how close he was. You thought back to the copious amounts of fanfic you’ve read as he reached around you to untie the rope. He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck and hear him chewing on the toothpick. He smelled of worn cologne with a musky yet slightly minty scent mixed with what you presume to be the scent of charred flesh. Once you were free and he was no longer in your personal space, you rubbed your wrists standing up trying to get blood flow back to your legs. 

“Thanks” you say casually to Dabi as he walks back over resuming his seat at the bar next to Shigaraki. He doesn’t respond. 

You start to walk towards the door at the side of the bar that leads to the boss’s office and the back room where you keep your stuff. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Shigaraki asks sliding off his stool threateningly, but he nearly stumbles when he lands on his ill leg. 

“Don’t worry I am just going to grab my stuff” 

“Dabi go with her” 

“No. She’s not gonna go anywhere. Besides if this is anything like the bar then that room has no exit”

“Tch–” was Shigaraki’s only response. You take this as a concession and push open the door to the back room. When the door closes, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

Dabi and Shigaraki from MHA were real and standing in the room next door. And you were going to help them?! Did that make you technically a villain? How were you supposed to figure out how to get them back? Did you want them to go back? After all you had dreamt of scenarios similar to this many times. Maybe if you figured it out could you go with them? That thought alone was enough to make your simp dreams explode. What weeb gods had blessed you? 

Your brain was racing as you gathered your sweatshirt and bag. You popped quickly into the office attached to the back of the room to grab your paycheck. Like you suspected, he gave you a random bonus but you weren’t complaining. You stuffed it into your bag and walked back towards the bar. You took a deep breath before pushing open the door, half expecting to be met with an empty room, but there they were, talking in hushed tones. They immediately stopped when they heard you come back. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Shigaraki asked, noticing your bag as you pulled on your sweatshirt. 

“This place closed over 20 minutes ago and unless you want the other business owners around here to come poking around, since I always close on time, we should head out” 

“And where exactly are WE going?” Dabi asked boredly, staring off at the ceiling. 

“I live about six blocks from here. Think you can make it? I have first aid shit at my place” You directed the last part towards Shigaraki. 

“Tch-” 

“I will take that as a yes.” you said as you turned off the decorative lighting around the bar, and locked the register. You walked towards the front door and you heard the two men shuffle around to follow you. You open the door letting them walk out in front of you. Shutting off the main lights shrouding the bar into complete darkness cept the bright green exit sign above the door, you locked the bar door and turned to see Dabi and Shigaraki looking around at the buildings surrounding the bar. Shigaraki had stowed father into his pocket and Dabi popped up the collar of his jacket to try and obscure some of his scars. You also glanced around taking in the familiar scenery. You never really noticed how similar it was to the shots in MHA. Weird. 

Anyways you can think about that later. You started the route back to your house the two men trailing closely behind you whether it was for their own comfort or to make sure you didn’t try to bolt, you didn’t know but you felt much safer with these two with you. Normally you would walk quickly, key in hand, always crossing the street to whichever side had the most light, but tonight you didn’t worry too much about the potential danger lurking on the streets. All of them seemed miniscule to the two men behind you. 

You walked in complete silence for the majority of the time. You had so many questions but all of them could wait till you got home. I am sure they have just as many questions for you. You could hear Shigaraki grunt in pain every once in a while, walking becoming harder as time went on. You were about a block away coming up on the small 24 hour grocery/convenience store where you frequently bought snacks and food on your way home from work. 

“Hey I need to quickly grab some stuff. I don’t have much food at home. Are you guys hungry?” 

Neither responded. 

“Okay then.” Neither one objected as you turned into the small parking lot walking up to the store. They both followed you inside like two overgrown shadows. You grabbed a basket and started making your way through the isles grabbing essentials like milk and cheese. 

“Feel free to grab some stuff if it catches your eye. There’s Soba cups down that aisle and Shigaraki there’s chips and other snacks there too. I just need to grab something over here” you say pointing towards the other direction. Dabi and Shigaraki glance at each other and stalk off together. 

“You know it's getting rather annoying how she knows all this stuff about us” You catch Shigaraki telling Dabi as you turn to go grab all the other items you need. When you return they’re both there, bags of chips and soba cups in hand. It was rather cute how they stood there waiting for you to return. You walked up to the counter to check out and once Dabi and Shigaraki dropped their haul for you to pay, they walked outside to wait for you. 

“Good Morning Y/N” 

“Oh. Hey Thomas” you say to the cashier you’ve come to know over the many late night trips. He always amused himself by saying good morning whenever you came in after midnight. 

“Who were the two guys with you? They seem kinda rough. Is everything alright?” he finished scanning your items as you handed over your card. 

“Oh haha. Don’t worry they’re some family friends. They came to visit me while they’re passing through” 

“Oh alright then. Well I hope you have a good morning” He said with a cheery smile.

“Good morning” you returned, resistantly. You grabbed the bags of groceries and waved to Thomas, pushing the door open and stepping outside scanning for Dabi and Shigaraki. 

You spot them leaning against the side of the store watching some teens try and pick a redbox movie. 

“We only have a block to go,” you told them as they stood up straight to follow you.

“Woah!!! Jamie look that dude is dressed up as Dabi!” 

We turned to see one of the teens staring at Dabi. 

“Look at the guy next to him! That’s the best Shiggy I’ve seen” 

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing. The look on Shigaraki’s face at a random teen calling him Shiggy was priceless. If only these kids knew. Dabi continued walking down the parking lot and Shigaraki looked like he was about to murder someone. 

“Hey do you think we could get a picture with you guys?” one of the teens asked walking towards Shigaraki. 

Oh no bad idea. 

“Hey guys. Not tonight. Sorry” You intervened quickly, shooting Shigaraki a look that said don’t do it. He seemed to understand because he started to walk towards where Dabi was waiting. 

“Aww man. Shigaraki’s my favorite character. Tell them amazing costumes.”  

“Will do” you said with a smile and turned to walk towards where the two men were waiting for you. 

The rest of the walk had an air of impatience as you all wanted to just get to your destination. You had finally made it to your apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside. It was a fairly new building so the apartment was rather nice however it was one of the smallest models. There was only one bed and bath but the open concept living room and kitchen made it feel rather spacious. You walked into the kitchen putting away all the groceries as Dabi and Shigaraki looked around surveying your apartment. 

“Feel free to make yourselves at home. I’ll grab my first aid stuff. There’s food and drink in the kitchen”

You walked down the hall to your room kicking off your shoes and taking off your sweatshirt. You grabbed the rather large first aid kit from the bathroom and brought it back into the main room. Both Dabi and Shigaraki had shed their jackets and seemed to have found some left over beers in your fridge. Dabi was sitting on the kitchen counter and Shigaraki was sitting at the dining room table, prodding at the wound on his leg. 

“Don’t touch it. That's only gonna make it worse” you told him. 

“Oh shut up. Don’t tell me what to do” he hissed.

“Fine I guess I’ll fix Dabi up first” 

Shigaraki shoots Dabi a look of incredulity and annoyance, to which Dabi only raises his eyebrows and shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer. You set down the first aid kit and grab the extra stuff you bought at the store. 

“Do you even know how to do first aid?” Dabi asks, watching you rummage for supplies. 

“Yes. I had to get certified in order to work at a summer camp, so don’t worry I know what I’m doing. Although I’m not much help if it’s anything more than stitches. Of course unless you’re drowning or need CPR” 

“Okay I get it” he said, taking another sip. 

“Can you roll up your sleeves so I can see the cuts?” You turned to dampen a towel in the sink, and when you turned back around you were not expecting to be faced with a shirtless Dabi. You paused for a second, staring, before you heard Shigaraki ‘tch’ snapping you out of simp shock. You shook your head and started to address the wounds to Dabi’s arm and shoulder. 

“(another name that’s close to Y/N) it’s time you answered some of my questions” Shigaraki said while sipping on his beer and propping his leg up on another chair. 

“ It’s Y/N. Also if your gonna put your feet up at least take off your shoes” 

“Whatever Princess” he said snarkily, dramatically kicking off his shoes. It took you a second to register the pet name he had just called you. No get your mind out of the gutter this is the real them, not the fanon fanfiction them. You continued to wipe away the dirt and grime surrounding Dabi’s wounds. 

“So... we were recognized earlier by those stupid kids. Just how popular is this show you say we’re from” 

“Umm that’s kinda hard to say since it’s within a specific genre but within that genre I’d say very popular, maybe one of the most currently” 

“How do we fit into this show?” 

“Well you’re the main antagonist as the leader of the League of Villains. The show introduces you through the USJ attack in season 1” 

“What about me?” Dabi asks. 

“Oh.. well you don’t come in till season 3 I think. Wait actually I think it’s the end of season 2 after the Hosu incident” 

A small chuff came from Shigaraki, no doubt in whatever pride there was in being a more prominent character. 

“Do you guys have any idea how you got to this world?” You asked. 

“Hey I’m asking the questions here, but no. We were on an important recruiting mission when it turned ugly. I called for Kurogiri and we ran through his portal and you know the rest” 

“Did you know any of the quirks you were battling against?” 

“One guy had a weak poison quirk but I took him out in the beginning.” Dabi stated flatly. 

“The two guys in front both had strength related quirks I think,” Shigaraki continued. 

“There was that one tall girl in the back behind the pillar. Could have been hers but who knows” 

“Hmmm….maybe somehow a quirk mixed with Kurogiri’s. Sorry this next part might sting a little” You said this last part to Dabi dabbing some rubbing alcohol onto the cuts to which he made no verbal reaction but his muscles tensed at the cold stinging. 

“So you said the main character was the green haired brat right? So what’s the plot as you say? Why is it all about him and the heroes?”

You pause for a moment thinking. Is it okay to tell him this? He is a villain. Are there consequences to other characters? 

“Hello?” 

“Sorry...um basically the show starts with All Might choosing him to be his successor as the number one hero. Then it follows him through his path from being weak and quirkless to his journey through UA. That’s when you guys come in as the villains with all your attacks on the school and students” 

“What do you mean quirkless? Green top has an annoyingly powerful quirk.” Dabi questions. 

“Yeah… he defeated Muscular and that Overhaul bastard” Shigaraki continues. 

Screw it. 

“Well All Might gave his quirk to Midoriya” 

Shigaraki’s eyes widened in interest, but kept silent in his thought process. 

A few minutes pass in silence and you finish patching up Dabi and handing him a mirror so he can fix his own staples. He claimed to be pretty good at it now. You move the first aid stuff over to the table where Shigaraki sat. 

“Your turn” you say looking down at his leg. He looked up at you defiantly. 

“What are you not wearing boxers? Or do you not want me to treat it?” You said pulling a chair to where his leg was resting. He rolled his eyes but stood up and undid his belt and pulled down his black jeans. He was wearing red boxers that looked a size too big as they hung loosely around his lean muscles. You made sure not to stare after being caught earlier. You started to repeat the same process you did on Dabi but Shigaraki was much more vocal about the discomfort you caused as you cleaned the wound. 

“You’re cut is deeper. It’s gonna need stitches if you want it to heal properly”

“Whatever” he said in response.“I wanna know more about how people here see us. That kid back there said I was his favorite character. How do people see us in the show” 

“Well it depends. Everyone has their favorite characters for different reasons” 

“Yea...yea.. answer the question” 

“Fine. Most people like you as a villain and as a character. However you’re seen as childish.” A chuckle from Dabi that earned him a death glare. “Dabi you’re more popular and your past is a rather hot topic for fans. However both of you are pretty popular in the fandom. Does that answer your question.” 

“What do you mean popular in the fandom?” 

“Well you know like fan theories, fanart, fanfiction, etc. A lot of people like you guys. However a lot of it is fan theories, guesses, and headcanons, but people don’t actually know” you said threading the needle for the stitches. 

“What kind of theories?” Shigaraki asks hesitantly

“Well for example for a long time it wasn’t actually stated that Dabi was the missing Todoroki child but fans believed it so much that it was basically thought of as fact, and then it became truth. Other theories are less intense like Dabi again for example is presumed that his favorite food is hot soba and yours is junk food or hand food like chips and stuff.” 

“How the fuck do you people figure these things out?” Shigaraki asked, wincing at the pinch of the needle. 

“Well the food thing was because you have the thing with hands so hand food” 

“That’s so stupid” He hissed. 

“But is it wrong?” You asked, already knowing the answer based on the grocery trip. 

“Tch––” 

“Why hot soba for patchwork overthere?” 

“Oh because it was revealed that Todoroki, I mean Shoto’s favorite food is cold soba and the whole brothers thing. People connected dots” 

“That’s so stupid” Dabi was the one who spoke this time. 

“And again were they wrong?” You looked up at him raising your eyebrows knowingly. 

“Also those aren’t even the stupid ones. People make up the weirdest shit, some as jokes, others as forms of comfort or just for imagination’s sake. Okay you’re all done.” You say  standing up and clearing away the dirty gauze and other first aid supplies. Shigaraki pulls his dirty and bloodstained pants back up over his neatly bandaged leg. You take all the first aid stuff back to the bathroom and return a little bit later to find Shigaraki and Dabi arguing over who knows what.  You hear some words like ‘She’ and ‘think’, so you assume they’re talking about you but just as before they stop when you walk back into the room.

“So I set out some towels in the bathroom along with some old clothes my ex boyfriend and my brother left here. They may not be the best fit sorry but it’ll do. If you leave your clothes in the laundry basket I’ll throw them in the wash tomorrow” 

“I call dibs on the shower first” Dabi said, hopping off the counter. 

“Bastard” Shigaraki muttered.

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» new hideout || DABI x fem! reader

» welcome!

» writing type: fanfic (full writing)

» ship/ relationship: dabi x rem! reader

» warnings: none / fluff

summary: After being chased out of their old hideout by heroes, the LOV goes on the hunt for a new base of operations, lucky for them DABI’s girlfriend is more than willing to share. It's a complete surprise for the LOV, discovering their resident emo is dating who seems to be the softest person on the planet- and also just so happens to be a popular streamer/ youtuber known for defending vigilantes and villains.

Muttered curses escaped Shigaraki’s mouth as he, alongside the rest of the League, only just managed to slip into a maze of alleys and lose their annoyingly loud tail-- Endeavour.

Toga lay collapsed on her back, glaring empty threats at the sun that seemed to latch onto the group’s dark aesthetic and burn them. Beside her, propped against a wall, Twice wrapped bandages around a possibly unconscious-- or dead-looking Spinner.

Amongst the homeless, ragtag group of villains only two appeared unaffected by the situation: Compress, who had previously expressed a need to constantly look confident to play the role of a proper performer; and Dabi, who eerily wore a creepy smile as he glanced over the message on his phone before speedily typing up a response.

Shigaraki, having finally caught onto the unusual smile on his subordinate’s face, quickly spoke up,

“Oi asshole, finally gone batshit insane or got some good news for us?” - a snarl was prominent on his face, not finding nearly as much amusement as Dabi clearly was.

“Don't take a bite at the hand that feeds you, or in this case houses all of our pleb asses.”

It was a simple reply, the tone and vulgar word choice familiar to the group, yet the implications of his words left everyone wide-eyed, leaping up and staring at him with something akin to surprise and ‘genuine’ joy and happiness.

Finally looking up from his burnt and smashed phone, Dabi took a glance over his partners in crime before letting out a sigh, the explaining himself:

“My ‘close acquaintance’ lives nearby-- she’s willing to let us crash at her place as long as we don’t fuck it all up. It’s a big house, practically bordering on a mansion, one and it's got plenty of room and games to play; looking at you handjob.”

Looking down at his phone once more, he clicked the power button on the side and pocketed it, removing himself from where he was leaning on one of the alley walls and walking to the entrance- or exit- of the alley,

“Pick up the pace, it’s either this or the abandoned mental hospital four streets down, and I'd rather not spend the next month or so sleeping in a bathtub that’s most likely seen more deaths than even old handjob here has.”

Resigning to their fate, the rest of the League members composed themselves, before rushing after Dabi: Toga and Twice relentlessly teasing him for finally opening up, and about having a girlfriend of all things.

-----

The League stood before a large gate guarding a picturesque, modern chateau that apparently belonged to their blue-fired emo-- yeah, no way that he didn’t just choose a random house with the residents away to try and impress the rest of them.

“Seriously, Dabi if you wanted us to start killing off the rich sooner you could’ve just said- no need to bring us here for a surprise murder! Personally, I think Dabi’s doing quite well for himself if he’s got a girlfriend this rich: let’s kill her off and steal her inheritance!”

Twice wasn’t doing much to calm everyone’s nerves, having been laying low in abandoned warehouses and crippling houses just short of collapsing, a place that stood directly in the middle of the chaos of the city and held its tall stature alongside the other snobby houses in the street around it was quite the change.

Dabi sneered once more before walking up to the slightly worn keypad at the side of the gate, glancing down at his phone and typing in the code. The rest slightly expected alarms to start blaring, for red and blue lights to start filling their vision as disgusting screeching from police cars pounded on their skulls, but instead: a mechanical clicking could be heard alongside the turning of gears as the gate in front of them pulled apart to let them pass,

“Don't stare all day, believe or not we’re still criminals on the run and the snotty bitches around here won’t hesitate to call the police on us.”

And with that, the League dragged themselves through the gates, mumbling about the distaste of this situation- Toga chasing after Spinner down the driveway, kicking up stones that crumpled under their feet, stirring up dust.

Around the front of the house sat a garden of moss- whether the choice was made for the environment or out of laziness left unclear. A few small fountains are artificial small waterfalls to spread moisture lay around, splattering the surrounding areas with water.

The patio was rather plain, a space to leave neglected packages and mail, alongside a bench and coffee table set that showed signs of weathering. The thing that stood out the most against the withering patio was the large, black, pristine door with a silver handle and two locks-- which just so happened to be left unlocked by a possibly forgetful owner.

The League’s fire user cut through the stunned silence by reaching a hand out to the door and pushing it open, yelling out to his girlfriend who was yet to be seen:

“[y/n], I brought the idiots as you wanted! Where are you?”

A muffled ‘here’ could be heard from across the house, Dabi walking further into the house to find the source, while the others followed like lost ducks.

The group of villains stumbled through a front room, past a dining table and marble kitchen before arriving in a decent-sized room. The dull lighting called attention to the bright flashing and movements on the monitor/ TV. Clicking and clunking made its way to their ears as the girl slumped over in a beanbag surrounded by plushies and teddies of differing sizes. Suddenly, the sound of a distant gunshot blew through the room, blasting from speakers to create a surround sound effect-- Spinner jumped slightly at the disruption while Shigaraki eyed the giant screen which now displayed a ‘game over’ message on it.

