#dabi x reader angst

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Dabi

I like- sped through writing this, sorry if it sucks <33

Oh and the drabble kinda went outta line with the headcannons, but just a bit 😅

Edit: I'mma count this series as my 100 followers event cause why not?

Angst to fluff/ Comfort | Headcannons + a drabble | 963 words

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

Warnings!: Mentions of Dabi's backstory, mention of abuse (not in detail), mention of yelling, crying, thoughts of abandonment, flinching, self doubt. Let me know if I miss any!

Gif credit: @kilruas

Dabi would truly be broken.

As soon as you flinched he was send him back to his childhood, Endeavor screaming at his mother and siblings, the fear in their eyes as he did so.

The similarity left him stumbling backwards, making his way towards the front door.

You would quickly snap out of it, truly not knowing why you flinched. You knew Dabi would never hurt you, you knew that you were safe.

You would quickly realize that Dabi was leaving, and rush after him, panicking as you asked him where he was going, what he was doing, and why was he ignoring you.

Part of Dabi wanted to fall into your arms and be comforted, but he knew that that was wrong. He didn't deserve that. Or you, for a matter of fact.

And so with you crying and begging him not to go, he walked out the front door.

And he stayed away.. for a few months.

It was the second week of the fourth month when he came back, eye bags dark and turquoise eyes hesitant, scared, and lonely.

You would immediately jump on him, crying as you asked him why he left.

But, he still doubted himself and merily patted your back awkwardly.

And that was when you realized how terrified he was.

As soon as you were back on the ground you grabbed Dabi's shirt and pulled his face to yours, kissing him roughly.

As you pulled back to breathe you glared up at Dabi and his wide eyes.

"Dabi. I trust you. I don't know why I flinched that day, but I knew for a fact that you would xneverx hurt me. Phsycially at least. You broke my heart leaving like that."

At that moment Dabi realized what he really needed to focus on and lifted you back up, having you straddle his waist as he wrapped his arms around your smaller form, kissing your lips as a silent apology.

"D-Dabi?" You ask, voice hesitant as he grabs his work phone and jacket before sliding on his platform boots.

"Dabi, where are you going?" You ask, moving towards the man you've grown to adore.

"Dabi, answer me." You whisper, putting your hand on his arm.

Jerking his arm away, Dabi made his way towards your bedroom, confusing you further.

"Dabi! What are you doing?" You ask again, moving to keep up with the villain.

Dabi said nothing as he made his way towards the window, unlatching the glass before preparing to jump out.

"Dabi- don't go! Wait- lets talk about this, I know that it seems a lot worse than it actually is in your head!" You exclaim, voice wobbly as Dabi starts climbing.

"Dabi don't leave me!" You cry, grabbing onto his arm in a desperate hope to keep him here.

Dabi simply shook off your arm before taking off, causing you to mentally breakdown.

In your head you somehow did something wrong and now he was leaving you, going off to find someone better.

Breaking down in sobs, you desperately tried to hold yourself in some sort of comfort, silently begging for your Dabi to come back to you, knowing if you went out looking it would cause a scene.

~About four and a half months later~

You awoke to the soft knock on your window. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up and yawned, wondering what woke you.

You stopped as another knock sounded from your window. You knew that knock. That knock belonged to your beloved Dabi, your one and only.

Rushing towards the window, you quickly unlocked and opened it, reveling in the site of Dabi, who looked quite uncomfortable.

"Dabi!" You exclaim, dragging him into your shared bedroom, careful not to hit his head on the window.

As soon as he was safely inside you jumped on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Out of instinct Dabi quickly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you wouldn't fall.

"W-why did you leave me?" You whisper, eyes moist as you bury your face in Dabi's neck, inhaling his comforting scent of campfire smoke and sandalwood.

"I- I was scared."

"Of what?"

"Hurting you, scaring you, loosing you." Dabi muttered, burying his nose in your hair hesitantly.

At that your sobs started, you clung onto Dabi as you cried, staining Dabi's dirty jacket with your tears.

Usually Dabi would bring you to bed, holding you against his chest while whispering comforting words to you. Or maybe even chuckling and sitting you on his lap, kissing you until you were too engrossed in him to think about what was making you upset.

But instead he awkwardly patted your back, his hold becoming a whole lot less certain.

It was at that moment that you realized that he was still terrified of what happened.

Slipping out of his hold, you faced Dabi, tears still falling down your face as you pulled Dabi's shirt, bringing Dabi's lips to yours you clashed them together, kissing Dabi roughly as you clung to his shirt, demanding his attention and trust.

Once your lungs demanded air you pulled away, glaring up at Dabi, whose cheeks were red and eyes wide.

"I trust you, fully." You mutter, pulling Dabi down so your noses touch, "I know you weren't going to hurt me and I know you never will. So please, stop doubting yourself. And make up for the lost time and kiss me."

At your words Dabi hesitated for a few seconds before smashing his lips against yours, pulling you against him as he greedily sought your touch, wanting to make up for the time he spent away from you.

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[stxrrydreamss]

Aizawa/Hawks/Dabi/Bakugo

They find out you were in a car accident.

Part 1, Part 2

Authors note: I’m taking a little break from writing Kilonova to work on some other stories for fun. I got this idea from driving on the highway in the rain and I ended up hydroplaning a few time. Thankfully no cars were around me. This took me a few days to write, so I hope you all enjoy! I even made the gifs myself :)

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It was late and dark as I made my way home. Heavy raindrops began to pelt at my window and gradually increased in speed and size until, eventually, I had to hit my brakes due to being unable to see ahead of me. As I brake, I feel my car lose traction and start to hydroplane. I tried to stop my car from spinning by pumping my breaks and turning in the opposite direction before a black SUV that was unable to see in the heavy rain slammed into the back end of my car and turned away before another vehicle that was also unable to see hit me head-on, I brace for impact as my car flips, and I lose consciousness upon landing.

Aizawa

Shouta was finishing his shift when he received a call to respond to a three car accident nearby. Shouta accepts the job and hastily makes his way over. He had faintly heard the crash about ten minutes prior, and despite most of the sound having been drowned out by the rain, it still sounded nasty. He didn't expect to see your car amongst one of the few involved in the accident. The SUV had pulled over further down the street, and the vehicle's front end was destroyed; the other car, the red sedan that hitthe front end of your car, was totaled as the front end was missing, and the sides were scraped from flipping over onto its side and sliding.

Both drivers were okay with minimal injuries. You, on the other hand, were finally being pulled from the wreckage of your car with no status as of yet to your condition. There was debris from your vehicle scattered all across the road. The roof was caved in, the front end was smashed and caved in where the sedan had crashed, and the back end was caved in as well from where the SUV had struck your car. He stood in shock and covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying in front of all these people working hard in the pouring rain to help those involved in the accident.

He couldn't let his emotions out right now. He needed to do his job. He quickly gathered intel from the paramedics, who explained that the black SUV reportedly saw them hydroplane but failed to avoid their car. The one in the red sedan had been speeding under the influence and had also failed to prevent their vehicle from crashing into them. Upon hearing about the red sedan, Shouta was furious, but he needed to know if you were okay. Shouta left the plice and paramedics to do their job with investigating and tending to the two involved in the accident as he made his way towards you.

Shouta swore he stopped breathing upon finally seeing the wreckage of your car up close. Blood was all over the airbags and seats, the door had been pried open with the jaws of life, and he grimaced at the sight of one of your teeth sitting in a puddle of blood on the car's roof. The ambulance that had you rushed off a while ago. He had no idea if you were dead or alive, which scared him beyond belief. All sense of reasoning was out the window as he continued staring at the wreckage. They wouldn't take a deceased body to the hospital. Would they? Shouta snaps back to reality upon hearing an officer calling out to him once more. He blinks a few times and turns to the officer to begin exchanging information and to finish handling the situation as soon as he can so he can rush to the hospital.

Hawks

Keigo had finally arrived home after a long shift. He shook the water from his wings before entering your shared house. Keigo looks around the house for any sign of you, only to see you haven’t arrived home yet. He wasn’t worried. You were probably stuck in traffic with all this rain.

Keigo yawns as he stretches his hands before heading towards the bedroom. He places his headset and glasses on the dresser beside his bed before grabbing a pair of clothes and heading toward the bathroom. He turns on the shower before stripping himself of his soaked uniform and jacket and stepping into the shower. Keigo sighs, and his feathers puff up from a shiver running down his spine due to the contrast of the warm water against his cold skin. He relishes the newfound warmth and relief as he rubs at the sore parts of his body before finally deciding to wash.

Keigo grabs the bottle of shampoo when he hears his phone go off. He ignores it while leaving a mental note to check out who it is after he gets out. He begins washing his hair, and as he finishes rinsing his hair out, his phone rings again. He ignores it again while continuing to shower. Once he’s done, he steps out and grabs a towel.

As Keigo begins drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his waist, he grabs another towel beneath the one he had just held and begins to dry his hair. Keigo then proceeds to grabs his phone from the bathroom and returns to your shared bedroom. He unlocks the phone and plays the voicemail left by the person who had called him before putting the phone on speaker and placing it on the bed before standing back up to finish drying off and putting his sleepwear on.

