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Runaways - BNHA

pairing - dabi x reader

ongoing series, chapter 1

word count - 8,608

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“ goodnight, sun “

The night was crisp and caliginous, dark navy blues tattered and faded at the edge of the sky, bleeding into a black that swallowed even the glow of the stars. She exhaled deep and heavy, watching wisps sheer grey of smoke float into the atmosphere, twirling into an oblivion, dying in the wind as it curled towards the moon.

Winter is unforgiving, she thought to herself, feeling its chill find home in her bones, constricting her lungs as the falling snow kissed all over her body. The lightweight, open front sweater did little to shield her from the overbearing cold, snow melting into the tightly knitted fabric, leaving behind damp spots of icy water to freeze over her numb skin. The tank top under the garment did little to nothing to isolate what little body heat she had left.

Her hands shook as she took one last drag of the cigarette, then finally, after 15 minutes outside in the winter ridden city of hosu, she put it out on the back of her hand and stuffed the bud in the back pocket of her jeans; she may be a lot of things, but a litterbug isn’t one of them. She rounded the corner of the 24 hour diner, out of the cramped alleyway and walked into said building. The bell dinged as she shuffled into the warm building, tapping the tip of her snow covered vans on the doormat before plopping down into the booth at the far corner of the establishment.

Seeing as it was nearing four in the morning, there wasn’t any other people there, which the girl was thankful for. She didn’t think that she could handle having to hear the obnoxious slurring and shouting of the local drunkards tonight; they usually found their way to this specific place around this time, probably too out of it to find their own homes, or maybe they were kicked out by their families, who she figured were far by tired of their alcoholic husbands and fathers. She knows good and well how frustrating those people could be.

She turned to the left, looking out the large windows to observe the city. Not many places were still open, as most all the lights were off and there were barely any cars parked on the side of the road. Everything looked still, covered in a striking white that blinded; only the streetlamps offered fleeting light, flickering warm yellow, a mockery of the sun as the light reflected off the ice crystals and straight into her tired eyes.

She groaned quietly to herself, tearing her pupils away from the fogged glass and stared, empty and exhausted, at the table in front of her. She wasn’t sure how much time passed until a coffee was sat on the clean surface, straight under her nose, a few packets of sugar and cream tossed right beside it. Her lips twitched into somewhat of a small smile, but it was more of a grimace than anything else. She shifted her gaze towards the familiar waitress standing at the end of the table, hands on her hips, expression bored, the flicker of worry in the older woman’s eyes was as clear as day.

“I’ll be right back with your food, honey. Any special requests today, or just the usual?”

The girl took a deep breath through her nose, before letting her expression relax into a tired stare. “The usual is fine, thank you.” She mumbled, voice soft and raspy, worn down into something she wished she didn’t recognize. The waitress nodded her head wordlessly, sauntering back behind the counter to where she’d make her food.

All the while, she made quick work of the sugar on the table, tearing all five packets open at once and pouring them in the dark, steaming beverage. She pushed the cream aside with a lazy swipe of her hand, stirring her drink then taking a few gulps.

‘Fuck, that’s hot!’

She bit her lip as she placed the coffee back down infront of her, curling her fingers around the mug; at first her cold fingers stung, throbbing at the sudden heat, before the pain unraveled to a warmth she felt herself melt into. The girl tilted her head down, a dull ache shooting through the curve of her shoulders as she slouched, but she ignored it, blowing softly into her coffee to cool it. The ripples in the inky liquid was hypnotic, relaxing in a way she didn’t expect. Maybe she could nod off, just for a little bit… just until her food was ready…

Her arms straighten a bit, sliding the mug across the table but not letting it go - the warmth was too good to let go of - so she clutched the white ceramic lightly, ever so slowly leaning her head down towards the table, thinking of how nice a short nap would be; besides, now that her headache had dulled somewhat, she might be lucky enough to finally get some shut eye. Maybe she wouldn’t have any nightmares, either. Maybe she would finally sleep deep enough to withstand her own headspace.

Just as her forehead grazed the cold surface of the table, the bell on the door dinged, loud and shrill and piercing in her ears. She jerked up at the soul shattering noise, headache crashing back onto her brain like waves on the shore; it felt like her skull cracked under the pressure of her own consciousness. Hot coffee spilled over the rim and down her fingers, now tingling in the worst way possible, burning through her skin, down to the very bone.

Okay, maybe she was being a bit dramatic, but still. That shit hurted.

She decided to glare towards the perpetrator, and there he was, right at the opening of the door as it closed behind him, the bell slowing until the ringing finally stopped. The only noise left in the diner was the sound of the waitress shuffling around in the exposed kitchen, and the quiet curses the woman let fly as she mopped up the spilled coffee with napkins. She shot him glares in between drawn out seconds, and she saw the bastard smirk when he caught her in the harmless act.

The diner was empty. Absolutely, completely, utterly empty; barren of any other life whatsoever, every table wiped clean and ready for the taking. This man could’ve chose to sit anywhere, and yet, he walks towards her.

She is glaring down at the pile of sopping wet napkins in front of her when she hears his heavy footfalls on the tiled floor, but she kept her gaze locked on the table for her life, as if she would die the second they made eye contact. But he wasn’t walking away, towards the opposite end of the diner like any sane person would’ve done, as the woman obviously didn’t want company; no, he was walking directly towards her table. She could feel his gaze on the crown of her head as he only got closer, closer, closer, until she heard the distinct plop of himself on the cushion on the set of booths directly in front of her own.

‘Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look-’

‘...’

‘Damn it.’

Well, she looked up, that much can be said. Her fists clenched themselves of their own volition, knuckles white with the pressure of his stare. The man went as far as sitting in the seat with its back towards the door, so he was face to face with the woman. He just sat there, arms propped up on the table, eyebrows pulled up just the slightest bit, nose scrunched and lips pulled in the most smug look she’s ever seen in her life.

His hair is spiked and unruly, pin straight and as dark as the night that lingers outside; his skin is pale, almost sickly, almost translucent; there’s scarring under his eyes and around his jaw, taking up almost the entire bottom half of his face, kind of like he stuck his head in a fire and let it burn for awhile. There’s holes all across where skin meets scar, where she thought piercings would be - but it’s far too cold to wear metal on your face in this weather, it’d give you frostbite the moment you stepped outside.

But, what really caught her attention was his eyes, blue like she’s never really seen before; electric and dark and alive, it was like his gaze was seering her skin - leaving her open and raw and terrified. A shiver ran up her spine, violent and visible, and that only widened his grin.

Before either of the two had a chance to say anything, a heaping plate of steaming food was placed gently before her. “I made you some extra. You better eat this up, honey. You’re gettin’ too bony for a girl your age, right? I’ll come back to refill'n ya coffee’n a minute.”

As she walked away, the girl looked down at the plate. It had everything; eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, hash browns, toast, a croissant. And on another plate, a chocolate chip pancake with a melting chunk of butter on top sat, pretty and delicious and waiting to be eaten.

