Category: Fluff

Category: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,414

Summary: After a bad breakup, you find yourself in the embrace of your best friend and things escalate quickly after that. 

Your phone was ringing again. This would’ve been the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. You chose to ignore it, not even checking who it was, because you were sure that it was your ex disturbing you at such an ungodly hour.

You opened your eyes, lids as heavy as bags full of rocks. Sunshine shone as bright as ever but even brighter than other days while the constant breeze was just perfect and kept it from getting too hot. Even the birds outside were chirping, reminding you that they existed at 5am. It seemed like the day was going to be perfect.

It took ten seconds, if not less, for that bubble to be blown. The sudden headache was terrible and your shirt was still wet from tears, meaning you fell asleep for half an hour at best, probably not even for that long.

A shiver ran up your spine - even on a warm morning like this one you needed a blanket to feel comfortable.

You almost gave in to the wish to stay in bed for a whole day, doing absolutely nothing except watching some stupid reality TV and gobbling down whole tub of ice cream. But you decided against that.

You were broken in every possible way after your breakup. You screamed, you doubted your decision, you got drunk and then cried some more.

You couldn’t let yourself be like that cliche heartbroken TV show character anymore. Four days in a row of crying enough to fill rivers and eating enough ice cream to last a whole decade. Today was the day you ended that self-loathing cycle.

Warmed by the sunlight which slipped into your bedroom through the big glass windows without any curtains, your feet touch the floor.

You tried to reassure yourself that everything was going to be fine but as soon as you stepped the first step, your feet landed on a dirty lid of ice cream tub. Cussing out loudly, you hopped to the bathroom like you were playing classes or hopscotch.

After discarding your ice cream and tear stained pyjamas into an already full laundry basket, you relaxed into the bath. Setting the water temperature just right instantly made you feel better.

Warm water released the tension from your muscles and left you feeling so relaxed. You lay there for what felt like hours until a different ringtone was coming from your bedroom.

With a towel around your naked form, you made your way to the phone being careful not to step on any more lids.

The phone vibrated in your hand, the screen flashing with the name “ALIEN QUEEN xoxo” and picture of your best friend smiling widely while showing peace signs with both hands.

Without hesitation, you picked up.

“You finally picked up!” screamed Mina and you had to move phone a few inches from your ear, afraid that it will make you deaf.

Mina definitely had no such thing as inside voice, “I was scared!”

Oh, so that was the person that was calling you. Well, you were dumb to except your ex to actually give a fuck about you.

Hearing the tone of her voice full of worry made guilt shoot up your body. You could bet your ass that there were like 20 missed calls from her.

Shifting your weight from one leg to another, you listened to her ranting and scolding you like a child. You paced a few steps forward and back. To this day you couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t just sit still while speaking on your phone. It was truly a mystery that science couldn’t explain.

“Are you even listening to me?” Mina asks after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I’m just...” you swallowed, breath hitching in your throat,

“My emotions are still all over the place” you explain, now observing your reflection in a dirty spoon you found on the table.

“You okay?” she asks with concern clear in her voice.

“I’ll be fine. Finally took a shower to not to look like a hot pile of trash anymore.”

Mina laughs and you feel a smile creeping up your face.

“Still hot, though,” she teases, “You wanna come to my place, watch a bunch of shitty movies and finally get over that asshole?” You can hear her smile and unintentionally smile wider yourself.

An answer leaves your lips way before you think through with it:

“Hell yeah!”

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Neon red lights in Mina’s living room casted weird shadows on the bright pink walls, making you even more dizzy than you already were.

Loud music was blasting while you swung your hips and moved your free hand (the other one was busied by a champagne glass) to the rhythm as the lyrics were blurring in your mind.

In the neon red light Mina looked like death, or, more like, deathly stunning. From the way she danced so passionately to the music, how her free hand constantly buried itself in her soft pink hair and to the way that her sparkly mini-dress hugged her toned yet soft body.

Hell, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol messing with your head or the pain of broken heart that was begging to be healed by anyone. You really weren’t that against anyone being that hot.

Mina grinned, white pearly teeth hugged by plush, glossy lips. Her eyes were half-lidded as her hand reached out to you, as if she was trying to pull you into her with some invisible power.

You felt like a mortal about to be seduced by a goddess.

“Dance with me?”

Maybe it was her invisible power, because soon your hands were on her waist with her own resting on your neck. One hand was running up and down your back as you both struggled to spin to the rhythm of the fast song.

