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can I get uhhhh,, angst number 1 with dabi? Some kind of feel good shit, maybe nsfw but whatever works best!

fun fact(s): my hair has been every color but yellow (pink was my fav), I love music and I can easily fit into tight spaces somehow

tysm and congratulations!!!

you had!! pink hair!! omg, i've wanted to dye my hair pink or blue for like, six years but my mother would never let me OTL. thank you anoni!!

this prompt is definitely a mood also I KNOW I WENT OVER MY MAXIMUM BUT IT JUST KEPT WRITING ITSELF, oops

Angst #1: "I can't do anything right."

Dabi had been quiet. Well, even more quiet than usual. His tongue was sharper, sentences shorter, and his mood undetectable--the recipe for an oncoming breakdown, meltdown, whatever it could be called; your main concern was how it would manifest. Would Dabi take it out on himself and dip out on you for days, weeks, months in self-isolation like he has before? Would he instead take it out on some random jerk in an alleyway and burn him alive, yet also dragging Dabi himself down via the toll his quirk took on his body?

Any attempts to reach out to him would be fruitless and unsuccessful, only leading to Dabi pushing you away and telling you to fuck off in a lazy, dull manner. Dabi, whoever he was before he met you, had trauma. He had baggage. And while you refuse to label or view him as “broken,” during previous meltdowns he made it clear he felt as much. Yet, at any other time, he was haughty and cynical at the same time, cracking the “Well, don’t we all gotta few screws loose, babydoll?” that you’ve stopped rolling your eyes at. A defense mechanism. Diversion. Humour. Those were his favourite tools with which to deflect, with which to change the subject.

Doing so would only prolong the calm before the storm, typically.

And now the storm comes barreling toward you, as if you were bare naked on the shoreline awaiting the deadly tsunami coming toward you.

With your heart skipping a beat and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river, you leap out of bed and run to the source of the loud crash that awoke you. It was the middle of the night. Was someone trying to break in?

You follow the lights, only to be lead into the kitchen. The messy, messy kitchen. Some of the lights were on, yet even so, you could see the mess. The fridge was wide open and the orange juice and milk were out on the counter, the latter tipped over and spilling out onto the floor. Eggshells were scattered all over, from the top of the range to littering the countertops, with their respective yolks and whites cooked into a failed attempt at a meal of some sort which had been thrown haphazardly into the bin. In the midst of it all stood your lover, hands on the edges of the counter and hunched over in his t-shirt and sweats.

“Dabi?” you call out, blood frozen in shock.

“I wanted an omelette.” His voice is normal volume, but it has a fiery spark of frustration to it. “I got up a while ago, and I was hungry. I can’t...” Dabi huffs, and you think he’s going to be calm about this, but that thought is squashed when he picks up the egg carton in front of him and throws it at the wall. “Can’t make a fucking omelette! It’s so simple and stupid and I can’t do it! Damn it!”

You flinch at the outburst, but you creep toward him. “I don’t think this is about making omelettes, Dabi,” you say quietly, calmly in your approach.

Dabi leans against the counter and slides down to the floor, burying his head in his hands. “I can’t do anything right. I was never enough and I’m never going to be. What the fuck!”

You rush to his side and sit next to him, putting your cheek on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist how he likes. You hush him. “Don’t talk like that. It’s not true, okay? You’re so much more than enough. You’re everything to me, so don’t say stuff like that. Please?”

He doesn’t move or respond. You know the self depreciation had its roots deep into his core, that he probably even doubted you.

After a while of sitting in silence he turns to you. “Can you teach me how to make omelettes?” Dabi sounds more desperate than you’d ever heard him, and it puts a knot in your stomach.

You grin at him sweetly, running your fingers through his hair, which seems to calm him by the slacking in his shoulders. “Mm, do I love you?”

He gives pause, as if contemplating.

You grab his cheek firmly and push against his forehead with yours. “Yes, Dabi, I love you. And yes, I am more than happy to teach you how to make omelettes. Okay?”

Saying nothing, Dabi nods at you.

Simply loving Dabi wasn’t going to fix or cure him. But ensuring him that he’s not alone and that you’re there for him can help him cope and get even a little better. It would take time, but for this man you had plenty of patience.

Touya: How do you deal with the crushing pressure of everyone else’s expectations?

Keigo: By outrunning them.

Touya: But… what if I’m not fast enough?

Keigo: .. I don’t know.

Keigo: I don’t know.

Me trying to convince myself on my third relapse into bnha binge and ignoring Real Life Things

Or better yet, Dabi about Endeavor as he throws another dart at the many, many vandalised and singed Endeavor posters in his room

I’m so normal about BNHA

Keigo: Sometimes, you have to live for yourself, and that’s ok

Touya: Sometimes, you have to love yourself, and that’s ok too

Oh I wanna help ! What would Touya be like when trying to quit an addiction, as a prompt maybe ^^

Hi anon! I actually had a dream about this once!

tw; drug use, recovery, chronic pain, self-harm

It's hard, and it's painful and he can't stop hating himself for it. But his body hurt. It ached and threatened to fall apart and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. So he turned to something readily available and easily accessible in the underground.

Drugs helped dull the pain. They took the edge off, set his mind at ease, hell even made him feel good for a while. But that's how you get trapped, that's how you get lost. Because eventually reality comes back to you, and the hurt starts again.

He didn't mean to get addicted, but, well, nobody ever does. And after everything, his body is still falling apart, and he's still chewing up pills like candies. He's gotten nowhere, achieved nothing more than even more pain.

It made drowning easier.

He hadn't even realized he'd overdosed, just chasing that high that was so far out of reach by now. Just wanting a moment of peace, a moment without hurting, but like everything in Touya's life, even that backfired on him.

In truth, he wanted to get clean, to be better, for you. He had for a long time, but you had no idea just how much pain he was constantly in. Fighting infections, the pull of staples on healthy skin just trying to keep the burned parts attached. It's better than having exposed muscle, right? The burning, most of all. Every time he used his quirk it burned him a little more, spread a little further.

And lords how he ached, how the pain kept him awake at night, made him too nauseous to eat. The pills helped. They made him function, they dulled that hurt.

No rest for the wicked, of course.

In truth, he wanted to get clean for you of his own volition, but it took nearly dying from an overdose to get him there. It took you being his caretaker as he suffered not only from withdrawals but also the resurgence of all that misery.

Wanting to quit is easy. Taking that first step is easy. But it's the withdrawals that have you crawling back, begging for more, begging for a release. The sickness, the cold sweats, the flu-like symptoms and feelings that are exacerbated as your body and mind fight against you.

You were there for all of it. Even the times he couldn't even keep water down, or when he threw up bile and acid all over himself. You were there when he couldn't even walk to the bathroom on shaking, aching legs. You were there to wipe his brow with a cool, wet cloth when his fever spiked.

And when those symptoms finally subsided, you were there for the pain, armed with Tylenol, ointment, numbing cream, disinfectants and more. Everything you needed to help. You fed him rice by hand. You kept fresh water by his side at all times. You helped him wash off the sweat and the grime.

It was disgusting, it was ugly, and it was hard. But you never kept and you never judged, you never once looked at him with pity in your eyes. Oh, how he hated pity.

The pain gets worse with time, as his body filters out the toxins. Most nights he can't sleep, he can't eat. But you try, and you're patient, and you do everything within your power to heal him.

To heal what has been hurt, what has done nothing but hurt other in turn. And lords, how he loved you for it. How he'd go through all of that suffering ten times over to see your smile, hear your laugh, feel your kisses.

He would have died without you.

He can't live without you.

Recovery is not linear. It is a long road that hasn't been paved in decades, and around every bend lurks the monster. Around every corner lies temptation. But for you... for you he can fight. And for you, he does.

know it's for the better

wc: 300+🕸 stupid little touya drabble throwing up it's scary to post writing..

