#dabi touya

[anime-as-textposts]

[romantichomicide95]

DABI ~ confessions

summary: you ask dabi why he never says those three words back.

cw: toxic relationship vibes, but still kinda cute. dabi opening up in his dabi way.

a/n: bee aren’t you on a writing hiatus? -no comment, also first time i’ve ever written for him and i know his stuff is prob a dead side of tumblr but when in rome.

tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this (i almost forgot)

“how come you never say it back?” you ask dabi, adjusting your position against him on the couch. this particular question had been on your mind for awhile. whether or not he loved you back. it was something that twisted in your gut like a knife each night that passed. his stark blue gaze flicked away from the television, finding your eyes momentarily before flicking back to the TV.

dabi’s lips twisted slightly, forming a semblance of a frown, one that made his eyes seem even colder and more distant than usual. the faint glow from the television cast unsettling shadows across his scarred face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. “say what back?” he retorted.

you felt your heart beat painfully against your chest. “that you love me,” you whispered.

a low grunt escaped him as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, forcing you off his lap and creating a small distance between you. dabi’s voice drops low, his steely gaze finally settling back on you, sharp and piercing. “love doesn’t really suit me now does it?”

your heart sank at his words, but you couldn’t let it go. “okay…so you don’t love me?” your voice was rising, a mix of frustration and sadness weaving through your words.

dabi looks away again, his jaw clenched tightly. for a moment, there's a flash of vulnerability in his eyes before it disappears behind his mask of indifference. “it’s complicated," he finally says, his voice gruff.

you felt the sting of tears, trying to will them away but failing. “what does than even mean…i’m your girlfriend.”

his silence hung heavily between you, the air charged with the unspoken. he sighed, a sound heavy and filled with something that could almost be mistaken for regret. "can you just drop this and watch tv? i’m fucking tired.”

you wipe away a tear. "no dabi…you know i put up with a lot from you? for one you’re an asshole and like you’re not always nice to me. plus you use my body however you please. but despite that i love you…so i just deal with it.” you begin, the tears now rolling down your cheeks unchecked. “i just want to make you happy. and now you’re telling me you don’t love me? what’s the point?”

"fuck, " dabi cut in, his tone sharper than he intended. he saw the hurt flash across your face and it stirred something inside him. you were right, you do put up with a lot from him. always finding ways to justify his behavior, excuse his cruelty. “don’t cry i hate that shit. i’m not good with feelings and all that.” he runs a hand through his messy hair. the tv light flashes bright, casting a glow across his face illuminating his scars. “it’s not like i don’t care about you.”

“but you don’t love me? i guess i just don’t see why you’re still with me if you don’t.”

there’s a long silence as he struggles internally with the weight of the conversation. “well i am with you aren’t i? who else would put up with me?”

“oh so it’s out of convenience than? that’s real nice dabi jeeze.”

he glares at you for a second, almost like he’s insulted by the insinuation. “no. it’s not out of convenience okay! jesus christ, you’re impossible. can you just drop this please?”

“if that’s the case than why can’t you say it back?” your voice comes out exasperated, shaking and choked. laced with tears and sorrow.

frustrated beyond measure dabi’s blue eyes reflect a mix of anger and turmoil. like there’s two sides desperately clawing away at each other inside him. finally he explodes. "fuck…if you're really that desperate for meaningless words then fine…fine, I LOVE YOU, YOU STUPID IDIOT!" he screamed, his voice cracking under the intensity of his own emotions. the room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the tv in the background. he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast as he continues yelling. “i love you so much it’s fucking infuriating. why do you think i get so mad all the god damn time when guys look at you? why do you think i push back all the time? cause i’m fucking scared. i’m scared you’ll realize what a piece of shit I am and leave me. i fucking love you y/n. of course i do. fuck…are you seriously that dense that you don’t see that?”

the second those words left his mouth, there was a palpable shift in the air. the room suddenly seemed colder, and you could barely believe what you had just heard. you stare back at him in disbelief, unable to form words.

watching you struggle for a response he snorts, shaking his head. a low gritty laugh, utterly emotionless, escapes him. “of course you don’t see it you fucking moron, too busy whining and being a pain in the ass all the time.”

a feeling of relief bubbles inside you, mixed with annoyance at his utter lack of tact and disbelief at his confession. the swirling of emotions comes out of you in a laugh, one that lasts a fraction of a second too long. “how can you be such an asshole while saying something like you just said?” you continue to laugh, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

he rolls his eyes. “just because i said love you doesn’t mean ill suddenly change you moron.” he says, though the hardness in his tone has softened. he shifts uncomfortably, almost as if unsure how to handle the vulnerability he just displayed.

you smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek before settling back on his lap. he scoffs slightly but his arm wraps around you as you both settle back into your prior position. despite himself, dabi finds some comfort in having you close. there’s some peace that bubbles deep within him whenever he’s got your body pressed against his.

you look up at him, tracing the scar along his cheek. “well, i love you a lot…and i wouldn’t leave you by the way, so there’s no reason to be scared.”