You leaned closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder. Her hot breath burned like fire against your skin, sending shivers up and down your body.

She smelled like vanilla and fancy perfume and you felt as if you had been spellbound, closing your eyes and letting the moment carry you away.

Songs changed but two of you stayed in the same position. It was only your hand constantly reaching to touch her hair and Mina giggling from time to time, whispering words that you couldn't quite catch.

This was probably very wrong. Not the dancing, no, you were best friends but the thoughts you were having about Mina were wrong. Blaming the alcohol for mixing up your thoughts and your mental state after the breakup, you closed your eyes. Letting the music carry you. Letting yourself have no thoughts even if it was just for a second.

“Hey,” you raised your head, Mina gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face. She paused for a moment as if she wanted to do something more with her half-lidded mascara smudged eyes. You couldn’t read her expression, “Want to watch a movie?”

You didn’t really want that, but you hoped that after sitting down for awhile you‘d feel better. Or at least get these inappropriate thoughts that were clouding everything out of your head.

The neon lights were turned off as if that the party was over, and Mina turned on some channel on her huge tv. You weren't surprised about pricy, fancy stuff around her place anymore as she assured you that 'Hero work pays.'

“What do you want to watch?" you asked, trying to find a comfortable position on her bright pink sofa, littered with what seemed like at least a hundred pillows.

Mina mindlessly flipped through the channels with apathetic look painted on her face.

Then, she stopped.

"Oh, 'There's Something About Mary' is on!" Mina turns to you with a smile as bright as always on her face, "Have you ever seen it?"

You nodded of course. It was one of those rom-coms that was on tv quite often that you liked. You found the story of a hopeless geek still pining after his high school crush, funny and it was a good laugh from time to time.

"Great, then let's watch it!"

You were about fifteen minutes into the movie when Mina began to wriggle closer to you.

"Mind me?" she asked, as she delicately laid her head on your lap.

You felt your breath hitch again in your throat, swallowing, to not let your voice waver.

"No, no," you stuttered out, "Not at all."

She flashed you one of those dazzling smiles and went back to watching the movie.

You tried not to be so tense, but it was as if your body didn't want to listen to your commands.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realise the ending credits playing.

"You know, I really don't like that plot about many guys pinning after one girl," Mina began, mindessly playing with the hem of your shirt, "But there's one quote in there that is basically my life motto, 'Who needs him? I’ve got a vibrator!'" she said those words with such enthusiasm, that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah."

You could almost ignore her slender fingers flushed against your hot skin. God, was it always so hot in this room?

It was so silent for a moment. You could hear your own heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Then she leaned closer. It seemed that she wanted to tell you something, a secret that was so sacred, that only you were allowed to know. As if curiosity got the better of you, you leaned in, forgetting the quote 'curiosity killed the cat', and then realised hat you were fully ready to endure that secret, as one would endure the pleasure of cold ice cream on a cold summer day.

Lips danced plush against each other, teeth clacking at the raw, sudden contact. You cought Mina's eyes widening, as if she wasn't expecting your response to this kiss.

All you could taste was mint gum. The smell of vanilla was so close, too. Not close enough.

Pushed by blinding desire and alcohol, your hands cupped her soft face, one running down her soft cheeks, not believing the texture as silky as that could be of someone's face and another found its way to her hair, pulling her even closer.

Colors and hues of emotions danced inside you, blue for the color of her dress and the sadness of your own mixed thoughts, yellow for the lingering smell of vanilla and your worry and red for the passion and that dangerous neon hue. That was her — stunning and absolutely deathly.

The need of oxygen made you pull away, only for a moment to catch a few deep breaths. Then you were grabbing her face again, pulling her in, feeling her already bruised lips with her own.

Mina moaned into the kiss, and after hesitating for a moment but getting assurance by the sudden soft pull at her hair, she let her hand travel under your shirt.

You let her do that as your own hands were lingering on her defined waist, hugged by the midnight blue mini-dress.

A soft bite to her lip before pulling away and then before you realised it, it turned into a full make out session.

It was perfect at that moment — like a shot out of a movie but then the bubble you were in broke. And you fell.

Mina pulled away, not letting you lean in again as her hands finding their way to her sides, almost shamefully.

A questioning look painted your features. You were confused. It all felt so good, why did you have to stop?