It’s really too bad that she didn’t have an appetite anymore; her stomach already felt uncomfortably full, heavy with anxious nerves and a growing nausea. She finally unclenched her fists, her palms an angry red, imprinted with crescent moons, thanks to her fingernails. She took a breath, tapping the pads of her fingers on the table beside the plates, then picking up the still dripping mug and taking a sip. It was now lukewarm at best.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Aren’t you gonna eat all that?”

The woman’s head snapped up at the lazy drawl of his voice, deep and feathery all the same. She said nothing.

“How was that coffee? Or did you spill it all before you had the chance to drink it?”

Taunting.

He was taunting her.

She locked eyes with the male, the need to hide away from his burning gaze overruled by the want to feed him a taste of his own bitter medicine. She raised the almost empty ceramic to her mouth, licking her lips slowly, before sipping as loudly and obnoxiously as she possibly could, all while staring him down with the coldest, lackluster expression she could muster.

As much as she wanted to walk out that door and never be seen again, as much as her skin burned with an embarrassment she couldn’t quite keep down, she felt particularly shitty today, so she wasn’t nice enough to let him have the pleasure of scaring her off. Still sipping, she crossed her legs, rested her elbow on the table, and squinted.

It was a long thirty seconds later that she sat the mug down, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, holding back the glower she could feel trying to pull at her face. She was convinced that if she kept eye contact any longer, she might turn to ash, but she held out. She was too spiteful, in all honesty.

The bastard raised his hand and snorted, rolling his eyes before they found their way back to her own, the words try me, bitch unsaid, but he might as well have shouted them by how clear the message was.

Suddenly, she slammed her hands flat on the tables surface, standing up, throwing him the bird and walking away; out of the safe warmth of the indoors, and into the trembling hands of winter’s night. No, she didn’t pay. She only hoped the waitress understood.

“What the fuck was that about?”

She mumbled angrily to herself as she checked her phone, eyebrows furrowed. The bright numbers lit up as 5:09 A.M., along with a string of texts from her older sister. The girl sighed, cold and alone, leaning on the outside of a shitty diner in a snowstorm at ungodly hours. She would’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt to do so.

It’s been about a month since she left home. A month of going from shelter to shelter, a month of sleeping on park benches and cement, a month of stealing so she wouldn’t starve to death; though, she wouldn’t really mind dying that much either, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. She’s cities away from the house she grew up in, and now, in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers who couldn’t give less of a shit about her, she could almost breathe.

No more abuse. No more expectations. No more hiding. Even if she is barely surviving, it’s the best she’s been in all her life. She’d much rather sleep in the streets than under that roof, in that house, in the same place as those people.

That’s why, looking at the notifications of her sisters texts, she scoffed. She didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to hear anything from anyone who sided with that devil of a man. She’ll die before she willingly goes back to that house.

The woman was so absorbed in her thoughts, she barely heard the annoying ring of the bell as the door creaked open, barely heard the crunching of snow as he neared her.

The male burped. “thanks for the meal.”

She visibly jumped, almost dropping her phone, then stuffing it away in her pocket to look at the man who so rudely made her spill her drink just a few minutes ago. She sighed again, not having the energy to put up any kind of act now. She killed herself over with the thoughts that blew threw her mind, haunting her like some kind of ghost.

She looked up at him, shaking her head as a reply. “Do you need something, or..?”

The ravenette took his hands out of his pockets, crossing them over his chest. He observed the drooping of her eyelids, taking a moment to translate the woman’s mumble, then shrugged. “No, not really.”

But, in actuality, that was a big, fat, juicy lie; she knew that much. Her eyes narrowed; everybody wants something, and he is no exception.

She really, really, really didn’t have the means to entertain whoever the hell this guy was. She let everything go and glowered, not specifically at the man standing before her, but to the world in general.

“Lets skip whatever kind of small talk you’re trying to have with me, and just tell me what the fuck it is that you want.”

There was a silence that hung in the air, thick and palpable in her hands. She turned her side to him, taking a pack out of her pocket, and plucked a cigarette between her lips, lighting it. She took a drag.

Then, two.

Then, three.

She peeked at him from the corner of her eye.

He was wearing a tattered black jacket, a large white v-necked shirt underneath, and black jeans that tucked into a pair chunky boots - much more prepared for the cold weather than she could ever hope to be. He was tall - taller than her, at least, and kind of skinny. Now that he wasn’t wearing that annoying smirk, his resting face was… uncanny, to say the least. The corner of his lips turned down naturally, almost pouting, but not quite. His eyes looked as bored as they could be, the flickering blue that his iris was now dull and far away. It’s almost like he left for a moment, to a place far, far away from here. She shivered again, from the cold, maybe, or maybe not. There was a shell of a man standing beside her, who seemed to die mid conversation. The woman had a feeling she should be worried, but she wasn’t. Not really, because she does the same thing sometimes; it’s odd, is all, to see it from an outsiders point of view.

She turned back around to face him, keeping quiet, for whatever reason. No reaction from him. She raised her shaking hand carefully, hesitantly. Even when those eyes weren’t on her, she could feel how they scorched - could feel as they tore apart everything they saw, processing and scrutinizing and dark with some kind of intangible fog. In her other hand, sitting snugly between her fingers, the cigarette slowly burned itself to nothing.

Her hand made contact with his cheek, where skin and scars met, flesh so cold it almost stung - she tapped him a few times, then rested lightly on his cheekbone. Under her palm, she could feel the blistered skin shift as his mouth quirked upwards curiously, electric eyes glancing down at her with the same sheen of arrogant amusement as before.

He took his time finding his words, letting the ambiance of their surroundings fill the silence. The woman looked dazed for a moment, caught up in the thorns of her thoughts, snapping out of it when she felt the cigarette being taken from her other hand, his skin contorting under her hand as he pursed his lips around the stick - taking a drag and blowing the smoke in her face. She yanked her hand away, stumbling back a few steps, catching herself before she fell onto the snow-covered pavement.

“Didn’t take you as one to be so forward, short stuff. Guess looks can deceive, huh?” his voice lilted, tilting his head as he breathed in the chemicals.

She turned around, dragging her feet through the snow and hugging her arms around herself. Why did she do that? God, why did she do that? He probably did that on purpose, looking so dead and cold underneath the artificial lights of the diner, just to get a reaction out of her. She doesn’t even know this guy, she doesn’t know who he is or what he’s like or what he’s been up to. For all she knew, he could be a murderer, and she could be his next victim. He could be the most horrible, awful person on the planet, and she just touched him as if she knew the man her whole life. Who does that?

Shaking her head, she huffed, watching her breath come out into a white puff in the chilly air. She couldn’t think about this right now. Currently, she had to return to the shelter she was staying at, get her stuff, and promptly exit the vicinity, lest she get kicked out for stealing. She had to get busy finding a place to stay, because she really didn’t want to sleep outside in weather like this.