“whatever,” he mutters dismissively. “just shut up and watch tv.” he shifts on the couch grabbing the remote and turning the volume up, but not before he leans down to place a small chaste kiss against your forehead.

[gamzeelol]

BRO HEAR ME OUT

imagine making out with dabi. the palms of his hands are rough against your cheek whilst the other is busy squeezing, gripping and (most likely) bruising your thigh.

and he genuinely can’t get enough.

the sounds you make when you’re out of breathe, hands tugging at his hair for a break yet he only smirks against your lips.

“too much, doll?” his chest rumbles lowly as he chuckles at your lack of response, at your puffed out features. “god, i can’t get enough of you.”

and he LITERALLY COULDNT BUT IM NOT DONE. IMAGINE THIS.

dabi pulls away first this time, causing a shrill of anxiety to tendril through your stomach.

did he not like the little thing you just did where you tugged at his bottom lip?

“you’re gonna fucking kill me,” he mumbles, not shortly after pulling away. His words didn’t reach your ears quick enough to respond, you were too curious as to what dabi’s next moves were to be.

what you didn’t expect was for him to reach to the expanse of his clothed chest and run a palm beneath the fabric, confusing you deeply.

the movement of his fingers under the shirt made you shuffle closer in attempt to understanding as to why he was fiddling with the skin under his clothing.

an accomplished expression painted dabi’s face before he had extracted his hand, two steel staples pinched between his fingers — this enormed you.

“dabi?” your tone was damn near terrified, it made the villain laugh.

“don’t worry, pretty girl.” his fingers made quick work on the steel, bending it with ease.

confused, yet still hazy from your previous lack of breathe, your eyes widened at the hand raised before your face.

two steel staples bent into two makeshift hoops.

“i really did mean it when i said i couldn’t get enough of you,” the lack of pet names spoke his sincerity.

“marry me?” he smiles.

[star-spirit-mayhem]

The League finding out Dabi’s a Todoroki because while he was fucking you you moaned out his real name and for the next three hours he was fucking you so hard you saw stars and he made you keep saying his name until you've both cum at least three times and there's no way Shigaraki didn't hear you yelling about how you belonged to Touya and telling him how good his dick is.

[trashedanatomy]

As my friend said when they saw this “dabi radiates the gay”

[zohanimenthusiast]

It's giving 'what the f*ck are daddy issues? just traumatize your father back' 💀💀💀

[onionionn]

Dabi MHA Villians almost done^^ love him

[takamitenshi]

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩...

[dabisqueen]

Sucking Dabi's dick while he fists your hair, muttering "Such a good girl..."

[draconianmyst]

Okay, so! I'm glad to see some people are interested in the idea. I'll start working on it within the next week or so. With that in mind, two questions for you guys.

1.) My own OC or reader self-insert?

2.) Who is willing to be a beta reader for me to make sure things flow right and I don't overlook mistakes?

[anime-as-textposts]

[ratulit0e]

:(

[sukustar]

I love you, I don't care if you're crazy

[trashedanatomy]

New spinnerdabi post, this was the first thing suggested on the post i asked

I might have to repost it cropped if tumblr no like

[lovebeatriceplz]

❥ A Dabi/ Touya Todoroki analysis ( also just some thoughts and telling the difference between fanon and canon). ❥

Few songs that remind me of him:

This one is gonna have a little kick

• Touya todoroki is an interesting one. I think I've always liked his character but it didn't really start to intrigue me until late season 5( cs i haven't read the manga, yet).

• So just like all of the villains in the series he didn't wake up one day and choose mass murder. It was a process, chip by chip, little punches here (metaphorically) a couple kicks there until he starts to crack. The whole idea of being the n.o1 hero, being the best was instilled in him by his father. Parents play a huge huge role on the opinions and morals that kids develop. Then when he can't seem to reach that standard, the one to please his old man, it frustrates him, but he was like what 10?. He didn't give up, he was determined, he didn't care if he hurt himself in the process, once he achieved his goal it would be worth it ( which I'll talk about again).

• So when his father insist that he should stop, he should give up, it's just, so odd, to hear a parent telling their child to give up. Knowing Enji this wasn't just for his child's safety, it was probably also for his image, and because he saw it as a waste of time to train his soilder if he couldn't fight on the battle field. Touya knew this too.