"...This is wrong," she managed to speak out, pushing you away.

You felt something sting inside.

"I don't follow, what do you mean?"

Mina sighed, standing up. It seemed that she wanted to add more distance between the two of you.

"Have you ever dated a girl, Y/N?"

"...No."

"Well, I have. I dated too many straight girls, who were just experimenting for fun. Enough of them. Enough of tearing my own heart out,"

The volume of her voice gradually grew and her hands crossed against her chest.

"But, Mina-"

"You're drunk, Y/N," she answered, not looking at you, "It'll be best if you pick your stuff up and leave."

Your hands were clutched against your chest, heart beating as if it wanted to leave your body.

"Mina..."

You stepped closer and she stepped back, still not looking at you.

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

"I always felt as if we were connected more than friends and then you started dating guy, after guy, after guy," Mina murmured, almost too quiet to hear, "And my high hopes were stomped. I realised there's no happy endings for girls who fall for straight girls, Y/N. No happy ending for girls like myself."

"It's not like that-"

Tears fell down her face when she finally looked up. Somehow, it hurt more than when she screamed at you.

"Go home, Y/N!"

"We can-"

"Go home, for fuck's sake! You're drunk, go home!"

Everything went fast after that when you let your clouded mind lead you back to your place, back to your bed. You didn't get any sleep that night.

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Ring. Ring. You bit your lip, praying that she would just pick up.

Ring. Ring.

Ring.

You sighed, moving the phone away from your ear, ready to press the red button until you heard a groggy voice.

"Y/N?"

You breathed.

"...Yeah."

You heard her sigh, as you felt your own body tense up.

"What do you want?"

You bit your lip harder, almost drawing blood.

"Come over," your voice almost broke, "Please."

"And then what?.. You want me to tell you that I fell for another straight girl, right into your face? Wanna make tell me that ‘We can still be friends after that make-out session?’ Wanna-"

You didn't let her finish.

"None of that. You'll see."

"Y/N."

"Come over. Would be a pity to ruin a surprise I have for you."

There was silence for a second too long and you wondered if she ended the call.

"...'Kay."

You said your goodbye and threw the phone on the couch. You hoped she liked red roses, chocolate cake and one nervous girl, who thought she was definitely straight, but fell for so strongly for a girl.

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A.n: Sorry for not posting anything in so long. Things have been pretty bad for me lately, but I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. Imma just dedicate it to the girl I have this stupid crush on ^^ 

As always, thanks @velvet-kissesss​ for editing and thank you all for reading!

fuck easter, today’s Kurapika’s birthday 🥳😇

Dabi x reader

category: fluff?

A.N: TW for cursing and a lil out of character Dabi?? Dabi is a todoroki theory in this. The reader has a glass quirk, where she can produce glass shards, without hurting herself. That's all, I guess. Happy birthday to my favorite bastard boy!

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"When will u be here?" sent 2 hours ago.

"U showing up or what?" sent about an hour ago.

"Okay, more cake for me!" sent 40 minutes ago.

"Dabi?" sent 26 minutes ago.

"Is everything okay?" sent a minute ago.

You didn't know if he would show up anymore. You expected him to show up, but with Dabi you could never be sure.

You stared at the watch, as if it was guilty of how you were feeling. It was already past 12pm and you were sitting there, like a fool with a cake you spent hours baking and decorating and a gift you thought was perfect for him. Hell, you took a day off work to make it all perfect, and with being a pro-hero you couldn't really do "days off" and it was an exception you made just for him.

Now you were thinking it was all just useless way of spending a day. Dabi didn't care. And he wouldn't care about all you did even if he showed up, either.

With every passing minute cake looked worse and worse in your eyes and you were even starting to doubt about the gift choice.

You reached for the TV remote and mindlessly turned on TV, to distract yourself.

"Half an hour. If he doesn't show up until 12:30, I'm going to bed." you thought to yourself, watching the scene that was unfolding in front of you on TV.

It was reporter, talking about an incident that started about half a hour ago in pretty busy area of the city. You weren't really paying attention to details, well not until you heard the reporter say "League of villains".

Your eyes widened, now actually focusing on what was going on.

The footage cut to a big, pro-hero agency building, that was swallowed up by masmerizing blue flames. "The details are yet to be learned, but the police are sure that a perticular person with a fire quirk from the league of villains is the one who caused fire." commented the reporter, looking worried.