The girl seemed upset over the loss, yet quickly placed down her controller and spun around, grabbing a small remote and holding down to turn the lights back to their full brightness- temporarily blinding the members.

In front of them stood a girl with an average build, a cat plushy squished between one arm as she gently smiled at the League- no resemblance of fear, horror or disgust that they were usually greeted with.

“Hello, you’re the League of Villains, right? Please make yourselves at home, just try not to break anything!”

The welcoming grin across her face greatly contrasted the manic one on Dabi’s; full of evil satisfaction at his ‘teammates’ stupefied faces. Meanwhile, only one coherent thought ran through the shocked group’s brains:

‘How the fuck did this dickhead get a girlfriend as sweet as her?’

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A World-- Certain

dabi / f.reader

genre: real world to parallel world au? (is that an au? it’ll make sense dw), angst, romance, pinning, fools to lovers? (or dabi is stubborn/scared as all get out), longing/yearning (teehee)

warning(s): uhh, dabi hits a point where he’s determined to find a way back home or burn the city to the ground trying (is that a warning?), cursing, violence (or dabi punches one cop and sets another on fire- as he should), touya spoilers included? (like kinda minor ones, but you know, just in case), guns/dabi gets shot, sickly-sweet ending don’t worry, tiny mention of death

w.count: 9.8k 

synopsis:  the last thing he remembers, dabi had stepped in to join a rather nasty bar brawl that erupted at your pub one night. he along with a group of other villains who sided with you against a group of villains who weren’t exactly fans of your unground work. when he woke up, he wasn’t in the medical basement like he expected, nor was he at his apartment or yours.  he was in a room he hadn’t seen before. when he leaves to your pub to get some answers, you’re not there. in fact, the entire building was abandoned and rotting.  just what the fuck happened and where was he exactly, because this wasn’t exactly the city he knew anymore. 

a/n: this is the second part to my two parter series, A World--, so be sure to read the first part A World-- Unsure, or else this really won’t make sense LOL.  The concept can be kinda confusing already, but trust me- it’ll make sense aldfkasd. Enjoy! 

also! since @lildockel​ asked to be tagged when part two went up, here is it!!

After seeing his white hair,  and feeling how healthy the strands felt between his fingers, instead of the damaged, overly dyed black mess it all used to be, Dabi raced back into the bar.  Rushing up the steps into the abandoned apartment as he looked around.  Rushing to a mirror still hanging just barely on a nail, he used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe it of dust and cobwebs before ripping off his jacket entirely and tossing it to his feet. 

He hadn’t realized it before since he never kept a habit of looking at his scarred and damaged body, but now as he stood in front of the mirror in the shirt he woke up in, he noticed the scars that he knew crawled over almost every inch of his body had changed.  

The scars didn’t run up his whole right arm and stopped just at his elbow. His entire left side wasn’t engulfed in purple and staples, but instead ran up his forearm and then just around his shoulder and a patch on his neck.  He reached up over his head and behind his shoulders to grab the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head and off to join his jacket on the floor before he looked at his chest.  The scars that wrapped around his chest before weren’t nearly as bad and turning around to his back, he could see more skin than scars now.  

He could feel the draft of the empty apartment on his skin, something he hadn’t been able to do in a long time. 

He knew that each time he over used his quirk he would cause himself harm.  His tolerance to the cold took a harsh toll on him since his quirk was heat based- he wasn’t built to handle heat as well as he should be with a quirk like his father’s.  

He brushed his hand through his hair again as he stumbled around, head spinning to keep up with what the hell could be happening.  The world was almost the same, but everything just felt different because of things that weren’t supposed to be.  He snatched his phone from the pocket of his discarded jacket, trying again to call your number.  It was there, clearly imputed with his information and call history, but just as before he was met with an automated message.

Your apartment wasn’t here, your bar wasn’t either and your phone number was nonexistent.  It was like you didn’t exist at all. 

Dabi moved back to sit against the wall that was across the room from the mirror, just so he could keep an eye on his reflection to help process exactly what was happening.  He was no fool, and he could figure out that the world he knew was different from this one.  

He sat on the ground as he thought.  His hand came to rest over his neck, thinking back to the dart that was shot into him back at the bar.  It was too convenient that he got shot with it then woke up in some weird- what he can only assume is- parallel world. A world exactly like the other, with just a few things altered. 

Rather, the longer he sat in thought, the longer he thought that maybe it wasn’t a parallel world he was in, but actually a dream.  The last thing he remembered was passing out covering you, so maybe the needle he was shot with put him into a dream. 

He tested out his quirk, letting his hand be engulfed in fire before diminishing it, finding it worked exactly like it had before; so, he was in a world where quirks still existed at the very least.  He wondered if the him he had become was still a villain, and if he was, then was he with the league? What was the actual year he woke up in? Was it parallel to the original timeline, or was it ahead? Delayed maybe?  

The date on his phone lined up to the next day after the bar fight, but his phone also still had your number in it that didn’t seem to exist, so he didn’t trust his phone as much as he wanted to be able to. 

Thumbing through his phone’s contacts, he wondered if he should try calling a different number.  There was always a league member, but which one.  He wouldn’t be caught dead calling Twice for answers and he didn’t really trust Toga’s tendency to go off on a tangent to get a straight answer out of her.  Spinner wouldn’t have been a bad idea since he kept shit short, but he didn’t answer his phone for fuck. Maybe Magne? Though, he didn’t really want to call her, felt like if he did, he’d be imposing on her ‘me’ time.  

By the end of his mental checklist, he was stuck between Shigaraki or Compress. He didn’t think Kurogiri even owned a phone, or else he’d dial him first. Sighing, he pushed his thumb against Compress’s contact.  He didn’t want to deal with Shigaraki if he could avoid it- at least not yet. 

The line rang out loud when Dabi put the phone on speaker and with a few more rings, the line picked up.  It was a strange wave of relief when he heard the man with a thing for theatrics address Dabi by name when he picked up. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” he sighed. There was an air of silence before Dabi spoke again, hearing Compress on the other line clear his throat in anticipation.  “Okay, this may sound like complete bullshit, but hear me out for a second.” 

Dabi unloaded the entire situation he suddenly found himself in to Compress as well as asked any questions he felt he needed to know the answers to, to get up to speed on exactly what kind of dream he ended up in. He was on the phone with the masked villain for almost an hour before the call ended with Dabi understanding things just a bit more. 

In this world, he was still indeed a villain, but his face was kept under wraps. Dabi wasn’t presumed dead as Touya Todoroki, but rather disregarded his birth name for the alias just because he wanted to.  His real name wasn’t a secret like it was in reality, that was why he didn’t have black hair- because if his identity wasn’t a secret, there was no point in dying it to stay hidden. But, he wasn’t as flashy a villain here, so no one really know who he was anyway.

In this dreamscape, Touya Todoroki never died, but ran from his home and betrayed his family after finally having enough of his father. Working now as a criminal, he stayed on the downlow side of society. 

Things were more or less still the same otherwise.  It was just his background and you that was truly different.  Dabi sat and stared at his reflection wondering if you really existed here- and if you didn’t he wondered if that was partially his fault. 

When he was at the bar, he had previously resolved himself into drifting away from you and the feelings you had towards him.  Was it his stubbornness to get away from you what caused you to not be here? Or were you here in this world, but as someone completely different than the Y/n he knew?  Could you exist with a whole different personality? Were you a hero? A villain? Or maybe still just a regular citizen?

Dabi immediately wanted to start looking for you, but with everything linked to you not even existing, he didn’t know where to start. Typing your name into his phone’s searching engine did nothing to help as nothing about you was listed anywhere.  Okay, so you weren’t famous, or infamous in any sense so you had to be just a regular, everyday person? Right?   

Sighing, he dropped his head back and closed his eyes, trying to think. He could always ask one of his connections to start looking for you in his stead. Then, his eyes opened again as he scowled- once again growing irritated.  Why was he putting your whereabouts above trying to figure out how to get back- or wake up? He had unconsciously put you above how to get out of this dream.

Bringing a curled fist to rest against the side of his head, he hissed through his teeth.  

“God dammit.” 

-x-x-x-

It was Dabi’s second day in this dreamscape he started calling it.  It was a strange feeling, being inside of a dream yet still having the ability to fall asleep and wake up again.  He sat on his bed of his apartment he owned in this dreamscape and sighed.  It was a far cry from his place in reality, tucked and hidden away from main streets and curious eyes. This place was just off a busy street and when he hung out the window to smoke, people were walking two stories below- just minding their day.  

Puffing out a plume of cigarette smoke, he heard his phone ping from inside on the desk sat in the bedroom.  He would always mentally correct himself into saying ‘his’ instead of acting like this place was some random hole in the wall.  It was his- as far as he knew. He left his cigarette perched on the window sill, going to his phone and yanking it off the charger to see a text from Shigaraki. 

Compress had blabbed to the leader of this dream’s League of Villains about Dabi’s little breakdown of what he believed was a dream.  Seeing the text of ‘you still high, or you coming to work or not?’ made his lips twitch.  He wasn’t high and he hadn’t been high; then again, it wouldn’t be any version of Shigaraki unless he was mocking Dabi for something.  In this case, it was Dabi’s die hard claim of this dreamscape being a false reality. 

When Dabi stopped to think about it, he could understand where everyone was coming from.  For all he knew, this body- the body of Touya- was a completely different person in this reality and Dabi’s personality just manifested into it.  He ran his fingers through his white hair and groaned, annoyed at the situation. 

“Fucking parallel universes and their stupid ass rules.” 

He sent a reply back to the leader- well, it was just a middle finger emoji- and abandoned his phone to go finish his cigarette before it burned away on its own, unattended.  

Once he burned through the toxic stick, he snuffed it out on a glass ashtray he kept on the small balcony just outside the window and retreated back inside his room.  Reaching up and over his head behind him, he gripped the back of his shirt and tugged it off, shaking his already messy hair out before he started to change.  

It was odd seeing a full closet of clothes instead of like the five whole outfits he would interchange on a day-to-day basis before cleaning them and repeating the process.  In reality, he had no use for everyday clothes since he was always wearing his villain gear or lounging around in close to nothing at his apartment.  Though, he did remember that you had bought him clothes to keep at your place, so he did have more- just never wore them because he thought it was weird you were buying clothes for him. 

You claimed it was so he would stop walking around in nothing but boxers or tank tops in your house, but he didn’t buy that excuse. He saw it as something to intimate; too close to a bond he was too afraid to acknowledge. 

Pulling on a grey shirt and black pants- him being the most comfortable in his safe feeling monochromatic wardrobe- he tugged on a jacket and flipped the hood up.  At this point it was a habit to try and conceal himself now- even if he probably didn’t need to in this dreamscape reality. 

Leaving the room and soon the apartment, he was soon pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and seeing an incoming call from the hand-freak himself.  Groaning, he contemplated denying the call, but if this Shigaraki was anything like the one he knew, he'd just blow up his phone in retaliation.  So, reluctantly, he picked up. 

“What?” 

“Don’t ‘what’ me. Where are you?” His tone was impatient and gruff. “You need to get to the bar, we have work to do, dammit.” 

“I’m workin’ on it, calm the hell down.” The low murmurs of the daily street this early in the morning with people making their daily commute to wherever the hell they were on their way too was just enough to make Dabi’s scarred skin crawl.  He always tried to avoid crowded areas in the past for numerous reasons, not just for the sake of his identity.  

However, it was easy to navigate the streets since they were exactly the same as he remembered from his reality. The more he was here, the more he came to the realization that everything was the same besides him and you- or lack thereof. 

Hearing Shigaraki bitch and moan on the other end of the line, Dabi sighed and pulled the phone from his ear and promptly hung up the call before he shoved his phone back into his pocket- but not before putting it on ‘do not disturb’, so even if the annoyance he calls a boss calls him back, he wouldn’t know. 

Not too long later, the pyro was walking into the bar, seeing the leader annoyingly tapping his fingers on the bar one at a time in succession as he seemed to be calming down from a temper tantrum.  A temper tantrum that Dabi was most certainly the cause of. 

“It’s about time,” the leader hissed as Dabi promptly ignored him, only giving him a tut in response to his neediness. Flipping off his hood and messing around his hair to feel less matted from the hood’s previous pressure, he moved to the back of the bar and plopped himself down into a booth. “I said we need to get to work,” Shigaraki started complaining, “not take a breather because you couldn’t show up on time.” 

“Spare me the bitching, oh-so-fearsome-leader,” Dabi waved off lazily with his hand flopping back and forth on his wrist. If Shigaraki hadn’t had his father’s hand on his face, Dabi probably would have seen the scowl painted beneath it. 

It was silent for a beat, with the two of them and Kurogiri only being present in the bar at the moment.  

“Is your attitude still shitty because you’re convinced this is one big fever dream? Because, if you’re stoned or drunk, I’d really rather you not mess up our jobs and go away.” 

“If this is your form of concern, you’re shitty at it,” Dabi rebutted. “I already told you, I’m as sober as a rock, so hop off. If you were in my place, you wouldn’t be slap-happy either.” 

All day long, Dabi had to deal with orders being barked at him before he eventually went out on his own to look for possible new villains to recruit for the cause.  He was hardly being mindful, low-level thugs weren’t cut out to join the ranks and anyone else just annoyed him. When he finally had enough and called Shigaraki that he was finishing up for the day, he just hung up without getting a proper ‘okay’ and stared at himself in the reflection of a window in an alleyway. 

He raised his lip in annoyance as his reflection that he wasn’t familiar with anymore.  Who he was looking at wasn’t Dabi, but Touya. The Touya who was dead until he decided otherwise, the Touya who looked too much like his parents.  His previous red hair that faded to match his mother and his eyes that were copies of his fathers. 

On his way back to the apartment he stopped by a general store and picked up two boxes of hair dye.  That evening, when he finished showering, he ran his hand across the width of his steam fogged mirror and looked at his new reflection.  He let an awkward smile breach his face as he looked at his pitch-dyed hair. 

“That’s better,” he mused, walking out of the bathroom to just put on a pair of boxers, lay in bed and think. Think more about how he could leave this dreamscape all before he passed out, closing his eyes on his second day in a dream. Maybe he’d ask the league members to keep their eyes and ears out tomorrow for you, since the sooner he can figure out what’s happened with you in this place, the sooner he’ll be to a solution… probably? 

-x-x-x-

Day after day passed and Dabi found himself less and less sure of anything.  When he first came here, he was aware that everything was fabricated and fake- nothing was truly real since he distinctly remembered his life before all this happened.  

Now, a month has passed and everyday when he wakes up, he feels more fussy than the day before.  His mind and memories feel like their blurring and he started waking up and writing down small memos on post-it notes just to try and get a semblance of reality again.  He wondered if one day he’d wake up and see all his notes, just to throw them away because they would have no meaning to that ‘him’. 

The thought irked him. He was himself, Dabi knew that, but he felt like he was losing it. 

He had woken up today with his head pounding.  Leaning over the side of his bed, he held his forehead in his palms as he squeezed his eyes shut.  Pushing the heels of his palm into his eyes, he could see the splotches of darkness coat his closed eyes from the presssure. He groaned, head even more hazier than the day before.  

Dabi felt like he was forgetting something.  

Getting up, he threw on whatever was hanging on the back of his chair in his room and flipped on the hood of whatever jacket he grabbed and left.  He wasn’t called to the league just yet, so who knows if he even needed to go today, but maybe being at the bar would jog his memory.  Just maybe it would clear his mind- somehow. 

When he walked into the bar, he immediately made a beeline to the booth in the back as he laid down, sprawling out across the red velvet booth and covered his eyes with his forearm.  One of his legs propped up on the booth while the old hung lazily to the floor, his other arm rest on his chest, feeling his stomach rise and fall with each breath.  

If he just lay here long enough, something was bound to spark something in him, right? After all, he was in a bar.  

A bar? What does a bar have to do with anything? 

He grit his teeth when he heard the door to the bar open, someone walking in. Whoever it was, they had decided to waltz over to Dab and sit themselves on the short coffee table in front of the booth. 

“The fuck do you want?” He growled, a small whistle and the smell of smoke greeted him in the form of a hearty chuckle, one that made him irk. 

“My, someone’s grumpy today, isn’t he?” Hearing Giran’s smoke laden voice first thing after laying down really wasn’t how Dabi wanted to start his day.  Moving his arm just enough to peer over his arm with a glare, the villain broker raised his hands in mock surrender, a half smoked cigarette between his lips. “Easy there, I’m not looking for a scuffle this early in the morning.” 

“Yeah? Then leave me alone or else I’m going to set you on fire.” With another chuckle from the broker and no movement of him leaving his place on the table, Dabi groaned.  Moving his arm, he ran his hand over his face before he reluctantly sat up and rubbed the back of his head, his tangles of unbrushed black hair snagging between his fingers.  He glared at the tooth-gapped man with a smoking habit worse than his own.  “What?” He growled. 

Giran dug around in the inside pocket of his tacky blazer before he presented Dabi with a pocketbook.  The scarred pyro looked at the blank book before looking back up to Giran’s face, his brows turned up in questioning.  

“The fuck is that for?” 

“That, my dear Touya,” hearing the broker sing-song Dabi’s real name made him bark at him in warning to never do it again, one that Giran promptly ignored, “is everything I could dig up on that little lady you asked me about a couple weeks ago.” 

“Lady?” Dabi’s brows furrowed, his headache spiking again. 

“I gotta say, I’m not usually one for such slow work, but with the villain count spiking, I’m a busy man.  I got a lot on my plate, so I had to put your little search on the back burner.” Tossing the pocketbook onto Dabi’s lap, one of his scarred hands immediately held it to his leg to keep it from bouncing off his leg onto the floor.  Giran then stood, stuffing his hands into his equally tacky trousers.  “A man as busy as me has things to do, so I’ve gotta bounce.  Talk to me again if you need anything else.” Giran turned but stopped short, swiveling to look at Dabi once more. ”Oh and as for that woman’s whereabouts, don’t be so bummed when you read about it.” 

Dabi watched Giran leave the bar about as quickly as he came in, the smell of smoke the only lingering thing indicating that he was even there to begin with  Well, that and the pocketbook Dabi held in his hands.  He eyed it with narrow eyes and knit brows. 

“Lady? What lady was I-?” He cut himself off as he just shut his eyes and tossed the book onto the coffee table where Giran had previously sat. 

All morning, Dabi kept to himself on his booth, just lounging and laying around.  Every time someone went towards him he’d growl at them, not like it did anything to deter them away regardless. However, if someone even though about touching the pocketbook, he’d sit up and snatch it away and stuff it under his legs or his back or his head- just away from their grabby hands.  Whatever info was in there, they didn’t need to pry into his business.  

