Dabi W/ His Kid

Dabi w/ his kid

Request: Omg I just imagine how the reader gets a kid with Dabi (if possible) and the kid would always be like:”BURN THEM!” And try laughing like those cartoon villains to show how much of a villain they are. I can’t stand the adorableness- also tries to get attention from his father as much as possible and wants to join his work in the league 😂 (what am I even creating with this??) - @melmellimelon​

So adorableeeeee!!!! I’ll be using the name and gender of the child in those time traveling children hcs since we have the character ready. Oh I love imagining them with kids its so soft!!!!! Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff, maybe one curse word

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Pairing: Touya / Reader

Length: Ficlet, 1105 words. 

Description: Touya's perspective regarding his relationship with reader. Not necessarily positive or negative. Slightly retrospective.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, swearing, Dabi being Dabi.

Notes: Pre-LOV, Dabi definitely doesn't have the villain thing sorted out.

When he first met you, he hadn't joined the league. He was a two-bit thief, and a compulsive liar. He gave you his real name, but his last name is something he pulled out of a shitty article he read in a pornographic magazine. He got a kick out of that- who writes editorials for fuckin’ skin mags? And who the fuck is reading them? Apparently losers like himself.

He gave a weepy little song and dance about a shit childhood and growing up poor. A little bit of truth with enough lies to keep you from thinking too hard about anything. He worked at a convenience store (lie) you’d never have the opportunity to stop at (true, it didn’t exist), and when he wasn’t taking up space using your bed and amenities, he was at his own apartment (half truth, he was squatting).

Your purpose was originally survival. Easy meal, free water, free electricity. You kept his clothes from smelling like mildew, and his stomach from constantly caving in on itself, and he made sure you couldn’t walk straight in the mornings after he spent the night. 

You were a bit of a ditz. You didn’t read too much into things, and he was grateful for the bleeding fuckin’ heart you had for him to take advantage of. It was the perfect matchup; the greatest combination of give-and-take-take-take.

Then as time went on, shit soured somehow somewhere, and he found himself lingering a little longer. When he’d normally leave not long after you left for work in the morning, he caught himself fiddling around your apartment. Picking your shit up and putting it away. Fixing the blankets and pillows on your bed. Putting his excess clothes in a laundry basket instead of left out on the floor for you to deal with later. Cleaning up after himself in the bathroom after he showered. Things he never even blinked at before- it was always your deal, and you never complained about doing it. Now suddenly, he felt compelled to do it for you.

He started spending a little money here and there to leave crap in the fridge. That was usually your job, your problem- it was your fridge to keep stocked to feed you both. Now suddenly he was tucking away ice cream he knew you liked, random specialty drinks from the corner store you made an off handed comment about. Stupid nonsense with what little change he could spare. He’d stand and stare at it as he put your newest addition on the shelf of the fridge, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. He was being fucking weird. He would still leave it there for you.

When he’d come back around you’d make a big deal about it, about his 'surprise for you', and he hated it. You made his stomach hurt.

It was worse when he’d bring take out. You’d act all grateful and excited like he did something special for you, and he’d have to insist he absolutely did not do this for you. He was just in the mood for some greasy fried garbage, he made the decision for himself. It was absolutely not so you didn’t have to cook tonight. No way. Stop looking all sly like that. Seriously.

Don’t mention him cleaning up after you both. He was just getting up and going to the kitchen first is all. Stop being a pain, and stop looking all giddy.

You’d be coiled around him like a snake later that particular night. Face smashed into his chest, and he’d be looking down at you with his chin in his shoulder wondering how the staples weren’t digging permanent pits into the fat of your cheek. Did he tell you before you have a gross taste in men? He thinks he did sometime around the third or fourth run in you had. He’ll brush his fingers beneath your eyes, and under your lips, marveling at the smooth skin and swallow the bile in his throat realizing he needs to get the fuck out of here before he burns you up like Touya Todoroki on Sekoto Peak.

Cat Tomura. I see him only as a Maine Coon for some reason (definitely not because it's my favorite cat breed).

random touya texts 🕸

I already posted these on tiktok but I wanted to try posting on tumblr! these r mostly if he was still in his dabi type era 😭

the day that your son utters his first “your mom” joke, Touya can’t wait to make him regret it.

“What are you doing? I need a ride!” Your impatient teenager huffs as he knocks on your bedroom door for the third time this evening.

Touya grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he immediately calls back, “Your mom!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the amused smile on your face as you shake your head while your offspring groans on the other side of the door.

“Very mature,” you murmur as you steal a kiss from your husband and move to open the door, which the teen is now far removed from.

“Relax. I was lookin’ for my keys,” you explain as you flash them and nod towards the front door. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Touya’s still smirking when his son shakes his head and mutters, “Still gross,” as he turns to walk down the hall.

could i request texts with shigaraki with a s/o who sends random memes ALOT?