#touyatiredforthis

[with-my-calamitous-love]

heyy i just found your blog and read your stuff about touya/dabi and i actually love all of that, do you write headcannons too? because your way of playing dabi is so unique and canon. if you do i was thinking about his s/o being part of the LOV, like last joined. thank u so much if you’re gonna take it!!

yes i can! hope this is what you imagined non 💌 thank you for the love

DABI HEADCANONS !

touya tdrk x reader

headcanons for his s/o being apart of the league with him

not inspired by a particular song :(

- touya definitely doesn’t bat you match of an eye when you first join. he figures that everyone has their reasons for joining the league. you don’t get in the way of his, and he won’t give a rats ass about yours.

- it was never apart of his plan to care about someone the way he cares about you. he’s the type to care but show it in small ways. he gave you his coat once when you came back from the pouring rain, and claimed he didn’t want to hear any annoying coughs or sniffles from you the next day.

- you confuse his heart and he hates it. you two find yourself on some rooftop, talking about your reasons, your life and how you ended up here. you fully expect him to be an asshole- and he is- shrugging and telling you that thats how life is. but he also has enough grace to tell you that you didn’t deserve it, and that part he means.

- one day, you come back injured, small burns from a certain flame hero that certainly catch his eye. he crudely drags your arm over to the nearest sink, running your burns under cold water and bandages them. he makes sure to specify for the nonstick, sterile bandges after he’s applied a damp cloth to your injuries. he claims its because he hates the smell of burnt flesh, and knows you probably take shit care of yourself. (much to your chagrin.)

- the answer was simple. dabi gets burned by his own quirk, so he knows how to take care of burns. but something in your gut told you it was a lot deeper than that. the way this asshole cared for your injuries seemed more personal. it takes a lot of contemplation, and you fully expect a jerkass response when you ask him how he knows how to do this.

- he scoffs, and gives you the reaction everyone would have expected before he answers with something simple: “..my mom taught me.”

- in a small way, he’s shown you a side of him you never thought to see. and its the start of something beautiful.

hope you liked this anon! i’ll definitely be expanding on this idea in the future 🤍 thank you for the love

[brningcigs]

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!

[alolynn-heart]

@touyatiredforthis / Touya (cont.) "...Man, are you sure?" "I mean, I'm not saying that I think what's going through my head is any different from anyone else, but... I dunno. I don't wanna assume I can just dump stuff on ya when you're such a busy gal."

Touya was slowly becoming a familiar face around the poolside bar Lynn often worked at in Alola. Though she did feel bad that a lot of her attempts to connect with him were interrupted due to how busy the place got, along with the onslaught of delivery notifications that buzzed through on her rotom phone.

Fortunately, the evening was quiet. And it allowed for one to possibly think and clear their head. She had served Touya's usual drink order over to him. There was just something about his mannerisms that caught her attention that night.

Soo may as well ask about it? Right?

A blinked response was mixed with a little surprise and confusion at first. Then again. He wasn't wrong. She was a 'busy gal'. Her face scrunched up at the accusation.

"Well, I'm not doing anything at the moment, aside for just keeping my eye on the place," she remarked, taking note that there was only a few lingering patrons on the other side of the bar.

"Besides, staring into your drink like that tends to be a tell tale sign that there is something stuck on your mind.."

[iruludavare]

@touyatiredforthis || Continued from X

     It was bound to come up eventually.

     She had been watching the focus on his story— Pebbles, whom the champion has seen all to many times to forget. Silently remarking to herself how much the Mandibuzz and he truly have in common, even if Touya might not admit to it straight away. Wanting to prove themselves. A troubled case in unjust, down-peering eyes. A heart of gold. One who would throw themselves into harm's way just to protect those they care about. The words had been waiting patiently for his finish, to fire back with a girlish smile, and yet it seems there would be no jest. No time for flattery. Not when he prompts her to talk about him.