“Hello. This is Yuriko Harusa calling from the hospital regarding your fiancé (Y/n) (L/n)-“ Keigo freezes upon hearing those words and rushes back over to his phone, running his fingers through his hair to moves his bangs from his face as he does so. “(Y/n) was involved in a car accident and is here with us in surgery. We would appreciate it if you could come down to the hospital to provide some information so the doctor can speak to you about further procedures-“ Keigo hung up the phone before the voicemail could finish. He was running to grab his keys from the nightstand and rushing out to his car.

Dabi

Dabi had been waiting patiently in your screened-in back patio to get home. He was falling asleep in your swinging chair, cuddled up in the throw blanket you left folded neatly on the seat, half asleep from watching the rain fall and the waterfall from the gutters fall to the ground in an odd melodic tune. He looks down at his burner for the time, and his eyes narrow at the number isolated across the screen. 10:42 P.M., it read. It would have been nice if you were here an hour ago. Dabi’s cyan eyes grow dark.

What could’ve happened to you? Did a villain get you? Did a hero catch on and take you in for questioning? His big question was whether or not you were okay. With that, he stands up from the swinging chair on the patio, folds the blanket before placing it back on the seat, and pulls his hood up before exiting the enclosure and into the pouring rain.

Dabi pouted angrily as he walked down the street towards the road you took home from work, now soaked from the pelting rain. Dabi had been walking for a good half an hour before he froze upon turning the corner and quickly hid back behind the wall of the building he had just turned around. The police lights caught him off guard. He slowly peeks around the corner to see if the coast is clear, but his eyes rest on the tow truck hauling your car away. The vehicle was ultimately destroyed among the other two cars on the lift.

Dabi’s eyes widened in shock, and he felt the urge to throw up from the sudden rush of emotions from his chest. You were not okay. He should’ve just ignored you and waited outside of the building you worked at so that he could’ve been there for you. No. Thankfully, he wasn’t in the car because then things would have been a lot worse.

If he would’ve been in there, your relationship could’ve been compromised, and both of you would have had to face the law. He’d instead you be injured than you facing a life behind bars because of his foolishness. You didn’t deserve that. Dabi’s skin hisses as his quirk activates due to his overwhelming anger, worry, and despair he was in. You were fine, right? You were just roughed up. You’ll be home soon.

One of the officers turns his head upon hearing the odd sound of hissing and begins walking in the direction of the noise. The officer sees a black figure disappear behind the corner of the building and he quickly reaches for his pistol before bolting. As the officer turns the corner, there’s nobody there. He looks around, confused, and looks down to put his gun away before stopping upon seeing a single drop of blood on the concrete being washed away.

Bakugo

Bakugo had been handling a few villains with strong quirks, one of which could control vehicles. The other two had already been apprehended, so all that was left was this villain before him. As he went to blind him with a blast so Izuku could successfully capture him, he heard a screech and a crashing noise.

“Shit!” He yelled as he finally blinded the enemy so Izuku could use black whip to restrain him.

“Could you please check on the civilians!” he yelled as he had his hands tied with the villains. Izuku then dialed for backup to escort the villains to jail and for some ambulances to tend to the injured.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm on it.” He yelled before blasting off towards the direction he heard the crashes. He stops at a black SUV first, ensuring the family inside we're okay. He rushes over to the man in the red sedan, who is dazed, but seems fine besides a possible concussion. Katsuki was not ready to see your car in the wreckage.

“Baby! Hey!” He shouts as he sprints as fast as he can to the car. It was flipped, and you were hanging upside down in your seat, unconscious. He quickly assesses the situation before pressing a hand to his headset to relay the situation to Izuku. “There were three cars. A black SUV with a family who seems alright, a red sedan with a man possibly with a concussion, and (Y/n) is unconscious among the wreckage of her vehicle.” He shouts quickly.

“Is she okay?” Izuku asks through the speaker.

“She better be fucking okay. Otherwise, I will handle that villain myself. ” Katsuki growls through his headset. He hoped that damn villain would get life in prison, at least. He didn't want to see that villain's face again; otherwise, he'd be a bloody mess of a pulp.

“I'll handle the rest once these villains are arrested and taken away. You can go with her to the hospital.” Izuku replies.

“Hey, come on, baby!” Katsuki cries out as he reaches through the shattered glass to unlock the door and gently unbuckle your seatbelt, catching you in the process. You were cold. “Shit.” He says in shock. He quickly carries you beneath the awning of a building before placing you down on your back and checking for a pulse. You didn't have one.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Katsuki yells out. Tears are now brimming in his shocked eyes, but he tries not to let them fall. “She doesn't have a pulse!” He yells through his headset as police sirens break the sound of the rain. He immediately starts CPR.

Katsuki’s hands are crossed onto your chest as he begins pumping it before pulling away and breathing into your mouth, repeating the cycle. “Come on. Come on!” He yells while pumping your chest again desperately before moving to start blowing into your mouth again. His heart is racing in fear. He didn't want to lose you. You didn't deserve this. You can't die like this. If only he were faster, you would have been fine. Katsuki didn't know how long he had been repeating the process and when he had started pleading and crying. It was a blur. The ambulance was taking you away. Izuku was ripping him away from you. Izuku was restraining him with black whip as he desperately tried to get to you. It was all blurred in his memory as he now sat in the living room of Kirishima’s house.

Kirishima sat with his legs spread and hands clasped between them, leaning forward as he watched Katsuki. Beside Kirishima was Izuku. Izuku was sitting similarly to Kirishima; only his l hands held his head in exasperation. Katsuki was catatonically sitting across from them on the couch. His eyes narrow and dark, staring at the floor. Izuku had brought Katsuki over to Kirishima's house to get him to calm down and de-escalate the situation.

Kirishima had hurriedly let them into his house and gave the two boys towels to dry off in. Izuku wasted no time drying off, but Katsuki ignored him and instead plopped himself down on the couch where he remained, not moving a centimeter. All he could think about was whether you would ever be home in his arms again.

[the-dawn-star]

Small itty bitty angst request that came to me after reading one of your dabi and teen reader fics. So this request is based off the one where teen reader gets hurt by endevor but hear me out. Maybe endevor gets teen reader like he ends up killing them and dabi finds their body? How would he react? If you’re comfortable with this ask.

-dawn dish soap anon

A/N: I forgot how much I love writing angst xd. Thanks for the request, I changed the concept a bit but I hope that's okay.

-S

+200ish words.

TW/CW: um..., well reader dies so that and Dabi being sad and angsty and Endeavour.

Dabi had seen a lot in his relatively short life.  

He had been hurt more than anyone should be.  

And you had been a constant in his life for a long time. Taking you under his wing was his way to help a teen, something that no one did for him.  

Dabi didn’t want you to be a part of the violence and fighting. You were just a kid after all.  

But he couldn’t stop you even if he tried. You had made up your mind and Dabi just had to live with it.  

He wasn’t even there for you in your last moments, he had been off of the city for another mission.  