Touya knows he can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t be allowed to feel it after everything he's done. He’d be entirely selfish if he tried to keep you around, but god does it make his heart ache when he sees the tears running down your cheeks and your bloodshot eyes from all the crying. He can’t get you into this mess with him, he can’t take you down with him. So he’s taking the easiest approach, pretending you don’t mean shit to him although you mean the world. That means ignoring all your insults even if it hurts to hear you say them. You don’t really mean them, do you? He wonders as he tries to drone out the sounds of your sobs while packing his stuff and walking out, attempting to leave the memory of you here.

Before the war, he’s thinking about you, if you’re eating, if you miss him, if you’d take him back if he lives through this whole ordeal. He knows he won’t live but it's fun to imagine. Maybe have you by his side as the villains take over. Would you even want that? It’s hard to imagine you being fine with all of this, If you saw what they were planning to do, would you hate him? He wonders again, this time lying in bed with heavy eyelids. 

In his final moments, his thoughts aren’t consumed by hatred, revenge, or even his father. No, not at all, they’re consumed by you. As he lies on the rocky battlefield, all he can think of is the "what if?" of it all, what if he decided to stay with you? What if he decided to let go of his hatred? He can’t let go of his desire for revenge but what if? Maybe he could’ve proposed or something stupid, gotten you a stupid ring, got down on one knee, and given a cheesy speech about his love for you.

He wonders for the final time, what if? 

“YOU’RE BLEEDING” - DABI

a/n: i love him so much it hurts

warnings: major character death. dabi‘s real identity. blood. mention of fire. desperate!dabi. implied murder. injury gets cauterized. 2k of angst.

“if you close your eyes, i’ll fucking burn you to a crisp” dabi‘s voice was stern as he talked, eyebrows furrowed with his teeth clenched. “you hear me?”

you blinked multiple times, trying to get your eyes to focus on the blurry person in front of you. why was it so bright? you tried lifting a hand up, shielding your face from the sun, however your arm felt too heavy for you to move it even an inch.

“huh?”

with heavy eyelids you decided to give it up, wanting nothing more than to succumb to your body‘s cries for sleep. it wouldn’t hurt, right? just a couple of minutes maybe?

you hummed, content with your decision, letting your eyelids drop.

“you’re going to stay awake and look at me with these dumb eyes and you’re going to listen to what i say” dabi‘s harsh voice made you rip your eyes open again, vision slowly clearing and allowing you to look at his face. “understood?”

you studied his face slowly but carefully. it felt like the first time you had seen him and you took your time to examine him.

your eyes wandered upwards from his chin, however halted the moment you looked at his eyes and the purple scars underlining them.

dabi‘s scars weren‘t red, were they?

“dabi,“ you tried, your voice weak but filled with concern. you had to tell him. what if something bad had happened to him?

“shut the fuck up,“ dabi insisted harshly, his jaw still clenched to the point where his words were barely comprehensible, “you can’t talk right now” the villain knew he had to get you out of here somehow, this area wasn’t safe for you anymore. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t defend yourself.

he was pretty.

“dabi”

didn’t you hear what he had just said? he grew impatient, couldn’t you just listen to him for once? it took everything in him to not yell as he looked around, assessing the situation the both of you were in. the alley was dark, only a dumpster shielding the two of you from the street if it wasn’t for the blue flames burning behind it. a charred heap lazily kicked away, ashes dirtying the cold floor even further. at least he couldn’t hurt you any further. “i said shut up”

cursing loudly, he took off his jacket, grabbing the hem of his white shirt and roughly pulling at it. the tearing of the fabric was louder than you could bear, ears starting to ring in pain.

“touya,“ you whispered impatiently, mentally praying for him to just listen.

“be fucking-“

“you’re bleeding,“ you interrupted him, not paying any attention to the way his head snapped back at you and how he was fully ready to cuss you out.

“the hell have i just-“

“why are you bleeding?” you asked, concern filling your voice. “are you hurt?”

whatever it was that dabi believed you would‘ve said to him, it certainly wasn’t this.

him? hurt? were you serious?

dabi couldn’t help but huff at your questions, rolling his eyes. “you’re one to fucking talk”

“now just—“ he stopped briefly, assessing the state you were in. he had to act quick, do something. “just lay still and don’t fucking talk”

you however didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying, instead carefully lifting your hand to his face, thumb rubbing over the scarred skin.

blood.

“i’m gonna get you out of here,“ dabi promised. he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. you grew weaker by the minute and he for sure wasn’t skilled enough to save you right then and there. but he had to do something. anything.

“i’m tired,” you whispered, your heavy eyelids close to shutting again.

“no you’re not,” dabi replied, skillfully dismissing you.

“don’t you dare to close your eyes,“ he continued to threaten you, a warm hand grabbing your face and turning you towards him again, “keep looking at me. you hear me? you’re not going to go now”

you didn’t like how his voice sounded, so rough and hoarse, almost like he couldn’t speak properly. it was a rare sigh for you to see, the villain was hunched over you, his breathing flat and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. you couldn’t see what he was doing and you didn’t have the strength to lift your head, even if you wanted to. but something about him was so raw, so vulnerable.

he was hurt, dabi was bleeding, his blood still adorning the tip of your fingers, and yet he kept talking to you, letting you hear him and telling you to just listen to him, do as he told you to. that’s the least you could do for him, wasn’t it?

you groaned, opening your eyes again, even though everything in yourself protested against it. you were so tired. “that’s it, keep looking right at me, you’re doing so good for me”

“you’re pretty” dabi froze, his eyebrows furrowing, before shaking his head, dismissing you again.

him and pretty?

“you’re seeing things,” he muttered, throwing his head around and searching the area. the blue flames burning multiple feet away, shielding the two of you from the streets slowly started to dwindle. dabi could hear the commotion that was going on on the other side of it, the bright fire attracting the attention of civilians. it wouldn’t be much longer till a hero would come around.

he had to get you out of here, move you to a safer location. dabi cursed as soon he looked back at you. you were pale, too pale, and your breathing was barely audible. he didn’t even know if you were breathing properly. “i’m gonna pick you up now. it’s gonna hurt,” he warned, trying to shove his arms underneath you to support your body and carry you away.

“don’t,” you pleaded, looking at the villain with a scared look on your face. he couldn’t do that now, he shouldn’t. he was hurt, he was bleeding. you had to take care of him, you had to make sure he was safe, but you were too weak to get up. why were you so weak?

dabi’s jaw clenched, shaking his head at your protests. why couldn’t you just listen to him for once in your life? “this is really not the time for you to pick a fucking argument with me, so shut up and let me get you out of here”

weakly you shook you head, fully aware that you weren‘t strong enough to stop him in his doing anyways. “no, you’re bleeding,” you insisted. why wasn’t he listening to you?

why were you so stubborn? digging his fingernails into his palm, dabi fed into the flames shielding you from the public before he turned back to you. his mind was racing as he desperately tried to come up with a solution, a way out of any kind. “i fucking know, but so are you so please just—“

why was he so adamant to get you to agree to him? why couldn’t he just move? why couldn’t he just do as he wanted?

“you shouldn’t be bleeding,” you stated.

you shouldn’t be bleeding either, dabi thought, and yet here you were.