This is the consequence of her own rash decisions, she knew; though that didn’t stop her from complaining to herself every chance she got. Self pity truly is an ugly thing, isn’t it?

The male watched her as she walked away, flickering underneath the blinking streetlight and fading into the darkness that comes with night. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, licking his lips to taste the mango chapstick that she apparently wore.

He put it out, tossing it to the ground and stuffing his hands into his pockets, quietly tailing the female as she walked. His eyes never left her frame, slanted and calculating her movements so well, even in the dark.

‘So this is who he wants to get his hands on.’

The woman grunted as she shifted the backpack up on her spine, straps digging into her shoulders and weighing her down.

It was a nice quality leather bag, roomy inside with multiple hidden pockets; the leather itself was soft and worn, a nice creamy brown color that faded white in some places from wear. It looked like something straight out of a movie, vintage and perfect - far too beautiful to belong to that shitty old man of hers. This was his favorite bag, he always took it with him when he’d be gone for days at a time. It still smelled of dusty cedar and the shitty four-in-one shower gel he’d get. He’d miss it more than he’d miss his own goddamned daughter, probably.

She couldn’t help but grin bitterly at the thought.

The sun had risen hours ago, and the snowstorm quieted into soft flurries that rained down every now and then. Her shoes were long by soaked through, and her toes were numb and most likely purple from how cold they were. There’s nothing worse than walking in the flattest shoes ever made, with cold, wet socks to match. And yet, despite the burning freeze that ate her up slowly from the outside in, she kept going.

Trudging along on the sidewalk, keeping her head down, eyes so squinted they were almost shut, she tried to dodge the few people that were dumb enough to walk to wherever they were going instead of taking a train. Mostly, there were people in suits with knee high boots with thick, fuzzy winter coats thrown over their shoulders - trudging through the snow looking like some kind of business Sasquatch.

She did manage to take some money with her from that house, but not nearly as much as she needs to get a small apartment, or a place she can stay for awhile to get her bearings. As much as she would love to get a job, it was out of the question right now - solely because they would recognize her as a missing person and report to the police. She’s tried to get by stealing things like protein bars, chips, water bottles, and toiletries from convenience stores, pick pocketing spare change form passerbys, using her quirk to her advantage, but obviously she’d have to buy a meal or two from fast food places for some solid food. The woman kicked herself for just walking out of that diner last night, leaving all that mouth watering food behind, but at the time she just couldn’t stomach it; not with that random bastard watching her like she was some kind of toy, like she was a means of entertainment.

She sat heavily on a park bench, throwing her backpack in her lap and digging out her wallet. She counted all her money under her breath, and stuffed it back securely into a hidden pocket inside the bag. Right now, she could just barely afford to rent an apartment for a month. But that’s not really enough, is it?

Leaning her head over the back of the bench, she exhaled, closing her eyes, feeling the snowflakes turn to water on her frostbitten skin as it began to fall again. Even in the cold weather, she felt her face and neck burning, chest heavy and muddled. She could feel her brain melt and drip out of her ears, salty and disgusting in the back of her throat as it ran to her head. She stretched her legs, hugged her bag to her chest tightly and parted her lips in a last ditch effort to breathe.

There wasn’t anything in her mind, really. She knew very few things for sure. She could probably count the facts on her fingers.

One, is that her legs are numb, all the way up to her knee.

Two, is that she’s starving. Her stomach growls and rumbles, begging for food she doesn’t have.

Three, is that she’s too exhausted to keep walking; too exhausted to find shelter, or warmth. Too exhausted to find the need to survive within herself.

Four, is that she knows she’s being watched. She feels eyes on her, staring, the person's intent unknown, and she is probably the most scared she’s ever been in her entire life.

She stays still, eyes closed, breath shallow, body going limp.

Five, is that she’s probably going to die out here, cold, alone, and hungry.

She curls up under her fear, tucking herself into blankets of too many emotions to comprehend. Everything settles, eerie and hopeless, as her arms fall to her sides, palms facing towards the clouds, catching snow in her bare hands.

Her consciousness is the last thing she loses as the world goes dark.

She woke with a start, jerking up with a cough that rattled her ribcage. She gagged for a good few seconds, spitting a nasty mixture of green and yellow onto the ground by her feet with a grimace.

She rubbed her hands over her face, effectively smearing snow down her forehead to her nose. It seemed it had piled up on her hands in her sleep, not that much, but enough to leave her fingertips a worrisome shade of blue. She wiped her hands on her jeans, patting her backpack; she thanked every deity above and below for the fact it wasn’t stolen.

After a split second to regretting her entire existence, she popped her neck, then looked around where she was seated. It was a quaint park, with a small swing set, monkey bars and a slide. A few dead trees were sparse around the place, snow piled up on decaying branches.

There wasn’t anyone here, who she could see, or feel. It was only her, the clouds shifting in the sky, and her growing concern for her poor, frozen feet. She wiggled her burning toes, and decided to find a sink she could thaw them in.

Standing up, she wobbled, then threw her backpack on her shoulders and pulled her hood as for over her head as she could manage. She walked as fast as she could to the nearest gas station, which was less than half a mile, thankfully. In a busy city like Hosu, there was a little store or restaurant nearly every corner you turned. Apartments lined certain streets, some high dollar, fancy buildings overflowing with security; while others stood run down, falling apart, graffitied with crude words and illustrations in the bad parts of town. She, currently, was located in the latter, which was fitting for a person like herself; a petty thief, a runaway.

She was getting awfully cynical, these days.

It was mid afternoon, nearing 2 pm, when she entered a small gas station. She nodded her head as a greeting towards the cashier, a young man with a buzzcut, tan skin and freckles. “Welcome!”

Ignoring him, she immediately stumbled into the small bathroom. At the back of the store. Thankfully, it was a one person bathroom, with a single toilet and sink. The woman was almost scared to take her shoes off, to see the mess that her feet had become, but it had to be done. Kicking off her black vans, she peeled off her socks, barely containing the shriek that ripped through her throat.

Her feet were ugly shades of purple and blue and grey, and she fell back on the floor with a loud thud. The blisters on her heels seethed with pain.

There was a knock on the unlocked door.

“Ma’am, is everything okay in there?”

It took everything within her to not scream no, everything is not okay and i’m fucking dying, because she didn’t want to freak the guy out, but now that she’s seen the state she’s in, she couldn’t hold back the tears. She tried to reply, but in place of words came a loud, ugly sob.

“Hey… Hey, uhm, do I need to call the police? Are you okay?”

She hiccuped, “no! No! It’s,” another sob, “it’s fine! Everything is fine! I’m okay!”

That was more directed towards herself, really, in a desperate attempt to calm down her buzzing nerves. Her mind went to the worst places, thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to walk anymore, how she’d die on the side of the road, how she’d be buried under the snow for forever; how as much as she thought about wanting to die, this isn’t how she wanted it to happen.