The footage then showed a pro-hero, you recognized the second you saw him. Endeavour looked so mad, that you felt as if his stare burnt right through the TV screen. He turned away from the reporter, trying to talk to him

"Pro-hero Endeavour refused to talk and when asked about the situations and what are his speculations about who did it, he just said that he will kill the bastard that did this!" reported the woman, looking shocked "Not quite a words that we were expecting from no.1 hero, but you can't really blame him after-"

You turned off the TV, sinking back into the couch. Your breathing was becoming uneven, your thoughts racing at the speed of light.

He finally did it. You always thought that he was joking when he told you of his plans. You sort off brushed it off, because you didn't think that he would be so reckless. Oh god, what if they will catch him?

How could he be so reckless? Didn't he even think of you? How much would it hurt you? You didn't have anyone, besides him, didn't he have even a little bit of care?

Tears prickled your eyes and you slowly curled into a ball on your couch. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did they catch him-

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the sound of your window sliding open.

You didn't even think, you were already on your feet, turning to the widely open window, your hands raised, ready to attack whoever was there, more tears streaming down your face. Oh gosh, couldn't you just stop crying already?

When that person started climbing through the window you just unleashed your quirk, without a care for your apartment. All the worries, all the pain, all your emotions were unleashed with a wave of big, sharp glass shards, pointed to that person, that dared to disturb you at such a bad time.

A sharp intake of air burned your lungs, when a sizzling wall of blue flames made you jump back. All your glass shards turned into dust in seconds and it felt like the room became at least a hundred degrees higher.

"THE FUCK!?" a gruff, grating voice shouted.

Your eyes widened, once you realised who was the owner of that voice. You fell to your knees, unable to hold your own weight. The wave of relief washed over you, but it was soon changed with burning rage.

Dabi stood in front of you, wearing the same expression he always had. His jacket was torn up in few places and there was shallow cut on his face, just under his right eye.

You took a small look at him and then continued to stare at the floor, afraid of what you'll say if you opened your mouth.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked again, taking a step towards you.

You didn't want him to see you like that, so you slowly stood up, trying to keep your eyes on the floor and to stop your tears from flowing.

"Answer me, goddamnit! with that he took a few sudden strides towards you and with his hot hand, reached your trembling chin, quickly lifting it up, not letting you turn away your e/c eyes from him, his other hand grabbing yours in almost bruising grip.

"Answer me." he repeated, trying to sound less irritated, but failing.

"I thought they cought you." you mumbled under your breath.

"Eh?"

"I thought they cought you!" you shouted, tearing yourself away from his grasp, and putting some distance between him and yourself.

"Why the fuck would you think that?!" barked Dabi "You know me better than that! You know I wouldn't get into hands of those stupid cops!"

You clenced your hands into fists, fingernails digging into palms, to calm yourself.

"Maybe I don't, Dabi! I didn't think you would do something so reckless, but here you are, running around and burning buildings!"

Dabi inhaled, small flames dancing around his tightly clenched fists.

"It wasn't reckless, I planned everything. I'm not as stupid as you, apparently, think." there was something resembling a grin on his face.

You brushed away your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. His sweater. You didn't even notice you were wearing one of his.

"I don't think you're stupid, Dabi, you perfectly know that." you blurted out "I just... Do you know how much it worries me to hear them mentioning your name in News? Do you know how much it hurts me to think that you're cought every time they announce they got another villain?" You don't even think about me, do you?" your words came out with a shriek, unable to hide your tears anymore.

"I do think about you, y'know? I think about you every time I hear about an injured pro-hero, I think about you every time that hand job sends us on another mission to deal with heroes." Dabi exhaled, slowly speaking.

Dabi never told you any of this. He was always pretty cold and not into "all that sentimental shit" as he had said.

"I do care about you, Y/N." Dabi repeated, and you raised your eyes at the mention of your name. Dabi usually prefered using one of many nicknames he had for you.

"Why did you burn Endeavour's agency, then?" you asked, now staring straight into Dabi's burning electric-blue gaze.

"A birthday gift for myself. How better to celebrate my birthday than ruining my old-man's agency, huh?" Dabi grinned, not a care in the world.

You didn't want to say anything more about that. You know what kind of asshole, the so called hero was. You know how much pain he caused to the man, standing in front of you. You didn't really blame Dabi for wanting some type of revenge.

"Just... Please, Dabi, don't..."

"Don't worry you like that again, dollface?"

