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@iruludavare is crying for help!

"Look, I like vegetarian stuff too for meatless Monday, but mostly from other regions. It sounds like Touya is trying to share Unovan food with you, so even if I could invite you to my favorite place to get Falafel, it's probably not the most authentic experience."

"...Okay, you know what? I'm actually kind of hungry now. Not for a garbage plate, necessarily, but I am going to the hot dog stand. Any of you want anything while I'm out?"

@touyatiredforthis

"Ooh! One Nimbasa Nimbo Dog! Uh, well. To go, I guess."

"Was about to say, don't those get pretty messy? But I'll see what I can do." Nate laughed slightly.

dabi would listen to this argue with the wall.

giving you guys some dabi content soon 🤭 stay tuned. 😛

brothers bestfriend!touya x bestfriends little sibling!reader

synopsis : basically just touya being your older brothers best friend and you constantly fawn over him but you’re off-limits so he ignores your advances 🤭

note: touya is like no more than three years older than reader so CHILL everyone is legal 😍 lmk if y’all want more of this or whatever REQUESTS ARE OPEN TOO!

Brothers best friend! Touya is amazing pls more

brothers bestfriend! touya x bestfriends little sibling! reader pt. 2

ask and you shall receive 💯

that one scene from 10 things i hate about you

but with a twist

sorry this took so long for me to post! hope you enjoy. :)

dabis turquoise orbs glared at you from across the room, brows knitted together in a tight furrow. the familiar melody of ‘hypnotize’ by the notorious B.I.G. rumbled annoyingly loud through the cramped house party and dabi couldn’t help but grimace. you were stupidly dancing on top of one of the tables, clearly far too drunk for your own good. your hips swayed provocatively in front of the leering drunk men that surrounded you, cheering and whistling.

dabis long ringed digits tightened around the red solo cup in his large palm, threatening to crinkle and break the crimson plastic and screeching inaudibly beneath his grip. he hated this. he really really hated this. there wasn’t enough words to describe just how much he hated this. were you stupid? must be. that was the only logical explanation for this disgusting performance. i mean seriously, where was your shame?

dabi shouldn’t feel the intense jealousy that boiled under his skin, bubbling angrily through his now scorching veins but his otherwise uncaring judgement was clouded by white. hot. anger. you and dabi were friends - with benefits might i add - and that was all. no strings attached, no labels, nothing. so why was he so damn furious watching all these drunk fucks leer at you like a pack of wild animals. his nostrils flared as he watched you roll your hips and slowly bend your knees with your hands on your thighs to support your wobbly figure, continuing to dance along to the familiar song.

eventually dabi grew sick of watching you flaunt yourself and rose from his chair, the wooden legs scraping loudly against the floor below it. he took long strides towards the table, shoes pounding against the wood below him, each deliberate step he took making his adrenaline spike even more. “get down. before you break your fucking neck.” his deep voice reverberated over the loud music, his turquoise orbs blazing abnormally bright. you merely looked down at him, smiling drunkenly as you continued to dance, slowing your movements just to be spiteful and dabis knuckles turned white against the pressure of his clenched fists. “get. down.” he repeated through gritted teeth, barely audible but you still got the message.

dabis patience wore thin and he grabbed hold of your wrist, yanking you down from the table all while making sure you landed safely in front of him. gasps and boos erupted from the crowd of drunken men and dabi scoffed. “shows over.” he growled as he tugged you away from the kitchen and towards a more secluded spot in the house. “what’s your problem dabi..” you slurred, stumbling as you tried not to drag your feet and dabi snapped his head to glare down at you. “what’s my problem? what’s YOUR problem? standing up there dancing like an idiot and making an ass of yourself like some kind of whore?” he seethed.

“jeez, you’re so uptight.. i think you need another drink.” the way you spoke so casually - as if you didn’t care about the situation at all - made dabi sneer. how could you be so careless? what if he wasn’t here to protect you? he couldn’t have you being taken advantage of - or worse. he was furious just thinking of all the possible outcomes. if he wasn’t here to protect you that is.

“grow up, stop acting like a fucking teenager. we’re leaving, you’ve had enough for tonight.” dabi grunted as he turned to pull you away to find the front door but his movements were halted by your resistance. “i don’t want to leave, i’m having fun.” you protested as you planted your feet on the ground. “well i don’t care what you want to do.” dabi growled. you narrowed your eyes at him, studying his face for a moment before you spoke. “why do you care so much?” you ask, lifting your chin up questionably and dabi simply shakes his head. “i don’t.” he replied curtly and your eyes only narrow even further.

dabi shakes his head at the shit eating grin that progressively grew on her lips, about to tell you to shut up before you even spoke, but you beat him to it. “you’re jealous.” “no-“ he practically interrupted growling through his words. “i’m not ‘jealous.’ i just don’t want to sit here and watch you make a total ass out of yourself like a moron.” he retaliated and you only laughed. “aww, this is new. jealousy looks kinda hot on you.” you licked your lips with that same wide grin and he scoffed. “we’re leaving. it’s late anyway.” with that, dabi grabbed your arm and began leading you away from the party and towards the front door, and this time, you didn’t protest. “maybe when we’re home, you can take all this anger out on me..” you purred suggestively and he rolled his eyes. “not happening. i don’t want you to puke in my mouth while we’re doing it.” he grumbled, his face twisting in disgust at the mental image. “you’re drunk as fuck.” you only laugh and lean against him, entertained by his words as you both leave the party.