“for fucks sake, just please shut up,” dabi grew more and more agitated by the second, feeling the anger rise in him, skin slowly heating up. why was it so hard for you to listen, just for once? dabi cringed as he looked down at your torso, your shirt soaked in blood that by now has started to spill on the ground underneath you, your face drained of all color. dabi could hear how hard it was for you to talk, how your voice was nothing more than a pained whisper, a plea for him to listen to you. “stop talking, you’re only making it worse,” he chided, now not caring anymore about the potential pain he might cause you. he cursed, ripping a hole in your top, only to immediately shut his eyes in defeat as he assessed the damage.

this was bad. there was no way he could get you away in time.

turning your head away from him in shame, you muttered a small apology. you always managed to make things worse somehow.

truth to be told, dabi didn’t pay a lot of attention to what you said. instead he carelessly pulled on his own white shirt again, to the point where he ripped the hem of it. fisting the fabric he pressed it against your open flesh, watching as it turned crimson way too fast. “you should be. shit, it won’t stop”

you couldn’t help but smile weakly at his snarky comment. “you’re an asshole”

“doing my best, doll,” the villain replied, his lips curved upward too. however his smile fell immediately as he tossed the bloody fabric away.

dabi pulled at his hair in frustration. this wasn’t working, he wasn’t helping. he couldn’t just helplessly watch as your life force drained away, flowing right out of your body.

his stomach turned at the thought of his head, the only way he could try to save you right now— but he hated it. he didn’t want to do it, he didn’t want to hurt you even more. but what more could he do? if he cauterized the wound maybe then he could get you away, to safety, maybe then someone could patch you up, somehow.

maybe you could be kept alive then.

dabi swallowed, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath. “i need to stop the bleeding, this is gonna be very hot but i need you to take it“

he didn’t wait for your reply till he pressed his palm against your wound, heating it up as soon as he came in contact with it. dabi turned his head away in shame as you cried out in pain. the smell of burned flesh filled the villain‘s nostrils, making his stomach turn in disgust.

when he turned back to you, after moments that felt like an eternity, he was horrified as he saw you with your eyes closed, your chest barely moving. were you even breathing anymore? “keep your eyes open,” he commanded sternly, hand against your blood-stained cheek.

but you barely moved. only now did he notice how cold your skin felt against his hot hands. eyes wide in terror, he grabbed your shoulders, slightly shaking your body. “fuck, stay with me”

“please, don’t do this to me,” dabi pleaded, pulling your form into his lap.

“look at me,” he continued, shoving a hand underneath your knees and lifting your body off the ground. he pulled you close to him, hoping that his own warmth might heat your body up a little.

“listen to me”

dabi ran faster than he ever has, pressing you against his chest. he had to run faster, be quicker, get you away from here.

“stay with me,” he pleaded, trying to catch his breath.

you however didn’t seem to listen, to even hear him and his cries. no, you didn’t move in his arms. you almost looked like you were sleeping peacefully.

too peaceful for his liking.

dabi clenched his teeth, muttering curses under his breath. “are you deaf, you’re gonna keep your pretty eyes open and you’re gonna stay right here with me,” he commanded coldly, trying to mask just how desperate he was.

you could barely hear what the villain had just said. it took you everything to open your eyes again, to look at him. was he always this blurry? “i don’t feel so good, touya”

“i know, fuck, i know,” he answered, turning around to see if someone had been following him. hiding between some dumpsters in the outskirts of the city, he carefully placed you down again, grabbing your hands to get your attention. “but you’re not gonna leave me now, forget it”

dabi sat down in front of you, grabbing your shoulders as he noticed you slumping. “i’m not letting you,” he insisted, pulling you into a tight embrace. you couldn’t leave him, you couldn’t just go and leave him behind. he needed you. he wanted you by his side, he had to have you by his side. “you’re not fucking leaving me”

you meant so much to him that it hurt, and now you were practically at death‘s door, and dabi couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to leave him. if you didn’t, why weren’t you fighting harder? why weren’t you staying awake? why couldn’t you hold on for him just a while longer?

you only managed to sigh in his hold, your eyes now too heavy to keep open. it wouldn’t hurt to shut them, right? you were so tired, so, so tired.

dabi stayed like that, holding you close to him, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. you were going to be okay, you had to be. you couldn’t leave him. “hey, open your eyes”

so why didn’t you respond? why were you so still? “i said open your eyes”

why were you so cold? why were you so pale? “fuck, open them”

why didn’t you move?

“doll, please,” the villain begged, pushing you away from him to take a look at you. you‘re eyes were shut, your mouth slightly opened, almost like you were just about to say something. you were, weren’t you? “just look at me, you can do that, can’t you?”

but why didn’t you do anything? why were you so still? you were supposed to open your eyes, to reassure him, to tell him you were here with him, that you listened, that you wouldn’t leave him. that you‘d never leave him.

“open your fucking eyes!“ he demanded now, violently shaking your still form. a loud, pained cry burned his throat as he threw his head back.

“you said you wouldn’t leave me!” he cried, yelling at you accusingly, like he was expecting you to answer, to justify yourself. how could you just leave him behind like that, how could you just go like you didn’t care how he felt about it. “i told you, you can’t!”

dabi pressed you against his chest again, curling your body in his hold, rocking the both of you back and forth. “i need you, please”

as he looked down at your face, he noticed small drops of crimson falling onto your skin.

dabi was bleeding.

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an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au,  angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he’d never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING,  mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??,   unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ),  choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy​ but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

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𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚

synopsis; you find a broken touya todoroki bloodied and bruised. and as a civilian with a healing quirk, you make the mistake of saving what you believed to be an innocent man.

Touya Todoroki was all alone.

He's been this way for a while now. He never expected his life to go back to the way it was before - when he was loved. So when his eyes shudder open, the feeling of someone struggling to hold him up while he is barely conscious, he immediately lunges forward to attack.

Your eyes widen as you dodge the blast of fire directed right at your face, letting out a gasp as you move out of the way - holding up the bloodied man in your arms with all your strength as his eyes finally pry open

"Don't move! You're going to bleed out, please! I'm not trying to hurt you, ok?" You desperately plead, but he lunges again - this time narrowing his piercing gaze on you as he tries again to attack you. He misses, and he realizes yes, you were right. He was, in fact, bleeding heavily.

His movements become groggy and slow, and he struggles to lift his arm once again to pry you off as he drops it in defeat. "Let go." He muttered, and you could barely decipher his words because of his raspy voice - he squeezes your arm threateningly, but it doesn't hurt because he barely has any strength left to make an impact

His eyes fight to stay open, he's digging his nails into your skin and you're saying something - but he can't hear a word.

── .✦

He wakes up an entire day later, lifting his head off the couch as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

You freeze in the hallway, hearing a groan from your living room as you quickly rush in to see if the man in your apartment is finally awake - you've been on edge all morning for him to wake up - and now that he was, you were terrified as to what he would do.

"Where the hell am I?" He growls, and you hesitantly waver in the doorway - waiting for him to notice you.

Black hair was tousled from sleep, and he gazes down at the bandages wrapped around his arms and abdomen as a strange feeling flickers through him - who did this?

"Good morning."

His head slowly turns towards you - and you swallow the lump in your throat when he glares at you with nothing but hot, burning rage.

"Who the hell are you and what did you fucking do to me?"

You frown. Did he know you collapsed onto the floor after using every ounce of energy you had to heal his wounds? Surely not. Hopefully, he'd let you live to explain your intentions. A silent part of you is chanting please don't kill me, when his lips pull back into a scowl.

"I have a healing quirk. Please take notice to the fact that you no longer have any injuries - !" You snap, hands on your hips as he stars back in utter confusion

"Hah?"

You carefully take a step forward, moving to reach out towards his stomach to unravel the bandage - but he jerks away from you almost immediately

"The bandage. Let me take it off for you." You say, voice softer as you hover a single finger over his skin. He stares at you - the gears shifting in his mind as he moves his arms - giving you room to work.

Your touch is gentle. That's what he notices when he watches you carefully unravel the material around his waist - you're quiet. Too quiet as you stare at him with the same intensity in his gaze as he stares at you.

"Did you save me?"

You look up, finally smiling for getting the recognition you deserved for saving a total stranger

"Hell yeah I did."

── .✦

He didn't know how it happened, but he blamed everything on the fact that you were simply irresistible to him.

It's because of you - he is most definitely not in the wrong. You were completely at fault for touching him so softly and speaking so sweetly. He should've jumped out of your window the moment he regained his strength - but you kept him stuck there with that smile.

He was stuck on that damn couch for nearly a week, with you spooning him soup and chatting his ear off.

"See, I was just trying to get my groceries. Then, a guy beat half to death is thrown out at my feet from an alleyway! Did you know I dropped half of my bags trying to pick you up? Oh! Speaking of groceries, I'm going shopping for some today. Do you want anything?"

He sinks further into the couch, silent and still glaring at you.