• I've seen on many apps, or maybe even edits saying that if endeavor just went to see his son on seketo ( is that it? ) peak that day, it wouldn't have happened and he'd be 'normal', or somewhere close to. I beg to differ, it would have happened anyways, his sheer will to just outshine whoever his dear, precious father wanted outweighed his concern for his own well being. Especially with shoto being born and the new focus of attention. It was just a matter of time, fate, even.

• I remember TikTok in covid time💀, i was on of those people who had a hugee crush on dabi and tomura (mostly dabi), and i remember i used to say things like "I could fix him" "he's just misunderstood" "he secretly loves the league but just can't show it" no pookie bear that is definitely not the case😭. Fanon dabi is.....cool, but if i actually tried to interact with him he'd just, i don't kill me? I don't think he cares about anyone.

• Definitely not his siblings, he hates them too. He has an almost patronizing look on the women in his family, not doing anything to help or protect him ( not that he wanted it). He hated his little brother, shoto, for stealing his life, the life that he wanted. He hates his father for igniting a spark in him, then abandoning it, causing it to burn him up. He hates natsu, for not understanding and just accepting that they were both failures. His relationship with natsu, based on the little snips that we got give me very bittersweet, angsty vibes that i do want to look into. I digress. But no, Touya cares about no one, not even the league, they're just another tool to get him closer to his goal.

• He doesn't care about himself either as i mentioned earlier. Remember that spark i talked about?, it didn't burn him up completely, left a nasty big scar though. It's still burning, it's just fueled by something else now, a desire, a need to torture and kill Enji Todoroki. He isn't afraid of death, he was at it's doorstep and age 13, he's tasted it. He only puts in effort to preserve his life because his goal isn't complete. If he dies during or after, once he gets what he wants, and sees the look on their faces, he couldn't give a shit about what happens to him.

• Touya is not emotionally constipated. He's fucked up yeah but i believe that he's learnt how to feel his feelings, which are mostly anger, disgust and hatred. He appears nonchalant cause he channels those emotions into his revenge plan.

• I'd like to say he's a typical case of a psychopath, psychologically speaking. It's just that he has a motive to kill, most psychopaths do not (realize i said most) they just kill for the thrill. But other than that he checks off all the boxes. He's killed on multiple occasions, having very very little or non existent remorse for his actions, not very socially inclined, and if you think about it, is kinda selfish.

• Do not believe for one second that touya would see and remember the things he went through and be like "no, I'm above that". You're wrong, he would gladly mirror the behavior that he grew up around if it suited him. Top tier gaslighter and manipulater energy from this man.

• I'm not trying to demonize him, it's not his fault he doesn't care about anyone. It's just that he's never felt it, he doesn't actually know what it is, so he can't give it, you can't give something that you don't have. Some may argue that he had his siblings and rei, not saying they didn't love him but he didn't feel it, or want it, he wanted his father's love which he didn't receive in the slightest.

I didn't go over this so they're might be spelling errors

[fluff-n-cookies]

(yandere-ish) DABI AS YOUR BESTIE PT 2#

part 1 hereee as well as a shiggy version for the simps

warnings : light swearing, mentions of killing (on dabi's side), over protective dabi. nothing graphic though. reader is fem, 23, dabi is 23 too.

likes to throw shit at you, not hard, just shit like pillows and stuffies he stole from the carnival.

I feel like he would complain about how terrible you look only to teach you how to do your make up better, and if you are already pretty good at it he spends time discussing it will you

also wearing the coolest sunglasses of all time and judging people in the mall together <3

come to your apartment DAILY to feed any pets and take care of household chores in his free time.

now, yandere time.

as a platonic yandere he will protect you at all costs, but won't kidnap you.

makes you think hes joking about running over that one guy that cat called you, and actually does it.

calls you squirt, bitch, loser, crybaby. lovingly.

without you really noticing he just kinda closed off your entire love life, and while he does let you have other friends they will be watching from the bushes whenever you guys hang out.

if you have plants he'll light trash on fire so your plants can get the CO2 they need. (your landlord has gotten sick of the smell, he's thinking of kicking you two out.)

if you know how to sow, he gets you to repair his coat whenever he damages it.

he stares at you like the chesire cat, I swear to god, he even wiggles his eyebrows at you just to annoy you, and if you ask what he's doing, he'll just say "nothin' just thinkin'" all smug, it so annoying.

and in reality he is thinking about you, just thinking about how stupid you look.

you don't, he is just genuinely happy to have you in his life, you're too good for him. thank you for being there for him.