Next thing she knew, the male had opened the door, only to let out a shriek for himself. “Oh, oh my god. Wait. Wait,” he stammered, green eyes wide with panic as he stumbled back on his feet.

She took a shaky breath, holding back her sobs, “I'm, I'm sorry! Please don’t call the police! It’ll be fine!” waving her hands around, desperate to calm the poor cashier.

Said male inhaled, hand giving his chest a solid slap, then another, then exhaled. His arms dropped to his sides as his wide eyes looked towards the soaked shoes and socks, frowning in what seemed to be determination. He was mumbling something to himself, then dashed out of the bathroom, door left wide open, swinging back and bouncing slightly on the wall. The woman on the floor began to sob again, scared out of her mind, already expecting to hear sirens, to be dragged to the hospital, to be forced back into that hell of a home.

She didn’t want to go back. She couldn’t go back. Not when she made it so far on her own.

The male hurried back, arms full of gauze and antiseptic and bandaids, dropping to his knees beside her.

“What… are you doing?” it came out as barely a whisper, her voice was strained and shaking almost as much as her body was.

He dropped everything on the floor, before twisting open the bottle of antiseptic, and ripping open the bag of cotton balls. He then paused to look down at her, the golden flecks in his eyes shimmered with nervous tears as his eyebrows scrunched with the effort not to cry. “Helping you.”

It was a simple enough reply; nothing to read into, nothing left unspoken. No hidden meaning for her to obsess over. It was silent, save for the girls sniffles and occasionally cough - she couldn’t bear to look at her feet, so she stared at the man who carefully approached her, sending a questioning glance her way before he touched her, to which she nodded.

What was strange, though, is that he didn’t try to warm her up at all. He didn’t submerge her feet in warm water or try to clean them up with the supplies he just opened, but instead, he put both his hands on one foot, his touch light and warm. There was a faint, warm glow that came from his hands, and it stung like nothing else she’s felt before.

It hurt a lot, kind of like she just submerged herself in a pool of lava, but slowly, the feeling was coming back to her. She could feel her blood rushing back to her toes, the painful scorch fading to a pleasant warmth. Before long, he moved to the other foot, which was the same process all over again. She’s not sure how long it took, but the male had beads of sweat running down his forehead, and panted just enough for her to hear.

When he finally sat back on his legs, his hands were an angry red and his skin was cracking, blood dripping down his large palm, rolling onto the cuffs of his sleeves and dripping onto the floor. He closed his eyes, steadying his breath. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from him, and back towards her feet.

She gasped, loud and dramatic, before choking on her own spit.

Her feet, once colored with frost and the numbness it brings, is now only slightly red and puffy. There are still blisters on her heels, but they had shrunk down considerably. She wiggles her toes, and as much as her feet were sore and aching, she could feel them; move them.

By the time she turned back to look at the male beside her, he was grinning sheepishly down at her, scratching his face with his finger - smearing a thick crimson on his cheekbone. She didn’t even have to ask the question to get his answer.

“Good thing i'm a healer type, huh?”

She wanted to jump forward and hug him till he couldn’t breathe, but that would probably be a bit weird since he was basically a stranger, so she settled on a small, fleeting smile as her eyes wandered to his hands. A moment passed, with them both slouched and tired and scared. She reached forward, gently taking both of his wrists in each hand and flipping his palms to face upwards.

He jumped at the touch of her cold fingers, but let her examine his hands nonetheless. It wasn’t a pretty sight, to say the least; his skin had dried out, cracking at each of the bends at his palm and knuckles, leaking red and throbbing.

Wordlessly, she grabbed the bottle of antiseptic, and soaked a cotton ball with the liquid. She dabbed at the cuts gently, wiping away the blood and cleaning up his hands. She went through nearly 10 cotton balls, now accumulated in a bloody pile on the floor, but she paid no mind, occupied with wrapping him up in gauze.

It was weird, this whole situation; she expected to be dragged away by the cops, her feet being amputated and having to be trapped in that godforsaken house for the rest of her life. But instead, she’s bonding with a kind stranger on a gas stations bloody bathroom floor.

She hummed, satisfied with her work. Life really is strange sometimes.

Finally, she released his hands, looking up at the male, who wore a bright smile on his face. In that moment, it felt like July in the middle of winter. She almost let herself unravel in his warmth, but not quite.

He stood up, offering her a hand. “How are you feeling? Do you need help walking?” Even though he was the one injured, he worried for her.

‘How stupid.’

“Uh, i’m okay now… Thank you. How are your hands?” she forwent taking his hand, not wanting to hurt it more than it already was. She collected her socks and shoes, wobbling on her feet as they both walked out of the bathroom. There weren't any customers, thankfully, as it was still work hours and people had yet to be free of their offices and schools.

He made his way towards the front corner of the store, where the male unlocked a door and motioned her inside. After she entered, the door clicked softly as it closed behind the both of them - it looked like a break room, with a table and a few chairs, a sofa, and a vending machine. “Oh, they’re okay, don’t worry! That’s just the side effect of my quirk. Why don’t you sit down for a bit?”

As much as she wanted to decline, she really wasn’t in the position to, and the male could probably see as much. She hated pity - it made her feel weak and helpless, small under the worried look he sent her. She knew he meant no harm, but that’s just how she was; quick to decline any and all offers in favor of doing everything herself, preferring to suffer on her own than to accept assistance from people who only want to help.

Her internal struggle must have shown on her face, because he smiled reassuringly. “I’m the only one on shift for the rest of the day, so you don’t have to worry about being in the way of anyone.”

She huffed, finally shedding her backpack and dropping her shoes to the floor, sitting down on the red, fluffy couch. She sunk into it, a wave of exhaustion rolling over her being.

‘Maybe staying for a bit wouldn’t be too bad.’

The male in the room held back a giggle at her reaction, sighing softly. “Oh, i’m Daiki, by the way. You can rest up in here for a bit. I’ll come and check on you later, okay?” she merely nodded in response, not fully relaxing until she heard the clicking of the door opening and closing.

She felt all her muscles go lax as she kicked her legs up on the couch, laying down fully for the first time in a while. It was soft, and warm, and so, so comfortable. And before she knew it, she was asleep, numb to the world and its cruelty, even if just for an hour or two.

There were things on the table.

She‘s been glaring at them ever since she woke up, which was probably a good 20 minutes ago; treating them as if they’d burn her if she touched them. It’s just mundane things, with a folded up note beside them, along with a glass of water and what looked like a couple of pain relievers. A six pack of white ankle socks, a pack of those travel toothbrushes with toothpaste already built in, and a pile of heating packs sat so innocently in front of her, and while she was thankful, she was also absolutely disgusted.

She didn’t need charity.