You blink back, feeding your 'patient' another spoonful of soup as he swallows down the hot meal greedily

"Soba." He finally mumbles, and he doesn't miss the way your entire face brightens at his words - he hadn't spoken a word all day, and the fact that he had some sort of a preference for what food he ate made you realize you could make his recovery process the slightest bit easier.

He'd became accustomed to eating your cooking over the years. Even when he'd come back from missions hours after he'd promised he'd be back - he'd find you sitting at the table, cold food plated beside you while you fell asleep waiting for him to come home to you.

He blamed you for a lot of things he couldn't control - he blamed you for making him soft, turning his heart to putty and welding the broken pieces back together. He wanted to hate you sometimes for how you had changed his perspective on things - things he had been taught to hate.

"Touya."

His eyes flutter open, and you hover over him with a smile as he let's out a groan of annoyance

"What do you want?" He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling back into his spot between your shoulder and neck

"Get up sleepy head!" You whine, trying to pull him off of you as he nestles further into your embrace - pressing an open mouthed kiss onto your chin that has you squirming beneath him

"No." He mumbles with a small smile on his lips. His words were muffled against your skin as you gently cradle his cheek

"Shigaraki said we need to go."

Right. It wasn't too long after he met you that he introduced you to the league - insisting you were a valuable asset. Asset. That's all you were - nothing but a piece in his puzzle to getting his revenge on the past. So why was he sleeping in your bed every night, holding you and running his fingers up and down your spine while promising a better future?

He was conflicted - one part of him seemed content with running off with you and finding a quiet little house on top of a hill somewhere far away from the world, making it a home where the two of you could live out the rest of your lives in peace.

And another part of him wanted to push everyone away - including you, to achieve his plans. Create a future where the fragments of his past did not exist. Like a world where his father is erased.

He was losing you - so slowly as he descended into madness.

He failed to notice you too were falling apart.

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How many times had Touya said he'd be home before midnight? Well, just about every night.

Sometimes he wouldn't come home for days, leaving you stuck at the Leagues hideout for too long - letting your mind wander and come up with all sorts of possibilities.

You had found Touya during a dark part of your life - when you were rejected by your family and kicked out, forced to live your teenage years in a dangerous town simply because it was the only way you could survive.

Touya made those years a little easier.

"Where were you?"

He freezes in the doorway. You can see the muscles in his back tense as he sighs, turning to you with tired eyes as he meets your heartbroken gaze

"I told you not to wait up for me anymore."

You step forward, tears threatening to spill as you reach for his arms - he jerks back, but you tug his sleeve up to reveal new burns on his once supple and soft pale skin.

Your eyes brim with tears as you shake your head - crying out why as his lips pull back into a growl

"Don't you dare cry - "

"You're hurting yourself!"

It was the same argument every time, the one thing you two could never agree on. He told you he needed to do this. You told him he didn't - but he never listened. He's always been so stubborn - even when he was a little kid.

Touya would regret not seeing what he truly needed had been right in front of him the entire time.

He's falling apart - and you were struggling to hold the pieces together as he ruined himself beyond repair.

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Keigo Takami was the hero Dabi had been so hell bent on recruiting, the one who would look at you with a sadness you didn't understand.

"He's losing himself. I just want him to stop." You confessed one day, and Hawks could only lift a hand to swipe the tears rolling down your pink cheeks as his wings spread out to wrap around your trembling figure

He didn't know what to say.

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After he loses his fight against his family, you realize Touya, Dabi - whatever he was, is gone.

He disappeared without a trace. Leaving everything - the League, his family, you, behind.

After being told he was almost certainly dead, you realize all those years ago when you believed you saved Touya - you were wrong.

It didn't matter how many times you pieced that broken boy back together - when it was you falling apart, he had left the shattered renments on the ground and walked away.

a/n; i have an idea for part two in mind! lmk if u guys want one 🤗 plz don't be mad at me for this guys i was in a teehee mood! :(

𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧?

synopsis; dabi has always had a hard time communicating his emotions - but he tries anyway for you. he'll fight because it's all he's ever known - but your tear stricken face as he's leaving never fails to bring him crawling back to you - the only home he'll ever know.

cw; angst to comfort. pairing dabi x reader!

Dabi's been pacing back and forth outside your apartment complex for a while now - how long? Well, he didn't know. All he knew was that the hot chocolate he'd picked up for you was getting cold and he needed to go inside eventually.

He'd face your anger - your insults and wrath and rage because he deserved it. Anything you'd throw at him - he'd take it without complaint. He didn't get the right to complain when he walked out on your pleads - your cries following him all the way out into the hall as his trembling hands slammed the door in your face.

He didn't deserve you. That's what he told himself as he knocked on your door - propping an arm against the door frame as he leaned his forehead against it with a sigh. He tapped his finger against the rim of your hot chocolate cup impatiently

Medium with a bit of whip cream and two cherries- you liked two cherries so you and Dabi could each feed each other one. He'd always groan - saying you were an idiot for paying ten cents for that stupid little cherry, but the warmth that spread in his chest when you popped it in his mouth managed to snuff out any ounce of embarrassment from your sweet antics.

I don't deserve anything good.

He squeezes his eyes shut harder, trying to smother the intense burn behind his eyes as his hands curl into a fist

"C'mon sweetheart. Open the door for me, will ya?"

His voice sounded strained - tired and stressed and you can't find the strength in you to open the door as you hand hovers over the handle. You merely tighten your blanket around you and slowly press your back against the door - telling yourself you were just waiting for him to leave. In reality - you're hoping he'd say something else. Give you something to work with - something that can salvage your relationship. Anything.

He blinks in frustration when he hears no movement on the other side of the door, trying his best to keep his eyes dry as he swallows down the lump in his throat

"I'm an asshole - biggest one out there. So why don't you come swinging at me with a bat or something? I promise I'll even let you get a few hits in." He breathes out with an emotionless huff of laughter following his words as he closes his eyes.

Say something. Anything. Please.

He hears the slow clicks of the locks turning - and he's backing up in an instant as his fingers subconsciously tighten around your drink.

It opens slowly, and he holds his breath as he prepares himself to see your face once again. No doubt you'd be pissed - his lips twitched just the slightest bit as he imagined you standing on the other side of the door with one of his knives or something - prepared to pounce.

The hopeful gleam in his eyes is killed within an instant when he sees your red eyes and puffy cheeks - lash line wet with tears as you grip the door handle.

His eyes widen - and he takes one long stride forward to catch you in his arms the moment your lip trembles.

He eases you inside, muffling things you don't understand into your scalp as you sob - heartbroken cries sound through the air as he hurriedly rubs your back - cradling the back of your head as he tries to get you to look at him

"Hey...hey now. I'm here right? Look at me y/n." He whispers, his fingers grazing your chin as he gently tilted it upwards so you were peering up at him - and a small, tucked away part of him absolutely shatters from the look on your face

"I hate you sometimes. So much - " You say - your voice a whisper as he quietly wraps his arms around you, bringing you to the small couch in your living room to lay down on - the same couch you and Dabi have spent countless nights watching horror movies with each other on

"I'm sorry." He whispers, moving his fingers through your hair as a way to comfort you as your small cries continue. He feels helpless - and so stupid. He made you feel like this - he truly deserved nothing.

"I hate you-" you say again, voice rising just the slightest bit as you lift your head from his chest, screwing your eyes shut in hurt

"I hate that you always leave me worrying - how you don't talk to me when you're feeling down and how you always leave me wondering whether you're ok or not - and - and I hate how you treat your life like it's worth nothing! Do you know how much that hurts?" You finally cry, fisting his shirt in your hands as you let out a broken sob

You want to slap him - yell and scream and maybe even take him up on that offer of giving him a few hits with a bat

But you can't. Not when you were so relieved to see his face again - not when your sadness overpowered your rage like a tidal wave.

He's silent - his hands still threading through the strands of your hair as you relax into his body, ease taking over your brain as the thundering storm in your heart finally calms - it was hard talking to Dabi - it was even harder to communicate your feelings.

