That Moment You Spill Your Guts Out To Your Friends And They Read It And Ignore You... Ahaha Anyways

That moment you spill your guts out to your friends and they read it and ignore you... Ahaha anyways here's some hisoka memes

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What color am I post answer: Peach and yellow 🥺💕💓💝💗💖💞

For you it's mint, green and light blue 👉👈 I genuinely love you with my whole heart 😍💖❤️💕😌

EVERYONE, STOP AND READ THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!!

Mango... Please, PLEASE, post the draft of that chilhood friend Dabi multiwork series!!!!

♡ Forget Me Not: Prologue ♡

This is kinda the prologue, I haven’t decided if I want actually put it out but if you guys like this I’ll post the first chapter!!

(⚠️Warning: Spoilers for the manga!!!⚠️) 

“Hey! Are you listening?” You wave your hand in front of Touyas face “What? Why are you looking at me?”

Touya’s broken out of his thoughts by your voice. He hadn’t even realized he was staring at you. “You have daifuku on your face”  He states simply, he’s not wrong, you do have daifuku on your face. “Oh” you say, using your the sleeve of your school uniform to wipe some of the treat off your cheeks.

You lay back onto the grass behind you, still holding your dessert in your hand. Touya only watches you. You always seem so free, so cheerful, as if you have no worries. “Does your face feel better?” You ask, your hands now behind your head. Looking over at your friend. Part of his face covered by the bandage you made him wear. You keep telling him not to use his quirk, but he never listens. He’s so stubborn.

“Just a little bit” Touya says, you sit up at his words “Just a little bit!? Do you need more ice?” You practically shout in concern, Touya only chuckles at you. “I’m joking with ya, Y/n! Calm down; it feels fine” He continues laughing at your reaction. You huff and take your place back on the grass of the school field.

The track field of the school was one of the only places you and your best friend could hang out. Sure, you two could hang out at your family’s apartment but it wasn’t exactly the best. Touya never let you come over to his house, the few times you had, his father- well, let’s say his father didn’t like you very much.

Touya leans back, now laying on the grass beside you. You look over at him, his pure white hair intertwined with the spring grass.

“Touya?” You ask, now looking at the clouds.

“Yeah?” He responds simply.

You turn to the side to face him “Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” You ask, Touya only turns his head to face you. “What’da you mean? You think Imma pull a Keigo and leave you to go to UA?” He snickers, the mention of your old friend causing you to let out a small giggle.

“No- I just- I don’t know” You let out a sigh, moving to look back up at the clouds. “I’m just scared one day, you’ll forget about me- I know it’s stupid- but I guess I’m just a little insecure. I just- I don’t know” You truly don’t really know what you’re saying. You’re not sure how to express what you’re feeling right now.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I won’t ever forget you”

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“Fuck” Dabi mutters, lighting another cigarette. The memory plagues his mind even years after the incident. He guesses he was right, he never did forget you.

Dabi puffs a good amount of nicotine from his dry lips. Watching it disappear as the smoke wafts upwards into the night sky, the only light around being the fire on his cigarette and the flickering street lights.

The image of you, forces itself into his mind at least once a day. Although, you can’t really get rid of the only person in your life you ever cared about. The only person who saw you for you.

Dabi chuckles at the mental image of how you would react to him now. You’d probably scold him for using his quirk so much. You knew that his quirk hurt him, you would always take care of his injuries when he hurt himself. You always told him not to use his quirk, little did you know how much he was forced to use it at home.

Dabi let’s out a sigh, throwing what was left of his cigarette onto the street. Crushing it underneath his boot.

Removing his back from the grimy brick wall he was leaning on, he moves to go back into The League’s hideout. He needs some alcohol, it’s the only way he can forget about you. The only way to get rid of the guilt of leaving the only person he cared about behind.

(I will post the actual first chapter if you guys like this 💕💖)

hi uwu um inspired by the dabis honey ask, what if y/n started baby talking and or praising dabi.... idk just the thought of him going crazy or whatever at someone being sooo sickiningly sweet to him makes me fzhhwfudhdj. ik hes h o rrible but i want to........ fix him..........

mE.T oo

TW: MASTURBATION, KIDNAPPING, MENTAL ILLNESS, BODY ISSUES, UNHEALTHY DYNAMICS, SMUT, HAND JOBS, PANTY RAIDS.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Dabi was in a complete, blissed out stupor as he pressed your used underwear roughly to his face, inhaling your scent deeply as his chest expanded and his lower back arched. His legs were lazily propped up on the edge of the tub as he aggressively tugged at his pulsating cock. His breathing sounding more akin to a drowning man as he desperately gasped, his moaning morphing into a wail as he felt the stitches around his mouth tug at the skin. 