Taking the note carefully in her hands, she unfolded it, reading the neat handwriting scribbled in blue ink.

good morning!

i left some ibuprofen here for you, because while my quirk heals, it doesn’t take away that much pain, so i thought you’d like these. i also sat your shoes and socks over by the heater so they’d dry faster. come out whenever you wake up, or i’ll come get you when i have to clock out.

-daiki

There was a small drawing of flowers on the edge of the paper. Her lip twitched as she crumpled the note, throwing it back onto the table carelessly, then looking around the room. Through the window at the side of the room, from what she could see from the opening of the alleyway that the glass faced, it was dark, and thankfully, not snowing. At the other side of the room, a small space heater sat, turning back and forth as it blew. Right there, a few steps in front of it were her vans and socks, sat neat and flat on the ground to dry.

The woman popped the pills in her mouth and gulped the water till it was gone. Shuffling over to the door that led back into the store, she peeked out the small rectangular window. From where the room was positioned, she had a good view of the entire store. There was one person at the very back of the store, browsing the chilled drinks; then, it appeared that Daiki was currently ringing a couple of school children out.

Quickly, and as quietly as she could, she went and put her socks and shoes on, both now nearly completely dry. She then tugged her backpack on, checking for her wallet which was still there, thank gods. She looked out the window one more time; it was just big enough for her to crawl through. She went ahead and opened it as wide as it could go, feeling the chilly air bleed into the room, wind blowing gently.

If she was going to do this, then now was the time.

It was always a pain to use her quirk, as it caused head splitting migraines and she could only use it for a short period of time, but it she had to admit that it was handy for things like this. The woman dug into one of the side pockets on her bag, pulling out a sheathed knife just a bit longer than the length of her hand. Carefully, she put the sheath back to where it was. The blade itself was simple stainless steel, and the handle was a smooth cherrywood, glossy and weighted in her hand. She’s had it for a while now, ever since she snatched it from one of her father’s friends while they weren’t looking; she doesn’t really remember why she stole it, but she’s glad she did, because this little thing comes in handy.

She stalked back towards the door. The school kids were long gone by now, and only the woman lingering in the back was there; looking at the candy bar isle with such intensity you’d think she’s making a life or death decision. Daiki walked out from behind the counter, and for a moment, the woman thought she’d been done for - her heart skipped a beat, her breath halted, her fist clenched around the knife. But the male wasn’t walking towards her; he was just going towards the back aisle closest to the windows, browsing the chips, to probably buy himself some. She coughed quietly, then took a breath.

‘It’s now or never.’

Clenching her eyes shut, she bit her lip, sharp and deep, until she drew blood.

“Hey, what happened? Did the lights go out?” As soon as she heard the confused voice of the woman, she bolted.

The door slammed carelessly against the wall, denting and bouncing against the surface, slamming shut.

“What’s going on? What the hell?”

‘Sorry, Daiki.’

Her footfalls were heavy and quick, the slamming of her shoes on the linoleum floor echoing throughout the building. The woman was screaming now, stumbling over herself, falling into the candy and knocking things off shelves; while Daiki was asking if anybody could hear him, trying not to panic, his breath quickening to gasps and heaves as a panic attack took him over.

“Villains! There’s villains! Help, we’re being robbed!”

The woman stabbed her knife into the cash register where the keyhole was, twisting, stabbing, then twisting again until it popped open.

“Villain, huh..?”

It was pure chaos, really. The two other people were screaming, crying out for help, clawing at their ears and eyes and mouth.

“I’m going to die, god, please! Get me out of here!”

As she stuffed every bit of cash she found in her bag, she had to admit that she felt guilty for taking advantage of someone like Daiki, who was too kind for his own good; his pained voice almost made her regret.

Almost.

There wasn’t any more money in the register by the time the woman was finished, and she bolted yet again, back into the breakroom, panting. She had maybe five minutes left until her quirk wore off, which was plenty of time for her to climb out that window and book it. She did just that, throwing one leg over the ledge, then the other, and fell to the wet ground hard on her tailbone with a whine.

She jumped up, glancing out towards the street, but deciding against it. She can run through the alleyways until she’s sure she’s far enough from here. She flipped around, running between the towering buildings on either side of her, jumping over a few trash bags, ignoring the wretched smell they gave off. She turned the corner at full speed, only to run into a body hard and fast, knocking them both over.

The woman squeezed her eyes shut as pavement met with skin and as skin met with even more skin, bodies rolling a few times over on each other, twisted together awkwardly and painfully. Both participants groaned loudly; curses spilling from each pair of lips. She winced as her eyes opened.

She was momentarily confused, immobilized by whoever was on top of her, trapping her under their body. All she saw was bruised, scarred flesh, the smell of smoke enveloping her senses. Her nose twitched, smushed painfully against a collarbone. Everything was skin, bone, rainwater and ash. The body shifted, propping up on their elbows that were now placed on either sides of her head. Her eyes widened.

“What the fuck.”

He smirked.

“What a greeting. You that excited to see me, sweetheart?”

She replied by raising her arms and shoving him hard off of her, and she jumped to her feet, trying to blink away the dizziness that drowned her out. The familiar male stood up, brushing off his jacket while gazing down at the panting woman in front of him.

She reminded him of a feral animal, in the state she was in.

“That was quite a heist you pulled back there. Didn’t think you’d have something like that in you,” he drawled.

She practically hissed, glaring up at him, “you saw that!? Goddamn it,” she gasped like it was her last chance to breathe. “Then you know that I gotta go, like, now.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“You’re such a creep.”

Seething, she wasted no time, turning back around to continue her escape, dodging puddles of snow and water and trash as she ran. There were footsteps not too far behind her, keeping up with her rushed pace easily.

He whistled. “So, where ya headed?”

“Oh my god,” she wanted to scream, and she would have, if not for the sirens reverberating throughout the alleyways, telling her that her that her quirk has finally worn off. She has to find a hidden place fast, or she’s gonna pass out right where the police will find her collapsed body - and that’s not really ideal, to say the very least.

“I don’t know, okay? Why are you,” she paused, gasping. “Why are you following me, anyways? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Now directly behind her, he scoffed. “Of course I have better things to do. But, unfortunately enough for you, princess, I think that you’re in deep shit, and I am gracious enough to offer you a helping hand in these oh, so troubling times.”

“Fuck you. I know what i'm doing.” She said, narrowly dodging a stray cat and almost falling flat on her face.

He hummed. “Oh, really now? So you have a place to hide when you finally pass out cold, where the cops or heroes won’t find you? Do tell.”

A beat of silence passed, then another. She sighed, skidding to a stop, turning to face the male who just barely avoided crashing into her again. He looked the same as he did back at the diner, smug and so far up his own ass you could barely see his head. She coughed, almost violently into her elbow for a moment, sniffing, before meeting his intense gaze.

“... no. I don't have a place to hide. I don't have a place at all, actually.”

She was angry, sad and fed up, and it showed clear as day on her face in the way her brows furrowed, her lips downturned, and her nose scrunched; the way her eyes glazed over with frustration, hot with emotions she’s tried to repress for so long.