     But how can the heroine in earnest, while reaffirming how it bears neither weight nor negative influence on the love she feels for Touya? He, who has not loved anyone else but her?

          "...Well... He's dead,"

     Serena all but whispers, the word still searing and corrosive on her tongue. An obvious statement, perhaps, yet the clearest way to lay out the story in its entirety. Not a break up, no words that could not be put right again, no young woman scorned, no falling out of love, no man now praying upon Touya's downfall. Simply death. Untimely, and particularly cruel.

          "A house fell on him. In Geosenge Town. When the Ultimate Weapon was unearthed. I was the one who found him."

     She laces her fingers, the bottom of palms pressed, taught and stable as though in the space between dangled the end of some rope impressive enough to keep her body stable. And the heroine swallows down what stings in the corners of eyes— or tries to. Curls, loose and yet light, are sent back to the side with a flick of her head.

          "He, um— Managed to hold out for a week or two... but that was it. Not long. Just long enough to know I was okay."

     Funny how it works, she thinks. Before then had Serena thought the idea of the dying clinging to their last remnants of life to see that one person, live through that one special day, hear that voice, as nothing more than fiction. A white lie to comfort grieving souls. She had seen it with her own eyes, just as she had watched the life leave his. Lips press together, and then a shuddering breath pries free.

          "...That's... why I haven't talked about him. I-It's not that I don't want to, or that he's some secret— you deserve to know. It's just... It's not great. To tell. To listen to."

[peacebranded]

[ 'Take a Break' Starters ]

▸▹ 「 @touyatiredforthis 」 ◃◂ sent: (barricade)

  Concordia can't help but knit her brows in frustration, still clinging indignantly to the notebook she had in hand. Stubborn eyes squint slightly, scanning Touya's stance as if to find some sort of angle she could slip by, but she doesn't seem to make any move to get closer to him, much less try to brush past ( It's a bit hard to find an opening when he's looking a bit blurry. Surely that will fix itself, soon ).

"You mustn't be serious. I haven't even gotten halfway through what I had planned today. Surely a few more hours would be of no consequence?"

[draconscious]

@touyatiredforthis sent: 1) Give me a pairing. Touya / Claire (nonromantic also fine!) 2) Give me an AU setting. Academy AU! 3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

Student government meeting, volleyball practice, term paper...Clair's fully-loaded schedule is reduced to a harried blur of thoughts as the ace student half-sprints down the hallway towards her next evening destination, gym bag slung hastily over one shoulder and arms loaded down with hyper-organized documents.

As meticulous as she is, in this moment--Clair is not paying attention to her surroundings, and as she whips around the corner...her resulting collision with someone is spectacular, papers flying everywhere as the heiress falls backwards with a growled groan halfway between frustration and despair. (All that organization, wasted. Oh no, oh no--)

"Ugh...can you please watch where you're going--!"

[dreamdesire]

★⋆ @touyatiredforthis approaches:

Picks them up and seats them atop a comfy cushion above a tree.

  New napping spot unlocked.

[murmursdraconic]

headcanon: i think that when she trips, she tries to play it off as having done it on purpose

YOUR Headcanons [Accepting]

Caveat: She only does this when someone around that she likes is nearby. Otherwise she just lays on the ground like 'this may as well happen' for a good minute before getting up.

[basicknowledge]

📚「 @touyatiredforthis」 commented:

"Your milk is expired."

"Get OUT of my FRIDGE!!"

[eliteicisms]

✧ @touyatiredforthis ✧ comments:

"Huh... You don't play up the cutesy vibe like a lotta Fairy specialists I know do. I like that."

  The gym leader doesn't spare a glance over at the visitor right away, diligently seeing to it that the last few steps of his dance with Prim were concluded before he dared take his attention away from the fairy. It is only after they come to a standstill and the hatterene hums her approval of their practice that he speaks, though he doesn't bother trying to squint past the stage's lights to try and see who exactly it was he was speaking to.