When Dabi heard of the incident... he saw red.  

~~~ 

Seeing your body broke him. Inside and out, it broke him like nothing else.  

And every second that he looked at your body made his anger for his father grow larger. Endeavour had taken Dabi’s own childhood, destroyed his family and now Dabi had lost a part of the new family that he built had for himself.  

Dabi will avenge you even if that’s not what you would have wanted.  

He will burn down everything that his father had ever loved or earned for you.

[mika-writes-fanfics]

As It Was

Dabi x Reader Angst

Warnings/tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, brief mentions of burns, major character death, pre-established relationship, reader cares for flowers

Synopsis: Dabi returns to you after completing his life's mission, his body now badly burned and damaged. He wonders, will you accept him with open arms? Will you take what is left of him?

Author's note: I've been on a Hozier binge. "As It Was" from Wasteland, Baby! was giving me major Dabi vibes. This is kind of different from the content I usually like to write and read, but I felt so inspired I just had to write it. Word count: 1.1K

He’s now thankful your home is on the outer reaches of the city, tucked in a secluded pocket between the border of the forest and the concrete hell of the city. After what he’s done, there’s not a person in Japan that wouldn’t recognize his face. Had you not lived in the middle of nowhere, he’d already be arrested by some weak police officer or jumped by some rookie hero. 

It’s ironic, the thinks, that his opinion has changed. He hated it, at one point. You lived so far away from his shitty apartment at the time, meaning that every time he wanted to see you, he had to take the agonizingly long train rides. It was like you lived in a fucking retirement community since all the elderly would take the same train, giving him judgemental stares all the while. It pissed him off to no end. And if that wasn’t enough, being in the forest always reminded him of Sekoto. 

But still, he bore it all for you, back before he let his rage consume him. 

Before he devoted himself entirely to revenge. 

Before he started burning himself all over again. 

Before he fucked it all up.

Despite the way he left you, he hopes you’ll be kind enough to him to accept his return, to not instantly slam the door in his face.

If he even makes it to your doorstep, that is.

Each step he takes feels like a battle between life and death. These heavy and labored movements exhaust him, made worse by the state your driveway is in. Of all the days for it to rain, it just had to be today. The torrential downpours make the path harder to traverse. Mud clings to his boots with every trudging step he takes, threatening to suck him into the earth, burying him at his final resting place. 

The puddles of water settling in the tire tracks of your car show him grim reminders of his appearance, showing him glimpses of just how ghastly he’s become.

He’s a burnt husk of what he once was.

Nothing is left of him now that he's achieved his life’s purpose. 

The only thing that remains of him is this homing instinct to return to you.

To go back to the start. 

To give you what’s left of him.

To feel his final sensation of comfort.

To feel loved again.

He’s faced with the reality of how long it’s been when he finally catches sight of your home. In the year he was by your side, he never saw those Foxgloves bloom once, as he met you in the late summer. But now, judging by the towering violet, bell-shaped flowers framing the sides of your window, it’s been three years.

It’s in this moment that his mind replays the memory of the following summer, the one in which he noticed you agonizing over the flowerless plant beds. He remembers it, with surprising clarity amongst the mental fog. 

“Why do you bother taking care of those stupid flowers if they never fucking bloom?” He asked you, critically. 

“They’re foxgloves,” you answered. 

“So?”

“So, they do bloom, just biennially, and their flowering season just passed. You’ll see why I keep ‘em around in another year,” you explained.

The fact you even implied he’d still be in your life a year from then filled him with a sense of security. Whether you meant it or not, he took it as a promise, and kept it tucked in the darker reaches of his heart. 

Three long years have passed since he left you, since he abandoned you without a word. But he has known you have a patient side to you, he’s seen it in the way you always gave him space in his darkest days, how you allowed him the time to come back to you when he was ready, how you never took his frustrating habit of pushing you away to heart, weathering his toxicity with love and carefulness. Maybe, since you’re so patient, you have been waiting for him. If you welcomed those flowers despite their long absence, maybe you’d accept him, too. 

Normally, he’d sneer at the thought of you turning him into such a hopeless romantic, a weaker version of himself, but considering how there’s nothing left of him anyways, he’s fine with the idea. Maybe the positivity you give him would turn him into something beautiful again. 

He finally climbs up to your doorstep and stumbles against the door. When his shaky and weak hands turn the knob, expecting to be met with a locked door, it turns easily without resistance. Your door is unlocked, which in his state of hopeful delusion, he interprets as you waiting for him.

Maybe you knew he would come back.

You had made it easy for him to crawl back into your life.

Or maybe you just forgot to lock it. 

He swings open the door as he leans against the door frame. Any other time, the sound of the groaning hinges would grate at his ears, but right now, the sound feels familiar and comforting. It feels like nothing has changed, everything is as it once was.

He trudges deeper into your home, shambling past your living room and tracking mud all over your floors. There’s a pit of anxiety forming in his stomach the longer he walks through your home without seeing a glimpse of you. But it’s when he approaches the kitchen that he hears you humming, the sound calming his mind. 

His boots thud on your tiled floor, loud, and uneven. He sways as he walks, bumping into one of your dining chairs, the movement scraping the chair against the floor. Your humming abruptly cuts off at the sound and you turn to the source, on high alert, only to see him propping himself up against the walls.

A sharp gasp escapes your lungs. 

All he can see is you as the edges of his vision grey out. Against your better judgment, you rush over to him as his legs start buckling underneath him.  

He starts to collapse on the spot. You close the distance and open your arms around him, catching his fall and attempting to bear the brunt of his weight. 

Despite what he’s done, despite how he left you so suddenly, he can still feel your love for him.

It’s in the way you try to make sure he doesn’t fall, despite tripping being the least concern to him given his injuries.

It’s how your voice sounds frantic as you ask him if he’s okay if he can hear you, if he’s still in there.

It’s how you start to sob at seeing the state he’s in. 

You’re so worried about getting him to lie on the ground safely and checking his pulse that you fail to see him softly smiling at how you fuss over him, what’s left of his burnt face forcing out a peaceful expression. 

The last thing he hears, the last thing he feels, the last thing he thinks about, is you.

[sky-casino]

dabi x reader: she was sunshine, he was midnight rain

pairing: dabi x fem!reader (within canon)

genre: angst, some fluff

word count: 2,300+

synopsis: you're a doctor in kyudai garaki's hospital and he chooses you for a special and highly confidential task: be the sole person to take care of the villain dabi and his burn scars.

a/n: this man got me in a chokehold istg 💀😭 dabi (and the todoroki family) got me into MHA last december. and so this is my first MHA fic. hope you enjoy~

when doctor garaki and AFO finally accepted LOV after shigaraki tamed gigantomachia, he intended to start taking care of dabi's scars. garaki and AFO wanted to make sure that everyone is in top shape, especially dabi since he's the only one in LOV who has a quirk that can be used for long-range combat.

so garaki hired you—a doctor who works for him at the jaku general hospital specializing in treating burns—to take care of dabi's scars and overall health. his offer entails you to leave your current position in the hospital to solely work for him and dabi. and of course, a pay that's much higher than your current one.

you're quirkless and a good person who have always wanted to help others, which is why you became a doctor. so you were terrified to know that your former boss is a villain and that you are now in charge of taking care of one. if you refuse, of course they'll have to kill you so you wouldn't tell anyone about what they just told you.

hence, your weekly session with dabi starts. garaki wanted you to facilitate the sessions in your own apartment so it'll be safe for both you and dabi, instead of the two of you having to go somewhere else which increases the risk of heroes and police finding the two of you, especially dabi who's a wanted criminal.

treating dabi's scars requires dabi taking his clothes off, except for his underwear because according to him, he doesn't have burns there. you agree without any further questions. it also requires you gently cleaning and exfoliating the scars to remove any dirt or dead skin. after cleaning, you instruct him to submerge himself in your bath tub where the water has some medication mixed in it to soothe the scars. after he dries himself, that's where you carefully wipe his scars with more medication using cotton balls and the like. overall, it's an intimate activity, which you are used to because you’re a doctor. but dabi seems a bit stiff and awkward sometimes, which he successfully masks under his perpetual smirks.

your first few sessions are mostly quiet and awkward. but as time goes by, dabi has started to become more talkative. he always asks you questions about yourself, telling you that he of course wants to know more about his own personal doctor. he asks simple questions like what's your favorite food, favorite color, hobbies. scared of angering him, you respond to his inquiries. eventually, you start to ask him about himself too but not forgetting the disclaimer that he doesn't have to answer them if he doesn't want to. you're afraid that he might think you're nosy. to your surprise, he smiles genuinely when he replies.

one day, you start finding takeout food on your dining table with a note from dabi on days where you two have no scheduled sessions. and eventually, he starts bringing food that you can enjoy together before and after your 4-6 hours sessions. 

you begin to spend more time together but in an unplanned manner. he would suddenly knock on your door or even sneak through your window at night covered in dirt and fresh scars, which he gets from altercations against both heroes and petty villains. or from drunk fights at the bar. he'd ask if he can take a shower and if you could attend to the wounds, to which you oblige. sometimes, when it's too late into the night and he's too exhausted to go back to the league's hideout, you just let him stay.

in the morning, there are times where you'd find him cooking simple breakfast for the two of you as thanks for letting him stay. or sometimes he'd just leave food for you and be gone before you wake up. this amuses you, thinking that what he'd do in the morning depends on his mood.

unlike before wherein he leaves as soon as the session ends, now the two of you watch movies together while eating dinner. one time, you fell asleep before the movie ended and he carried you to your bed. 

you're surprised to find that the villain has a warm and friendly side to him, which you didn't expect at all. you're the same age and you enjoy getting along with him.