But the sound of his thumping heartbeat under the palm of your hand shows you that he hears you - he's listening and he's understanding and he's trying. Trying to be better for you.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, with him splayed on the couch with you hugging him like a baby koala holding onto it's mother - desperate and scared.

"Y/n." He finally rasps, breaking the silence as you lift your cheek from his chest to meet his eyes

He's crying.

You blink in confusion - then in frustration

"Stop - please stop. You'll hurt yourself." you whisper, and he can't help the bittersweet smile that stretches across his lips

"You should stop worrying about me so much. You can't get rid of me that easily." he says, slowly dragging his knuckles down your cheek as you lean into his touch with a frown

"You know I can't stop."

He covers his eyes with the back of his hand for a second, wiping away the blood that trickled down his cheek

"I don't deserve you."

His words reach your ears - a broken whisper as he avoids your gaze, the back of his hand is still pressed against his eyes and preventing you from seeing his face

"Stop it. Dabi - "

"I know. I know - just - I'm trying. I know I'm not perfect, but I swear I'll be better. You know I'll try - I don't wanna see you crying like this again." He finishes, and you slowly press your face back up against his chest - feeling the gentle drum of his heartbeat as its erratic thumping slowed to something more calm.

"Ok." You whisper

He shifts, laying on his side to look at you as he sighs. His eyes were glossy - and the sight tugged at your heart strings

"Your hot chocolates probably all cold by now." He mumbles, brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheek before moving them down to trace your lips

You smile just the slightest bit - and the sight has his eyes softening

"That's ok. I don't care about that right now." You whisper - finally moving your hand forward to cradle his face. He watched you closely as you swiped away the stray bit of blood trickling down his face

"You'll stay the night, right?" You whisper - and you hate how meek your voice sounds as you ask

He moves closer, intertwining his hands with yours and huffing out a short breath of laughter

"What the hell do you think, sweetheart?"

Smiling, you poke his cheek with your knuckle

"Warm up my drink for me?" You ask with a pout, grinning when he lets out an annoyed groan. Nonetheless, he gets up after pressing a kiss onto your cheek

"Thought you didn't care about it anymore?" He calls from the kitchen

You don't respond. Instead - you sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you stuff your face into the large expanse of his back. He pokes your side as you smile, reaching your hand out to pick up a single cherry from your hot chocolate

"Open up!"

He does as you say, sticking his tongue out with a playful gleam in his eyes as you place the fruit on his tongue - he chews slowly, holding your gaze intensely and smirking as he swallows

He picks up the second cherry - your cherry - and places it in his mouth.

"Hey!" You argue with a laugh - but he's leaning forward and enveloping you in a passionate kiss - pushing the cherry from his lips forward and into your mouth

You pull away with a laugh, seeing his cherry smudged lips only made you laugh harder

"You know I actually paid for this overpriced hot chocolate crap, right? Could've stolen it, but I felt like you'd have throw a fit over it." He says, turning away to open the microwave and take out your drink as he takes an experimental sip - confirming it was hot enough before turning to you with a grin

"I get a sip right?" He asks, smugly bringing the cup back up to his lips as his tongue grazes the rim - he's obviously trying to get a reaction out of you.

"You'll swallow it all in one gulp like the ass you are." You tease - and he laughs

"Uh huh. I love you too."

I wanna write a fic about how the reader has to learn to cope with the death of Dabi alone, because... Who would cry over an infamous villain? One that's portrayed in the media as a heartless murderer? His mother, maybe.

In comparison with the loss of a pro-hero, most people would mourn for years - if not decades. Family and community surround their funerals with thankful words and the graves are lavishly decorated with fresh flowers to replace the withered ones weekly. But when a villain dies, such as Dabi, everyone gathers around to hug each other with a Brut in hand and shed tears as they rejoice. A party occurs, maybe for two days, before they are forgotten. Graves and burials are neglected and abused, grass and vines cover their headstones, and eventually, the earth eats away at them with time.

It's impossible to confide in anyone because... His actions were horrible - he inflicted terrible punishment on people who weren't deserving of it.

And yes, he is horrible for those things... You don't mean to justify his actions, but they don't know what you know. About how careful he was to you, how he would put your phone on the charger and put a blanket on you when you fell asleep late, or play house with you, though he was bad at it... Mixing up the red shirts with the whites while doing the laundry, or burning toast attempting to make breakfast.

As a person, Dabi wasn't great, and he wasn't good either. So... Why does your heart aches, your eyes burn, and your nostrils leak when you look down at him when you should be looking up?

You think Dabi's pretty- scratch that you think he's beautiful, but unfortunately he doesn't agree. Despite his calm and collected nature, he's insecure about his scars. He doesn't understand how you, the most beautiful person in the world, could like him, a villian, someone who's covered in burns... it just doesn't make sense to him. You, however, don't care and hate when he talks negatively about himself and it has caused arguments that has led you to getting upset and Dabi pulling away, leaving for a couple hours to days. He always comes back though, he can't stay away, you know that and he's coming to terms with it. You really, are the only person that cares about him, besides the league, he doesn't have many people.

He looks so pretty making breakfast, in nothing but his boxers and grey sweats. "You look so pretty Dabi," you murmur sleepily, wrapping your hands around his waist from behind, laying your head on his right shoulder. He scoffs, flipping the eggs and tensing when he feels you run kisses along the staples across his back. Shaking his head, he mumbles, "your eyes must be blurry from sleep, doll." You whine into his back, huffing as you pull away. "Why do you always do this, Dabi? Can't you please just take a compliment, you really are pretty."

He finishes cooking breakfast and turns off the stove before turning around and leaning against the oven. "Babydoll, you do understand that I'm covered in burns, I'm not exactly a model... plus I'm not supposed to be pretty, I'm supposed to be scary, doll." Glaring at him you narrow your eyes, "Dabi, please stop saying that, you're very attractive... I think the burns make you look hotter to be honest.." He bursts out laughing, petting your hair as he moves to take the plates out and set them on the table. "Is that right, doll? You think I look hotter with the burn scars? You're a little freak, you know that?"

He always does this, he can never except that he's attractive because of the scars, so he'll make it into a joke or wave you off with a "sure, whatever you say, doll." It's really upsetting, because no matter how hard he tries, there's always a snarl pulling at his lips when he looks at himself in the mirror. Coming up behind him again, you wrap an arm around his stomach as the other wraps around his upper chest as you lay your cheek on the midst of his back, he relaxes a bit, caressing your hand as he hums. Leaning a bit into your embrace as he takes the arm wrapped around his chest and kisses your hand, rubbing circles on it.

You cuddle into his back, running your fingers over the staples and kissing the edges of his burns, "you know I'll always think you're beautiful Dabi... nothing you say or do will ever change that. I'm not always talking about your looks either, you're extremely intelligent, so observational and snarky... the prettiest parts of you aren't always physical... like the way your eyes go soft when I tell you I love you... or the way they shine just right in the sun. Or when you go soft when your sleepy, you always hold me close... keep me safe." Kissing his scars in between sentences, his hands tighten around your arms.

Pulling you so your face is buried in his chest, as he kisses your head, squeezing tight around your waist. Running his fingers through your hair he whispers sweet nothing in your ear, "even if you don't believe me... please know that you are pretty and I love you so much... more than you could know." Your eyes start to water and get blurry from the on coming tears as you feel something splash on your shoulder, you try to lift your head but he keeps your face buried in his chest. Digging his tongue in his cheek, he inhales deeply as he rubs his hand up and down your back, kissing your head every once and a while.

"C'mon doll... breakfast is done." He kisses your head one last time before letting go and walking to the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes, you go to sit down only to see crimson dripping down your shoulder as it stains your skin, leaving pretty red trails. Glancing back at him, you catch him rub at his eyes, the same crimson staining his fingers before he wipes it away... Dabi really is always so pretty, in all his moments.