She was so caught up in her own turmoil that she didn’t catch how he seemed to know about her quirk, or how he knew she would have such a drawback.

The male stood there as if they had all the time in the world, smug expression unchanging as he watched her break before him; turning to putty in his hands without so much as a fight. He took a split second to wonder if this is how he looked, so many years ago.

Scared. Broken. Alone.

“I have a place, just a hand full of miles away from here, actually. All you gotta do, is-”

He paused, catching the female, who collapsed forward onto him.

He didn’t get to finish, because the drawback of her quirk was hitting her full force now. Every sound echoed in her ears, her vision doubled, her body numbed. All sense of stability escaped her, leaving her mind muddled and legs wobbly; she stumbled on her feet, forgetting how to speak.

The last thing she sees is the tilting of the earth as she crumbles under its pressure.

Daiki shook as he stared down at the broken register, completely barren, only change left in the little compartments. He felt drained, empty, grey. The scrapes on his arms and face stung, shallow but still bleeding. He looked at his hands, his own skin under his fingernails, blood staining the gauze that was so carefully wrapped around his palm. His eyes widened.

Before he knew what he was doing, he rushed out from behind the counter and to the breakroom, pushing the door open and calling for the girl who was resting here. He surveyed the room, before pausing at the couch.

She wasn’t there.

There wasn’t anything here, actually. Nothing except his own crumpled up note, a pack of socks, a few heatpackets and an empty glass. His first thought was that maybe the villains took her, maybe they kidnapped her, but no.

The male gaped in horror, the truth dawned on him, reality choking him as it settled heavy on his shoulders.

Because what reason would the villains have for taking her shoes, her bag and the medicine?

“Do you even know how sketchy you sound right now, or are you not aware?”

“Listen here, princess-”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” she interrupted.

He ignored her, continuing. “-like I said earlier, the only reason your ass isn’t in a holding cell right now is because I dragged your dead weight three miles in the freezing snow,” he deadpanned, “do I really seem like someone who would murder you after I went though all that trouble?”

“Yes.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid.”

The female had woken up a little while ago, situated on the taller males shoulders, being piggybacked through a snowstorm. When she first came to, the earth tilted on its hinges and everything was a blur of what it really was, so she just groaned and buried her head back into the warm crease of the males neck, wanting to die on the spot. It was his dark chuckling that snapped her out of it, kicking and thrashing, falling in a pile of snow not-so-gracefully.

And now, here they are, at the edge of town, in a completely unfamiliar place, sitting outside of a closed vape shop, arguing like a couple of kids.

“I don’t even know your name! Why the hell would I go to your house if I don't know the first thing about you!?”

“It ain’t my house, sweetcheeks-”

“That’s even worse than the last one!”

“-It’s just a place where people like us-”

“Don’t lump me in with you, i'm just a thief-”

“Can you let me talk for one minute, goddamn!”

The woman pursed her lips, irritated, but kept quiet. She hated it when people yelled - it always sent chills down her spine in the worst way possible.

The male sighed. “This place is just a shitty underground bar, with a few apartments above ground settled on top,” he ran one of his scarred hands through his hair, rolling his neck lazily, “the people there are all there for the same reasons as you, probably.” he stretched his legs out from the crossed position they were in, leaning back on his hands. “So, if you have nowhere else to go, where could possibly be better than somewhere where everybody has something in common?”

She was silent, so he continued. “All i’m saying is that you might as well check it out.” That bored expression of his morphed into a smirk, eyes dark and dangerous and alive as they shifted from the cloudy night sky to the woman hunched over beside him. His voice lowered to something akin to a purr, smooth as thorns as each syllable dripped off his tongue like honey.

“Because you have nothing left to lose, do you?”

It was a statement more than a question, really, because he already knew the answer. When her glassy eyes rose up from the ground to meet his own, he knew right then and there that he had won.

Behind those eyes there was fire, and if he and the rest of the league fanned the flames, it would grow into something terrifying; something unstoppable.

“... okay. Take me there.”

#WOOOO BOY THIS WAS A LONG ONE #i hope this isnt trash lmaoo #bnha #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #league of villains #lov #villain!reader #mha #reader insert #dabi #x reader #runaways #runaways - chapter 1 #hopiewrites #fanfic #fic

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6.08, my last commentary™ R I P to me

I wanted to post this right away but my phone died and I broke my charger so I had to handle that but now I’m finally able to. I’m literally dead, I STILL can not process how amazing it was. So I’ll just get on with it post my earlier thoughts

¡¡TODAY IS THE DAY AHH!! IM FREAKING LATE KILL ME

BUT HOW ARE WE ALREADY HERE? IM NOT READY FOR THIS SERIES TO END BUT I NEED TO SEE SHELGAH *SAFELY* GIVE BIRTH TO A HEALTHY BABY. ANYWAY IM LITERALLY GOING TO DIE AFTER THIS EPISODE SO ENJOY THE FINAL THOUGHTS OF MY LIFE, LETS GET IT ..

MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE ITS BEATING SO FAST

TBH I MIGHT SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

SCREW THESE CREDITS BUT I NEED THEM BC IM NOT READY OMG

IM SCREAMING

aw baby! & hey val

Does this mean Delia had No letters from pats this whole time??

MY BBY SHELAGH OMG HER BELLY

SHE CANT REACH HER SHOE OMG SO PRECIOUS THOUGH

Sister MJ I love u 😭😂

Family planning clinic!

YES VAL! they’re women not criminals !!

YES TRIXIE THANKS BBY FOR SPEAKING UP

aww poor Barbara

“..There are tales of missionaries served for luncheon in those climes” LMAO OMG SISTER MJ THATS NOT WHAT SHE NEEDS TO HEAR RIGHT NOW

It’s so sweet that Babs really wants her dad, I feel. My grandfather officiated my parents’ and brother’s wedding, I hope he does mine. If someone wants to marry me one day ofc lol 😂😭

SHELAGH IS ACTUALLY YELLING .. WHY DO I LOVE IT?

All the shit she’s been through/delt with and pregnancy sets her off huh..

BUT TRIXE AND SHEALGH INTERACTING YESS NOT THE WAY I WANTED BUT ILL TAKE IT FOR NOW

AWW MY BBY CRYING SOMEONE HUG HER 😭😭💕💕

MY BBY TRIXIE IS SMIRKING AT MY OTHER BBY LOL STOP 😭😭💔

“Hot and bothered” 😭😂 Violet having hot flashes. That’s not funny but i giggled I’m sorry immature of me

I can’t imagine being around when the pill was just coming out(or antibiotics even) like that must have been so wild ? you really would think they were magic *remember Vanessa Redgrave saying that in series 2?*

my mom is a nurse at a gyn/fertility office and she informed me of so much at a young age lol maybe that’s why I’m so curious idk?

lol I remember being like 13 and my friends didn’t know there was more than just the pill when it came to birth control and I really felt I was an expert😂 but *a judge’s voice* irrelevance moving on.