and to be honest, there are times when you feel like he's flirting with you. but you dismiss the idea right away, thinking that it's impossible. knowing what you know about dabi, strength is important to him, so why would he be interested in a weak and quirkless girl like you?

but surprising you with food regularly and the vague words of flirtation would all be set aside when he begins making physical moves on you.

staring at your face and your lips as you meticulously replace his surgical staples and wipe his scars with medication.

closing the distance between the two of you as often as he can, like when you eat, watch movies, and wash the dishes together.

slithering his index finger into your medical glove and onto your palm as he stands closely behind you where you can feel his breath behind your head. your heart is racing as you feel and watch his slithering finger. after some seconds, you pulled away your right hand and walked away from him without saying anything, focusing on doing some work instead.

there's a short silence before dabi leaves and says, "bye, see you next week" normally, as if that whole intimate thing didn't just happen.

your next session is quieter than usual, which feels just like the first time. but now there's an unspeakable tension brewing in the air. it feels heavy. it's already evening when the session ends. your back towards dabi as you clean up. dabi is putting on his coat as he watches you, until he decides to finally break the hours-long silence. 

"can i kiss you?"

"what do you want, dabi?"

"i just said it. a kiss-"

"why do you want to kiss me?" you finally face him.

"you know the answer to that, doll." he smirks.

"no. no, i don't, dabi." you're surprised to feel tears prickling your eyes as you walk towards him. "i'm not gonna kiss you just because you tell me to. i'm not here to play your games."

"it's not a game." his tone suddenly stern and serious, smirk disappearing.

"yeah? answer my question, then."

dabi takes a slow and deep sigh before he answers, his eyes not leaving yours.

"i want to kiss you because i want you. i have all these feelings inside me that i'm experiencing for the first time. even when i busy myself with missions, even when i'm not here with you and i'm somewhere else, you're all i can think of. i want to see you all the time, hear your voice all the time, feel your touch all the time... even though it's just to treat my scars because that's what you're paid to do." he says with a painful smile. "i don't know know what to do with these feelings. i really don't, y/n. so... i'm sorry if i made you think that i'm just playing."

you're too stunned to speak or move after hearing him ramble on about his feelings. it's hard to believe, but the villain right in front of you just confessed to you. 

you don't even realize that the tears have fallen until dabi wipes them away. you see his worried face as he blames himself. 

"kiss me... before i change my mind." you whisper to him as you close your eyes.

you two make it official and dabi begins spending more days and nights in your place. you're practically living together, except for when he has to go for missions and meetings with the paranormal liberation front. for some time, he considers bringing you to the mountain villa so you'll be closer to him, but his overprotective self doesn’t push through with it as he doesn’t want other villains around you. he’s also worried that you might be caught in the crossfire if ever the heroes find their hideout and ambush them.

for dabi, it's the first time something besides getting revenge has got him excited. it's the first time he has something to look forward to every day, and all of it feels surreal and foreign. it's the first time he feels love again.

when dabi is 100% sure that he can trust you, he divulges his identity and goals to you and only you, not even his comrades know about this information.

he tells you of his life as touya and how dabi was born. you cry as you listen to him and by the end of his story, you're a sobbing mess. 

"why are you crying?" he laughs as he cuddles you.

"who wouldn't after hearing all that?"

you accept him for who and what he is, yes. but without being too pushy, you persuade him to just run away from everything. run away together to a more peaceful place where no one knows the two of you. start a new life together. he said that would be lovely, but as much as he wants to, he can't. he's gone too far now just to turn back and leave.

you let go of the run-away suggestion and move to plan b. the next time he stays in your place, you convince him that releasing the video publicly is enough to exact revenge on his father. he can let the angry mob do their thing and he doesn't have to stain his hands with the blood of his father and brother. to no avail yet again.

although the two of you are happy together, dabi can't help but feel guilty and inadequate. because of his identity as a villain and a wanted criminal, you can't go on normal dates like eating at restaurants and watching movies in the cinemas. you can't even go to the nearby grocery together. 

he also feels terrible for making you worry every time he comes home with fresh burns and wounds.

one night, he watches you sleep and caresses your face. that's when he decides to write a letter for you.

it's the same letter that he mentions during his phone call with you as the heroes suddenly invade them in the mountain villa and in garaki's hospital. he quickly updates you with what's happening and also mentions that he has an important letter for you that you can find in the clothes drawer that you designated for him in your place.

after the call, you hurriedly looked for the letter which you find underneath all the clothes you bought for dabi before.

hi baby,

you're probably surprised to learn that i'm the love-letter kind of guy. me either. but i have no choice but to write this letter because i'm too much of a coward to say these things to you personally.

i love you. you know that. do not ever doubt that.

even for just a short time, i felt genuine happiness because of you. you're the only sunshine in my life's years-long darkness. but beneath our happy times, there was always this dread lingering in the back of my mind because i knew that ultimately, we wouldn't have a happy ending.

you deserve someone better. you deserve a good man who can give you the life you want, who can make you happy and take care of you, who won't make you worry all the time, a man who is not a villain.

this pains me immensely, and you may even get mad at me for this, but i need you to please forget me and move on. this is the best thing to do as we both know that you're not safe with me. the fact that you're reading this now means that we've reached the point where it's inevitable to part ways.

this is just wishful thinking and you would probably find it ridiculous, but perhaps there is another life out there in the universe—a life where i'm not a villain—where there's no dabi, only touya. and in that life, i will find you and i will love you again, so we can finally get that happy ending. i promise.

thank you very much, y/n, for accepting me, for taking care of me tirelessly, and for doing beyond what you were originally tasked to do. i love you.

P.S. honestly, i never thought i could ever love someone until i met you. and i still can't believe that i am loved by someone as great as you.

you're devastated as you cry for a long time, clutching the letter into your chest. then, the video he recorded suddenly interrupts the television broadcast. you already know everything he's going to say, but you still watch attentively.

later on, the heroes in charge of evacuating the civilians finally reach your street as you hear them from a distance. 

you keep thinking about the last part of dabi's letter. you ask yourself why the two of you need another life to have a happy ending, when you can just try in this lifetime. you're not ready to give up on what you and dabi have.

you don't know what will happen now that chaos is ensuing, but you decide to go with the heroes because you still want to see and talk to dabi. you want to respond to his letter by talking to him face-to-face. and for that to happen, you still need to live.

[crimsonredfeathers]

~*~ Drabble ~*~

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Dabi comforting reader during a breakdown

Word count: 100

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"Doll, you gotta stop tossing and turning, I really can't sleep like that," he sighed deeply as he turned around to face you.

"Touya," you whimpered, no longer able to keep the pooling tears inside and your distress hidden.

His eyes widened. "Dollface," he opened his arms to invite you in for some snuggles.

You scurried closer, burying yourself in Touya's arms, wet cheeks pressed against his chest.

"What's wrong?"

And he would silently listen to every single word you had to say while pouring your heart out for hours, simply holding you close, his fingers brushing through your hair.

[kelin-is-writing]

ONE LAST THING I SWEAR TO GOD- I HAVW SHIT TO DO TODAY BUT I HAVE YOUR BLOG NOTIFS ON AND I CANT HELP MYSELF

he regularly gets nightmares you left him or disappeared and he wakes up crying more than half the time 🧍he's sent himself into a half-asleep panic attack more than once.

:)

I'm making myself sad and you're coming down with me -🎃

I— THIS IS SO FUCKING— I’M SO— YOU— WHAT DO I— LISTEN—

I’M CRYING OKAY?????? I’M. FUCKING. CRYING.

poor baby he looks like someone cold, distand and who’s better off alone to others, but he’s actually someone who chooses wisely who he keeps close to himself which is why most of the time dabi keeps everyone at an arm length distance. yet when you come around his defenses are all down and he just wants to be with you so much. that’s why he gets super clingy, chasing you around and holding onto you for dear life.

dabi doesn’t have that great of a self-esteem (thanks to that piece of garbage), he didn’t even think he could make you stick around him for this long.

he lives in constant fear of failing you, too.

but that somehow made dabi hold onto you tighter and his love for you only grew more as day went by, which mixed with his fear of you leaving him brought us to our poor boy starting to have nightmares where you leave him and disappear into thin air, leaving by himself in a dark space where there isn’t your warmth to comfort him.

this has him let out a sob not only inside his dream but in real life, laid beside you, too. his breath starts to get heavy and sobs start to erupt more frantically alarming you, who are now sat up looking at dabi worried, while his body is spasming as he calls out your name, begging you to not leave him because he can’t live without you.

after you put gently your hand over his forehead moving some strand of hair, that had sticked to his skin from the sweat, dabi wakes up with an hoarse raspy gasp making his eyes flicker around the room in panic before they settle on you and just like that relief washes over him at once.

you were there with him. you didn’t left. and that was the only thing that mattered to him.

he swallowed thickly covering the upper part of his face with his palm, trying to collect himself, apologising for waking you up and saying that you could go back to sleep now.

you pressed your lips in a thin line while lowering your upper body onto his encircling his neck with your arms, telling him that there’s no way you could go back to sleep peacefully when he’s suffering and while feeling tears come to your eyes you add that there’s also no way on earth that you would even just think of leaving him, biting back a sob as you bury your face onto his neck.

dabi stood there for a second with wide eyes before hugging your waist tightly, muttering about how of course you ain’t leaving him that’s because he ain’t gonna let you go.

[evalineplayz19]