It was well into the afternoon when Dabi had his fill of the noise that only got louder over time in the bar and dismissed himself, leaving as he heard Toga calling out behind him before going back to whatever the hell she had been doing.  

The pocketbook was in his hands folded to rest against the inside of his wrist as he walked around the streets, not wanting to go home, but not wanting to be nowhere.  His desire to be somewhere, along with his annoyance accompanying that desire- but, not having any idea on where to be- unconsciously lead him down roads and through alleys to a run down, abandoned building. 

“A bar?” He questioned himself out loud, not knowing why this place seemed familiar to him.  He felt like he should know this place, but it felt like the way it was right now- run down and in shambles- was wrong.  His head ached and he found himself climbing through a busted window to get inside.  

Dust plumed under his boots when he landed inside the place.  He began to wander around, dragging his hands along walls, kicking rubble with the toes of his boots, scanning the falling apart shelves that barely hung on the walls. Moving to the back room past the vacant kitchen covered in dust and smelling like the inside of a mechanical pencil, he placed his hand on a wall next to a staircase that led upwards away from the other empty rooms.

“This wall,” his eyes narrowed in both pain from his pounding head and his fuzzy recollection, “shouldn’t be here. Isn’t there supposed to be a door?” His palm that was flat against the wall curled into a fist, his knuckles pushing against the cold stone.  “A door? Why would I-” 

Dabi silenced himself as he snatched his hand away from the wall as if the structure was suddenly covered in some sort of burning acid.  

“Fuck this,” he growled.  He turned his back to the wall, ready to leave and clear his head, but stopped as soon as he went to take a step out.  He glanced up the stairs before his feet started taking him up them, entering the would-be apartment through the rotting, crooked door. 

He stood in the middle of the space that would be a small living room, his headache dulling, but just faintly.  The feeling in the pit of his stomach clawed and deep in his head screamed that he was forgetting something; something important. 

He pushed the pad of his thumb into the crease of his forehead, between his furrowed brows. Something was missing, wrong, just not fucking right here.  Pushing his thumb harder against his skull, he tried blocking everything out and picking at every corner of his brain he could to think for a moment. 

‘You keep doing that, you’ll put a dent in your head’

Dabi’s eyes shot open, breath catching in his throat as he swallowed back a cough from the sudden intake of breath. His hands dropped from his head to hover in front of him, elbows tucked by his sides. His senses were alert as he whipped around, looking around the empty apartment space. 

“Who’s there?!” He shouted, his echoing voice bouncing back to him as he listened for any sounds to give away who he may have heard.  

He heard someone- a woman- as clear as day.  It seemed to echo- but given the empty room, it wouldn’t be shocking for voices to carry and bounce like that, after all his did.  Standing in silence, he heard absolutely nothing.  No breathing, no sounds of movement, no more voices.  Just silence surrounded him- and a slight ringing in his ears.  

The moment he started to settle down, thinking it was all in his head- which thrilled him- again, the same voice echoed around the room. 

‘Don’t just take up space you- actually, take up as much space as you want if you heat the place up. My heater just went out, so come on Space-Heater, hop to it’

He started to think a league member was toying with him. Did someone from the bar follow him? Was this a quirk to dick him around for a lark? Then, he remembered the pocketbook. 

It had been in his free hand the whole time, but he had forgotten about it. He quickly flipped it open and inside were small clippings and photos of a woman taped inside. Like some cryptid profile in a recluses dairy; much like Giran’s shady, handiwork to be expected. 

The more he flipped through the pages and read, the more his head pounded. 

‘Dabi’ 

The voice called him by name as he dropped the pocketbook. Spinning around with a waft of blue fire coming out of his arm in sheer instinct to protect himself from whatever may be around him.  The voice ignited his fight or flight and Dabi was never one to run, ever a fighter.  Fleeing wasn’t in his nature- not even when he was a child. 

‘Was it too trouble to keep remembering?’ 

“Who the fuck are you? Where are you hiding?!” 

‘You rejected me to this extent? That you forgot me entirely? Is this really your dream?’ 

… Dream? 

His eyes widened before he looked back down to the open pocketbook at his feet.  It lay pages facing up, open on a page he hadn’t yet read. His fire simmered and he starred down at the open spread. Slowly kneeling, he gently ran his fingers over the clippings and the single picture on the opposing page. 

It was a photo of a gravestone. 

The date of death wasn’t that far back; rather, it was pretty damn recent. This person, this woman, was dead? 

Dabi felt small flames lick at the scars under his eyes as he stared down unblinking. 

“Y/n?” 

It all hit him like a bus. The memories he had slowly forgotten about came back to him and it knocked the breath from his chest.  He stood to his feet and rushed downstairs, leaving the pocketbook in the empty apartment he finally remembered was supposed to be yours.  On the way down to the bar, he nearly tripped on the stairs before he stood behind the bar top and looked out into the room.  

Was it always this hard to breath? 

Was all this his fault? 

He remembered the emotions he used to push all the way down into his gut.  Did his want to put distance between the two of you kill you in this dreamscape? This fake reality?

For a time, he forgot about time itself as he sat on the floors of the once lively bar he remembered.  He ran you- your name, your face, your voice, your stupidly good heart, everything- on repeat in his head to ensure his memory wouldn’t slip away from him again.  He was just a breathing corpse, or so he felt like. He didn’t even feel like smoking for once, even if his stress was through the roof. 

His eyes flicked up when the rusted, busted doors of the trashed building opened to see two figures enter. The sun had long since set and the only light in the room now was two bright flashlights searching and finding his slouched body under the bar, facing the door.  

From the shadows casted by the flashlights and the figures outlines, he could see two policemen in front of him. His eyes traveled away from them down to his palms, irritation flooding his head at their intrudance to his safe space. 

“Hey!” One cop called to him, making their way towards his floor-slumped body, careful not to trip. 

Was it his fault? 

“This is private property.” 

Did you end up a dead stranger because he kept pushing you away? 

“Sir, you need to leave immediately.”

Why was this bothering him so fucking much? 

“Can you hear me?” 

He was brought out of his self pity when the cop who now stood next to him had gripped his arm and hauled him to his feet.  Dabi’s body was still slack, not putting in too much effort to keep himself upright.  He felt his back dig into the bar behind him, the only thing beside the cop tightly gripping his arm, holding him up. 

Had he ever felt his miserable before, beside back when-

“Sir!” Dabi winced when the cop damn near shouted in his ear.  He wasn’t some old man. He could hear perfectly fine.  His scarring on his ears hadn’t made him deaf. 

“-off me,” Dabi muttered.  The cop not hearing him, asked him to repeat himself.  Dabi’s lethargic face tensed in fury as he ripped his arm out of the policeman’s grasp and brought his other arm up to knock his fist into the cop’s jaw.  “Get the fuck off me!” He yelled.  

The cop dropped his flashlight as he fell to the ground, half out of it from the way Dabi punched his jaw- nearly knocking him completely out.  The other was quick to draw his gun and point it at the villain, but it wasn’t quick enough.  

Dabi was no fool.  The moment he knocked the first cop on his ass, he knew the second would act.  Grabbing the wrist of the second one as he tried pointing his gun towards him, Dabi twisted the policeman's wrist, disarming him and shoving his head through the small window in the front entrance. 

He didn’t need light to see that the cop he held against the door, head just barely through a window, was bleeding.  Dabi had turned him around, keeping one of his hands on one of the cop’s arms behind his back and the other on his head, keeping him uncomfortably pushed against the glass frame, nou doubt cutting up his skin further.

“You think you scumbags can just waltz in here and disrupt me? I happened to be in the middle of fuckin’ something.” 

“B-but,” the cop he held captive began to try and argue, “this is private property!” He gasped. 

Dabi’s eyes rolled in annoyance.  “I don’t give a shit,” he seethed before his palms ignited.  The policeman’s head was soon engulfed in blue fire as well as his wrist before his clothes ignited as well and the entire man was on the ground, a dead, burning mess.  

The smell was familiar to him- the first familiar thing he’s felt in a while.  He left the bar behind him, the space being intruded by law enforcement made it feel different.  It wasn’t his space anymore.  As he made his way down the street at the dead of night, he soon heard sirens and screeching of tires making their way down streets.  Looking behind him, in the dark, clouded night sky, he saw outlines of smoke and fire in the distance.  

“Looks like the building is gonna burn down,” he spoke to himself before he made his way further down the street.  Passing a random building he didn’t even know, he reached his hand out and ignited it, setting drapes and signs on fire.  

As he made his way down roads, he set building after building, house after house on fire.  Soon, he stood at the end of the main street, blue on either side of the road and screaming from inside the buildings.  People scrambling to get into the open, the panic of being in the middle of a blazing area with no idea on how the fire started. 

It was pure hysteria. 

People ran past him standing still on the sidewalk. Everyone was terrified and panicked as he didn’t seem at all bothered by anything happening. He stared blankly, uninterested with his hands in his pockets as he just gazed at his flames that ate everything it touched and spread like a plague.  

As he stared, losing track of time once more, he felt something push against the back of his neck.  He smiled, knowing the feel of a gun all too well.  

“I guess not knocking you out worked in your favor, huh?” He knew it was the cop he clocked in the jaw at your bar.  

By the time the firey lump of his coworker started eating the building, he probably regained enough sense to leave the building and chase him down.  Not in time to spare the buildings and homes being eaten alive by his fire, but in time to threaten him just when he was ready to start enjoying the show. 

“Sorry about your pal,” Dabi chided, “but he said a lot of shit that just pissed me off? I mean, private property? Come on.” The villain didn’t turn to look at the cop, just felt the man push the gun’s tip against his scarred neck further.  “Don’t tell me you’re gun shy? Come on, pull the trigger.” 

His self-destructive words were absolutely insane, urging the man with a gun at his neck to shoot him? It wasn’t like Dabi expected the cop to not have the balls, he knew cops and they didn’t care what they had to do to keep villains at bay.  Dabi had just set fire to everything, the entire world in his vision burning as he spoke- that only was enough proof to the cop he was indeed a villainous man. 

“It’s not my place to judge-” 

“The fuck it isn’t!” Dabi laughed, whirling around and taking hold of the front of the gun and pushing it against his chest. “Pull the trigger you pathetic excess of a protector of the public!” 

Maybe it was his words, his temptation to espcae this fake reality oozing out, his insane smile that pulled at the staples across his face or maybe it was just the policeman’s sudden decision- but the trigger was pulled and Dabi, felt for just a moment, a bullet tear through his chest. 

-x-x-x-

Dabi’s eyes cracked open, vision blurry as he stared at a ceiling.  His mind was fuzzy and his head pounded with a headache he immediately took to noticing, even if he had just opened his eyes moments ago.  

He felt something behind his head, something covering his body and heard noises of machines humming besides where he was laying.  Annoyed he was on his back, he groaned, but found his throat drier than desert sand and grumbled to clear it.  His body felt heavy and weak as he started to slowly move around on the bed he rested on. 

His knees lifted, feet moving as his heels dug into the mattress to push his weak feeling legs up and his arms moved to brace into the mattress to try and lever his body up.  After a bit of a fight with his own body, he managed to sit up and his eyes finally focused from their blurriness.  

He looked around seeing equipment attached to his arm and patches on his chest that linked to a machine that showed his heartbeat.  His chest was bare as he wasn’t wearing his normal jeans, but grey sweats that he didn’t remember actually owning before.  

He groaned, his hand coming to push against his head.  The headache combined with his confusion was making him feel nauseous.  What happened? Had he been somewhere before this? Where was he? 

Looking around the small room he was in by himself again, he started to slowly remember.  He remembered the dream- his dream- and the dream he had forgotten wasn’t actual reality. Dabi remembered being shot. His heartbeat started to quicken when he started to finally take in the familiarity of the room and it’s concrete walls.  

Pulling the patches off his chest, he fumbled with whatever was in his arm and took it out.  The scars he was familiar with ran across his body in large proportions and the bangs that hung in front of his eyes were a dark, dyed black.  

He felt around his staples on the back of his hands and felt around his stomach and chest, tracing the large scars he knew were the real ones.  He pushed his hand through his hair and felt the strands just as he truly remembered. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed, moving to swing his legs over the bed and lean into his knees, hunching over as he brought his hands to his forehead- relieved. “I’m back.” 

He sat in his own silence and relief to be in a world that finally felt right as he tried regaining himself.  He remembered the dream he was stuck in and remembered the lack of your presence- your death in that place.  His eyes widened as he stared at the ground before he lifted his head up. 

You.

He stood to his feet quickly, but immediately teetered and fell to his ass on the floor.  He hissed, angry at how weak his legs felt.  He must’ve been sleeping for way too long if his damn legs didn’t want to work. 

Dabi growled as he used the bed to get back to his feet and took more cautious steps towards the door to leave the room he was in.  The open basement waiting area was empty and dim, not currently being in use. 

Using the wall, he ambled the perimeter of the room to come to the stairs that lead to the bar- the bar he was sure was there. The bar that he missed and that bar that didn’t exist in his previous dream without you. 

It took Dabi far longer than he’d like to admit to get his legs to climb the stairs, even if they were starting to gather more strength the longer he was awake and the longer he forced them to move and do as he commanded.  It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as hard as when he originally woke up. 

Getting up to the door, he unlocked it before he practically fell through the frame when it opened.  Stumbling in, he shut it behind him and leaned his back against it to catch his breath.  He stopped and stood still, seeing the doorway into the bar’s kitchen and beyond it.  He had to make sure, he had to confirm this was real. 

Ambling his way through the space he knew so well, he came out of the back and smirked when he leaned against the doorframe and looked out into your bar.  The tables were empty and polished, chairs pushed in neatly and booths clean.  He saw the rec room beyond its own doorway and sighed.  

“It’s here,” laughed weakly to himself. “It’s all back.” His legs felt tired as he moved around the bar to slide into the barstool he always sat in.  Letting his legs rest, he rested his elbow on the bar top and pushed one hand into his hair to hold his head and the other arm stayed on the bar.  He began to replay all the memories he had here that he almost completely forgot in his dream.  

What would happen if he let that dream consume him? What if he eventually accepted that dream as reality? Would he have forgotten about you like he almost did? would he had died or just slept until he was old and grey? He didn’t know and he didn’t honestly want to think about it. 

He missed the polished scent of your pub instead of the dusty, rotten one of the abandoned building in his dream.  He felt his shoulder tense when he heard the pub entrance open behind his back.  Swiveling just a bit to view the door under his hand that partially covered his vision and his black bangs, his eyes widened at seeing you enter. 

You were carrying bags in your arms, head down as you worked on shutting the door and relocking it.  You hadn’t even seen him yet, eyes focusing on other things and the task of shutting your door and relieving your arms of the weight of whatever you had just gone out and bought. 

He heard you sigh and he mimicked the sound silently.  It felt like it had been so long since he heard you.  You dropped the bags to your feet, rotating your shoulders to give your arms a break from how long you were carrying them. Dabi could tell from the way you stretched and rolled your neck that you were tired.  

His breath stuttered when you turned and your chin came up, eyes finally finding the body sitting at your bar.  It took you just a beat to realize that it wasn’t just some stranger who had broken into your closed pub in broad daylight. 

You were about as frozen as he was as your jaw dropped, making your mouth go slightly agape.  He couldn’t blame you, he guessed. He lifted his head from his hand and gave you a weak, tired smirk. 

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” 

You were soon tripping over your bags and rushing to his place at the bar, your hands grabbing his shoulders and pushing him from his slouched position into one that was straighter.  You twisted his stool and made him face you as you leaned him back to rest on the bar and inspected him. 

Dabi inspected you in the same manner.  

He watched as you silently, but frantically pushed your hands across his body.  His bare chest was warm and every touch of your fingers made him feel hot. it was like you were confirming that he was real and not some delusion you had made up from stress. He would do that same after the you-less dream he had been succumbed to for fuck-knows how long now, but your warm touch was too comforting- too real to be a just another dream. 

Dabi could see your eyes slick over as you just kept trying to silently convince yourself he was in front of you.  He furrowed his brows- you hadn’t looked at his face since you saw him and you weren’t saying anything.  It irritated him. 

The pyro snatched your roaming wrists in his hands as you jolted and went completely still.  

“Fuckin’ look at me,” he demanded, his impatience getting the best of him.  Slowly, your head lifted and you did.  He could see the tears brimming your eyes and he briefly wondered if you could even see him clearly with all those tears in the way of your vision. “Now, talk to me.” 

Your mouth fell open, but snapped shut again. Only small sounds coming out. What could you say? You had no idea how to form words in the given situation.  What should you say? Ask him how he feels, ask him how he woke up and if he was okay? Ask him why the hell the first thing he did was get up out of bed and come to the bar? 

“Let me make this easy,” he told you, a scowl still on his scarred face. He brought one of his hands up to the cup under your jaw, his thumb and fingers pushing your cheeks to make your lips purse , your chin rest in his palm.  “Can’t talk? Fine; then just say my name, it should be easy.” 

You swallowed. One word, just two short syllables long, that’s it.  It really should be easy.  Opening your mouth, you did your best to force your locked up voice out. 

“Dabi?” You questioned, your brows quirking up as he chuckled, smirking down at you. 

“Atta girl,” he whispered before he brought his lips down onto the ones he had pushed out so invitingly to himself.  You found your head spinning when Dabi’s hand that held your cheeks and under your jaw, pulled your mouth open so he could push his tongue inside to tangle around yours. 

The entire time he roamed your mouth, his eyes stayed open and on yours.  Your small huffs of shock dwindled as your wide eyes started to narrow and drop to a lid as your tense body finally slackened.  

This is what woke him up- what had him remember, not being shot.  His want to be around you, to taste you for the first time and to smell your scene again. Drawing his tongue out of your mouth, he peppered your flushed cheeks and the corner of your lips with small pecks, before greedily taking your lips again.  Every time you tried pulling away from him- to get some answers no doubt- he didn’t let you get far as he kept chasing after your lips. 

Your taste was so fuckin’ addicting, he almost growled. 

Lifting himself up from his barstool, he had forgotten that his legs were weak and he found himself immediately releasing your lips and losing his balance.  Grabbing your shoulder and arm to try and keep his balance, you squawked, not ready to hold his weight and you both tumbled to the tile. 

You groaned as the man lay on top of you, his arms laying outstretched on either side of your head with his chin next to your neck.  When he didn’t move, you brought one of your hands to his back and tapped him gently. 

“Uh, Dabi?” You felt his breathing against your own as he just hummed signally that he didn’t just pass out..  “Think you can get off me?” Your voice was weak and without even looking at you, Dabi could imagine the flush that most definitely painted your cheeks a vibrant red. 

“No, I don’t think I can,” he chuckled. He felt you fight under him, your arms pushing against his side before you lifted him just a bit before pushing him and sliding yourself out from under him.  He groaned. “Fuck, you should treat a patient with more care.” 