Meet the Todorokis

@supernatural-hunter1 @dabisangle

Dabi told you about his family before he did the reveal to the whole of Japan. He told you about how abusive his father was, how his mom did nothing to help, how his siblings didn't understand what it felt like to be in his position and how he hated his youngest brother. From the little information he'd give you, throughout the months of being together, you.cpuld tell there was some serious trauma and his home life and family were anything but loving. Aside from the physical scars, you knew there was some pretty bad mental scarring, even though he tried to play off the hurt and pain by being cocky and nonchalant.

When the heroes found out you were involved with the league and Dabi, especially romantically, you became a top priority for Endeavor to capture and lock away, so that's what happened. When you were caught, you were sent to Tartarus and servailenced 24/7, heavily armed guards would be posted in your room and right outside of it. The room littered with cameras, there was an inch of privacy in that tiny space you now called home. But you knew, you knew Dabi would save you, it would just take a little time, until then, you had to grin and bare it.

It was the same routine everyday, sitting in that small, padded room with cameras covering inch after inch, doing nothing but letting your mind drift away and thinking about the league but especially Dabi. How was he doing, what was he doing, did he miss you, was he even thinking about you? You didn't doubt he was but curiosity was eating at your brain and heart, taking over your thoughts. So, it was a big surprise when you were told you had visitors and the Todorokis, nonetheless. They were all there, Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto.... and I guess the man that Touya had to call father was there too. It would've been sweet too have such a messed up family if you didn't know their dirty little secrets and the reasons for visiting in the first place. They all looked empty- heartbroken even, their eyes full of sorrows and regret while Reis eyes leaked salty tears ,only to be comforted by daughter... huh, you wonder if any of them tried to comfort Touya that way. Then again, given the family and their dynamic, you highly doubt it. But, sat in front of this fucked up family as they stared you down and asked invasive questions, you started too understand it wasn't out of love for Touya, it was because of guilt and that just pissed you off a lot more. They weren't trying too right their wrongs, it was because they knew that they were horrible for what they did and they tried too quiet their guilt. So you can't really blame yourself for snapping and going off on that horrible man- thing. That horrible thing. "What would you say you're relationship to my son is." You scowled at Enjis question, a scoff falling from your lips unintentionally but you didn't try too stop it. Your eyes narrowed at that abusive man, only obsessed with the image of the so-called greater-good. He didn't even ask how Touya has been, how much the thought of his old man being praised for being a hero when in actuality, he was more of a villain then most were, ate at Touya every night, kept him up for days- weeks even- on end. "Don't. Call him that, Touya is no longer your son, he is no longer the boy that yearned for your praise and approval, no longer the boy that was willing to kill himself too make you happy. He's better, different now. His eyes have been opened to your disgusting ways of bullshit parenting." It was said more aggressively then you thought it was but, he needed too understand Dabi would never be Touya- their Touya, ever again, he was your Touya now and forever.

Endeavors hands tightened into fists at that, while his wifes eyes dropped, looking away and squeezing tightly as she breathed in a stuttered inhale. "He's still my son, I wasn't the best fath-" there's a quick cut off from you as you shifted in your seat. "No. You weren't even a father to begin with, so don't give me that bullshit speech that you're sorry and you regret what you did because I don't care to listen to it, you can give your traumatized family that bullshit but I won't listen to it." It's spat at him, your voice raising in pitch towards the end of your sentence as you scowled at the false hero. You didn't mean to go on a tangent rant but.. it happened. "You, Enji Todoroki, abused your children. You attempted to use them for your own selfish desires and make up for your pathetic failures and all your overwhelming undoings. You. Are no man- especially not a father. No father would ever. Force their child to take on such a burden, so young in their life. No man would ever put his hands on a woman- much less their wife. The woman who gave you those children in the first place. The woman who took care of them and bathed them, dressed them, read them bed time stories while you chased after a dream you, yourself acknowledged would never happen on your own, so you tried to live through your children. And you, Rei Todoroki. The first time that man put his fucking hands on you or your children, you should've left him. Don't ever let a man put his fucking hands on your children. Ever. You. Are no mother. No mother would throw boiling water on her sons face because she couldn't stand the piece of shit man that she was forced too marry. Your kids are their own people and have their own dreams. The reason the both of you even have kids was selfish from the get-go. I'm happy Touya got out- got away. None of your kids deserved that, but especially Touya. Now leave." By the end of it, Rei was in tears and Enjis teeth were clenched so tight, you thought they were gonna break as his fists were tight and shaking, his knuckles turning pale, ghost white as his eyes became wet and started too sting. The family left quickly after that as the door slammed behind them.

You couldn't wait for Dabi to end Enji Todorokis pathetic life of lies.

┄ YOU WERE A GOOD LIAR

➥ Dabi x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, toxic relationships, angst, arguing

➥ word count: 1.1k

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The moment I had joined the LOV, I never had a great relationship with anyone else there. I was born and partially raised in a family of heroes, my parents were heroes, ans so were their parents. I was the first person to break the cycle.

But From the moment my quirk had come to be, I knew I was never meant to be a hero.

My quirk was called Death Surge, and it was labeled as lethal by society.

Before my quirk had even formed, I had huge dreams of becoming a hero. And no matter what I was told, nothing was going to change that. But the day my quirk had come to be, those dreams went down the drain along with every other good thing in my life.

My hopes & dreams

My family's love and support

Friends

Trust

I was only 4 when my had first appeared, and it was the worst year of my life. I had ended up killing about 7 birds, 3 squirrels, and 1 boy passed out. Luckily he only passed out and didn't end up like the 10 animals I had unintentionally killed.

After that, Everything was lost.

It was currently 10:30 pm, and me and Dabi had just gotten back from our usual walk, but unlike the many other night we have done this we ended up running into heroes tonight. We both settled on running instead of fighting, knowing that we would have been out of our element if we were to get into a fight here, so our best bet was to run.

But in the midst of our great escape, we had miscalculated a jump and ended up falling 12 feet off of the roof of a building, I was able to make a smooth landing. But Dabi didn't end up getting so lucky. He had ended up jumping far too close to a chain link fence, and the top of the fence had managed to tear a large gash in Dabi's side.

"Shit, that cut is pretty deep. You may need stitches." I said as I examined the cut on Dabi's left side.

He groaned, and dropped the shirt that he was holding up, and stood up from the lump of a mattress. "Yeah, no thanks. I don't need help from you." He exclaimed, giving me a side eye.

"Dabi, that cut is no joke, I can literally see your ribs. You need stitches, hell your lucky you haven't bled out yet."

"Exactly, if I've lasted this long, then I can keep going. I'll probably just force some nurse to do it, or cauterize it myself anyway." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Why do you need to be so fucking stubborn! Just let me help you!" I shouted with annoyance laced in my words.

"Well if you would just leave me along you wouldn't have to deal with my stubborn ass, so get the hint and fucking leave me alone!"

"What the hell is going on with you right now? Just yesterday you were telling me you loved me, and now you want nothing to do with me? So which is it Dabi?"

"Oh my fucking god Y/N, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I DON'T LOVE YOU AND I NEVER WILL!" He screamed, as his back was turned towards me.

For all the years I had known Dabi, he has said many rude things to me. So much to a point where they don't even affect me anymore, but this.... This hurt.

Dabi and I had always had a special relationship, and less than 2 months ago it had moved to another level. We both knew we liked each other, yet we never acted upon our feelings. Last night things had started to get heated between us, and he ended up letting those three powerful words fall out of his mouth.

And I said them back.

The silence that sat between us was painful. Neither of us making the first move, my face was blank, I knew better than to let any emotion show at a time of weakness.

"Fine." I blatantly said, as I turned towards the door and walked out.

Dabi's Pov

"Oh my fucking god Y/N, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I DON'T LOVE YOU AND I NEVER WILL!" The words that I said weeks before were now playing on loop in my head, and I couldn't make it stop.

But I don't regret what I said, in fact it was best that I said it. Being involved with me, with the Lov, it was practically a death wish. And they were someone who still had a chance at a future, but I was too far gone to be saved.

But I didn't even mean what I said, of course I loved them. I always have, and nothing would evr change that, I know because the last 2 weeks without them have been the hardest shit I have ever had to deal with in my entire fucking life.