I need help finding yet another fic

Short summary from memory

Dabi x reader, reader is pregnant and Dabi is in jail and the fic starts with reader watching dabi be hauled off to jail and the reader meets up with the todo family (in this dabi has been revealed to be Touya) and reader forms a bond and at the end the reader meets up with dabi in jail and he runs out of his cell to give reader hug and kiss

This might be very vague but it’s all I remember so if you find it please let me know

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Till Death Do Us Part!

Scenario:- a yandere fic with a tragic end.

Pairing:-yandere!Dabi x gn!reader

Genre:-angst

Tw:-suicide,murder,usual yandere things and mentions of torture.idk if i should include gore??

Word count:-1.09k

A/N:- okay this is the first time ive everr written anything like this and I genuinely hope its good :’)

Thank you to @cloudy-zephyr for inspiring me with ur fic

Please leave me your comments and thoughts !

What were you thinking getting involved with him?sure you had a saviour complex,but now all you had were scars,tears,nightmares and trauma.you knew monsters were real;but you never thought you’d find yourself the captive of one.

It started out as innocent as ever.you bumped into him and apologized before carrying on your way.but,to your misfortune,just that rushed little “sorry my bad” and half smile that was slung his way was enough to get him hooked.

And honestly you didnt even notice him after that.

Until you started getting little presents on your doorstep.

Roses.

Quite strange is what you called it.and rightfully so.you hadnt had a boyfriend in over 6 months and the strangest part was that the ends of the petals and leaves and even the end of the stems,were always singed and still smokey,like it had been left there just mere seconds ago

But that hadd to be impossible,you neither heard nor saw anyone come close to your apartment.

So you just ignored them.

You kept the roses though,

And the moment he caught a glimpse of it through your living room window,a lovely blue vase filled with his gifts,it gave him the confidence he felt he was lacking.

Dabi was by no means a shy individual,he was quite outspoken,knowing how and when to speak but not doing so unless it was absolutely mandatory.

But with you,something changed....

He felt butterflies ? Shyness? A certain giggly sensation?

And most powerful of them all

Hunger

A hunger for you and you alone.

he HAD to have you,had to PROTECT you.

You were so so kind to him (MAN SHE JUST BUMPED INTO YOU ONCEE CHILL THE FUXK OUTT)

He knew he didn’t deserve you but he also knew no one could protect you like he could.so he chose to put your safety over his sudden insecurity.

after all you were the prize.

his sweet innocent little darling.

Once you were his,there was no going back.

He was very smooth,very calculated.each move he made was well thoughtout,like the moves in a game of chess.

He first asked you out and made you feel safe.you knew who he was;what he was,but the sweet nothings whispered in the dark,the gentle words,kisses and touches reeled you in like the silly little fish you were.his situation further piqued your interest in him,and finally your saviour complex had you in the lions den.

And now here you were in you “boyfriend’s” apartment.locked in with no view of the outside world.the windows were locked,and so were the doors.he had you boxed in in his little box of an apartment and you,quite frankly, didnt like feeling like schrodinger’s cat.

He never hurt you though,not physically at least.

Touya,which you would later learn was his real name, could never bring himself to cause you any bodily pain.

pain was a language he spoke and understood all too fluently,it had made him numb to all stimuli.and he would NEVER Wish that sort of pain on anybody,let alone the apple of his cold blue eye.

But he has other ways of making you compliant.threats worked like a charm and so did some emotional and psychological manipulation,that was of course his forte,stringing along words,and consequently people,was a special skill he’d acquired,sharpened and polished like a deadly dagger waiting to be used.

But when even that was no longer effective,he resorted to more gory methods of keeping you in check.

Kidnapping and torturing of your loved ones was so effective~

Their screams were etched into your mind and they haunted you at night,he knew this,but again it was all for your own good!

The bodies were always incinerated by his own hand and the ashes kept in little jars on your dresser to serve as a permanent reminder of what your previous attempts at escaping or being disobedient had caused.

Suffice to say you were very compliant after the cremation of your mother and father.

With them out of the way you had no one else to run to.so why bother escaping,you knew that even your truest friends would turn you away right after hearing your situation ,so you saw no point in even trying to escape your now hellscape of a life.

And slowly,you began to like it.

You began to see just how wonderful he was.he never hurt you.all he did was want to keep you safe! Your family was dead because of your own foolishness and the moment you ran to him crying,begging for forgiveness,he gave it.you were finally giving in;BECOMING his.

What more could he ask for?

And so with a shared kiss and a last tear shed for the departed,you fully accepted your new life with touya.YOUR touya.

Every night he came back you were elated and ran into his arms,always met with a smile and a kiss and on certain nights,something more.

You were always so happy to see him and him you.you were so happy together!

And he loved every second of it.

But the night he came back and you werent there by the door.the day it was all silent. Was the day his entire Reality came crashing down.

Because as he walked into the bathroom the first thing he saw was your body sprawled across the floor

How had you died?

He hadnt left any pills or razors or anything sharp or even remotely hazardous lying around???

So as he fell to his knees,his ears ringing and his head scrambling to figure it all out,he saw your nails.long,sharp and bloodied as ever.

And that’s when it hit him

Youd slit your own wrist by stabbing yourself with your nails.

Be saw it now,how jagged the line looked and the thought of you doing that to yourself almost made him throw up.

He kept you to save you from pain but in the end,you’d inflicted it on yourself?

Was he really that unbearable?did he really cause this?

No.

No,was his own conclusion.you were just naive.you thought you could escape him in death?? You were SADLY,SORELY mistaken.there WAS no escape.you would be together,not even death could do you part.

So with determination blazing in his eyes he held onto you and cried.

Not tears of salty sorrow and melancholy,but tears of red mettalic blood.

He let his flames consume both him and you and as his body wasted away long after yours,he let out a manic laugh.

he would see you in heaven or hell,or perhaps in purgatory,

It didnt matter where,so long as he saw you.

So long as he was with you

And he knew he’d be with you. He was sure of it.

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feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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[blackdchliia]

♡Family Line: Toya Todoroki♡

♡Family Line: Toya Todoroki♡

♡Warnings: Angst, talk of abuse, spoilers for Toya’s backstory, angst to comfort, enji todoroki♡

♡Summary: He’s finally opening up. About every single thing he had ever been through. Dabi is finally revealing himself to you.♡

♡Please like and reblog! And don’t be afraid to request any other story you wish to see with a My Hero character♡  

“Where do we begin?” His voice echoed in the small bedroom of my apartment, arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his scarred-up form. “How about the beginning, Dabi?” Teal eyes bore into my own e/c eyes. A dark eyebrow raised in question as he spoke, “You don’t want to hear everything. Trust me.” I frowned in response. “I do.” A long sigh left his burnt lips; cold staples grazing against my bare skin as he moved to sit up, back leaning against the headboard of my bed. 

“My old man--he was a man of few words. He never really talked to us a lot; especially after my youngest brother was born.” Dabi’s eyes stared ahead, almost as if he were envisioning the scene right in front of him. “When he did speak to me, I was really young. We used to go on walks together around our home,” he paused, inhaling deeply to calm himself. “He used to train me. I wanted to be a hero--to surpass All-might. Ain’t that crazy?” He looked down at me, a pitiful grin growing on his lips as he spoke. 

“I loved dad. I looked up to him--I wanted to be him.” 

“You don’t have to continue, Dab-” My words were cut off as Dabi shushed me. “I want to--I need to,” and with that I shut my mouth, staring up at my lover with a pitiful look on my face. 

“Thing is, after my little brother was born, Dad could get angry. He’d get angry at that little boy--hitting him and my mother.” A look of pure hatred appeared in Dabi's eyes. “Mom was always crying, taking the punches for my brother, begging my dad to acknowledge his other children--his failures.” Blood fell from Dabi’s face. 

“Thing is--I still loved dad, even when I was deemed a failure because of my quirk,” once more, Dabi took another deep breath, shakily reaching a hand up and rubbing at the blood that fell from his left eye. “I wanted to so badly prove myself--I spent nights crying to my other little brother, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for dad.” It’s so heartbreaking; knowing that a child had gone through something so traumatic, especially at the hands of their parents. 

“I have my dad’s eyes, ya know?” my eyes shot up, gazing into Dabi’s gorgeous gaze. “I look so much like that fucker that I hate looking in a mirror.” More blood was coming down. “Dad sent mom off to a mental ward, and long story short, I got into this accident...” He trailed off, trying to think of a simpler way to explain his situation. “I faked my death--er, my father believed that I was dead.” He groaned, hands pulling away from me and knotting up into his hair. “Fuck--I can’t explain this, Y/n.” 

I sat up beside Dabi, arms wrapping around him and pulling his much larger form into mine. “Just breath, in and out, in and out,” we repeated the breathing process together for a few more minutes before Dabi pulled away. 

“I just don’t get how someone could hurt a little kid, Y/n. I keep trying to run--to hide from everything, but I can’t run or hide from my family line.” Weak sobs left his lips. “He’s always in the spotlight! No one knows about the shit he put my family through!” He cried out, blood continued to pour from his eyes. 

My breath was caught in my throat; my brows knitted together in worry. “Dabi who are you?” My words came out in a hushed whisper, for fear that he would back away—refusing to tell me anymore as to who he was.

Bloodied, teal eyes bore into my e/c eyes. No emotion was on his face; eyes that belonged to his father bore into my soul—searching for something. Slowly, he looked away, mouth straightening in a line. He was in a deep thought, staring at the bedroom wall. “Call me Toya,” his voice sounded throughout the room—hoarse, strained.

Toya..?

“Toya Todoroki.” Everything clicked. Every hint, every look of anger when the flame hero appeared on my TV screen, every single word Dabi had ever spoke to me. “Dad and I—we may share a face, and a last name but we are NOT the same,” he took a breath, pausing as he tried to calm himself down. “I will never be like that monster.” My heart broke for the pain my lover had been through. Carefully, my arms wrapped around his shaking form, bringing him close to me.

“I love you, Toya.”