You nodded, slowly taking a step towards him. He understood what you wanted and wrapped his long, warm arms around your frame. You wrapped your own around his waist, burying your face into his jacket, that smelled like freshly lit fireplace.

"You stink." you mumbled into his jacket.

"You were worried about me a second ago and now you're already complaining?" he raised an eyebrow "I can let you go, if you don't like hugging me so much, babe."

"No, I can stand a smell of a burnt chicken nugget if that means you can hold me for a little longer."

Dabi hid his small smile in your hair, feeling the lingering smell of your shampoo.

You felt raven-haired man's arms loosening around your frame and you clung into him tighter, not wanting to let go yet.

"Wait, babydoll, is that a cake I see here?"

You slowly nodded and his smile widened, letting you go completly.

"You don't deserve cake right now, don't think that one hug will make you innocent, Dabi!"

"But it's my birthday, I think I really do deserve it." beamed blue-eyed man. "Oi, did you write Happy birthday daddy on it, doll?"

Your cheeks turned poppy-red.

"It's happy birthday Dabi, you blind fuck."

"Mm, I think I like the first option better."

You smacked his hand playfully. He could be so smug, when he wanted.

"Unpack the gift, then you'll get some cake." you ordered, taking neatly wrapped box and giving it to him.

Dabi didn't waste any time admiring all the hard work you put into wrapping it (and you tried to wrap it for really fucking lot, because gift wrapping was a pain in the ass) and just tore off the paper, opening the box and revealing it's content.

There was a neatly folded jacket there. It wasn't as tacky as the one he was currently wearing and didn't look as if it was made in the dark by a blind tailor.

"A jacket, love? Is it because you have a great foresight, or because you just like to steal my sweaters to the point that there arent't any left in my closet?"

"You can't prove anything, staple-face."

He grinned, taking a better look at the jacket. It was a simple, long black jacket with a few decorative staples on it.

"A great sense of humour, doll."

"Knew you would like it." you nodded, smugly.

Then you both ate the cake, that wasn't really tasty, but wasn't that bad either. Dabi straight up said it tasted like shit, but ate every single bite of his piece.

You put on a horror movie you liked and Dabi didn't even argue anymore, maybe wanting to make-up for worrying you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and not even five minutes into the movie he was out like a light. You smiled, looking at him, a little bit of cake icing on his lips, that were slightly open.

It wasn't perfect, the relationship with Dabi. It was worry, it was arguments, it was tears, but it was also happiness and moments like these... Well, moments like these made you remember why you fell in love with a villain.

"Happy birthday, Dabi." you quietly whispered, kissing his forehead and closing your eyes, feeling his warmth against your body.

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Thank you for reading! Leave a comment and as always, if you find any mistakes, please DM me.

Welp, will i ever be okay after watching this anime? Probably not.

 Sphinx Duo: Death + last words

Not my fav characters being Suga, Suna, Oikawa and Atsumu 😭

ASSUMPTIONS I HAVE BASED ON YOUR FAVORITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER

good morning let’s GO

DAICHI — so… daddy issues, huh? the craving for compassionate love and stability, huh? how does it feel to latch onto the things you love because you’re constantly afraid of losing?

FANON SUGA — mommy issues. also you don’t like seeing things for what they are and prefer to live in your own world. you probably have a close friend that is like an iwaizumi kinnie or something and they call you out for your emotional avoidance all the time

CANON SUGA — you are an introvert, but also chaos incarnate, and that’s incredibly valid of you. also, i’d die for you.

TANAKA — you have good taste

TANAKA SAEKO — you are bisexual

ASAHI — how is that anxiety going? also you MIGHT be a bit controlling but you’re also a sweetheart and you’re just doing your best.

NISHINOYA — okay so hot take for this one: you might be a really lawful person. you might avoid confrontation. however, you LIVE for chaos: you don’t cause it, but you thrive on seeing it happen. you’re also hot and i accept no criticism

KAGEYAMA — the gifted child burn out is big on this one. you crave validation and you hate it when people brush your achievements off to “natural talent” or “luck”. you are either an oikawa stan or just completely despise the boy. you work hard and you care a lot about others. you are lovely congrats

HINATA — you might not be one, but you just love people that are literal sunshine. maybe you’re a bit more on the quieter side, and seeing others be loud and happy and annoying gives you joy. you’re cute

TSUKISHIMA — you have bad taste. KJDBFNIUEFB OKAY NO BUT you have a degradation kink. PFFFT OKAY FOR REAL NOW you are deeply afraid of failure, and might have an inferiority complex. you push people away because you are afraid they won’t like you if they truly connect to you. you might not realise it but you are as important as everyone else, even when you’re afraid to try.