“Oh, sorry,” you panicked as you were soon grabbing his arm and throwing it over your shoulder and heaving him up.  You looked back to your bags of groceries before deeming Dabi’s overall health top priority. You were ready to take him back downstairs to the basement when he stopped you, his free hand shooting out to grab a door frame and keep you from proceeding.  

“No,” he denied.  “Upstairs. I want to be in your place instead.” 

“What? But, Dabi, you’re-”

“I’m fine,” he bit.  He couldn’t just outright say that he missed your apartment, especially right to your face.  “Just, take me up there instead.” In the end, that stupidly good heart of yours relented and obeyed his request.  

Dabi felt like he just reached nirvana when you helped sit him down on your couch.  His arms lifted to the back of the couch instinctive and he dropped his head back and shut his eyes, taking in the newfound comfort. He could feel you stand in front of him before he felt the cushion next to him dip, informing him that you had just sat next to him.  He could feel your concerned eyes burn into the side of his face. 

“You don’t need to stare.” 

“Well, you still need to answer some questions.” 

Dabi peeled his eyes open, as he tilted his head that still rested back on the cushions to look at you. “Ask away.” 

“Okay,” you breathed, not expecting him to be as cooperative. “Well, how do you feel?” 

“Better than ever,” your pointed look at his legs made him clear his throat with a chuckle. “Better than ever with a bit of a balance problem.” 

“And your neck? Does that hurt?” 

“Nope.” 

“What about your head, any headaches or eye strain?” 

“Had a headache when I woke up, pretty much gone now.” 

You ran him back and forth about questions of if he was in pain or any discomfort, and while he normally would have found the entire process annoying, he couldn't help but smile through it. Listening to you talk so much made him feel remarkably better. 

“Alright, now for unprofessional questions,” you told him. “Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to go up to the bar as soon as you woke up? I was gone no more than 20 minutes and you somehow climbed your way up there. What if you fell back down the stairs or something?” 

“I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but when I wake up in a basement, I’d like to get out of it,” he joked.  “I wanted to see the bar anyway.” 

“It’s the same as it’s always been.” 

“Not to me.” 

“What?” Your twisted face that had been chewing him out the past several minutes had softened at his tone.  His joking smirk fell as he looked back at the ceiling and his mouth pressed into a line.  Just remembering that awful dream really pissed him off.  

“What was the quirk I was under?” 

“You,” you started, “you knew you were under the effects of a quirk?” 

“Of course I did, I’m not stupid.” 

“Well, the guy with the needle fingertips is the one who got you in the neck during that brawl, remember?” Dabi nodded. “His needles contain a type of sedative that sends the affected body to sleep and their mind into a created reality of their dreams. I guess you had a dream, huh?” 

“Yeah. A fucking stupid dream where everything was the same expect the important stuff.” 

“Important stuff? Like what exactly?” 

Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he decided not to tell you about his identity.  To you he was still just plain Dabi- the Dabi who took Stain’s words to heart and hated this hero-praised society. If he told you who he really was, what if you looked at him differently? So, he kept it to himself. 

“You weren’t there.” You were silent at his side, his gaze moving to focus back on the light fixtures that were turned off above him since the sun was bright enough through the windows to light the living room up.  “When I woke up in that dream, you weren’t there. The bar wasn’t there either, it was just some run down building owned by the city. You didn’t know me in that dream, and you died as a stranger to me in that dream too.”  His eyes lidded as a grim shadow cast over his face.  

“I died? But how-”

“I really don’t want to get into the details.” 

“Oh,” you pushed yourself.  “That makes sense. Sorry for prying.” It was silent for a beat. You looked away from Dabi, glancing around your living room as he watched you from the corner of his vision.  You had stood up from the couch, making him twitch. “I’m going to get you something to drink, you’re probably thirsty.  Since you’re recovering though, I’m gonna make you drink a lot of water.” 

He was content on letting you do what you wanted, but the thought of you leaving his sight for just a moment made his skin crawl.  If you went to the kitchen, you’d be going around a corner and behind a wall, he couldn’t see through walls.  

You got one step from the couch when he snatched your wrist and yanked you over.  Falling back on the cushions, your back was against Dabi’s side where he had snaked his arm around you, keeping you hostage.  

“What are you-?!” Your voice stopped when he dropped his forehead to your shoulder and squeezed you.  

“Don’t leave my sight yet.” 

“Did my disappearance in your dream really bother you that much?” He cursed you for being so perceptive on why he was suddenly so handsy with you. In the past, he tried to be as mindful of your feelings as possible.  He didn’t want to take advantage of your emotions back then, but now it wasn’t quite like before.  

“Yeah, it did.”  His honesty shocked you.  There was no joking undertone and no sound of a smirk on his lips.  It was sincere and it was sad. 

You relaxed against him, raising one of your hands to push through his hair that tickled your neck and cheek.  You wished you had a book or your phone to keep you busy at the very least, but you didn’t. You just traced the design of your apartment’s wallpaper with your eyes, sitting in silence for a while. 

“Hey,” you softly called after a while to test if he had fallen asleep.  You heard him hum behind you. “Is the reason you did what you did in the bar, because I didn’t exist in your dream?” 

Oh fuck. 

He had nearly forgotten that he practically shoved his tongue down your throat not that long ago.  In the past, maybe he would’ve felt bad about doing that; to you in particular- you being his best friend and the same friend who patched him up on the regular and the friend who got rejected by him. But now, he didn’t feel any regret looking back on the deed.  

In fact, the only regret he felt int his moment was the memory of his rejection. 

“Can I take it back?” 

“The kiss?” You croak? “Well, of course you can. I-”

“Not that, you idiot.” 

“What?” 

“That time I told you that I didn’t do relationships, when I rejected you. Can I take that back?” Your silence made his stomach churn.  God, this is why he hated relationships, why he hated fuckin’ feelings.  This is the sole reason he squashed what he felt towards you down into the pit of his stomach. Now it’s all coming back up to burn his throat like a case horrible heartburn. 

“Dabi, this isn’t a joke to me.” 

“I know, I’m not that much of a prick.” 

“Yes, you are.” 

“Not to you, I’m not.” The moment you opened your mouth to argue against him again, he bit into your neck, making you squawk and kick your legs out before bopping the top of his head with your hand that had been previously brushing through his hair. Which didn’t help your case, since all it did was knock his teeth into your skin more before he unlatched from you. “Hey,” he spoke as he moved to push his cheek against the top of your head so there was no way you could even get a glance at his face.  “If you think you still like me, then I think I like you too.” 

Dabi felt you start laughing before he heard it.  He felt like he was going to burst into flames as you squirmed around in his arms, laughing like he just told the world's worst dad joke. He pinched into your sides, making you yelp between laughs. When you settled down, you just rested against him willingly and hummed. 

“That’s not how you ask a someone out, Dabi.” 

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” 

“Neither is that.” 

“That’s it,” he finalized with himself as he planted his chin on top of your head with enough force to make you whine in dull pain. “Just for that, I’m not taking you on any good dates. It’s just concrete basements and empty fridges for you.” 

Yu gasp. “That is not how you treat your girlfriend!” 

“I don’t remember asking you to be that to me?” 

“You son of a-”

He pushed a hand over your mouth, muffling you as he felt you smile against his palm.  Tiling your head back to look up and back at him, he pulled his hand away from your lips and pushed a finger in front of his own, shushing you. 

“You sure you want me?” He asked. “Last chance to back out of it.” 

“Well,” you answered, “do really you want me?”

Dabi rolled his eyes. Like he would flake out after all this, you should know better than to ask him something like that.  He was meticulous, he wouldn’t be so certain of something like this if he hadn’t thought it over first.  He’s had his time without you and now he’s gonna make certain that it never happens again. 

“Oh, baby, I only want you.” Your face flushed and he kissed the end of your nose- since your lips were too far away from this angle to reach.  “Now turn around dammit, I want to kiss you properly.” 

That stupidly good heart of yours never fails to listen. 

-END- 

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Hi everyone! This is my first fic on Tumblr, it's just here, for now, I'm excited and kinda nervous too, my native language it's Spanish and I'm trying to be better at English so sorry for the grammars mistakes, I hope you like it, dear reader.

Warnings: Probably bad grammar or mistakes, swearing, mention of knives, mentions of death, kinda cute, kinda soft, confused Dabi, he doesn't know but he a softie.

It was pretty late when Shoto and I started doing our night patrol, it had been 3 months since we graduated from the UA in the hero course, the first 4 of the class were invited to work at Endeavor’s agency, Deku, Dynamight, Shoto and me, Artemis. We were the new pro-heroes with the biggest expectation from the public.

Endeavor wasn't the best at talking but I trust him, also thanks to him I don't have to worry about rent, the agency offered departments near the agency, and the rooms in the agency’s building were comfortable enough, usually, the new group was Split into two for patrol, Deku always had to go with Dynamght, he was the only one who can keep up with Bakugo’s shit, Shoto and me, we already were pretty Good Friends, I even can say we are each other’s confidant, it was a pretty nice night shift together, the absence of noise and people (and Bakugo’s shit), made it go smoothly as always. We are used to talking about everything, in the streets we could say anything, and no one more than us knew what secrets lay between us. There were secrets that Shoto didn’t want his father to know, not that he cares, but just to protect the people that he loved.

The current number one hero thought that the friendship we share will eventually become a love story, but oh boy, little did he know. Shoto had romantic feelings for another hero, I am pretty much the only person that Shoto has physical contact with, hugs and rest on each other shoulders, that's why his dad thinks of us that way. I don’t have family near where we are but the Todoroki family accepted me as one of their own since Endeavor thinks that I and Shoto are together we had to explain to Shoto’s siblings and Mom that he was in love with someone else, they didn’t care at all.

Suddenly the cold wind of the night started to get weird, making the residual trash of the city blow roll in the air, we both started to run there to know what was happening, at the moment we got close enough a black and purple substance started emerging from nowhere, it was a warp, the kind that the League of Villains has Access to, Shigaraki Tomura came out first, being followed by the tall, half-burned popcorn (as Shoto and I like to call him) Dabi, Toga right behind them with other 3 members.

I summoned my light arrows on my bow, I shoot an arrow at the leader and the tall man with black hair just disintegrates it with his blue fire. Like it was nothing.‘What are you doing here?’ Shoto asked the team of villains, Shigaraki just started to laugh ‘We came to get some groceries, what the fuck he is trying to do? Distract us?

I just rolled my eyes and said ‘Yeah well, here, you have something to add to your list I quickly prepared my bow with a new arrow, this time a stronger one, that can’t be destroyed so easily. The amount of power that this one has, with the purple hue and the energy that makes everything feel like an earthquake made the leader of the team look at it with fear in his eyes, Dabi tried to take it with his fire, but nothing happened, the arrow just started to follow all of Shigaraki’s moves, so again the man in front of him tried to catch it with his bare hands, oh what an error was that. The indentation that my arrow left on his right hand wouldn’t heal properly at all, not till I gave the order to my arrow to disappear in the wind.

Dabi just looks at me, while the others started to attack us he just stayed on the side, watching every move I make, (with) Shoto work pretty well with each other, we know our quirks and how to enhance each other's quirks.

There was a lady that appears to be new into the league, I never saw her before, she started to shoot mini grenades from her hand, making me jump to the side to avoid it, one laid between my feet, I didn't notice it until it hit me if that thing blows I die.

I'm going to die here.

The last thing I heard was a scream, Shoto screaming my real name, and then... darkness.

The next thing I know is that I'm in a completely white room, very small, I'm chained to one of the sides of a small bed, being forced to stay seated on the cold floor, if I am in one of the League facilities why they want me here? the murder of a new pro-hero would be an accomplishment by the league, why don't make it while I sleep? it would be something to make all the world feel unsafe, make all the heroes feel in danger. I hear the noise of the door opening, someone calls my name.

Dabi, that jerk, wait he was the one that saved me, at the moment the grenade exploded he just took my arm and yanked me out of the way, and took me in the warp with him.

"Hey Hawkeye!", he looked different than the night of the attack, just with his t-shirt and trousers, not his usual jacket, he looks more laid back than when fighting. He started to look preoccupied while I think how to escape, I'm not responding to him.

"Shit, no, did they do something while I was gone? Hey look at me, can you hear me? oh, these little shits are going to pay, I told them not to touch you" I just roll my eyes and say "What the fuck do you want from me you extra crispy fried ass?" he just stares at me confused for a couple of seconds and says "I'm not- Hey don't talk to me like that I'm your savior, remember? maybe I would let them do things to you, maybe I could take this food and let you starve".

He has a plate in a hand and glass with what appears to be fruit juice on the other. "Why would you feed me? do you know that keeps me alive, right? why didn't you kill me already?" I'm really confused, isn't better to kill someone while they're asleep, or this mother fucker want's to torture me. "That's because I don't want to kill you, dummy hero". Then why did he bring me here? what is the league planning to do to me? so I ask what the league wants from me.

"What makes you think there's a plan behind this?"

"Why else would a fucking villain kidnap a pro-hero if not to use them for something?"

"Well, there's nothing behind this, no one knows why I have you here actually I don't even know why I did it, but you were going to die and I just acted"- oh he should let me die, I'm gonna kick his pretty face when I get the chance.

"What do you want? you know it was going to be easier to kill me while I was unconscious, right?"

"Why do you keep telling me to kill you?"

"This is why"- there's a thing that not a lot of people know about my quirk, the bow, and the arrows are just a form I use it to be more precise, that doesn't mean that's the only thing it does.

With my both hands tied I conjured a little of my energy to make a knife to set me free, I break the cloth that keeps me hand-tied to the bed, throwing a punch at his face, he doesn't move I'm trying to get Dabi down but he is just there, he is not moving or trying to attack me at all, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Hey what the fuck, why don't you attack me? aren't you afraid that I'm going to beat your ass?"- He looks like he is in pain but doesn't fight back.

"I know you could," he says with a sad smirk, what's happening here? by a couple of times, I saw him before he never acted this way.

"Can you please just calm down, let me talk, and I'll let you go if you want"

I intertwined my eyes with him, a beautiful blue, exactly the color of his flames, I don't know why, but I want to hear what he has to say, he looks so sad, but also a little surprised when I sit at the small bed. It looks like he never thought I actually would hear his reasons.

He kicks gently the plate with the food by the side and sits on the little makeshift bed, the bed is so small that we can't avoid our knees touching, he doesn't try to tie my hands again, I could conjure a big weapon, maybe just a simple bat and then scape, I know I can win, so why am I anxious to hear him? he looks at me a couple of seconds, lets out a loud breath, and starts talking.

"Well, when you attacked me, I caught one of your arrows right?" he looks at me and I nodded "Look" he shows me his left hand, inviting me to take his hand on mine.

It's rough, more than calloused, the years of him using his quirk took a lot out of his hands, they were burned, when I touched him I thought it would hurt, but he just opened his eyes a little more in surprise and looked at me again.

"Ok you have your hands burned, what about it? it's your quirk right?" he lets out a little smile that if I wasn't looking at him this close probably would have missed it. "Yeah they're burned, I don't have feeling on them, even if I take something with force or catch anything, can't feel it."

I'm starting to understand what's happening here, but I want him to tell me anyways "Yesterday, when you shot your arrow when I caught it I-"why does he look so nervous? "I felt it, I felt the pain of the arrow, and I felt you, well, your quirk, whatever it is, I just felt your touch"

What I am supposed to say about that?- "I'm sorry?" I say confused "No no it's okay I just want to know how you did it" I don't know why I have the desire to touch him again, I need to help him, he is a villain, a cute one if I say so myself but a villain nonetheless. A villain very dangerous that just wants the world to burn, but look so lost, with the same face you see on a lost child on a Mall

"I don't know, my quirk it's just based on energy, I don't know where it comes from, It just appears when I want to and takes the form I need, I used to lost control over it a lot," I say while moving my fingers letting the violet ribbons go around my hand "Now I can control it using it as weapons, the one that makes me feel more comfortable is the bow and arrow, that way I can control it a little more, but I pretty much can conjure anything" He nodded and looks at my hand.

I show him again, letting a little ball of my energy dance between my fingers and let it go, I made it stay in one of his hands, he started playing with it, like a child with a new toy that was waiting to get for Christmas day, a smile started to appear on his face, not a cruel one, that he usually used, this one was of happiness, he looks handsome, the scars on his face makes him feel unique. I'm not sure what I'm doing till I come back to my senses, I'm catching his face between my hands, he just looks at me surprised.

I run my thumbs right below his eyes, he leans into the touch and closes his blue eyes.

"You know that I can attack you now and escape right?" "I know, but you don't want to do that, I am right?"

He is, he is sure about it and I am too, but why? he probably has me here to lend information about heroes, but he isn't asking anything about it.

"No, I don't want to, why? did you get me drugged or something?" I say smiling at him for the first time "No, Toga tried to get a little bit of your blood but every time she wanted to get a needle into your skin, a purple energy, your energy, surrounded you, Shigaraki wanted to use real knives but I- I didn't let them hurt you, I didn't want them to hurt you".

And to end: this is the first chapter, it's gonna be probably 2 o 3 chapters, I'll probably add some warnings if needed.

Love

Gummy.

[hawksugarbaby]

Shigiraki x reader- Are they among us?

Fluff

Dabi scowled at you and shigaraki curled up on the couch, your public affection made him uncomfortable and it didn't help he didn't trust you one bit. No way would he trust you so quickly.

"We need to have a meeting" shigaraki called into the front of the bar in his scratchy voice and dabi looked him up and down "with her here?" he pointed a skinny finger to you, blissfully running your hands through shigiraki's powder blue locks ignoring Dabi's typical attitude towards you. Shigaraki clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers together to keep his patience "why wouldn't she be there. She's one of us now" the croaky villain patted your thigh and you glanced between the 2 males deciding to keep your focus on your boyfriend. "Oh yeah you trust her because she's like your little puppy dog or some shit" the patchwork villain rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Explain why I shouldn't trust her?" shigaraki scoffed. His meeting was now going to run late wasn't it, ugh that meant working for longer when all he wanted was a nap or to have his head resting on your chest while he slept keeping you trapped on his uncomfortable mattress. You brought him the missing comfort. "She "secretly" dropped her alliance with all might for us. Seems shady to me" dabi squinted his eyes at you scrutinizingly and you chewed the inside of your cheek. "What if she's some sort of double agent" dabi theorised and shigaraki laughed at the ridiculous conspiracy. "She's already a double agent for us. (y/n) "works" for all might for us remember" shigaraki mocked and dabi rolled his eyes "whatever. What if she isn't even working for us, why would she just abandon all might for the league of VILLAINS?" he rolled a flame over his knuckles and shrugged as a sign of not caring despite how he really cared.