His head snapped up, staring at me with furrowed brows. He looked like a hurt child—just staring up at me with nothing but pain in his gaze. “If your father loved you—he would never do that to you..Someone who loves you, they would never harm you,” I whispered. His eyebrows fell into a neutral expression—eyes unfocusing as he looked away from me, now staring at the wall in front of us.

“Do you think i can run?”

“Run from what, Toya?”

“Everything—everyone, my family line-“

I bit my lip, looking away as i tried to think my answer out clearly. “No..I don’t think you can,” his head once again shot up, now staring at me with a look of pure confusion. “What do you mean?”

I began to grow nervous, knowing that if i said the wrong this here—Dabi would have a fit. “You can run, but you can’t ever hide from these things, Toya. Remember that, okay?” We both remained silent, staring into each others eyes in a game of predator and prey. Waiting for the other to speak up.

“I love you,” his words brought happiness to my heart; I pulled his shaking form closer to mine, pressing a kiss to his head. “I love you as well.”

He may share a face, he may share a last name—but he will never be Enji Todoroki. Toya Todoroki and Enji Todoroki—they are not the same.

[moumouton4]

What Did You Just Call Me ?!? || Dabi x fem!reader

Part 1 : An Unforgiving Mistake

A/n : This is a smut to angst if I can call it like that 😂 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 🌺

Part 2 : My Name Is Toya Todoroki 🔊

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : Penetrative sex in the beginning, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Summary : You were going at it with your boy but then you said something you would have never let out of your mouth if you had thought twice

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1072

He was pounding into your tight cunt. Hands roaming everywhere they could reach on your body. Your hands tightly gripping him for dear life while your back was arched. The room was filled with a mix of your moans and his grunts and the sound of skin slapping against the other

You snaked your legs around his waist to ground you. But suddenly, if that was even possible the tip of his dick hit a spot dipper into you. You moaned loudly and it seems that this encouraging him to keep up with this racing pace

Your bodies were sweating due to both your efforts to please the other. Everything was so overwhelming, it was going so fast and you didn’t think twice. Fuck ! You should have though. If you knew what were to happen next you would have kept your mouth shut

Dabi clutched you tighter as he felt you squeeze him tightly “So- ugh fuckin’ made for me”

And then it happened, you felt him hit your cervix and screamed “Ooh ! Toya right here !”

… - … - … -...

Seconds ago you were sensing everything but now it’s like everything is getting out of your grasp. The body of the boy on top of you which was always fevered like, felt now like it was icy cold. He stopped moving and you looked up at him... as if you didn't know... but you were a fool

His eye bored into yours and you swear he could have frozen you if he stared at you a little more

“The hell’d you call me ?” his voice was threateningly calm and cold. He propped himself on his hands as if touching you would burn him

You started stuttering “I- no- l- let’s forget this…” “I asked YOU THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME ?!?” his outburst didn't make you jump you had already heard him yell at others but at you, you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you

“Dabi please I didn’t mean to-”

“THIS ISN’T WHAT I ASKED YOU !”

“I’m not saying it again. This is what got you in this state in the first place-”

He stopped your rambling by roughly grabbing your chin to make you look at him in the eyes “Who and when ?”

"Me, 3 months ago I was sent on a mission to a hero agency I found documents in a secret drawer of the office of Endea-" "Don't" he stopped you

"In a bureau I found a file about the death of one of his children. I was going to close it again as it wasn't what I searching for. But there was a picture that fell out and the way his white hair were styled and the tender look in his blue eyes-"

"Stop it !" his bit, shaking his head in disapproval of you

"Dabi-" you say softly as you reach for his hair to try to calm him down but he shakes his head and backs away from you

"I knew at some point you-" he began

"But it was a mistake !" You tried to explain

"The mistake was letting you so close to me ! You never would have seen that I had white hair if I hadn't let you touch them, you wouldn't have compared the 'kindness' of our looks if I didn't give you my time-"

"Hey, what are you saying ? You're not regretting that, are you ?" you reached out to cup his face but he wouldn't let you "Don't touch me ! This was a fucking mistake !" He started walking back and forth in the room waving his arms in all directions

"A fucking mistake ? Why are you reacting like I betrayed you ? It's not that big of a deal" you knew that it was but you were so afraid of losing him that you had to try everything

"Yes this is ! You're- no WE ARE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I HAVE EVER MADE !" he roared while putting his boxer and pants back on

This was the last straw for you and you were starting to lose it as well and you weren't the type to be walked on "YOUR MISTAKE !" you yelled as you were putting your clothes back on "How could you think I wouldn't notice ?!? We've been dating for over a year and a half !" you yelled as the frustration starting to get the best of you

In one quick motion he grabbed your wrist and slammed you to the wall before bringing his face close to yours. He was angry, very angry, his breathing was ragged. Heat was emanating from his body again but this time in a dangerous way. He glared at you, "You won't tell anyone-"

"I promise I'll n-"

"If I have any doubt I won't hesitate to get rid of you" he said in a husky voice

You raised your eyebrows at him "Are you threatening me now ?!?" you crossed your arms over your chest despite the proximity with Dabi "It was to others that you used to say that"

He clenched his jaw staring into your eyes while you sighed "You know I don't care if I have to call you Dabi or the other name. I don't care if you changed or if you're hidding the one you once were"

He kept looking intently at you. If you were to be any other person on this planet he would have either walked away or killed you on the spot. But you're not. You're his significant other and he loves you so he kept listening

"If you want we can never speak about it again and do as if nothing-"

"It's too late for this. Now that you know... I can't-"

"Yes you can ! You know me-"

"Precisely... look I need time. It's better if I just go" he started to back away from you

You weren't the type to cry but this was close and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and starting to burn them. But there was nothing you could do and you did nothing. You let him go. After all you knew he loved you and so did he. Deep down you both knew that he would find his way back to you... when he'll be ready

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A/n : I think I'll write more angst for now ! I'm excited for the sequel ! I hope you guys liked it ! 🍋🌿 Again my requests are open 🔥💙

Taglist : @malfoyscamander, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

[thehusbandoden]

Burnt -Dabi x Reader

A/n: felt angsty lol. I'll write an alternative ending or maybe a second part soon~! <3

General info:

Genre: pure angst \\ wc: 1,224 \\ posted: 01/03/2024

Summary: you gave the love of your life too many chances already. But this time? He crossed a line.. a line that should have never been crossed.

Warnings!: pure angst, no happy ending, spoilers of Dabi's backstory, Dabi's real name, arguing, toxicity, crying, mention of blood, suggested abusive childhood, trauma, gaslighting, manipulating, being badly insulted, being unable to apologize, flinching, being physically harmed, break up, shame, guilt, annd I think that's it! Pls let me know if I miss anything! <33

Alternative Ending- More Than Life Itself (Dw he doesn't get away with it, but it's fluff/comfort!)

Hurt coursed through your being as you glared at your beloved, biting your lip in pent up anger. “Why can’t you just trust me?! I’m not going to hurt you Touya!”  

“Do not call me Touya.” He growled, his hands clenching into fists. “You’ve done nothing but use me. All you ever care about is yourself, you’re a lazy, selfish, manipulative, and flat-out disgusting woman.”  

You open your mouth to retort, but quickly close it, shocked at his words. You only want him to be happy. All you do is provide love, support, shelter, and safety for him. You haven’t left him no matter how many times he’s insulted, manipulated, or gaslit you.  

You gave him shelter in your own home, no matter the risks of police, heroes, or other villains. You sat there as he yelled at you, insulted you, and belittled you.  

But... this? 

This was too far.  

“Do you mean all that?” You murmur, your eyes lowering to the floor. Your lip started to tremble.  

Dabi sneered. “Yes. Every single bit of it.” His turquoise eyes were filled with pure hatred.  

“Then just leave me.” You murmur, your hands shaking.  

“What did you say?” Dabi scoffed.  

“If I’m such a terrible person, just leave me and find someone better.” You spit, your e/c orbs filling with tears.  

“Are you really crying? Pathetic. Maybe I will... I’ll find someone who’s a lot better. She’ll be gorgeous, loving, selfless, and best of all- completely opposite of you.” Dabi snickered, pulling his black combat boots on.  

You don’t say anything. A few tears strayed down your face. Dabi scoffed. “Good.” You whisper. 

Rolling his eyes, Dabi pulls on his long leather jacket and his large backpack stored with all his belongings. He came home only a few hours ago... you tried to tell yourself to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help it... 

“Did you ever even love me?” You whisper, a few more tears joining the first.  

Dabi paused, his turquoise orbs moving to the floor. He doesn’t say anything, hardly even breathing. Silence envelops the two of you for a few moments before he speaks. “I... don’t love anything. Or anyone.”  

More tears fell.  

“So what? I was just- a- a game?” Your voice shook. Your control began to tremble.  

“You were something to pass time.” He muttered, running a large hand through his black hair. “Nothing more.”  

A choked sob broke through your lips. “Nothing? Nothing else at all?”  

“Yes. You were nothing but a stress relief.”  

A second sob followed the first. You could have sworn you saw Dabi’s sneer falter for a mere second.  

“What? Did you really think I could love someone like you?!”  

“Just go. I would wish you misery-” your voice cracks, “-but you’re already cursed. You break whomever and whatever is around you. You destroyed us and you destroyed your fam-" -a loud smack echoed across the room. Everything but you and Dabi’s heavy breathing were heard.  

You stared at the floor, your cheek burning. You couldn’t believe that the man you once loved and trusted could ever do something like this... he was not only cursed- but a liar at that.   

Biting your lip, your tearful eyes meet Dabi’s cold ones. No one other than you wouldn’t be able to tell how he was truly feeling. But you knew that his eyes were full of regret, guilt, and shame. But he wouldn’t apologize. He never would.  

“Get out.” You whisper, clenching your hands into fists. Dabi’s mouth opened ever so slightly.  

“What did you say?” He asked softly.  

“I said get out.” You demand. Tears fell down your face, making your cheek sting further. You silently cursed at your vulnerability.  

“Oh, come on y/n- it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Dabi protested, reaching out to hold you. He was gaslighting you. Again.  