Needing your husbands permisson for a bank account? *sucks teeth* Vete ya!

Aw my bby shelagh 💔💔😭

“And I’ll warrant you’ve never felt more scared” I AM! AND THIS ISNT EVEN MY FICTIONAL PREGNANCY

“Oh lass“😭 PHYLLIS COMFORTING HER OMG I AM CRYING ALREADY, I NEVER KNEW I WANTED THIS

"Phyllis you’ve been a real friend” IM NOT OKAY OMG, THEY’VE COME SO FAR I CRY

OMG SHELAGH BEING SO CUTE WTF OMGGG 💖

PROTECT MY BBY & HER BABY AT ALL COSTS 💕💕

THE NONNATUNs CHEERING SO PURE 😭

“What if something goes wrong?” stop tempting fate Patrick !!

“I’ve made up my mind” MY BBY I CANT DEAL .. once upon a time she couldn’t speak up and was so timid 😭 my bby has grown

Her lipstick is a nice color, wait what’s this lady’s name?

The nurses all together makes me so happy omg why is this so adorable, even Phyllis is there !! SO PURE💕

Lol poor Fred tries his best !

Damn secondment to st Cuthberts, I guess Trixie couldn’t even be considered for to be Shelagh’s midwife

SHELAGH IN THE CARDIGAN >>

OF COURSE SHE CHOSE SISTER JULIENNE WE WOULDN’T HAVE ACCEPTED IT ANY OTHER WAY

“‘MY DEAR” BRB DROWNING IN TEARS

but omg was Phyllis disappointed 😭 no don’t be hurt that’s her basically her mother! (sister j and Phyllis would’ve been a good tag team though)

this montage just reminds me brb #irresponsibleme

Future Hereward’s take a note from the Turners, find out about each other sooner rather than later

LOL TOM’S AWKWARD FACE BC BABS IS GETTING CONTRACEPTION

it’s Wilma! her name is Wilma, noted.

Lol what does she sell? Is the company like Avon ? 😂I’m confused but also screaming too much internally

poor Babs is so nervous and feeling awkward 😂

Her face while on the bed😂 I feel

LMAO BABS TAKING OUT THE DIAPHRAGM & DROPPING IT HA

BUT WAIT THAT WAS THE TURNERS BATHROOM WTF ??

Patrick putting on or tying Shelagh’s shoes my fucking heart is melting

She doesn’t want him there .. for now?

“..We’re a team” 😭😭💕💕 marriage goals

“The minute I look at you I’ll give you everything you ask for” BRB I AM INDEED GOING TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

I CAN NOT DEAL

Phyllis exercising 😭😂

“I have chosen one of my friends” OMG MY HEART

PHYLLIS BE MY BRIDESMAID !??

why does she only have one though? is it more like a maid of honor?

HERES COME MORE TEARS

THE SPANISH AYE DIOS MI CORAZON

Aw good for Wilma being happy with her job! Does everyone call the sofa the settee?

There’s that babycham! Still was never sure if it was alcoholic or nah? sparkling cider maybe?

OMG I HAVE A BOTTLE IN MY BAG THAT I BROUGHT FROM FLORIDA

new drinking came, shots every time the show makes you cry lol jk i’d be on the floor 20 mins in

that sports car aye

My bby looking good 😍😍

she knows what it’s like to be hurt Christopher😭

You’re not supposed to take 3 at a time Wilma, I’ve been scolded enough

Okay so Babs just fell asleep and that’s all?? Preview made it seem more dramatic

Now is Val going to listen and not touch anything? lol probably

Violet always rocking blue eyeshadow haha

Is that a silicone faja?? that looks hella uncomfortable

TRIXIE’S FACE OF DISGUST HAHA

OMG THE FAM HELPING OUT WITH FUNDS MY HEART

I WANT TO BE APART OF THE NONNATUS FAMILY!

PHYLLIS AND BABS DRESS SHOPPING I LOVE THIS

“.. she’ll have me to reckon with” TE QUERIO MUCHO PHYLLIS

I NEED A PHYLLIS IN MY LIFE

SHE HAS A FAV DRESS OMG I LOVE HER

HER FACE OMG I NEED THAT SCREENSHOTTED

SHELAGH MY BBY😭😭

Their new bedroom is so 60s I love it

She still didn’t read the pamphlet !! I love her omg, such pure intentions

OMG SISTER J REMINISCING, AH FINALLY SOME ACKNOWLEDGEMENT THAT SHE WAS A NUN, I AM SOBBING BYEE IM DYING. MY HEART RATE IS SLOWING DOWN

POOR DEELS AW OMG she doesn’t deserve this, she barely has screen time don’t hurt her

Shealgh’s got another nightgown! 1962/2017 is apparently the year of nighties #thebrinylonforthewinthough

I love pink waffers 😭😂

SHIT WHAT’S WRONG WITH WILMA IM SCARED, IS IT A HEART ATTACK?? BLOOD CLOT??

poor vi!! aww she misses reggie too!

AW FRED HUG HER

and he’s fanning her omg so pure

SHEALGH’S GOING IN TO LABOR ?? AHHHHH OMGG IM NOT READY

but also she has a housecoat how cute

SISTER J SAID “HIS SPINE” OMG HOW DOES SHE KNOW ALREADY

“I knew it” bless u bby😭😭 she is a GEM. WHY IS SHE SO LOVABLE?

omg Wilma don’t die, Trixie can u save her 😭

shit not looking good, maybe this was the death they meant

shelagh throwing up yikes

“She’s smiling and waving” yea we know that smiling and waving😂😂 but omg doesn’t this remind anyone of when you’ve been partying too hard but you’re trying to convince your friends that you’re not ready to tap out yet😂😭

if not nevermind I’ll feel trashy lmaoo

PASS THAT GAS AND AIR SISTER J

AW BBY YOU ARE BRAVE!!!!!!!

IM CRYING BUT RUNNING OUT OF TEARS

HOW TF DOES LAURA LOOK GORGEOUS ALL SWEATY AND IN TEARS WHILE PRETENDING TO BE IN LABOR?? & i’m still a creature?

Poor Patrick! He must be going as crazy as I am!