Y/N's Pov

After hearing the truth about what Dabi thought about me, yeah I was hurt, but now I'm more than glad that he told me the truth. I was finally able to leave him, and I was finally able to leave and pursue my dreams, not his.

"Hey." A deep voice sounded from behind me, and it was familiar. It was a voice that I never wanted to hear again.

I stood still on the sidewalk, not turning around. Dabi sighed.

"I know the shit I sad was wrong of me to say, but you have to understand that it was for your own good."

'What? my own good, it was good for me to haer that the person I loved and I thought loved me actually hated me?'

"Hah." A laughed escaped my lips. "You know how fucking stupid you sound right now, right?" I turned around to face him.

He looked tired.His hair was messier that it usually was, and his posture was worse than usual.

"Y/N I'm being serious, I knew that if you associated yourself with me you could end up hurt, or even worse, dead. And I care about you too fucking much to let that happen." He shouts, but I only remained in my stop, wearing my poker face.

"Wow, and here I thought you were a good liar." I joked to myself, but Dabi heard what I said.

"Y/N, I didn't mean what I said! I do fucking love you-!" He started, but I interrupted him before he could even finish.

"You looked right at me when you said it. I know you meant every word." I growled.

He stiffened, his eyes grew wide. But his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

"And you just proved me right." I mumbled, and walked away for the final time.

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civilian touya who has an awkward relationship with his family. puts the civil in civilian. he got all his angst and rage out of his system during his teenage years, and enji’s been on a self improvement journey for some time now. things should be good now — but he only visits home once every two months (sometimes even less often) and no phone call with him ever lasts any longer than five minutes (unless you’re natsuo. then you get an extra five). and no matter how hard fuyumi or rei attempt to pry on the occasions he does join them at the dinner table, whatever he’s been up to recently is still a mystery for the most part by the time he leaves. touya loves his family, because loving unconditionally is just in his nature. but he spent so much time being angry and pushing them away during his teenage years that he doesn’t really know them anymore — and he can’t bring himself to trust people he doesn’t know.

civilian touya who randomly brings home his hot tattooed gf one day. rei’s eyes are sparkling as she laughs and chats with you, hand resting over your own in that warm motherly way. and the whole time enji’s sat like a fucking statue with an unreadable expression on his face that makes him look constipated. he’s trying so hard not to say oh brother 🙄 so this is what touya’s gotten himself into. he hasn’t gotten to the chapter about conservatism in his self help book. he doesn’t say anything because everyone seems to really like you and touya’s been watching you and his mom talk with a fondness that’s lowkey causing cracks in his stone cold heart. but secretly, he’s betting that this relationship isn’t gonna make it touya’s next visit.

civilian touya who brings you over again…. and again…. and again. enji’s so bewildered and stressed at the fact that he was wrong it’s comical. and he has yet to voice his concerns to anyone else bc he doesn’t want to look like an asshole so he just has this ongoing bet with the voice inside his head that you and touya are going to break up any minute now. everyone else has joined touya in being infatuated with you because you’re great — but also because touya’s now started to visit more often and there’s a constant grin on his face that they haven’t seen since he was a little boy. and enji swears he won’t fall for your little tricks! he’s absolutely livid when a chuckle escapes him at a juvenile joke you made. scandalized by the fact that he’s a little curious about the meaning behind one of your tattoos — you’re not gonna get him to ask 😡

civilian touya who announces that you’re five weeks pregnant a year and a half into your relationship. rei cries. because she’s going to be a grandma, of course, but also because he actually chose to share the news with them instead of suddenly disappearing to some foreign country to raise a family in secret — something she’s convinced the touya before you would have done just to avoid being open with them. and enji, thinks this might just be his aha! moment. having a baby this soon, out of wedlock? bound to fall apart. for once, he hopes he’s wrong.

civilian touya who has one hand stabilizing the smiley, toothless baby girl sitting on his lap and the other holding your left, thumb rubbing the aquamarine gemstone on your ring finger. enji watches his firstborn dote on his own and silently reminisces the first few months of touya’s life. he remembers being full of love for someone for the first time in his entire life, and being terrified; it was all more than he knew what to do with. touya seems to know exactly what to do with it all when he coos at his two girls. love was never a challenge for him — just finding somewhere to place it.

★ a/n: i wrote this with the panel from 388 in mind and that’s the ONLY reason shouto isn’t mentioned. ily bby it’s not what it looks like

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ, sᴇʟғ-ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ sᴇx, ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴏʙᴀᴄᴄᴏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, sᴏ ᴅᴀʙɪ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ, ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.7ᴋ

This was a new low, even for you.

You hadn't moved an inch from your bed ever since insecurity had broken you down. Society had crumbled you into the literal epitome of self-hate itself. It's almost as though the world was mocking you for not reaching up to the beauty standards that it held so high.

Was it a punishment? Or was the world more cruel than he thought? Whatever it was, it broke Dabi's heart, shattering it into pieces. It was one thing if civilization came after him. After all, he was a villain, and he's used to the pain. But you? Oh god.

Joshilyn Jackson once said that God gave us crying so other folks could see when we needed help, and help us. But right now, he was cursing the god for making you feel this pain. If anything, the folks were pushing you down into more self-loathing.

Everything he tried ended up nothing more than a failed mission. He'd get up and try, and when he was unsuccessful, he'd go to the roof and cry. It wasn't just the blood of your self harm that he saw everyday, but also the streaks of crimson down his cheeks.

But it was brutal what they'd done to you.

"Doll, please get up for me."

"I still think you're beautiful sweetheart, you don't need to look like the photoshops in the magazines."

"Come on babydoll, at least spread your legs for me. Let me fuck you numb of this cruel pain."

"You need to eat baby mouse, please. Open up."

"No little one... don't do that. Give Dabi the blade back."

There was nothing but pure desperation dripping in his words. Not a trickle of lust, or anger, or demand, or anything for that matter could be heard other than a helpless pleading tone blending in with despair and sadness.

When all was drained and none was well, he'd lay himself beside you, tracing his rough fingers over the cicatrixes that marked itself on your body. Your empty tears would drip on his clothes, mingling with your self harm blood. Though by now, it was normal to him.

Finally, sighing an exhale from his lips, he sat up on the covers. His scarred hand reached up to wipe his droopy tears, cleansing his face of any lingering vulnerability there was still on. He eyes your hollow body for a minute or two before sighing, sitting you up on his lap.

"C'mon dollface... time to get up," he whispered softly to you as he brushed your tears away. "You want something to eat?"

You shook your head softly, staring into abyss. Eating meant weight gain. Weight gain would mean fat. Fat meant ugly. Not like you weren't already. You had self-harm scars practically littered on your thighs and stomach. Something which you hated. But Dabi loved.

His calloused fingers stroked your fresh wounds, feeling the dried blood under his finger pads like bumpy rocky roads of crimson. The scars spoke for themselves when you couldn't, something which he adored while staring at you naked in bed when he'd fuck you.

What you saw as disgusting, he saw as attractive. And what he saw as disgusting, you saw as attractive. He would have been quite the hypocrite to be telling you to embrace your scars while he struggled with his own, so that's why he never did.

His turquoise balls of vision looked down at you, tracing over your features. Every curve, every contour, every imperfection, almost as though he was trying to memorize it. His lips found your cheek, sucking it a small kiss for a reaction.

"Tell me something." He said, his voice low and gruff, with a tinge of vulnerability.

Your hollow eyes leisurely scanned the room until it landed on him, staring at the reflection of cold beauty.

"I wanna fall asleep."

"Fall asleep? Like for a couple hours? Cuz I have sleeping pills for that if you–"

"I meant forever." Your voice spoke, a bit more softer yet firm.

He paused for a moment, his fingers still tracing over your scars. It wasn't... unexpected of you to be suicidal. In fact, he couldn't blame you for wanting to kill yourself, just to get away from this world's harsh criticism. Yet he didn't like the idea of you going to the Reaper.

"Wanna meet your maker, huh doll?"

"Just wanna get away from here..."

"I can tell... can't blame you for wanting to end it all."