“No! It was that bad! You didn’t only slap me Dabi, you burned me.” Dabi froze, your words finally pulling himself out of his delusional state. His eyes widened as he eyed your bruising cheek- it was not only bruising but burned.  

His face fell in horror. He subconsciously reached his hand to your cheek. You flinch, and he slowly falls apart.  

“Y-y/n- I-I...”  

“Get out. Now.” Your gorgeous e/c orbs hardened in rage, and he finally realized how serious you were.  

“O-okay... I’ll go.” He murmured, moving his heartbroken orbs to the floor. “I don’t want to see you again. Ever.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself.  

“E-ever?”  

“Ever. You crossed a line, Dabi.”  

Dabi froze as he heard you call him his villain's name... you always called him Touya... you were serious. He yearned to apologize, to hold you in his arms as he coos at you, to fix everything he ruined.  

His body jerked forward, but he didn’t budge. Opening his mouth, he inwardly screamed at himself to just- do it. The words were at the tip of his tongue. 

Memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes- the screaming, the insults, the endless apologies left ignored, or even punished. Something inside him snapped and he just- broke.  

“Good. I’m glad. I’ll be much better without your pathetic self weighing me down.” He sneered, pushing you aside, sending you scrawling to the floor. “You’re pathetic. Did you think that I loved you?!”  

Another sob broke from your lips. “Out.” 

“Y’know what? Why should I? You get out. I’m staying.”  

“I pay for this apartment Dabi! I buy the groceries, pay the bills, buy the furniture, pay for the repairs- this is my place!”  

“And I’m going to stay. Now either shut up and deal or leave.” Dabi growled. You glared at the man, your fingernails digging into your palms.  

“Dabi- leave. You’ve overstayed your welcome. Not only have you physically harmed me- whom you swore to protect, but you’ve insulted, belittled, and totally disrespected me. I want you out of my apartment by-” you were interrupted by Dabi tightly grabbing your arms, his flames burning into your flesh. Hissing in pain, you push Dabi to the ground. He lets out a loud curse before shooting back up to his feet, glaring at you. His hardened eyes involuntarily softened as he met your teary eyes. His heart stung as he watched you fall into yourself, sobbing.  

Dabi kneeled to the floor, trying to make eye contact with you. “Listen y/n... I-”  

“Leave! Go! I don’t want you or your apology! Leave or I will!” You sob, gripping onto your shirt tightly.  

Dabi’s cold, broken, and at most times invisible heart- shattered.  

He did this to you. He was a monster... he was just like Endeavor.  

Nodding, Dabi stood up. He turned away, walking towards the door. He glanced at you once more before walking out. He could hear your sobs as he closed your front door. He clenched his hands into fists. After a few moments of listening to your wails of betrayal, lost, and hurt, he couldn’t take it anymore.  

He threw a punch to his cheek, cursing himself out as he walked away. Blood streamed from his eyes; his burnt tear ducts burning in agony as his body attempted to cry. 

He insulted you.  

He lied to you.  

He broke you.  

He burnt you.  

And the worst part? 

There was nothing he could do to fix it. 

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Alternative Ending- More Than Life Itself (Dw he doesn't get away with it, but it's fluff/comfort!)

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[amive2567]

Shalom! Can I please order a ☕️🧋With Sick Dabi? Thanks!

Ingredients: Sick Dabi x Reader (they/them)

Contains: breakups, minor violence (no one gets really hurt), hurtful words, swearing, arguments, Dabi is sick, ungretfulness,

Summary: Dabi is sick, but what if his ungratefulness takes the most precious thing from him?

Words: 1626

Type of order: Cupcake (Oneshot), coffee (angst), Bubble tea (request)

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A/N: Thank you so much for your order. I hope it's to your liking. The sickness got a bit forgotten towards the end, but I hope you still like it. 💕

The day at work was stressful. Customers were storming in and out, you had barely any break. You simply wanted to come home, eat something from your favorite delivery service, and perhaps cuddle on the couch with Dabi while watching a movie. Of course, if he sneaked into your flat.

You turn your key in the lock to finally enter your home. “Argh, finally.” you groaned as you got rid of your shoes. The house was quiet, just how you liked it. You placed your keys in your gorgeous key bowl, which Dabi created for your first anniversary. You approached the living room with delicate steps, not expecting to see him, yet there he was. His black hair adhered to his sweaty forehead. Every now and then a whine fell from his lips. You were beyond worried, never in your entire relationship was Dabi sick. Not even after you both dashed home in the pouring rain in the dead of winter. You approached your boyfriend with quiet steps. With a gentle movement, you laid your hand on his forehead to feel if he has a fever. Just as you thought, he was boiling.

Dabi grabbed your arm and yanked it from his brow in a split second. “Leave me alone,” he growled, visibly annoyed. “Ok, I will prepare some soup for you,” you whispered. You attempted to kiss him on his hot cheeks, but he just turned around. Well, he was annoyed by his sickness, so you didn't pay any mind to it. He just had a bad time now, it will be better if he rested enough and ate something. The kitchen was still a mess from breakfast this morning, you had to leave in a rush and Dabi headed to somewhere you didn’t know. Before you could prepare the soup you had to clean this mess. Good for Dabi so he could rest even more. With a faint smile on your lips, you cleaned the dishes, the counters and prepared the ingredients.

After some hours the soup was finally finished. You put all your love and heart into it, you hoped that Dabi loved this soup. He always adores your cooking, so why shouldn’t he? Finishing the last decorative elements, in the form of chopped seaweed, you put the bowl of soup and a glass of water on a tray, which was usually used for breakfast in bed. “Dabs, I am finished. Do you want to try a bit? Maybe it will help.” you asked calmly. He growled. You weren’t sure what this meant so you asked again. “Do you want to try my soup?” “Fuck off Y/N. I don’t need your stupid soup. I don’t need your help.” he barked and slapped the tray out of your hold. The bowl fell loudly on the new gray carpet, and the hot soup splashed on your thighs. Burning pain made you gasp, but you ignored it. The shock of his words hurt more than the hot soup per se. “I will get something to clean up,” you mumbled quietly.

You vanished into the bathroom and got some towels from the cupboard. As you wanted to enter the living room your steps came to a hold. Dabi was talking with someone. His voice was not as deep as always, because of his sniff, but he still sounded angry and annoyed. “Shiggy, you won’t believe it. They made me a soup. It probably tastes like piss, like all their cooking. They are so useless. This stupid behavior really pisses me off. It's so annoying. I need to hang up, Y/N is probably almost back to clean their mess, they are useless as I said. See ya.”

Tears were running down your cheeks. You could barely manage to hold your cries. You were already insecure so why did he have to bash on it? Why all of the sudden? Have you done something wrong? Did he only use you? You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down, even though you were boiling with hurt and anger. With a swift movement, you wiped your tears away. You entered the living room.

Dabi just put his phone away, as you entered. “Can I ask you something?” you whispered, attempting not to anger him even more. “You already did.” He snorted and rolled his eyes. “What did I do to you, to make you so angry?” You quickly got up and walked to the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow behind your back. “Are you stupid? You are just an annoyance, you are useless and just utterly stupid. I don’t need someone like you in my life. You’re selfish and only do something for me when you feel like it, not when I need it. This whole relationship is just for my benefit. I used you, you stupid girl.” His smoky voice grew louder with every word. And with his words came new tears. They were now running down your cheeks like little rivers, your voice shivered as you answered. “Get out, I don’t want to see you ever again. How could you just act like you love me and give me such lovely gifts? You faked it all. You asshole. You're dead to me.” You hit Dabi with the towel you used to wipe up the soup. With each punch, your insults to him grew louder. Dabi was used to worse, so he just stood there and waited until you were exhausted. “I am going then,'' he said nonchalantly, like nothing of this argument mattered to him.

As the door closed with a loud thud, you broke down. Tears of rage and despair streamed down your chin and dropped on the slanted floor. The pain inside of your chest was unbearable. All of those years, for nothing. Every “I love you” was fake. Every breakfast in bed was fake. Every date you both went on was fake. He only used you, like some doll. Just like he always had called you. You slammed your fist into the ground until the skin of your knuckles grew bloody. The pain and betrayal you felt couldn't be formed into words. It just felt as if someone had ripped your kind and loving heart out.

At the same time, Dabi tried to get himself down the stairs, but due to his sickness, he had to sit down in front of your door. The apartment building was cold, not like your cozy apartment. He hated himself for his stupid words, nothing of it was true, but his insecurities got the better of him. “Damn it,” he swore loudly. You were just too good for him, too kind, and way too great, but he didn’t want you to be involved in his criminal actions. His head began to spin as he continued to curse himself. Before he passed out he typed Shigaraki a short message. “Don’t need to get me, I'll stay.” After he pressed on ‘sent’ the world grew dark around him.

The next morning you awoke in the middle of the kitchen. The whole crying got you so tired that you passed out on the cold floor. You felt as if you hadn’t slept at all, besides that your back was also hurting. With a deep breath, you started your horrible day. The pain of yesterday was still too present. You got dressed in your sports clothes as you wanted to go jogging, to forget this horrible feeling. But as you opened your front door, the sleeping Dabi fell onto your feet. Even though you wanted to be angry at him and ignore him, your pity for him was bigger. You wanted to kick your ass, for your next move. With a gentle pat on his head, you woke him up. “Dabi, get in my flat and sleep there. It’s more comfortable.” He looked up at you with tired eyes. “Mhm.” he only grumbled, as he got up.

Without a word, he entered your flat. You snort but follow him back inside. As you closed the door, Dabi finally spoke up. “I am deeply sorry about yesterday,” he mumbled. You crossed your arms above your chest and raised an eyebrow. “I won’t accept your apology. What you said yesterday really hurt my feelings and at the moment I am too angry at you to believe you. You said you used me, how could I trust you with your words now.” you said coldly. He nodded sadly. Well, he knew that you wouldn’t believe his apology. “Please let Shigaraki take care of you and leave. We need a break. First I have to build up trust again. I loved you, really, but you hurt me too much to let you stay in my life at the moment. Maybe we will get back together and if not then not.” Your voice shivered, but you didn’t want to cry about it now. Dabi only nodded and went straight to the door, but before he left he said something that made you regret your choice. “To be honest, all of it was a lie. I would never use you. I love you way too much, to ever betray you, but I am not a good person. You shouldn’t be involved in my crimes. I somehow wanted to protect the most precious thing in my life by destroying it completely. I knew that this would be a decision that would destroy my life, but t’s better that you are safe now instead of me being selfish. I will always love you, no matter what. I hope you will have a good time. I hope we will meet again.” He left your flat and took your heart with him. He would always be your first and last love.