"Because I saved her from that nomu attack" shigaraki answered simply, and simple was never enough for the black haired villain. "And she just fell for you then and there?" he questioned sarcastically and you glanced at him from the side and smiled brightly "yes! He saved me quicker than I've ever seen all might move and shigi was so handsome coming to save me" you gushed, emphasising your sickly sweetness to get dabi off your back. It was annoying having him question your relationship constantly. "Sure you did. Whatever, start the meeting" dabi stopped his argument and shigaraki stood up making you fall backwards onto the couch and stretched his arms to the sky. "I need to organise my stuff first. I'll be 5 minutes" he grunted stomping up the stairs like a child being grounded.

You stretched and wandered behind the bar pouring yourself a pomegranate champagne spritzer in a fancy crystal glass bevelled at the sides. Dabi watched you in suspicion and bounced his leg "(y/n). Bring me a beer would ya" he grunted. You looked up from pouring your drink and raised your eyebrows "I thought you didn't trust me?" you answered back grabbing a beer for him regardless and pulled the cap off with the bottle opener. "Don't, doesn't mean I don't want a beer though" he said holding his hot hands out for the glass, the condensation turning to steam instantly. He grabbed your arm with his other seering hand and pulled you so you were sitting on his knees.

He kept his grip strong against your arm and leaned next to your ear whispering "I don't trust you for a second. So I'm going to give you a reason to leave, or more, a reason for shigaraki to kick you out." toga on the other couch panicked waving her hands out in front of her frantically. "Dabi what are you doing! You're gonna get fired or something" she shouted at the competitive man and you cycled your legs under his to try and propel you out his lap but to no avail.

Shigiraki's sloppy footsteps echoed louder as he neared the bottom of the stairs and dabi continued to whisper in your ear, lurching forward every time you moved too far and pulled you back keeping you trapped on his knee. You huffed and stuck your bottom lip out swirling the ice cubes in your cocktail that clinked against the side of the glass being washed over by alcohol. "I never did anything to you. I don't get why you hate me so much" you rolled your eyes and the stairs eagerly for your boyfriends shoes to step into the light. "I don't like it when someone threatens my family. And you feel like a threat" he explained, taking a swig of his beer and pressing the cold bottle against the small of your back making you jump and arch your back.

Shigiraki made it to the bottom of the stairs with scraps of paper and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He took note of your scowling expression on dabi's lap and his smirking face and growled angrily pulling you harshly off of dabi and kicking the man in the shins. "Get your hands off of her" he snarled pushing the paper he brought against your chest and tapped his foot impatiently waiting for a comeback but dabi wasn't willing to use his voice for shigaraki (KINKY- No pebble!). "Get up. I think i need to have a word with you outside" shigaraki smiled fakely scrunching up his nose and screwing his eyes shut while forcing dabi to the other side of the door.

You and toga looked at each other while listening to the argument outside and made light conversation. "Oh wait, here try some of my drink!" you exclaimed jumping up and squatting down beside her letting her take a sip from the side of your glass leaving a pink smudge on the side of the glass. She nodded approvingly after a sip and clapped her hands "you're so good at making yummy drinks (y/n)!" she complimented sucking on an ice cube she captured while sipping. "Thank you! It's a good distraction when there's 2 boys constantly arguing over my existence" you pouted gesturing flamboyantly to the door where the boys were still arguing. "Hm i'm sorry (n/n) (Nickname). If you get bored you could always go out with me!" she cheered and you laughed honestly weighing your options for a second. But no. shigaraki was your one and only "I'll keep that in mind!"

Dabi stormed out the base leaving the door wide open and you watched silently as shigaraki came through sighing. "No point in holding the fucking meeting now" he scoffed and pointed at you curling his finger for you to follow him. "Guess i gotta go. I'll talk to you later toga!" you cheered following shigaraki to your shared room. "I want a nap" he muttered and you nodded jumping into the room before him and hopping on the bed holding your arms out for him to rest between them. "Tired" he sighed, falling into you and you wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for saving me shigi" you whispered and he nodded slowly.

Alternative ending

You silently slipped out of bed squeezing through the window and bounced from rooftop to rooftop to meet the red white and blue hero patiently waiting for you under the pier at the beach to trade information. "They don't get along easily but it seems that dabi guy thinks he's found some sort of family. Toga just seems like a lost kid who doesn't belong there, cast out of society and shigaraki, a whiny brat who can't take being talked down too or argued with" you told all might who wrote everything down on a pad of paper to be given to the police. "I've yet to see bubaigawara or that compress figure today. Most of the league trust me but Dabi has his doubts" you explain.

All might nodded and handed you a salted caramel "thank you (y/n), I appreciate this, you'll be greatly rewarded after this" he says crouching under the pier and saying his goodbyes leaping into the other direction.

Bonus!

Dabi watched from on top of the ferris wheel set up for the carnival and smirked. "I fucking knew it you bitch"

[bakugohoex]

“i tried to move on, but nobody was you”

pairing: dabi x female reader

cw: angst that leads to fluff

word count: 1400+

a/n: it seems that my bakugo scenarios get a lot more likes than any other so if you guys have any requests for bakugo i’m all ears

summary: in which you find yourself in front of the league of villains base as nobody could compare to how your ex made you feel 

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Ten

The tears fell down your eyes as you watched Dabi walk away, it was the final good bye and you knew he meant it. He left ending the relationship you had started, you tried to make him stay, make him realise that you could both work it out together. Instead he ignored you walking back into the league of villain’s hideout. You didn’t move, tears kept falling and falling out of your eyes running back to your apartment, you had lost the one person who had promised would be bound to you forever. He was gone and he didn’t care.

Nine 

You were numb, laying in your bed for hours, your friends knowing of the break up but never to who. They tried to comfort you but all you could think about was all the memories that came from your relationship with Dabi. The sheets covered your entire body, your body going limp as you stared to the ceiling, the smell of Dabi disappearing for your room, until you finally closed your eyes. Memories filling your head, memories that defined your relationship. 

Eight 

“Dabi lets get ice cream?” You giggled as he had been lying on your bed, he was playing with his quirk as you both had been talking you sitting on his back, tracing patterns as his skin felt warm under your own. 

“Anything for you.” He smiled as he grabbed your hand giving you his hoodie as he put another one on. 

It smelt of smoke and alcohol but that was Dabi for you, it was perfect for you, a smell that you never wanted to leave, it was 11pm before you both finally let the apartment. He grabbed your hands a cap on his head to not get noticed, as you smiled holding his hands. You jumped around being energetic as he gave you a smile of love and appreciation that a person so sweet an innocent like you had remained in a relationship with him. 

He watched carefully that you were always protected never in danger, even with both your quirks he worried for your safety, you were his light, and you may have not realised but he lived for you. 

“I want chocolate.” You pouted as he was ordering the ice cream. 

He smiles as he looks up to the person behind the counter, “anything for you princess.” 

Grabbing the ice creams, he took your hand again as you both walked through town, Dabi and you both showing your quirks and talking. Enjoying each other presences, you never wanted it to end but it did.

Seven

“I love you.” You muttered in your sleep, Dabi was lying beside you his warm hands circling your back as you enjoyed the feeling of his skin on your own. 

“I love you too.” He whispered kissing the top of your head, he snuggled up closer to your body as you laid in each other’s arms. You felt comfortable knowing you were together forever, knowing nothing could ruin you, knowing you had broken through his barriers. 

Six 

“You’ve been distant, Dabi?” You questioned as you walked into the league of villains’ main base. 

“I’ve been busy.” He doesn’t meet your eyes, staring at the alcohol in his hands. 

You walked towards him sitting beside him, “doing what?” 

“Can you stop being so damn clingy?” He seethed at you as you could feel the fresh pricks of tears fall down your face. He didn’t wait for a response, just turning back to his drink as if you meant nothing to him. 

“I’ll just go then.” You said in between sobs as you ran back out the way you came, what had changed? Why was he so angry now? 

Five 

“I don’t want to be with you anymore” Dabi spoke outside the league of villains’ base, it was a dingy side street with rotten rubbish and the smell of smoke, but it was familiar and safe to you. 

“W…What?” You shakily spoke. 

“Did you not hear me?” He crosses his arm, speaking to you as if you had never shared any intimate moments in your life.

“Da-“ 

“Leave.” He starts to walk away, not waiting for you to leave, any care for you had disappeared as you meant nothing to him now. 

“No please Dabi, we can work thr-“ 

He turned around as you saw his quirk flash blue in front of your eyes, “Fucking leave Y/n.” 

Tears continued to fall as you trembled, you ran, ran as far as you could, the one man you fell in love with had broken your heart and you didn’t even know why. 

Four 

You tried to get out there, tried going to parties, bars, clubs. But to no avail every guy you hooked up with, meant nothing, they gave you no feelings. It was just numb and painless. You needed Dabi, he was so much more than any of these people. Your friends had even tried setting you up, but nothing came from it. 

The dates were boring and lifeless, their quirks incomparable to Dabi’s and all they brought to the table was their jobs and lack of excitement. You hated them with every fibre of your being and yet the person who had broken you was still at the centre of your hear. 

Three 

You hadn’t meant to be looking at the news, you were getting ready for a lonely Friday night in watching movies, but your hand had moved to the news channel, you saw Shigaraki as the rest of the league of villain’s were hidden. You saw as they nearly got caught, and you saw the glimpse of blue flames from Dabi’s hands diminished as if he had been hurt. 

It was a simple mission and yet, you knew he was injured, you knew something wrong had happened, and you knew exactly where he was. 

Two 

You hadn’t realised you’d grabbed your coat and keys, locking your apartment as you started running, your breathing heavier as you passed through the shops and stores all enticing you, ignoring it all. Everything around you meant nothing, all you wanted to see was him, wanted to comfort and make sure he was okay. You went into the dingy side street, the same street you’d been left outside of, the same one you both had met on, the same one where your memories had been held. The smell of oil and soot, comfort, and warmth surrounded you.

You missed it all, missed the feeling of feeling at home, you saw the door unlocked, knowing the league must have been in a rush. It had been weeks since your last encounter so why were you outside, why did you think he would want to see. 

One 

“Y/n.” His voice was shaky as you saw the mark to his right side, his eyes cold, he saw your cold state at the door, the league watching. 

“Let’s move this meeting” Shigaraki said as the league left the two of you. 

“I saw on TV.” You tried to suppress your tears, you didn’t want to be seen weak to your ex, you didn’t want him to see you vulnerable. 

You moved closer to him, you gestured for him to lift his shirt up, he complied as you saw the marks, you saw the towel to the side, helping to sooth the pain. He watched almost admiring you as you helped him out. 

“What are you doing here?” You didn’t look up continuing to help sooth him. 

“I don’t know.” Your eyes flickered towards his own, he didn’t speak just watching your face, he noticed your face was cold, eyes tired from crying, the evident bags under your eyes from sleepless nights. 

“I ended it to prevent you from getting hurt, I fucked up, look at you, my y/n crying over me.” He spoke as you closed your eyes to prevent tears. 

He brought his hand to your face, bringing it up making your eyes open. He watched as tears feel down your face, “you’re so pretty.” He noticed the clumps of mascara making your face black and drained. 

“You didn’t need to protect me; I always knew what I was getting into.” You spoke hesitantly your tears blurring your vision. “I tried to move on, but nobody was you.” 

“I still love you.” He whispers, bringing your face closer to his. 

You whispered the same, as his lips came to yours. You missed his lips, his hands on your body, his quirk leaving marks on you. You missed him, his laugh, his smirk, his grin, you missed it all. You were at home; he was your paradise, and nothing would ever get in the way of that now. 

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💙🧡   THIS IS -100%- NSFW AND IS 18+ Please, don’t read on if you are a minor. <3  💙🧡 This is a one shot of Dabi x Hawks!!   In this, Dabi is a SOFT DOM. He praises Keigo and treats him to a good time instead of the other way around.  💙🧡WORD COUNT: 3,073 words!  💙🧡 TW: Praise kink, ass play, blowjob ( let me know if there is another kink/trigger I need to post! ) Please keep in mind that I am not that great at writing. I’m trying to get better though. This is the first ever NSFW story that I have ever written, so I’m sorry if it’s terrible. But, if you like it, yay!! <3 I’m glad you do.  Have a good day! <3

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The light of the morning shown through the window of the bedroom, casting a bright light across Dabi’s eyes. He groaned in irritation and pulled the blanket over his head, rolling over to face where his boyfriend would sleep, only to find that the spot was empty. He pulled the blanket just below his eyes. Yep, empty. He groaned again, dreading to get up and find him. This bed was so fucking comfortable compared to the one that Dabi was used to sleeping on at the leagues’ base. His bed there wasn’t even really a bed. It was a flimsy, foldable cot that barely had any cushion to it, along with the pillow and blanket he used and he had been using it for so long, his body was sore almost all the time. The staples pushing into his scars didn’t help that. This bed, however? Holy shit. It was a California king pillow top. It felt like you were sleeping on a cloud and had so much room. For Dabi it was heaven. His scars didn’t ache, and the staples didn’t protrude into his skin irritating the scars even more. Also, it was so nice to have room to stretch and sprawl out to find ultimate comfort. The mattress was covered in a silky, candy red sheet, topped with the same as a lose sheet. On top of that was a thick, maroon reversible comforter. The top was silky just like the sheets with a faint design, but the underneath was a soft suede that made everything that much warmer. It was phenomenal. Dabi did not want to get up, but nature called. He had to pee. He lazily got up, throwing the blankets to the bottom of the bed as he rose. The bedroom was very roomy and attached was a bathroom that was almost too big for a one-person apartment. But however, it was the master bathroom. It included a whole shower with a bath option, a dual sink, and of course a toilet. Towering over the sink was a huge, incredibly detailed, gold mirror. It almost looked hand crafted it was so meticulous. The bath was one that had jets built in and sat very deep. Dabi and Keigo could both easily fit in it, with room to spare. Pure luxury according to Dabi. He had never been in a house so fancy, besides his family home. But that was so long ago, he couldn’t remember the details. Just that it was big. What else would you expect from the number two hero’s home? Number two at the time anyway. Dabi groggily walked his way to the bathroom. The closer he got, the more he could hear water running from one of the sinks. Opening the door, he was met with big red feathers, and a blonde brushing his teeth. Keigo Takami. Dabi’s new fling. Usually, Dabi would just sleep around with whoever, but for some reason unknown to him, Keigo had a hold on him that he could not shake off. There was just something about the bird fuck that hit Dabi as beautiful. Whatever it was, he loved it and didn’t want it to change. Ever. Keigo smiled around his toothbrush as the door opened, and he spit the toothpaste into the sink. “Morning~!” he chimed. “Sleep well?” The brunette made a small ‘mm’ in response and walked straight to the toilet. Keigo looked away to give him what little privacy he could and continued the last little bit of brushing he needed to do on his teeth. He spit out the paste again and grabbed a cup of water he had set up earlier. After he was done, Dabi flushed and walked behind Keigo, moving his wings out of the way. Since Dabi was a bit taller than Keigo, he could easily rest his chin on the man’s shoulders, right into the crease of his neck. He wrapped his arms around him and reached for the sink to wash his hands. As he washed, he was slightly pressing Keigo against the sink. The cold marble of the counter nipped against the blonde’s stomach. He made a small gasp as Dabi leaned against him. Not because of the cold countertop, but because of something else. Dabi had a morning erection, and he was not being shy about it. It was if he were intentionally rubbing it against Keigo’s cheeks. The winged man blushed. Even though they had been secretly going out, the size was always a shock to Keigo. He just could never get over the fact how big it was. He decided to break the flustering that was building inside of him. “Well, did you sleep well?” “Always. That bed is phenomenal, Pigeon.” Keigo blushed at the nickname. It was just so sweet to him and never failed to give him butterflies. “Well, I hope so. It wasn’t exactly cheap.” He put the toothbrush in its designated spot beside the rinse cup. He had a small little shelf to place it all on. Dabi had long since dried his hands by now and was now cuddling his boyfriend from behind. His arms were idly wrapped around his waist, thumb unconsciously tracing the elastic of Keigo’s boxers. Keigo returned the affection by placing his hands on top of Dabi’s and leaning his head against him, as it was still in the crook of his neck. However, the situation Dabi had was still around. Keigo blushed and looked at his lover through the mirror, slightly grinding his hips backwards to accentuate what he was talking about. “Feeling good this morning, are we?” Dabi smirked. He pushed his hips against Keigo, pushing his erection against his ass even more. “I guess so.” He moved his head so his lips were pressed against the blondes neck, peppering small, gentle kisses against his skin. Keigo lovingly sighed but tried to break the grip. “Dabi, please, we just woke up and-“ he was quickly interrupted by Dabi’s teeth slowly biting down. He let out a small gasp. As he bit down, Dabi tugged at the boxers he was teasing before, lowering them just enough to show the blondes v-line and hair trail. He dropped his hand to the buldge that was forming in the other’s boxers. “Fuck…” Dabi hissed. “You are just so easily aroused.” “S-Shut up.” Keigo ripped Dabi’s hands away and turned around to face him. He was met by ice blue eyes. They always stopped him dead in his tracks. How could a human have such beautiful eyes? It almost wasn’t fair. The look in Dabi’s eyes was full of desire and fascination, along with a small look of domination. Keigo gulped.   “You’re the one starting this.” Dabi took Keigo’s and pinned them against the counter by his wrists. He leaned closer to him; lips almost touching. “So? You seem to be enjoying it.” He released one of Keigo’s wrists and caressed the others dick with the palm of his hand, causing a lustful sigh to escape from Keigo’s lips, making his eyes close. “Damn, baby.” Dabi moved his hand up and down slowly and tediously causing Keigo to tilt his head back slightly from the stimulation. “So fucking hard already.” He smirked his signature smile. “H-How are you not worn out from last night?” Keigo asked, meeting his gold eyes with the blue ones. “I’m always ready to go. You know that.” Apparently, that was enough chit chat. Dabi kissed Keigo passionately. He parted his own lips and forced his tongue in the others mouth. Keigo returned the favor, instinctively draping his arms around Dabi’s neck, allowing him to kiss deeper. Dabi did just that. His hands were removed from their teasing and were now placed palms down on top of the counter, pressing Keigo yet again on to the countertop with his body. Small moans and pants were now filling the room. It was so invigorating for the two. Usually, Dabi being the dom that he was, didn’t really like the foreplay and teasing beforehand. He was usually way to horny and would just jump straight into the act, throwing Keigo down and taking him as he wanted.

Every once in a while though, he would show this soft dom side, and Keigo undeniably ate it up. He

loved

this side of Dabi. Maybe it was the fact that the man was still tired and groggy from sleep why he was acting like this today. Whatever it was, the blonde did not want it to end. This shit got him going more than anything.