YAMAGUCHI — you are the love of my life. i am in love with you. i would kill a man for you. how dare you be this lovely. do you want the moon? i’ll get it for you. *blows a kiss to the wind* it’s for the yamaguchi stans

COACH UKAI — daddy issues again but like. worse.

KUROO — mommy issues and you’re an ambivert bye

KENMA — when are you going to stop avoiding the world? you can’t expect people to invite you to hang out if you never actually show up when they do. also social anxiety is not a personality trait i’m so sorry to tell you

OIKAWA — hmmm how is pretending you’re someone you’re not because you’re afraid of rejection going? you try really hard for things or you procrastinate for twelve hours, no inbetween. you are pretty sure you’re always the funniest and at least the second prettiest in the room at all times, but you also have crippling insecurity. the duality of man <3 also quick reminder: you are enough, you are loved, and please go eat something because i KNOW you keep forgetting to take care of yourself.

IWAIZUMI — second best complex. do not fear, babe, you are ALSO enough and you are ALSO loved. you care about your friends so much that it scares you sometimes. you’re afraid they don’t care as much as you do. i love you.

BOKUTO — will you ever Shut Up. you are the loudest mf but i love you anyway. hmmm deep fear of being a disappointment. you are so lovely tho. i love you.

AKAASHI — you are so fucking funny. you are so funny i just absolutely know it. you are kind of the parent figure of the friend group but also like,,,, not. i don’t know how to explain it but the akaashi stans will KNOW. anyways i love you go drink some water mwah

ATSUMU — ew. NO I’M KIDDING ASKJBFIUWB you love morally grey characters. and you either have a sibling that constantly annoys you but that you love anyway OR you have a close friend that is a bokuto kinnie. i will not explain.

OSAMU — you’re annoying and you know it. you make it your mission to just annoy the shit out of people and i respect you for it. keep up the good work babe you’re doing amazing. also you’re so smart? so so so smart. congrats i probably have a crush on you OR hate you have a good day

SUNA — you have a degradation kink, don’t you?

USHIJIMA — if you watch bnha, todoroki is probably one of your favorite characters. i also feel like you might be lactose intolerant for some reason but that makes no sense. you just want someone with a deep voice to sing you to sleep and that’s completely valid

TENDOU — you pretend you don’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions but you absolutely do. you are chaotic in the worst way possible. please stay away from me. LMAO BUT OKAY you just want to be happy and to feel satisfied with how things are going. i’m cheering for you good luck!! also go drink water bitch

This fic is like the best Dabi fic I've read in a long time 🥴

Quarantined with Dabi | Body Worship | Dabi x Reader

A/N: This is part of a bnharem collab and you can read the rest of the pieces here. Warnings: Body worship, slight praise kink, and a tiny bit of Daddy kink. 18+, obviously. Word Count: 3.6k

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Being in a notorious villain group meant that not much scared you. It wasn’t just any little thing that could make the entire squad bunker down in the hideout for weeks on end.

Police patrolling an area? Who the fuck cares?

Pro heroes out looking for you? Child’s play.

Annoying high schoolers meddling in your plans? Annoying. But still not scary.

Pandemic sweeping across the globe? Okay. NOW you were scared.

It was going on five weeks since Shigarki had used his leadership powers to declare a lock down on the League of Villains hideout. The entire world was shutting down and people were panicking left and right. Not the kind of panic your group enjoyed invoking. No, this was something that even villains couldn’t try to take control over. So after sending Toga and Twice out for an insane amount of supplies, snacks, and booze you had all settled in for the long haul.

The plus side of this was that you got to spend a lot of quality time with your boyfriend. Being partners who often got sent on missions together meant that you weren’t exactly away from Dabi often; but you didn’t always have the luxury of just enjoying each other’s company.

Dabi, for all intents and purposes, was a very guarded individual. He may have decided long ago that he would trust you with his life – but that wasn’t saying much. You had decided to use this time to see if you couldn’t get him to trust you with more of himself. You had a praise kink, and this self-hating son of a bitch wasn’t exactly up for indulging you.

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