[the-dawn-star]

I came across your dabi teen reader with Sh scars and I wanted to ask if it’s ok, could you maybe write one where he finds them in the bathroom relapsing, it doesn’t have to be detailed and if this is over stepping a boundary I’m extremely sorry and I will not be mad if you delete this ask because it’s your boundary. But if you do write it could you basically do it where dabi is maybe comforting reader because I’m kinda in need for that type of comfort? If it that’s totally fine like I said.

A/N: I know this took quite a while and I’m sorry for that. I just personally felt weird writing about this topic for a while. This kind of content can be comforting when you have these moments, but I hope this can comfort you!

 -S

+100ish words. This is a bit short, but I wanted to make these quite general and not very detailed.  

TW/CW: Self harming!! Relapsing! Talk of cleaning wounds and stuff but nothing very detailed.  

This is a list of some mental health hot lines! HERE!! It's not very comprehensive but it's one that I found.

The week had been a rough one. It had been too much.  

Dabi had known for a while of your self harming and had been supportive of you trying to get better/quitting (as much as he knew how to be).  

So, Dabi finding you relapsing will kind of send him into a panic mode. (Meaning cleaning any wounds and bandaging them up, getting you out of the bathroom to the couch and covering you with blankets.)  

After Dabi gets everything cleaned up and you calmed down, he will come to sit next to you holding you gently. 

Possible questions of what caused your relapse will happen later, but Dabi won’t push you to answer and stuff if you really don’t want to.  

Dabi isn’t the best possible person to open up about stuff like this but God dammit he will try his best and truly the man will do whatever it is to make you happy and healthy. 

[white-poppie]

𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻

Part 1:  S♡ul-mate

Characters: Dabi x Gn! reader  

Genre: ANGST, Soulmate-au

Warnings: blood, death, family issue, gore, violence, vomiting

Writer: @ white-poppie  

A/N: Reader is a civilian, more specifically a medical student with a Claw-quirk. They have retractable claws like lion.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

They say even hell forgives those who turned due to  pain, but heaven doesn’t let them become the patron saint of someone’s demise. 

So they just linger, hauntingly, between the crevices and cracks of the earth. In places where the freaks rule, in places where people who never truly received love roam.

Dabi shared an uncanny appearance with his mother, he carried her tenderness and her insanity too. They both had the same eyes; exhausted, tired. But his rage, his mother never wore rage--it is something that he got from the wretched old man of his.

The anger that turned him into a monster, a walking morgue.

“Y/n,” he repeated the name like it was a chant. Skin burning where they had touched in the dream; his hands. Those scabbard and blood clad hands. Dream was a different thing, to see an abomination like him in real life? They would run away.

‘I don’t mind Dabi at all, he is just a product of this gangrenous society who failed to protect Touya.’

“Fuck,” he breathed out shakily, hands shivering from the burden of being so vulnerable with someone. 

He walked up to the lavatory, splashing water on his face, he stared at his dull reflection, tired and sleepless, for he was too scared to sleep and face you again, he would rather be awake. But now his body was begging him to rest, limbs straining under the weight of his misery.

He let out a growl and smashed his fist into the mirror. The shimmering shards fell down like cosmic dust in the dark, abandoned motel: his home.

Crimson blood stained his knuckles. He shook his hand and dried it with his towel and climbed in his bed. What is a little blood anyway? The last thing he heard was the sound of his heart palpating against his ribs as he fell into a deep slumber.

“Touya,” he heard his name being whispered like the most tender thing in the world. He could almost feel how their lips parted as they spoke the syllables.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the scene, the marbled background over his head. He was laying down. A presence was beside him, they sat next to him, a watery-smile etched on their face. A little melancholic, a little forced, a little painful.

He sat upright and looked at them, savoring the contour of their face. He wanted to remember all of it like it was something he would see everyday.

“Y/N,” he said, but a faint rasp, his hand automatically cupped their face, thumb rubbing circles on the apple of their cheek.

“You are killing me,” you choked out, “does it bring you joy to see me tormented?”

“No. No, never,” he gulped and shook his head, chest heaving up and down, ”I’m just scared y’know, not used to being so close to someone. To let my walls down.”

“You don’t have to act strong around me,” you pressed your forehead against his, “let your guard down for once, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you--ever again.”

“Pretty big words coming from a doctor with a villain as a soulmate,” he laughed, his breath hitting your face like the warmth of cocoa on a winter day.

“Villains aren’t born Touya, they are made, and I won’t forgive anyone who did this to you,” you pulled away, but your touch lingered. Your eyes fell on his bloody hand and a gasp left your throat.

You cradled his much larger palm in yours, examining the bruise, “did you hit someone before falling asleep?”

“Something,” he corrected, “punched the mirror.”

You huffed and flicked his forehead, “Idiot, I told you that I would take care of you when others hurt you. Now I have to take care of you when you hurt yourself too.”

His cerulean eyes suddenly fell dead serious. Like gentle lapping of tides against the land, “Y/N..may I...kiss you?” The words felt bitter on his tongue. He was sure you would decline, it had been barely two days you had known him.

“Touya,” you laughed, “why’d you even ask?” His eyes widened in surprised.

“Even though we have known each other for the least time; our souls are entangled, we can never be unloved by each other,” you whispered.

It was euphoric how your lips interlocked perfectly, drawled and soft lingers like a whispered-curse echoing in your mind, making you crave for more. It was like all the circuits in your brain had fused and you were becoming putty under Dabi's gentle caresses.

When he pulled away you didn't feel breathless, it felt so natural that the kiss was supposedly like a gentle gust of air.

You felt the realm fading away, an indicator that your time was up

“I want to meet you in real life,” you answered, “when, Touya?”

“Tomorrow,” he said, “4 PM, near the twilight motel.” Were the last words you heard as you were forced into awareness.

You checked your outfit in the mirror for what seemed like the nth time, heart pulsing in your chest; you were beyond nervous or happy--you were petrified yet elated. Locking the door of your house behind you, you checked the time on your phone-- 3:35 PM, you had enough time to reach.

The abandoned building of twilight motel was a walking distance from your house, you just had to cross through the city centre. 

It was eerie how awfully quiet the area was. You could hear your breath echo from within the surrounding buildings. Where was everyone?

Before you could even let out a scream, you felt yourself being pushed into the glass of one of the buildings, a strangled gasp left your throat and eyes blurred while you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

A hero, oh no. You were caught up in a conflict with no escape. “Run!” the hero shouted just as he suffered another hit from the villain who payed no mind to you. 

Your legs were awfully numb as you tried crawling way from the fight. A little more, towards the main road, then you would be safe. You stood up and picked your pace, ears ringing in fear and desperation. You couldn’t hear the car honk that came towards you, flashing lights that danced in your vision as your eyes widened...

and

then

it 

felt

awfully

warm

Touya was beyond scared when you didn’t come even when it was around 5 PM. His mind revolted yet his legs were carrying him out at this point. This area was clad with lowly scums who would pounce on any docile prey such as yourself.

He checked around the alleys, to find nothing but rats. He went back to his room to get a jacket and covered himself up till his neck, he ran towards the city centre. Eyes meeting with a crowd of unruly passers, all gathered up whispering around something. His heart dropped to his stomach, sweat formed in his hands and yet he walked towards the people, shuffling a bit inside, apologizing for bumping into people.

As he reached the centre of the hoard, bile rose to his stomach and he felt like vomiting. He kept a hand on his mouth to avoid barfing, tremors ran throughout his body and his knees were close to buckling. 

To think the first time Dabi would have seen in you in real life would be the last time too.

People like him don’t deserve a soft epilogue. People like him drag everyone around them, down. Burn to dust. It was his fault, all his fault. He was going to make the heroes pay.

He walked away from the people and saw you being carried into a ambulance. Entering one of the alleys he puked into one of the dumpsters, eyes burning with rage and tears that streamed down. He slid down a wall, sobs echoing from between the walks, hands shivering and throat hoarse from screaming.

Guess some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

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Left behind

Dabi x gn!Reader

Warnings: injured reader

Word count: 289

Notes: Dabi has to make a decision when you're badly injured.

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Cradling your beaten body in his arms, Dabi could hear the sirens blaring only a few blocks away. His mind was racing, feverishly trying to come up with a better plan than this. The small-fry hero, whose name Dabi had never even heard before, had gotten to you before he could, a fight you couldn't win had ensued between the two of you and now you were laying in his arms, bleeding profusely and unconscious, the so-called hero not more than a few particles of ash left for the wind to carry away. Dabi breathed out a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Your own quirk really betrayed you. You were gifted with a healing quirk that neither helped you to defend yourself nor to heal your own wounds.

The police cars were threatening to come closer, and Dabi had no other choice. If he took you with him, you would be a goner without doubt, bleeding out on the way to the hideout, possibly slowing him down and getting both of you arrested. Dabi wanted you to be safe for the time being. He wanted to at least have a chance to see you again without both of you rotting away in jail cells or you dying on him. He'd have to leave you behind.

Softly kissing your forehead and promising you to come get you before he carefully laid your unmoving body down on the ground, he took off running, his heart aching in his chest. This was the hardest decision he had to make in his life, but if he ever wanted you to make it, he'd have to let them take you into a hospital and break you out once you were fully healed.