I DONT HAVE ASTHMA BUT I NEED AN INHALER BC I CANT BREATHE IM SO ANXIOUS OMG

IM NOT A SMOKER BUT I FEEL LIKE I NEED A CIGG BC IM ABOUT TO LOSE IT

Trixie is doing Wilma’s makeup omg I can’t take this 😭💔💔

“I can’t believe I used to dream of this” OMG SHELAGH & SISTER J

“Every woman alive is the sum of all she ever did, and felt, and was.” ..“and how do you know that?” ..“ i wasn’t aware that I did until just now”

¡¡¡IM A W R E C K!!! l o v e that

SHE IS SINGING DORIS DAY’s SECRET LOVE AND I AM F*CKING DEAD GOODBYE

PATRICK SINGING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR SOMEONE SEND H E L P IM DYING I BET IT’S “THEIR SONG” & YOU ARE ALL CORDIALLY INVITED TO MY FUNERAL IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS EPISODE

I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT

“We can’t just be like any other couple.. because we’re us”

MY HEART WTF I SWEAR IT IS ABOUT TO BURST BUT IT’S NOT BEATING

IM DEAD INSIDE AND MY BODY WILL FOLLOW WHEN THIS IS OVER

Get in there Patrick!

“The children are here” .. to say goodnight omg no😢

OMG PATRICK HOLDING HER I AM FUCKING SCREAMING

“YOU CLEVER GIRL” OMGG WHO CALLED IT

I CANT SEE WHATS HAPPENING TOO MANY TEARS IN MY EYES

IT’S A BOY I KNEW IT WELL I HAD A FEELING !

BABYTURNERLAND 2.0!!!! QUE LINDO DIOS TE BENDIGA 💖👼🏼

WHAT IS HIS NAME???

THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE OF MY LIFE WOW I CANT PROCESS IT ALL

“May the lord bless you and keep you” OMGGG, JESUS HEIDI WTF ARE YOU DOING TO ME ??!! I’ve never been so invested in a show or fictional characters’ lives like this 😭😭

I NEVER THOUGHT WE’D SEE THIS DAY AND IM HAVING SO MANY FEELS, I BARELY HAVE ANY THOUGHTS I AM S h o o k, I AM NOTHING IN THIS WORLD. JUST USELESS TRASH FOR CTM

WELL, ALMOST 19 YEARS OF LIVING WAS GOOD ENOUGH RIGHT?

HONESTLY JUST PUT ME IN THE GARBAGE BC I HAVE NOTHING OF SUBSTANCE TO SAY IM JUST GUSHING AND DYING

BUT SERIOUSLY LAURA MAIN IS I N C R E D I B L E AND DESERVES EVERY AWARD SO PLEASE GET IT TOGETHER @ THE EMMYS, THE SAGS, THE GOLDEN GLOBES & ALL OTHER AWARDS OF ALL PRESTIGE!! STOP PLAYING GAMES & GIVE LAURA + CTM THE RECOGNITION IT DESERVES !! & no excuses it happened for downton!

NO WILMA IS DEAD NO

The pill is so great and useful and miraculous in a way but I’m glad they showed some of its issues but DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO KILL THE FIRST WOMEN THEY GAVE IT TO? I’m still here tho, I’m rolling

NO TOM DONT SAY THaT WTF? TRIXIE IS OVER U AND U ARE OVER HER don’t ruin the moment

why did I think bab’s dad was the rev Applebee Thornton 😭😂😂😂?? where’s Jane lol

My bby trixie serving looks as always 😍😍

Aw his daughter is cute

CHRISTOPHER LOOKS GOOD TOO UGH😍

What are knickerbocker glories?

lol Boots! lowkey want to go there to satisfy my 15 year old self who liked to watch British youtubers affordable makeup videos (tbh I still do when I’m bored)

REGGIE! OMG HE CALLED VI MUM I DIE

OH YEA THE WEDDING OMG LOL I DONT FORGOT FOR A SEC

IM STILL SCREAMING, MY FREAKING BBY JUST HAD A MIRACLE BABY !!!!! I LEGIT RAN OUT OF TEARS WHAT DO I DO

LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME MY GOD

THE GIRLS SINGING “HAPPY WEDDING DAY” TO BABS OMG THAT WAS GREAT, I NEED FRIENDS LIKE THAT

I NEED TO WATCH THIS AGAIN AND IT DIDNT FINISH YET

LMAO TOM AND FRED HUNGOVER, relatable AF😂😭

SO IS TOM’S SURPRISE IS MONEY? Or is he going to buy her something!?

Barbara’s cape reminds me of Phoebe’s from FRIENDS

The stain glass !! love it

PHYLLIS LOOKS SO ADORABLE OMG HER BOUCLE SUIT AW

WHY A HEADBAND ON YOUR WEDDING DAY BABs? BUT good for them lol 😭 I don’t care enough at the moment but let them be happy they’re so great for each other !

HE GOT A FUCKING CAROUSEL OMG

damn. Nice one Tom. I’m a little jealous, someone needs to love me like that.😭

“At times, the present seems most perfect when it seeds lie in the past. And others, life is rendered flawless when we look towards future, glimpsing from within one golden moment all the joys the days to come might hold” 💕😢😭

THE TURNERS, NOW A FAMILY OF 5 OMGGGGGGG 😭😭

THE NUNS SO PURE ❣️ lol obviously

“We can not stand still because the world keeps turning. Every year must give way to the next and it’s stories must be folded, tucked away like children’s clothes outgrown, cherished and never quite forgotten”

VANNESSA ALWAYS SAYS THE RIGHT THINGS UGH

Aw Angela with Tim!

My BBY SHELAGH IN HER BLUE OUTFIT WITH UNNAMED BABY TURNER ID CRY IF I COULD

“1962 was a year of great change at Nonnatus House, but there’s always change, everywhere, there are always new faces, new tears to shed, new joys to invest in , yet the circle of love is not broken, it expands.” YOU GOT THAT RIGHT🙏🏼👏🏼🙌🏻😭😭😢😢💖💖

I NEED THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL LIKE TOMORROW PLEASE

lol Val screaming it’s snowing 😭 same

PATSY!!!

SHE AND DELIA KISSED OMG

GOOD FOR THEM 😭

ALSO GOOD FOR ME bc I was tired of the same complaints that BBC broke them apart and Patsy was “sent away” nah man Emerald was busy!

“Love bares all things, love believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things and love never ends”

THIS WAS INCREDIBLE WOW IM A MESS

IF I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE COMMISSONED FOR 3 MORE SERIES I’D THINK THIS WAS THE END??

BUT UGH NOW WE MUST WAIT

ANYWAY I SEE THE LIGHT FOLKS

IDK IF THIS IS HELL OR HEAVEN BUT I AM DEAD, I SEE THE EARTH BEHIND ME

TBH ITS PROB HELL

Someone throw me in the damn ground already!!

In loving memory of Gabby Nuñez (1998-2017) taken far too soon because of the emotional toll brought by call the midwife, she didn’t choose to get so emotionally invested it just happened. She is grateful for her time on earth, you may leave comments, flowers or send money. Thank you for putting up with her nonsense and foolishness *now someone give my eulogy & someone else may come up and sing a hymn to conclude*

#call the midwife #I am certified TRASH FOR THIS SHOW #IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL #MY GRINCH HEART GREW BEFORE IT DIED #lets get it 1962 #MY BBY HAD A BABY #ILL NEVER BE OVER IT #masterpost #my commentaries™

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