"Certainly not. You'll find I'm not a fan of pretending to be anything that I'm not. Besides, it's hardly a good idea for me to spread that sort of misinformation around these parts. Someone's got to remind the masses that there is a reason dragons shy away from us."

[with-my-calamitous-love]

three part touya series 🪽

wildest dreams

you and your husband spend one last night together.

the black dog

you finally bring yourself to visit your dying husband.

fresh out the slammer

you find touya’s last words for you.

wanted to finish this series before uni starts up again 🎧 i’m really proud of these. after the bad break up i’ve been going through, its quite nice to have an outlet for all these intense emotions. i’ll be less frequent, but still active 💌

meanwhile, here are some other lovely authors you should check out! their work is incredible and deserving of so much love and appreciation: @whenanafallsinlove @crushmeeren @sharkbait-toji @wwouldvecouldveshouldve @mirkoluvs @kentopedia

[brningcigs]

Brothers best friend! Touya is amazing pls more

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

ask and you shall receive 💯

[alolynn-heart]

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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ! @touyatiredforthis / Touya

Lynn, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea? Touya: Tea. Lynn: Wrong. It's coffee.

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Lynn: Hey there demons, It's me, ya girl. Touya: Lynn, NO!

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Lynn: What do you want to be for Halloween? Touya: Yours. Lynn: Lynn: …yeah, that would be pretty scary.

[iruludavare]

@touyatiredforthis || Continued from X

     He had been late coming home. She had waited. Waiting for the sound of his flat's door to hit her ears. Waiting for his usual text. But hours had passed— enough for Serena to so foolishly convince herself that he was okay; that she should simply go to bed, and in the morning, Touya would be by her side and herself caught up in his arms. Aggressive vibrations of the nightstand had woken her, buzzing and leering like an ominous omen. A flurry of limbs had cast off blankets, and she all but fell atop the holo caster as though a second wasted was an unforgivable crime.

     The text never came. But if tragedy had a voice, it was most certainly the same as the one behind that call.

     She hates it here. She hates the glaring lights. She hates that smell, the chairs, the bed he lays in, the footsteps of nurses walking in their direction, the grating of deteriorating wheels, the calculated tones of machinery, the pitying smiles, the wires, the tubes, the walls that inch ever closer in and she hates those floors mopped to a shine whose reflections mock her. It is all the same. In blind haste, she had grabbed the first jacket that stuck out in her vision— one of his, like some cruel, twisted joke set upon her by the world. And she has waited. Serena has sat in that chair, legs curled up against her chest, and hands grasping onto one of Touya's own for hours. Cheeks red and swollen and raw, having not the chance to be dry since that voice hung up.

     It is all the same.

     Or so she had thought, until blurred vision catches an all-too-familiar hand reaching up to her face.

          "Touya?!"

     She had not heard his words. Refused to, believing them to be nothing more than those same sirens perched upon death's shoulder from all those years ago. The same words, honeyed in a different voice they seek to claim. The chair screeches, flung backwards enough to fall upon Serena's spine as she rushes past both the space between and his hand. She cannot touch him. He is lucky enough to talk, after a hit like that. And so the heroine settles for resting her forehead against his chest. Over his heart which pulses beneath and up to meet those beating against her skull like the psalms of some miserable prayer.

          "You—"

     The roof of her throat pinches. Fists ball up that skin-crawling material. And from the depths, a sob escapes, guttural and harrowing and primal. Ripped from clenched lungs like barbed wire. A gentle, melodious voice distorted so that the heroine's very ribcage shudders, and a thunderous rattle catches in the gasps and smaller bawls afterwards.

     "I—! You were...! I-I thought—"

          I thought I lost you, too.

[rcguish]

"Hell yeah. I have no idea who dis fella is."

" that's a high number, all things considered. congratulations? "

this guy did seem just the tiniest bit familiar, anyway. hm.

[toukotiredforthis]

{ a summary of Touko's relationship with Touya, as depicted by two VTubers }