Knowing that you were asleep in the room next to the bathroom, he stuffed a portion of your underwear into his gaping mouth in an attempt to muffle his cries. This only served to backfire on him though as he imagined your taste on his tongue. He knew he was about to cum for the third time tonight as his squalling become uncontrolled and his vision spotted as his hips bucked into the air with clenched eyes. His shoulders and neck were uncomfortably pressed into the porcelain tub as his lower back arched, feeling his throbbing pulse in his cock become more intense. God he wished he was in you. He needed you and you wanted nothing to do with him. No one ever did. How cruel. Didn’t you feel bad for him?

He felt shame at how pathetic he must look now, face falling apart, sniffing his own soulmate’s skivvies after panty raiding their drawer like some pervert when in reality it was due to something as petty as outer appearances. He knew he could fuck you better than any other man has, yet here he was, jerking off in the tub in shame like some sexually repressed teen at a sleepover and fuming over the mere thought of anyone else touching you. You’d let them touch you. How could you let them touch you when you’re his. You were made for him.

Abruptly, the knot in his belly loosened. The tension in his bloated cock only grew in the threat of exploding, but no release came. He wished he could cry as his chest filled with anger and sadness. He will always be alone like this, having to love himself in the absence of any kind of affection from the person he craved it from the most. He heard blood rushing to his ears as the back of his eyes stung. Stuck in his pity party, he didn’t realize when you’d softly pushed the door open to reveal his shameful position to you. 

“Da-..bi?” he jumped when your sweet voice reached his scarred ears, staring at you with wide, terrified eyes. 

Dabi slowly lowered his spine back to the bottom of the tub one vertebrae at a time before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He lowered his gaze, unable to look you in the eyes from the hurt he felt. He couldn’t even imagine you wanting to touch him in his most perverted fantasies. Why can’t anyone love him? Why was he born?

His eyes widened in shock at the sight of you apprehensively approaching his partially nude form, but he was frozen. He feared if he looked up, you would see his disfigured face in its full glory and make a run for it. This didn’t happen though as you slowly knelt down to his eye line, softly cupping your hands under each side of his jaw and tilting his face up to meet yours. 

His eyes fluttered in awe of your beauty and he felt it was a sin not to look away. Still, he was unable to. His trembling breathing slowed and he grasped each of his stitched hands around your wrists, letting the underwear scrunched up in his hand fall off the edge of the tub. His heart began to flutter as he wondered what you had to gain from this. He wanted to verbally warn you of the dangers of playing with his feelings, but no words were able to come out of his clenched throat as saliva filled his mouth and slightly dripped from the space between his skin and his now dangerously loose stitches. 

You swiped your thumb through the flowing liquid and softly pressed your lips to his disfigured cheek as Dabi reached up and clenched a handful of your hair in an attempt to keep you in place. He felt slight remorse when you released your mouth with a soft popping noise until he felt your breath warm his cold metal staples as you spoke.

“...I wanna take care of you.” you purred into his skin. “I love you”.

He knew how must be dreaming now as he felt you lightly grasp the base of his cock. He knew he would want to die if he woke up the next morning without you there but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he could only whimper out the words “I love you”, using the pronoun “boku” in place of his usual, gruff “ore”. He clawed at your hair and tugged it closer toward his face, afraid you would fade away.

He awoke the next morning with you comfortably in place on his chest with your arms curled around his shoulders and fingers combed through his dark hair as you laid butterfly kisses all over his Adam’s apple. His heart pounded in his ribcage at the realization that this wasn’t a dream and he couldn’t move when he heard your twittering voice.

“You awake, sleepy head?”

There was a pause. Dabi was completely speechless.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You inquired as if the man below you wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack. He felt your body shift on his midsection as you prepared to leave him alone before he wheezed, smacking his arms around your body like a boa constrictor. He wished you could sink into his body and stay there forever. 

“Okay, baby... I won’t leave you.” You breathed. 

He would remember this moment for the rest of his life and think of it in his last dying moment.