He watched your hand slip away to the blade on the nightstand, wrapping your fingers around it. Instinctively, his lips pressed to your shoulder, giving you a kiss as you dragged the blade along your flesh, drawing new lines of blood on your thighs.

His hand went to grab your wrist. He didn't stop you though, he was just making sure you didn't cut yourself too deep. He knew you needed this, to let your emotions loose from the chaos thundering inside your mind.

It was ever so a surprise to you that he wasn't pissed at you for having suicidal thoughts. Then again, he wasn't pissed at you for even self-harming. He never said a word. He just left you in the bathroom until it was finished, and then came back to clean you up.

It made you ponder some nights, why was it he did that? Why was it he would walk out without a word after seeing you tear-streaked, sitting on the bathroom floor with gashes of blood oozing out, only to come back with a first aid kit and patch you up without any anger.

It was bugging you out, and you needed an answer.

"Touya...?" you started cautiously, putting the blade back on the nightstand.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response, completely unfazed by the use of his given name.

By now he was used you calling his real name. It sounded soothing, slipping so sweetly from your lips as though it was made to be said like that.

"Why do you never stop me from cutting myself?"

Again, Dabi paused for a second, thinking his words over before replying back.

"Would you stop if I told you to?"

A wave of silence filled the room, drowning you in his words. Would you if he asked?

"No... I wouldn't."

"Exactly dollface... so why should I stop you?" he spoke simply, pressing a kiss to your nape. "I know it's a coping mechanism... a pretty fucked up one too at that. But it helps nevertheless, yeah? I'd be a hypocrite to tell you for cutting when I burn myself too."

Your eyes shot up at his words, a tinge of confusion and surprise breaking through your hollow demeanor.

"You... you burn yourself?"

"Yeah, I do. To feel."

"To feel... to feel what?"

He shrugged, holding you close, your back pressed to his chest and chin rooted to your locks.

"Just to feel."

"Just to feel?" you repeated his words, slightly annoyed by his vague responses.

He chuckled at your slight irritation, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Yes doll. To feel. Anything but numb."

You looked up at him, watching his stoic expression falter slightly. A flicker of vulnerability cracked through his cold demeanor, alerting you of his broken self.

"You gonna tell me off for it mouse?"

"Of course not. I'd be a humbug if I did."

He raised an eyebrow at your choice of words, chuckling mockingly at them.

"Humbug huh? Where'd you learn that from?"

"A book." you replied, slightly confused.

He scoffed, tangling his fingers in your locks and stroking them between his fingers.

"Interesting book..."

You stayed silent at that, reeking his presence and touch. For a man like him, he must obviously feel insecure too.

"Do you ever hate the way you look?"

"All the time babydoll."

He said it as though it was nothing. Like it meant nothing. The casualty nearly infuriated you.

"Have you ever wanted to kill yourself?"

"Yes I have."

That made you stop again, staring up at him.

"You're just as broken as I am..."

"You have no idea dollface." he drawled, chuckling at your words.

He tugged his teeth softly on your lobe, gauzing out a little whine from you. That was the best he'd gotten from you ever since you'd shut down.

"Doll... I want you to listen to me. And I want you to listen good. Life is gonna be a bitch to you yeah? They're gonna push you down with beauty standards... expectations... of what you have to be. Of what you need to be. But I want you to know, that despite everything we've been through... I think you're perfect just the way you are..."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He could already see your eyes getting slightly glossy from his reassurance, which earned a smirk from him before he continued.

"...and I don't want you to just take my word for it. I want you to believe in it yourself. To feel it for yourself. I want you to be able to look in the mirror and appreciate yourself for once. Even the flaws... I know it's probably very hypocritical of me since I don't follow it, but I'm trying too mouse. Just hang in there for me yeah? We'll get through this together."

A tinge of pink flushed your cheeks and nose, looking up at his turquoise eyes, which were once a sign of danger, now melted in a form of softness and vulnerability. You reached your pinky down, locking it in his.

"I promise... Touya..."

He snorted, letting out a sardonic chuckle.

"Pink promise huh, little one? What are you, five?"

"Don't ruin it Dabi."

"Alright geez."

He let out a last chuckle before interlocking his pinky with yours, a smirk stitched on his lips.

"Say doll... which of our struggles do you wanna tackle first?"

"One that breaks everyone down like us."

He smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. A tiny squeal left your lips, giving him an opportunity to savor your old self, which was back to normal.

"Oh yeah...? And what would that be?"

"It's called Insecurity."

Dabi x black reader

Pt, 1

-no quirk ua, mature, slowburn??

Could read on Wattpad-

There's too many people here. It's suffocating me, I pushed myself through the different bodies that bumped against one another, others that are moving a little to close.

I needed to go somewhere nice and quiet, needed to clear my head and have fresh air. Toga my closest friend invited me saying I need to get "some freedom" in my life, what I didn't expect a house party to come about.

I mangle through the crowd making my way to the basement door. Walking down hearing the floor creak beneath me

I sighed hearing nothing but quietness down here and I continued to make my way down seeing no one made me wanna jump with excitement.

I walked to the couch and plopping down with a dramatic sigh setting my head back against the Couch.

Too many people are here.. how can toga do it? I wonder. I shouldn't have came, one thing for sure parties ain't for m-

My thoughts were cut off by a door shutting making me quickly get up looking towards the stairwell i wasn't drunk.. well maybe not too drunk but I'm definitely not crazy.

I now hear footsteps coming down and I met eyes with a boy with white hair, blue eyes, and tattoos coming down from his neck to his arms. Well the only tattoos visible for me. I looked back to his face seeing a nose ring on the right side of his nose, he fine as fuc-

"Staring is rude"

His raspy voice pulled me from my thoughts, "intruding is rude" I blinked his eyes lowered slightly like he's examining me.

"What? You throwing this party?" He walked over taking a seat next to me "no, my close friend toga is."

"You know crazy girl?" He leaned back beside me putting his head against the couch. "We go way back"

He hummed before looking away I kept quiet I'm not really the talkive type so it was pretty awkward, "why are you here?" He asked "excuse me?" I snapped out my thoughts before looking his way "you seem like you'd be in your books all the time."

I nit my eyebrows together before smiling a little. "What a girl can't have fun?" He hummed again.. "I never got your name" he spoke in a low tone

"Y/n" that was stupid.. why would I give him my name.. knowing the state I was in. Stupid stupid y/n.

I blinked twice waiting for his response, but I never got one

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding letting my lips apart from each other. "Yours?" He raised a brow looking towards me moving closer than before.

He brought him a hand to touch my cheek rubbing against it softly "Dabi, doll face" he said before letting his hand rest against his leg again

What the fuck?

"Bold are we?" I raised a brow "very" he smirked making his dimples pop out. "Well nice to meet you Dabi" I said adding emphasis on his name "i like the way you say it, say it again" he came closer again

Something inside me wanted to be bold, maybe the alcohol, maybe me coming out my shell.

I moved my lips to his ear "I could say it a lot more whiner and breathless" I whispered teasingly before removing myself making a little space between us

He smirked coking his head to the side "what's with the vibe change doll face?"

He moved his hand gliding up my arm then putting his hand around my neck pulling me closer to his face

"I want you all to myself" the more he looked the more he pull you closer looking down to your lips then to your eyes again

"Prove it" I said quietly. Keeping my eyes on his lips

Our lips almost touched

"HEY I THOUGHT I SAID NO ONE-" I flinched before looking where the voice came from "is allowed.." she mumbled, I seen my close friend toga

Togas eyes stared deeply into mines then to Dabi's then back to mines forming a smile

I quickly removed myself from dabi's grasp "togs it's not what it looks like" it's like she wasn't listening before she squealed "I knew making you come was gonna do something!" She laughed

I looked over to Dabi who had a sneaky ass smirk leaning back as if he's enjoying himself I removed myself from the couch making my way towards the over joyed blond grabbing her arm so we could leave

Leaving Dabi without a good bye as he smirked at the whole altercation.

Making this the start of his unhealthy obsession.