Keigo’s moans were getting louder. He was getting so turned on, that he was almost whimpering at this point. Dabi took note of that and grabbed at some feathers, rubbing the ones in his grasp between his fingers.  

“A-ah! D-Don’t do that…” Keigo’s face was beat red from over stimulation. He was huffing and panting more than Dabi was. He was so hard now, that the elastic of his boxers was coming off from his body. Not a lot, but just enough to notice.

“Shut up.” Dabi kissed him just a bit more before returning to the teasing. He trailed his fingers down his partners torso, caressing him. As he reached his cock, he grabbed at it through the fabric, making the blonde suck in air through his teeth. Almost a hiss. Dabi deeply chuckled. “Did you like that?”

“D-Dabi please…I-“

Dabi ignored the other’s plea, and removed the dick from the boxers. A small little bit of precum was at the head of Keigo’s dick. Dabi teased, tracing the tip with the pad of his thumb, smearing the pre over the head. “How about I take care of this for you, hm?”

Keigo was blushing so hard at this point. He was trying to avoid eye contact with Dabi as he teased his cock. He was loving it so much though. “Y-You don’t have to, Dabs.”

“I want to.” Dabi started sucking Keigo’s skin, starting at his neck and moving down his chest. “I want to show you…” He left a trail of hickey’s as he moved, licking the sensitive spots before making another one just a bit lower. “…how much you mean to me.” The bruises weren’t to big though. Just enough to get the wings ruffled on the other.

And it did just that. Keigo was a breathless mess. His head had fallen back all the way. His hands were tangled in Dabi’s hair, slightly gripping and pulling at the black strands with each kiss and lick his partner left on him. His feathers were basically quivering.

“A-ah! Fuck…” Dabi had latched on to one of Keigo’s nipples. He licked and lightly sucked at it, feeling it raise and watching the winged man lose his mind.

After doing that for what seemed forever to Keigo, Dabi stopped jerking the erection, and dropped to his knees. Keigo moaned at the loss of touch. He was stimulated like crazy right now, but he wanted more.

Dabi took Keigo’s boxers off on his way down, exposing everything the blonde had to offer. He could tell his boyfriend was a bit nervous. This wasn’t exactly in Dabi’s nature, but he wanted to show his appreciation. He wanted to show Keigo how much he truly loved him. He wanted to take care of him, like he had always taken care of Dabi. It was his turn to be cared for.

He started kissing at his lovers inner thigh, causing him to melt to the touch. “

Well, that worked,”

thought Dabi to himself.

He didn’t want Keigo to be tense or nervous. “No need to be embarrassed, Pigeon. Just let me take care of you.” He looked up to Keigo who was looking down at him, face red and rapid breathing escaping from him. “O-Okay.”

Dabi chuckled and slowly took in his dick into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the tip, pressing it against it ever so carefully all while taking in the full length. He was quite talented in this department. Keigo was shocked.

They hadn’t been dating for very long. It was a very short amount of time to be honest.  Only a few months. Keigo was already kind of nervous around Dabi anyways, with his charming demeanor and dominating attitude and he was usually the one taking care of Dabi in this way, so this was completely new. What was going on with him? Deep down, Keigo loved this.

Now, Dabi did usually have a soft side with Keigo. Even though he would be dominating, he would usually ask if Keigo was okay, or would help him afterwards, showing care that way. Helping him clean up, giving him small kisses on his cheek, whatever the case may be. But this? Whole new level.

A few minutes had past and Dabi was showing his skill. “F-Fuck! Aaah, fuck…” Keigo was starting to let out his voice. He was moaning deeply, but loud. This was feeling

way

to good. As he looked down, he was met with hooded, ice blue ones looking back up at him. This made him lose his mind yet again. He was spewing out all kinds of curse words and whines. “D-Dabi, please I-“

Dabi released the blondes cock from his mouth with a

pop!

and caught his breath. He spoke deep and lustfully. “What, Pigeon?” His voice was very breathy. He was getting turned on himself. “Speak up. Tell me what you want.”

Keigo didn’t say a word. Instead, he grabbed a fist full of Dabi’s hair and forced him back toward his dick. “K-Keep going, j-just like you were. Don’t change what you were doing.”

Dabi grinned. “Good boy. Let out your dom side.”

The brunette opened his mouth and let Keigo force him back on it. He took his whole length in his mouth, moaning and huffing around his dick. It was hard for him to get air at some points, but he never gagged.

Keigo slowly rocked his hips back and forth, keeping the brunettes head in place with his hand. “Right there, right there – mmm suck that cock – suck that cock~”

His dick twitched. He was getting close and Dabi knew it, so he used this to his advantage. He cupped his partners testicles and lightly played with them.

“Aaah yes! Yes fuck!”

A chuckled came from Dabi’s throat around Keigo’s cock. He started to moan louder and deeper, sending vibrations all over the erection. It was almost to much stimulation for Keigo, but that’s exactly what Dabi wanted. He had one more trick up his sleeve to make the winged finish hard.

He released the dick again, replacing his mouth with his other hand. Before he executed this idea he had, he wanted to ask permission first. It had to deal with the ass and he figured his partner wouldn’t mind, but he thought to make sure anyways.

“I’m gonna do something new. Okay?”

“Y-Yes oh my god please just make me cum, Dabi. I wanna come so fucking bad.” Keigo’s words were slurred. He was so overstimulated he couldn’t hardly speak.

“Okay. You’re being such a good boy, Keigo. Such a good boy.”

Removing the hand he had placed on the others testicles, Dabi moved further back. He teased Keigo’s hole with one finger all while still pumping his dick. It was so wet from spit and precum and Dabi’s hand glided over it with ease. He would bring his hand up to the head of it and rub his palm against it. The staples at the base of his palm teased with every movement.  All the wetness made it a whole new sensation for the blonde.

“A-Ah! Right there! Aaah fuck! Fuck!” Keigo’s legs were trembling. He could barely stand. It was all just so much for him to handle. He had propped himself against the marble countertop with his hands, still rocking his hips. He needed more friction. He craved it. “M-My ass…please…ahh~”

Dabi looked up at him and smirked lustfully. “You’re doing good, Dove. Keep going. Be good for me.”  His finger quit teasing and entered Keigo’s ass, relentless and quick. Keigo whined noisily. “Ah shit! Ah ah, ah!”

Dabi pumped his finger inside at the same pace of the pumping act he was giving the dick. He was so hard himself. Seeing Keigo like this was enough to make him feral. He was getting off to it so much. Small, deep groans were escaping his throat and he started moving his hips just to get some stimulation on his own cock. He wanted to pump his own, but he wanted to keep making his partner feel good. A small wet spot of precum had formed on his gray boxer briefs from this whole act he was performing. They were so tight from the growing of his erection, so the friction was intoxicating.

“Fuck, Keigo. Come for me, come on you can do it. Show me how good you feel. Come on. Come on~”

Those words. Those words set Keigo over the edge every damn time.  His cock and ass twitched. The rocking of his hips was starting to falter and his legs weakened.  “D-Dabi please I-I’m gonna cum – Ah! Gonna cum! Hah, ah fuck! Fuck!!”

“Such a good boy, oh my god.”

Dabi quickened his pace with each hand. He moaned louder and deeper, just to over stimulate Keigo. He knew the blonde got off on his moans. He spiced them up this time, praising and verbally teasing him, calling him Pigeon, baby bird, all of Keigo’s favorites. The blonde loved to be praised.

“Cuming, cuming! Aaaah, fuck!!!”

And with that, white liquid sprayed on Dabi’s chest. He pumped it a few more times along with Keigo fucking the others hand. Each pump made Keigo grunt. Once he was done, he collapsed on to the tile floor of the bathroom. Dabi removed his hands as he fell in front of him. He just smiled and leaned in to kiss the man deeply. Keigo was a panting and huffing mess, but he tried his best to kiss back, breathing through his nose and making small moans as Dabi’s tongue entered.

Dabi released from the kiss, still just a lips distance away. “Good boy.”

Keigo, still breathless, tilted his head back and rested it again the cabinets that were underneath the sink. “I-I love you, Dabs.”

“Love you too, Pigeon.”

[commanderawkward]

Heartache (Dabi x reader/ Bakugou x reader)

This is for @savnofilter, I saw the post about wanting an angst fic based on the song slow dancing in the dark by JOJI and I decided to give it a shot. This is my first time trying to write this sort of stuff and it was written on my phone so my apologies in advance 😅

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Don't want a friend (just me)

I want my life in two (my life in two)

Just one more night

Waiting to get there

Waiting for you (all night)

I'm done fighting all night (waiting for you)

Glancing at your watch for the 4th time that night you sighed, avoiding the sympathetic glance the waiter had given you. Paying the bill for the bottle of wine you had downed you grabbed what was left and stubbled out the door of the restaurant. Glancing around the busy street you caught your reflection in the restaurant window, the makeup you had spent a lot of time doing was now ruined as tears littered your cheeks, your perfectly curled hair had now lost their curl and your body ached in the tight fitting dress and heels Dabi once adored on you. Taking another swig from the bottle of wine in your hand you stubbled down the street in search of the nearest pub hoping to drown your sorrows.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark

Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms

You have made up your mind

I don't need no more signs

Can you?

Can you?

"(Y/N)? Is that you? What are you doing here?"

Turning around from your place on the barstool you came face to face with your dark haired boyfriend. Glancing behind him you noticed he was accompanied by his league of villain friends. Frowning you grabbed your purse and made a beeline for the door.

"(Y/N)! Where the fuck are you going?" You heard him hiss as he grabbed your wrist and turned you to look at him. It was only under the light of the street lamps that he noticed your smudged mascara and red puffy eyes. "Hey, what happened? Did some asshole hurt you? Why the fuck are you crying?" He spoke as he grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned down to your level, eyebrows furrowed.

"You forgot about me" you said choking back tears, you were never good at keeping your emotions at bay when drunk. Suddenly Dabi felt a pang of guilt as he remembered about the date you had been planning for the past week. "Fuck! Was that tonight? I'm sorry I got caught up with all this shit happening with the league and-"

"I don't want your fucking excuses Dabi! This is the third time this month, I'm sick of being stood up, I'm sick of not seeing for days on end without any type of contact, I'm sick of being the only one trying to make this work!" You sobbed, breaking out of his grip you wiped your tears away. "I was so fucking stupid, I should have noticed the signs earlier. It's over Dabi..."

Give me reasons we should be complete

You should be with him, I can't compete

You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well

It had been two weeks since you last saw Dabi. Two weeks since you stumbled into a cab and watched his shocked face as you drove away. In two weeks he hadn't tried contacting you and you knew it was over for good.

"All I'm saying is that guy is a total asshole! He didn't deserve you! Look, I know you don't want to think about it right now but I really think you should put yourself back out there. I have a friend I can set you up with! He's a bit of a hothead but he'll warm up to you quickly I'm sure of it!" Mina exclaimed hugging a pillow to her chest. She was spending the night at your apartment for your regular girls night. You let out a deep sigh "Mina... I really don't know if I'm ready-" " Too bad, I may or may not have already set up a date for the two of you tomorrow." She said with a cheeky grin, cutting you off mid sentence.

"I-... You know what? Fuck it, when's the date and what's his name?" You responded. Dabi had made it clear he didn't want anything to do with you, screw him! You deserved to find someone who actually appreciated you. Mina squealed and shoved her phone in your face "his name is Bakugou Katsuki, I went to school with him. I'll text him and let you know you said yes!". Glancing at the man in the picture you had to admit, this Bakugou guy was pretty attractive but a part of you couldn't help the sinking feeling as the thought of Dabi still lingered in the back of your mind.

Looking in the mirror you admired your outfit, today was your date with Bakugou and you had opted for a simple white sundress and tan sandals. Mina had insisted she did your makeup and straightened your hair. "You look smoking girl! Bakugou is going to love you!" Mina told you admiring her work, "shit- you should get going or you'll be late, I'll lock up". Looking at your watch you gasped, grabbing your keys and your purse before you ran out the door while shouting a quick thank you to Mina.

Stepping out of your car you looked at the cafe nervously, it had been awhile since you had been on a real date. Walking inside you glanced around the room looking for your date. A sudden hand on your shoulder made you jump as you let out a squeak in surprise. "(Y/N) right? Mina's friend?" You heard a deep voice ask you. Turning around you came face to face with the blonde boy you recognised as Bakugou. "Uh- yes that's me, im sorry if Mina forced you into this" you said followed by an awkward laugh. "Tsk... she's been trying to set me up with extras since highschool but I've never seen her as determined about it until she mentioned you" he grumbled, taking his hand off your shoulder and shoving it in his pocket. You studied his face and noticed the faint blush that covered his cheeks and noticed the tips of his ears had turned red. "Should we grab a booth and order?" You said offering him a small smile.

As Bakugou went to order for the both of you, you sat patiently, peering out the window of the cafe. Suddenly you felt your heart drop to your stomach as your eyes met a familiar pair of turquoise ones. It was the first time you had seen Dabi since your fight. Your thoughts were interrupted as Bakugou returned with two milkshakes and you offered him a smile trying to shake of the feeling in your gut.

From the outside Dabi stood there frozen as he observed you with another man. He hadn't expected you to move on so quickly and the thought of you with another man left a sour taste in his mouth. The way you looked at him made his stomach drop, it was as though he was a stranger to you. It was probably for the best, he told himself. He was a villain and you deserved so much more than him. He would never be able to give you the life you always wanted and he had to accept you were no longer his. He glanced at your small frame through the cafe window before catching up with Twice and Toga with a strong pang in his chest.

When you gotta run

Just hear my voice in you (my voice in you)

Shutting me out of you (shutting me out of you)

Doing so great (so great, so great)

You

Looking at your shopping list you pushed your trolley around the small grocery store. It had been 3 months since you started dating Bakugou and things were going surprisingly well. Chewing on your lower lip in thought you scanned through the aisles trying to locate the hot sauce Bakugou had asked you to pick up for him. Finally after an almost shameful amount of time searching for it you were able to find it. "(Y/N)...?" You heard a painfully familiar voice question. Turning around, you locked eyes with your ex as his attention turned to the bottle of hot sauce in your hand. "Interesting pick, I thought you always hated spicy food" Dabi mumbled, eyes flicking back to your face. "I- well it's not for me it's for my boyfriend" you stuttered, it felt like your heart was in your throat as shock run through your veins at the sight of him. Dabi's eyes suddenly seemed dull as his expression darkened at the use of the word 'boyfriend'. "Must be doing great then I take it Doll?" Dabi hummed. Your heart tightened at his nickname for you. "Yeah things are good, great I mean... Well I should get going but it was good seeing you Dabi, I hope you're doing well too" you muttered, glancing at him one last time before scurrying off to the checkouts without bothering to grab the rest of your list.

Used to be the one (used to be the one)

To hold you when you fall

Yeah, yeah, yeah (when you fall, when you fall)

I don't fuck with your tone (I don't fuck with your tone)

I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)

Can it be one night?

Can you?

Can you?

"Ready to order babe?"

Peering over the menu, your gaze met Bakugou's. Tonight was your two year anniversary and he had taken you out to dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Smiling sheepishly your eyes raked the menu again "If I'm being completely honest I'm not even sure what half this stuff is" you said a little embarrassed. Picking a dish you recognised on the menu you both chatted as you waited for your meal. "I was going to wait until after dinner but fuck it" Bakugou said and he stood up and kneeled beside your seat. "(Y/N) I know we've only been dating two years but they've been the best two years of my life. I- fuck, you know I'm bad at expressing my feeling but what I'm trying to say is will you marry me?" Bakugou stuttered, cheeks as red as his best friends hair as he looked up at you nervously. Too shocked to answer him with words, you nodded, letting him slide the diamond ring on your finger as you jumped from your seat to embrace him.

Dabi stood there in shock as he watched the love of his life become engaged to another man at the same restaurant he had meant to have met her all those nights ago. Kicking over a nearby trash can he screamed, letting his emotions out in the empty street. Dabi had spent countless nights unable to dream of anything else but your beautiful face, it haunted him. Seeing you now engaged filled him with rage and sorrow knowing he drove you into another man's arms. Not wanting to go home he dragged himself to a bar and ordered a few shots of whatever would make him forget tonight. Feeling the burning sensation run down his throat he finally broke down at the realisation that soon you would be slow dancing at your wedding while he danced in the dark wishing it was him.

Give me reasons we should be complete

You should be with him, I can't compete

Dark

You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well

Can't you see?

I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)

In the dark

Dark

In the dark

Dark

[spookyceph]

Comfort Zone Pt. 1

A Shigaraki & Toga fic! Because the League becoming friends is just about my favorite thing ever. Also, it's running long, so I split it into two parts.

Rating: T and up

Relationships: Shigaraki Tomura & Toga Himiko, Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura (hints of)

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety attacks, disturbing thoughts, self-harm (in the form of Shigaraki’s scratching), mentions of blood

Even after shoving the door to the downstairs bathroom shut and locking it behind him, Tomura couldn’t convince his heart to stop slamming against his ribs like a caged animal.

How he’d let this happen—why he’d allowed it to—he couldn’t begin to piece together. He’d been so pissed when Dabi had intruded on his solitude at the bar. But then…then the bastard had started talking. Worse, he’d made sense. As if that hadn’t been enough, Dabi had given him a gift before leaning in close, so close, close enough to touch—touch!—his face, to tangle warm fingers in his hair, and shitshitfuckinghellwhatwashesupposedto—

Gasping for the air that had suddenly abandoned the room, Tomura sagged against the sink. No. The walls were not closing in on him. He wasn’t about to suffocate. His brain was just convinced that was the case because it was busy drowning in swells of adrenaline and anxiety. One hand flew up to his neck. The sting of his nails ripping open new furrows across old scratches caused his flailing thoughts to freeze. Seizing the opportunity, he groped for another lifeline.

“W-white counter. Lavender soap. Blue…fuck.” He gouged his nails deeper, countering anxiety’s own claws in his guts. “Blue. The fucking goddamn towel is blue. Like his—”

The resulting jolt of shock at what had nearly escaped his mouth knocked panic’s grip right off of him.

Tomura turned the sink faucet on and stuck his icy, quaking hands under the warm stream of water. The sensation of it flowing and sliding between all five of his fingers like nothing solid could helped ground him further. Cupping his palms, he caught enough to splash onto his face and scrub away the clammy sheen of stress sweat. Too late, he remembered the fresh coating of salve. Droplets raining down his cheeks and chin, Tomura lifted his head to confront his reflection.

Cracked and crinkled rice paper skin. Beauty mark like a droplet of ink to one side of his mouth. Vertical scar splitting the symmetry of his lips. White wisps of hair that Kurogiri had long since stopped suggesting he comb curling every which way. Eyes as round and rawly red as the healing exit wounds that shitheel Snipe had given him as parting gifts. Or the thin streams of blood trickling from his shredded neck, soaking into his shirt. The same list of features he’d had as long as he could remember—no more than fifteen years back before recollections slid into oblivion, admittedly, but long enough. Tomura squinted, studying each one, struggling to imagine what they might look like through eyes the bright blue of lightning.

Don’t expect me to share my chapstick, though. You’re on your own with that one, creep.

Tomura’s jaw tightened until his temples throbbed. Sensei had once had him take some standardized tests from the most prestigious schools in the country, just to show him how narrow society’s thinking could be. He’d aced every one…yet he’d walked right into Dabi’s little joke. The bastard had probably laughed all the way back to his room at Tomura’s gullibility. Even with half his skin barbequed, face full of staples and stitches like a campy horror movie character, he’d obviously been born a golden child, tall and beautiful and strong. Probably doted on by everyone around him until whatever little accident had tarnished his shine. Driven into the dark of the underworld, he still retained the same entitled attitude. Someone like Tomura—no pedigree, no social standing, and thus no need to kiss anyone’s ass—would be vermin to him.

Think of this another way. As a show of trust.

There. Better?

Here. Keep it. Should last awhile.

The righteous fire in Tomura’s chest dwindled and fizzled. A smaller but much more alarming warmth kindled along his cheekbones. Okay, fine. Dabi’s expression hadn’t belonged to a purebreed staring down his nose at a stray mongrel when he’d said those things, but so damn what? He’d smirked and teased and bulldozed right through every boundary he found.

Why, then, hadn’t Tomura erased his annoying existence from the world? Or at least beat some respect into him? Just because he’d been nice for two seconds? Tomura preferred to think he wasn’t so pathetic that he could be swayed by such an insignificant gesture.

People always show their real selves when they’re pissed.

The tang of copper coated his tongue as he chewed on his nails—his second favorite method to tear himself apart. What if…what if insults and arrogance were tactics? Ways for Dabi to gather intelligence and gain the upper hand? Tomura did much the same on the rare, awful occasions he had to interact in public, just in the opposite direction—he pretended to be a harmless drone of hero society like everyone else. In that light, Dabi’s intentions had been genuine even though his approach relied on deception.

Aloof characters who nevertheless gave their all for the party when it came down to it were always the most useful in games. Not to mention usually Tomura’s favorites.

Right. That concluded his thinking about the subject for the night. Or eternity.

Door opened a crack, Tomura peeked out into the hallway. Not a soul. He cocked his head, listening. Not a whisper or peep. Mindful of every creaky floorboard, he crept out. Slunk upstairs like a thief in his own base of operations. Hardly dared to breathe until he’d shut and locked the door to his room behind him.

Nerves still crawling beneath his skin, Tomura glanced over at the laptop sitting on the small desk against one wall. To the TV mounted on the other, framed by shelves of games to various consoles. He would’ve liked nothing more than to have a glowing screen absorb his attention, but he knew his focus was too scattered to play anything. Scanning the online news feeds would yield nothing but chatter about Stain or All Might—his fingers latched back onto his neck just thinking about it. He couldn’t wear himself out with training since that meant going back downstairs to use the mats and equipment in the basement. No fucking way was he setting foot in the bar for the next few days. Maybe not for years.

He knew he shouldn’t have let anyone stay here. Now he was trapped, a prisoner in his own goddamned room, all because he’d let an overcooked piece of human yakitori put his soft, stapled hands on him, and—

The rising swells of panic dropped and went utterly still as Tomura’s eyes darted to his closet. Of course. Such an obvious answer. He should’ve known what to do from the beginning.

Aah, you poor thing. What are you so afraid of? All you have to do is follow your heart.

As always, Sensei had provided for him.

Sliding one side of the closet open, Tomura picked up a long wooden box from its resting place beneath his neatly hung clothing. He gently set it in the middle of the room before retrieving a cloth from his desk. Sitting on his heels in front of the box, he wiped a few stray specks of dust from its lacquered surface. Though his memory of receiving it (not to mention its contents) remained lost somewhere in the murky haze of his childhood, the familiar action alone reassured him. Sensei had instructed him to care for it and he had, polishing it every week without fail for fifteen years.

Sleeves over the heels of his palms to prevent smudges, Tomura carefully lifted the lid.

The stench of formaldehyde sprang out immediately. It reached straight down his throat and clenched his guts with corrosive fingers. Despite the urge to vomit everything in his body cavity up, a mantle of calm settled over Tomura’s shoulders. As wretched, as vile, as stomach-wringing as they were, the sensations were familiar. They’d woven themselves into his makeup as tightly as his DNA. The same could be said for what lay inside the box.

Paler even than him against their nest of black coffin velvet, fourteen human hands lay in two neat rows. Well, thirteen—one was merely a replica, a replacement. The metal caps on the wrists gleamed sallow gold under the room’s light. Poised on the razor’s edge between sickened and serene, Tomura reached for them in the usual order.

First, the smallest ones, curled around his wrists. A larger pair with aged, wrinkled skin and knobby knuckles clamped to his biceps next. A similar but slimmer version of those followed on his forearms. The hands with the longest, loveliest fingers encircled his neck in fourth place. Two sets of brutish, blocky ones latched onto his shoulders, then his sides just beneath his arms.

Naturally, the best he saved for last.

Tomura fixed the replica to the back of his head almost absently. His attention was reserved for its partner: a left, the largest hand, the father of its macabre little family. He lifted it with the same care a collector would a preserved butterfly. With a fingertip he mapped out the valleys and ridges of bones and strong sinew along the back. Turning it over, he traced the lifeline etched across its palm that had most definitely lied. The way the scar cleaving his lips tingled and burned had nothing to do with the savage grin that split Tomura’s face. He rubbed his chin to be sure the feeling of blood drooling down it was only a phantom from his buried past.

He didn’t need to know its origins to realize how special Father was.

Revulsion and exhilaration surged up from his center as he pressed the precious memento mori over his face like a mask. His roiling emotions alchemized into something he had yet to name, its crystallized shape strange but stable. At last, the feel of cold, waxen flesh molded to his cheeks, of stiff, dead fingers in his hair, chased away the fantasy of hot, living ones. At last, he could think.

With a relieved sigh, Tomura replaced the box’s lid and stood. After feeling trapped, he needed the reassurance of space. He went to his room’s narrow window, pushed aside the curtains, disarmed the little tripwire surprise he’d rigged, and pushed the bottom pane up so he could slither out onto the fire escape.

The night air reeked of the refuse piled in the alley below. This definitely wasn’t high on his list of favored spots, but it was better than nothing. At least the temperature was being kind to his skin, not too warm or humid, not to cool or dry. The rusty skeleton of the fire escape squeaked as he settled himself on the mesh bottom, hugging his knees. Staring up at the void of the sky, a few stars visible through Father’s embalmed fingers, wasn’t so bad either. Everything he could see was warped, discarded, halfway down the path to total ruin. It almost made him feel at home.

A home with dynamics that had changed overnight. But…like it or not he had two new roommates—with more to come, according to Giran. Tomura didn’t have the kind of power to reduce hero society to rubble and ash on his own. Not yet. In the meantime, he had to make do with the next best thing: strength in numbers. It was just…he got so anxious. The concept of living with anyone aside from Kurogiri was bizarre, the thought of having to interact daily with strangers unsettling.

Yet even someone as powerful, as feared and dreaded as Sensei didn’t work alone. If his mentor hadn’t turned his nose up to cooperating with select people, who was Tomura to? He grimaced behind Father, but he could already feel resolve seeping between the seams in his thoughts. One way or another, he’d learn to tolerate his houseguests and how best to use their skills for the greater goal.

Maybe it was his years martial arts training that picked up on some subtle shift in the air. Déjà vu prickled along the back of Tomura’s neck. His head snapped toward the perceived threat on his right.

He caught a flash of a blonde-haired head just before it ducked back inside the next window over.

I’m Toga! Toga Himiko! It’s hard to live!

“Wait,” came from Tomura’s mouth before his conscious mind registered the action. “I’m sorry. About how I acted earlier.” The surprise of those words, in that order, coming from him fell flat compared to the shock of realizing he wasn’t lying.

[themysteryofwriting]

Mitsue goes off

Warning: Slight spoilers for the Overhaul arc

Mitsue had already been having a bad day when it happened.  Her phone had died on her sometime during the night, which meant she woke up to nightmares and had to calm herself before she had a panic attack.

Of course, considering her phone died, that meant music for the rest of the day was a no go.  Especially considering her back up music had mysteriously gone missing a few days ago.  And of course, this had to happen on a day where the had Hero Course lessons, which meant she had to the whole thing quirkless.  She made a mental plan to go to 1-H as soon as she could so she could convince Mei to make her something for her music.

She decided to offer to go out to get the stuff they were missing and quickly was able to acquire a pass but couldn’t find anyone to go with her.  Figuring it would be a quick trip, she decided to just deal with her anxiety and go.

But of course, with the kind of day she was having, that was not what happened.

She had barely been on the way back to UA when she felt someone following her.  At a quick glance back when she was turning a corner so it wasn’t too obvious she could see it was Toga.  Greeeaaattt. Why was the League of Villians after her?  Did the universe really hate her that much?  Well, clearly she couldn’t head back to UA now, especially considering she wasn’t sure what they would do if she did make it back to UA.  So instead, she quickly made moves to try to lose them, but of course, they had set up an ambush.  She made a move for her phone, which wasn’t there, before cursing under her breath and bolting in the opposite direction upon seeing Twice.

“Fuck that,” she muttered under her breath, glancing around as she ran to see if any of the others were around.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to fight any of them one on one quirkless.  And of course, to get away from them she had to go in the opposite direction of UA.  Why did the universe hate her so much today?

Mitsue almost expected the first ambush, the second, however, was completely unexpected.  Mitsue turned the corner, hoping to lose them only to run right into Dabi.  He must have figured she would come this way.  She tried to bolt again only for him to grab her.  “Make this easy on yourself.”

“Oh yeah because I’m gonna let myself get captured,” Mitsue said sarcastically.

“We can do this one of two ways.  Either you come along willingly once Kurogiri sends the portal.  Or we can have Mr.Compress use his quirk on you.  It’s your choice.”

As much as Mitsue wanted to fight them some more, she was not in the mood to find out if Mr.Compress’s quirk would set off a panic attack or not.  That did not mean she did glare at Dabi the whole time.

Dabi rolled his eyes a bit at that but quickly brought Mitsue through the portal once it was opened.

Mitsue still glared as she was pushed into a chair and chained up.

Well, at least she wasn’t being locked in a room by herself.  That might have actually triggered her.

The glare didn’t lessen any as she noticed Shiragaki approach.  She was not in the mood to deal with them today.

“You know my class is going to notice I’m gone before too much longer, and they will come and kick your ass.”

Shiragaki scowled at that, Mitsue thought he was probably thinking of Izuku or something, he seemed to have a hatred for her fellow classmate.  Not that she knew why, just something to do with All Might.

“Even if that is true, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a conversation with you before they show up,” he responded coldly.

“Oh and what exactly do you want to take about?”

“I want to know exactly why that miniboss was so interested in an NPC like you..”

Before Mitsue could ask exactly who he was talking about, Kurogiri spoke up.  “He means Overhaul.”

“You brought me here to talk about Overhaul,” Mitsue said, both Toga and Dabi noticing immediately how her voice had changed, how her tone had immediately darkened.

“I figured you had to be important if he chose you as a pawn in his plan?”

Mitsue laughed darkly, startling everyone in the room.  “Oh, right he chose me.  It’s not like he kidnapped me when I was heading back to school just like you assholes.”

Shiragaki looked like he was about to say something but Mitsue was far from finished ranting at them.  “I mean, it’s like he used me as a tool to get what he wanted.  It’s not like I wasn’t fucking tortured from the time I was captured until my classmates rescued me.”

Mitsue didn’t even notice the shocked looks start to form on the villain’s faces.  Dabi personally was hiding a look of anger under his cool facade.  He already knew Overhaul was a terrible person but he had tortured someone Shouto’s age?  She may have been training to be a hero but that didn’t mean torture was okay.

“Which of course you two should have known,” Mitusue said, glaring at Toga and Twice, “Considering you were fucking working with him.  And you,” Mitsue turned to glare at Dabi.

Dabi had to hold in a flinch at her glare.  If looks could kill she could have taken all of them out.  “I thought you were against child abusers.  I didn’t realize you’d be willing to work with someone who was torturing a six-year-old.”

Dabi blinked once,then twice before heading to the door.  “I’m heading out.”

It was clear all of them knew he was heading.  “Just don’t get caught,” Toga called in that overly cheerful voice of hers.

Beyond a slight nod, there was no response from Dabi as he left.  Overhaul was going to regret the day he decided to torture a six-year-old so his plan could go through.

That had made Mitsue pause her ranting to stare at the door for a second.  She might even have stopped if Shiragaki hadn’t decided to be an idiot.

“You know I might just lose my temper before the heroes get here if you don’t tell us why that miniboss wanted you.”

Simultaneously, all the other villains facepalmed, realizing Shiragaki probably just started another bout of angry yelling instead of the answers he was after.  

“Oh, I’m sooo sorry I don’t want to talk about something that traumatized.  I mean it’s not like you all are completely open for the reasons that you’ve become a villain or anything.  It’s not like Dabi walked out to get revenge for his reason or anything.  And I’m so sorry that I don’t want to talk about my trauma that happened less than a month ago when you guys won’t talk yours which happened months to years ago.”

There was a silence for a second before Spinner broke it. “...Well damn…”

A high-pitched giggle erupted from Toga. “Mimi’s even cuter then I thought she was!  She was cute enough already, but seeing her get so angry was just simply adorable!”

Mitsue, fortunately, didn’t notice Toga’s reaction.  “Not to mention that based on my calculations you only have about another 10 minutes before they realize I’m gone.  So you can either have another Kamino Ward incident with UA teachers breaking in here to save me, or you can let me go and not have to deal with that.”

“She does have a point. No, she doesn’t!,” Twice said.

“I mean unless you think you can go against them all without the help of All For One.”

Kurogiri cleared his throat.  “Shiragaki, she does have a point there.”

Shiragaki grumbled before realizing they were right.  “Fine.”

Toga got Mitsue out of the chair and Mitsue immediately rubbed her wrists to try to get circulation back.  Even before she was done, she felt a portal pass over her and she was a few blocks away from UA, having the stuff she had grabbed back in her hands.

She sighed heading back to the dorms and made up an excuse as to why it took so long.  And if she wasn’t surprised as to why Overhaul was found dead in his cell later that day, that wasn’t any of the others business.

[harmonie-writes]

Baba Yaga - Happy End

Quirk: Dream-Scaping/putting people to sleep - when your quirk is active black sandy-mist comes off the black ivy patterns that swirls across your body while your eyes become a grey fog color. When someone falls under the Reader’s gaze their eye color will match and become paralyzed by fear. The other part of the quirk is shooting a black sand-like mist into the opponents eyes and they will fall asleep with nightmares. Your quirk is actually quite beautiful to someone who is viewing it from the outside watching as the black mist rolls off the ivy patterns of your skin.

AN: italics are thoughts and past events

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Baba Yaga pt. 1 I pt. 2 I pt. 3

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Recap:

- Holding your free hand to your face you tried hiding your tear stained face even though you know Midoriya could hear your broken sobs

- His heart clenched seeing you so broken

- Bring you into his chest he held you as you cried out

- “When you feel comfortable will you please tell me about that offer you were made?”

- Hiccupping you wiped your eyes, “I don’t think you would want to know that or the answer I come to…”

- Midoriya’s hand hesitated on your back as he let just that information set in

- It dawned on him that you might run away again

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- Pulling away from the hug slightly Midoriya tilted your face up so he could get a good look at you

- “You don’t plan on running again are you?” the intensity of his emerald eyes bore into yours

- He noticed that your eyes were clouded with emotions, it was a complete hurricane inside your (e/c) orbs. He also couldn’t help but take time to stare at the black ivy that peaked out of your shirt collar and resting just at the bottom of your chin.

- Letting out a shaky breath you tried containing your sniffling. “I-I don’t know... I haven’t decided...”

- Nodding Midoriya helped you back to your feet and tried wiping away your remaining tears

- I can’t believe I didn’t give her a chance back then... we used to be so close...

- Giving Midoriya a shaky smile you squeezed his hand before letting go and slipping back into the school heading toward class

- Picking up his hero notebook and the rest of his belongings he followed behind you, but he mind was occupied on what he could do to make you stay. To actually give 1-A a chance.

- Rubbing your cheeks you tried to remove any trace that you had been crying, although you knew your attempts were probably in vain it couldn’t hurt right?

- Sliding into your desk you just wished the day to be over

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- Packing your bag you got ready to leave until you felt a hand placed on your shoulder. You tensed immediately at the foreign contact

- “Relax (Y/N) its me...” the owner of the warm hand replied. Turning to look at the hand you followed it to its owner. 

- “Can I help you?” you asked looking away from the ash blonde male

- You heard him huff before your were physically turned towards said male

- You glanced around the room noticing that most people had already left or were at least waiting outside the classroom before looking back at the tall male

- “I just wanted to apologize... for well everything,” Bakugou muttered so only you would hear.

- You stared at him for a solid minute unable to comprehend what exactly was happening until he flicked your forehead

- “Oh um thank you Bakugou...” you told him that, but you weren’t sure if you were quite ready to forgive yet

- “Take your time and I will see you later,” Bakugou shrugged and walked away and you watched his figure disappear through the door before going back to packing your belongings

- At least they’re trying...I guess

- Walking back down the usual way you go to and from UA you were lost in your thoughts until you made it into the safety of your quiet apartment

- You had lost to contemplate: Could you ever be their friend again? Would you even want to? 

- Lifting your hand you pointed your index finger and little bits of black sand started rolling off the ivy patterns enough to create a small black horse that ran around your room

- Ah yes, the little nightmares you have learned to shape on command. You were proud of your own progress and smiled as the small nightmare pranced around above your head

- Could your quirk even be heroic?

- Waking up the next morning you looked over at your phone and noticed that you had been added to 1A’s group chat and that everyone was planning on going out for dinner after class. You even saw that Midoriya persoanlly extended that invitation to you in the chat

- I guess he really is trying to be the friend he should’ve been just like he said...

- Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you got on with your day 

- Entering the classroom Midoriya’s head turned and saw it was you. His smile was sad for a brief moment as he looked at you remembering yesterday’s conversation, but that changed when he thought about the class’ plan for the evening.

- “Hey (Y/N)!” Midoriya walked up to your desk. “Do you plan on going tonight?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

- Studying him you looked closely at his eyes. You know they say the eyes are the window to a person’s soul. You were checking to see if his eyes held anything other than being hopeful/eager to try and be your friend again. You didn’t want to see guilt and apart of you thought that if you saw guilt in his eyes that he was only doing it to make himself feel better, not you.

- But you didn’t see anything. Just Midoriya being well Midoriya. 

- “I guess it’ll be fun to go...” you trailed off as you looked away from his eyes and happened to miss the smile that touched his face, but you heard the smile in his reply.

- “It’ll be amazing! I want to know more about everything!” the excitement in his voice was contagious and you tried hiding your smile behind your textbook, but Midoriya still saw it. 

- The observant little shit 

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- “We need to go check in on our little nightmare tonight and see what her decision is,” Shigaraki said holding onto his game console and looked over at Dabi. 

- If anyone could persuade you to join them again it would be Dabi

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- “So Midoriya,” you walked up to the greenette and his friends, “what exactly is the plan for tonight?”

- Everyone gave a smile or a hello to you showing up. Honestly they were a little surprised and relieved that you decided to come. 

- “Well we are going to that one ramen place that everyone has agreed on and then might do something after, but we haven’t gotten that far. Does that sound okay to you?” He asked and received a nod.

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- After dinner you were all walking along the beach

- You were actually happy! Your classmates didn’t act scared of your quirk and you were relieved that none of them seemed to be acting

- Everything was fine and dandy until you saw that all too familiar black and purple mist

- “Shit...” you muttered and Midoriya turned to look at you and based off your alarmed facial expression this couldn’t be a good thing

- “Be ready! We have seen this before!” Iida called somewhere in front and everyone, but you got into a fighting position

- You clasped your hands together in worry, because you weren’t sure why they would all becoming or how they knew where to find you

- Seeing the very familiar build of the fire user made your breath catch

- Fucking dammit you thought as you watched him make his way forward only to stop a few yards in front of you as the rest of the league walked out behind him

- To the league they couldn’t see you in the back so Dabi called out. “(Y/N)! We want to talk!” 

- All of your classmates looked at you with alarm in their eyes, one thought being shared (other than Midoriya): did she set us up?

- Your classmates made way as you walked through them, but they were confused on why you looked anxious, scared even

- Stopping in front of your classmates you finally looked up to meet eyes with Dabi and the rest of the LOV

- “Have you made a decision little nightmare?” Dabi asked his tone somewhere between demanding but held a bit of gentleness (c’mon it was you)

- “I-I” you started but were cut off

- “What the hell does it matter to you scar face?” Bakugou pushed you behind him with Kirishima on his left.

- “We aren’t here for you blondie. We only came for the nightmare.” Kirogiri said locking eyes with you

- “The hell (Y/N) is going with you bastards!” Bakugou wanting to protect you, even though it came out as anger got the best of him

- “We can either do this the easy way (Y/N) or the hard way.”

- At this point Jirou had gently pulled you to the back of the class again in an attempt to hide you

- “The hard way it is then.”

- The league started charging at 1A, the people who were trying to protect you

- Correction, your friends were protecting you, and you watched as some got thrown around, beat and cut up from villains

- At first you didn’t know what to do until you saw your friends starting to struggle

- “ENOUGH!” your voice carried over the battlefield and some people stopped what they were doing to look at you

- Throwing off your jacket you revealed your bare arms and held them up. Your eyes became milky white as you raised your arms up and pointed them in front of you. Black, sandy tendrils started coiling off the ivy that was visible, and your hair stood on end being blown by the nonexistent wind. 

- At this point almost all eyes were on you, fear. The very thing that made your quirk oh so powerful. No one knew who your target was, but they would soon find out.

- The mass of black that formed behind you started separating and shaping themselves

- As they looked on they watched the black sand become large horses

- “Sweet dreams,” you muttered before the black horse charged forward leaving behind wispy trails of sand.

- It was almost as if everything was happening in slow motion

- Your friends watched as the horses charged passed them and collided with the villains and dissipating into the black sand again leaving them paralyzed in their own nightmares

- “Iida!” you called, but kept your focus on maintaining the paralysis of fear in the individuals who were caught in the sand

- Running over to you he looked down at you. “Get the teachers and the police! Hurry!”

- Hearing him sprint off you turned your focus back to the task at hand

- Slowly 1A made their way to your side in awe of the power that you quirk could do. 

- “Momo I need you to do me a favor,” you said not looking in her direction, afraid that the loss of concentration will break your hold on them

- “Anything. What do you need?” “Rope or anything to bind their hands and feet.” Nodding she started creating a strong material that couldn’t be broken

- “Bakugou,” you grunted out feeling sweat starting to form on your brow, “I need you and a few others to remove any weapons they might have on them.”

- “You heard the lady. Lets go,” Bakugou said as a few other boys followed him to neutralize the situation while the others started tying up the captured

- Upon hearing the authorities and some teachers you released your hold on the villains and slumped to the ground

- Midoriya ran up to your limp body and picked you up

- Everyone looked back to the villains you held captured and watched as the black sand slowly trickled away from them and back to you before disappearing

- “What happened here?” Aizawa asked walking up to Midoriya to looked at your unconscious form in his arms

- “The League came to take her back. Fighting started but (Y/N) managed to paralyze those who didn’t escape and neutralize the problem,” Todoroki said coming up to stand next to the shorter male

- An officer wrote down the report. “We will need (Y/N)’s testimony as well when they wake up,” the officer said glancing down at you before hauling the captured villains into police cars

-  Eyes fluttering open you breathed in a gasp as you looked around

- Dear God you startled the poor boy who was holding, literally almost caused him to drop you

- “I’m so sorry I have ever doubted you (Y/N),” Midoriya said hugging you tightly, “you will make an incredible hero.”

- Smiling tiredly you returned the hug until he held you at arms length and started shaking you

- “When could you make shapes with the sand!?” Midoriya asked shaking you by your shoulders

- Laughing you shook him back, “They’re dreams Midoriya! They can always be manipulated!”

- “Not bad Nightmare,” Bakugou said ruffling your hair. Huffing you fixed your hair sending the blonde a playful glare

- “Oh I will show you a nightmare,” You teased flicking your wrist at him making him flinch, but nothing happened

- He just saw you laughing as you made a quick get away from him, and he gave chase after you while yelling

- “Yeah she is going to make a great hero,” Midoriya said crossing his arms watching his old friend and his old friend now new friend chase each other

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AN: Hello everyone! Here is the first part of the two endings for Baba Yaga! Thank you everyone who has been supportive to this fanfic! 🖤-dvoz

[thedouchebrigadesympathizer]

Hey. Quick ask from me before I go to sleep: do you have some Christmas headcanons for Shigaraki, Dabi and Himiko? Like, what they do, what they think about Christmas and some possible presents they give to each other? (If it's too much to do for all three, I leave it up to you to choose one person)

Coincidentally, I have a Tomura/Reader drabble I wrote a while back and I can add it to this post so you’re in luck~! HC go in order of; What do they do for the holiday, Opinion on Christmas, and Presents they give/want to receive. SFW ahead!!!

Tomura Shigaraki / Tenko Shimura / FuckHands McMike

Tomura just goes along with whatever Kurogiri or maybe All For One has planned for the holidays. He’s Mr. Grinch, but he might watch an american Christmas movie, but for the most part he lives this holiday as if it is a normal day for him. If Toga is running around, however, you might catch him leaning against the bar with a Santa hat on. Because she forced it on his damn head.

He doesnt like Christmas. He is the biggest Grinch known to mankind and honestly he tries to avoid the holiday all together, and holes up in his room unless Kurogiri drags him out to be forcibly festive. He has been known to destroy holiday cheer by walking in a room.

Tomura gives things he would like. Video games, mostly. He isnt very creative and spends as little of his money as possible anyhow. You might end up getting a second hand game from two consoles previous and he will expect you to like it. Tomura wants video games, electronics, and maybe a fucking hug. Someone give him a hug, he really needs one. And some whiskey.

Dabi / Smokey Todoroki / Burnt Toaster Strudel

Dabi, surprisingly, celebrates Christmas. Sure, he isnt decking the halls (maybe decking some drunks in the face, but it’s all in the spirit of the holidays), but he’s got the Christmas spirit, y’know? He spends the day in a ratty old Christmas sweater, wears whatever stupid hat Toga forces over his hair, and has a beer in his hand the entire day. Waking up? Drinking. Sit down? Drinking. Drinking? More Drinks. He’s going to be buzzed and screaming Christmas carols with Spinner.

He likes Christmas. There are a few sore aches in his heart when he wonders how the rest of his family is spending the holiday, but he’s chipper as much as Dabi can be, all while following Toga around to help her decorate and shop. He is a sucker for stealing during the holidays, and often comes back to the base with shit no one needs. Perfume? Uh, i guess it’s Toga’s or Magne’s now. Golf clubs? Kurogiri can take up the sport, sure. A self stirring mug? Mmm, He’ll keep that one for his hot cocoa later- so he can mix in the schnapps properly.

Dabi gifts what he steals, so honestly everything is kind of like a White Elephant gift from him. You could wind up with something cool, or like, silly putty. Its a win-loose situation, but there’s always going to be a laugh. Dabi wants cigarettes, alcohol, and new shoes. Specifically, new shoes that could be similar to docs.

Himiko Toga / Murder Child / Ghost Of Christmas Stabbing

Toga is so chock full of Christmas spirit that she’s the one doing all the decorating, she is the one planning a big “family” meal with certain League members, and she’s up before the rest to stuff presents under a tree in the base. Good noodle. She’s got the Christmas cheer, and she went to Elf Practice, I assure you.

As stated, she loves Christmas. Though, others are kind of worried about the backstory as to why the holiday is so important to her. No one besides maybe Dabi, who is brave enough to ask, and when he does, she ignores him. Most likely, her family didnt want to celebrate many holidays with her, so her new “family” is being set on a grand pedestal to replace them. She’s going to make happy memories with these villains, and she’s sworn it will e the best damn Christmas any of them had ever seen!!!

Toga 10/10 has a list of things everyone wants. and she sticks to it. Surprisingly, there is no random stuff from her, at all. All her presents are thoughtful and just what the recipient had asked for. Where did she get the money? Well. Ask Dabi. He helped get them. Toga would want cute things, and knives. Maybe those rainbow tinted holographic knives? She likes Rilakkuma a lot, and enjoys being gifted makeup.

“Don’t be such a grinch.” You snapped, hanging up your immaculately created paper snowflakes. Each one you had hung before had been shaped and styled differently than the last, the one you carefully tapped to the ceiling of the base being no different.

Below you and standing beside the ladder you had claimed for decoration use, you didn’t need to look down to know your grinch was baring an openly displeased look in his scarlet eyes. He scoffed at your accusation.

“You are way too old to believe in Santa.” He kicked lightly at a box just below the ladder, your army of crafted snowflakes shuffling about inside. “Christmas is stupid anyhow.”

“I’m an adult, I know Santa isn't real.” You shot him a look, stepping down from the ladder and scooting it out of his way, using your foot to push the box back to the step ladder and climbing it once again, a new snowflake in hand. “And like i said, don't be a grinch, Shigaraki. I’ll get you something for the holidays.”

“I dont need your charity.” The pale haired man said, insulted you would even offer. He scratched at his neck, clearly growing irritated. “I don't want to see all this winter wonderland shit, [First Name].”

You attached the snowflake to a piece of string, tapping it to the ceiling just like last time. You were slower now, thinking on Tomura’s actions and how he chose his words.

Why was he such a bitter, bitter man?

You exhaled through your nose heavily, glancing around the base with a somewhat pleased expression. You had done a lot with the time Tomura had given you. You were proud. It truly did look like a winter wonderland… The clean up was gonna be hell.

“No one is going to be here anyhow.” Tomura continued, surveying the bar with disgust. “You won't be here.”

“Actually,” you said softly, climbing down the steps before resting your elbows on the top one, eyeing Tomura with a gentle smile. “I will be here. So will Kurogiri, Toga, Twice and a few others. Dabi too, but i'm sure that doesn't thrill you.”

“It doesn't.” He confirmed quickly, still seeming annoyed, but you got the vague feeling he had lessened his aggression a tad.

There was silence between you as you continued to work at your goal of making the bar area nice and festive, your boss, despite his apparent disinterest, did not leave your side.

After a while, he spoke again. His vice softer than you expected, face bare of a mask so you would see the hesitation behind his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re going to be here?”

You nodded, stuffing remaining snowflakes and other little trinkets in an old cardboard box, which you had marked simply with ‘Christmas Stuff’. You picked the box up, brushing past him.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world, Tomura.”

He watched you leave, a skip in your step despite how off putting he had tried to be. Again, his gaze swept the bar. He noticed all the effort you put forward, the details of the snowflakes and sparkle of the tinsel lining the bar counter. There were christmas theme throws on the single couch in the by the dartboard, and packets of hot chocolate laid on the counter.

Unbeknownst to you, he  felt a quirk at this lips. Not a full smile, but something in the very least. You had called him by his first name, and had cleared your schedule for him. He liked that. Even if he didn't realize quite yet why that fact made his heart flutter just a bit more, he knew it meant something. Something special, so he supposed, you were special too.

So maybe this Christmas wouldn't be so bad, after all, he would have you this year.

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

prompt7-shopping

Dabi doesn't feel the cold, not really. His body runs slightly warm and his villain coat keeps him warm on the patches of skin he can feel. Toga does her best to stay inside during the cooler months. Buried in blankets with Shuichi right beside her. Jin’s mask usually keeps him warm and the same goes for Sako. Sako also brought his own winter gear when he joined, everything stored neatly marbled in his coat pockets. Kuroguri didn’t feel cold as he was mainly mist. Shigaraki however did, when the base had been raided he’d left all his belongings. There was nothing he brought with him besides a single game in the console he had been holding and the sweats he always wore. Sako had already been shopping for them, grabbing necessities as safely and stealthy as he can.

Shigaraki never complains about it either. He lost his Sensei that day, while Dabi knew the dude had been a creep, Shigaraki had depended on him a lot. He had lost his mentor and all his resources at the same time. He hadn’t complained or blamed the league, just had said he’d get over it. 

Which was why Dabi was here, breaking into the number 2 Hero’s apartment. Hawks wouldn’t do anything to him while he was trying to get into the league of villains anyways. The overly cocky pigeon hadn’t even locked his balcony door before taking off for work that morning. 

Dabi let himself in and blinked at the disarray the apartment was in. right as he walked in it smelled like old takeout and beer. Was worse than the bar honestly, and the most cleaning that got done there was Shigaraki dusting things and Kuroguri portaling large piles of trash or dust away.

He started in Hawks' bedroom, dismissing the Hero merchandise on the walls and shelves. It was messy and cluttered with random objects all over. Stacks of still sealed puzzles, a set of golf clubs tipped over and spread across the floor, so many random high end pieces of clothing with tags still on. Dabi spared a second before he went to search the next room for cash to regret not bringing Sako or Kuroguri with him. Their quirks would have been useful to steal some of this worthless crap.

The living room was bare except for packages littering every surface and an entertainment center. It was empty except for some dvd’s still in their packaging, carelessly thrown onto the tv stand. The whole thing was covered in dust and Dabi wrinkled his nose. It was like Hawks didn’t live here despite all the items belonging to him and a few red feathers strewn about.

He entered the kitchen and covered his nose. Dirty cups overflowed the sinks onto the counters. Takeout spilled out of the garbage to rest on top and to rest on the hardwood floor around it. The only appliance that looked like it had ever been used was the coffee maker. It had fingerprints and blood smeared on it with scratches covering the surface. Nothing in the apartment had been like Dabi expected it to be so he put it out of his mind as best he could.

He started rifling through drawers when he hit the jackpot. Better than the cash he had been looking for, A credit card tucked among the takeout menus. He grabbed it and felt something on the back taped to it. He turned it over and felt himself smile wide enough to start tearing staples. Hawks had actually put a post it note with his cards pincode on the back of it.

He shut the drawer and stomped back across the apartment. Hawks didn’t seem to take lunch breaks at his apartment but he still wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. 

He stopped a few bus stops away from the base and putting on his politest voice asked where the nearest outlet store was. The kid pointed him up a few blocks and didn’t seem to notice his scars beneath his disguise at all. 

Grabbing a cart he put as many groceries as he could reasonably take on a bus in a cart. Stuff that would at least help feed the league for now. He really hadn’t expected to find a credit card, much less have a code to be able to use it. 

He went next door to a smaller general store that carried clothing and guessed Shigaraki’s size picked out plain black clothes. He wasn’t going to get anything other than the necessities since he couldn’t carry it all back. He ended up with 3 outfits for him that he was crossing his fingers fit and a black thinner coat. They hadn’t carried any thick puffy ones but paired with one of the hoodies it would have to do. He patiently waited at the checkout and tried not to draw attention to himself. He saw a winter hat as he waited his turn, it had knitted cat ears on it and he grinned as he added it to his purchases. Shigaraki would murder him for it probably but he did indeed need a hat.

Greeting the cashier and making small talk as he swiped the card for the second time and it went through. He paused when it asked if he wanted cash, at the last store he had been rushed out by an off duty Hero walking in so he hadn’t grabbed any. Now he hit the highest amount on screen and continued making small talk with the cashier about her day as she handed it over. She never even tensed up when checking him out, staring somewhere just above his head and answering his chatter on autopilot. 

He struggled out the door with all his bags, waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes until the next one came along felt excruciating. He kept his eyes open for any sign of Hawks and breathed a small sigh of relief when the bus pulled up with no sign of him. A few stops later he exited the bus, the driver helping him bring all his bags out. The two blocks to the league from the stopp felt like 

the longest two blocks he’d ever walked. Save for when Hawks had first come to him for “recruitment”.

“Shig, Crusty. Get your ass out here, I got shit for ya.” he yelled as he kicked open the door.

Shigaraki lazily glanced over from the couch towards the door. He jumped up when he saw the bags.

“What the fuck, how did you get all this?” he ran over to Dabi and shoved the door shut behind him. Dabi dropped all the clothes where they were and continued carrying the few bags left to the kitchen.

“Are these all for me?! What the fuck crispy? Are you sick or something?” His disembodied voice carried into the kitchen.

“Stole Hawks credit card.” Dabi let out a small laugh as he put the last grocery away.

“You did what?” Shigaraki’s voice went up at least two octaves as he screeched and paused in digging through the bags.  He skidded into the room wearing the stupid hat Dabi had grabbed as a joke. Making Dabi choke on air at the sight, he hadn’t expected him to actually wear it!