A/n: My first shot at trying to write a sort of spicy (????) scenario. I think I did good? Well that’s up to you guys I guess lol, remember to reblog, like, and enjoy the ‘story’. (This is a drabble! But does anybody get the feeling that drabbles are better than their own 2k or more word fics? Is that just me? Hmm, I guess so lol!)
Tw: Nothing really, just some fluff, some spiciness, and angst if you squint.
All sensations just stopped.
The fingertips that you relied on were practically useless.
The taste of him just vanished.
The aroma of mint shampoo was washed away.
All she could feel was his ministrations ghosting, digging, and marking the map of her body.
Laboured breaths from behind, spread from the tiniest corner crammed with nerves melting in bliss at the purely warm muscle slathering itself across the prickly, bumpy road of the rim where previous violet wildflowers blossomed down the thickly layered cement of her body where her lover etched into the road cracks of dead yellow weeds curling in on each other alongside the fresh green weeds that arose to attention after being watered.
The location still stung of passion hidden with possession that not even her bodies road repair system could swiftly rebuild the damaged skin causing the weather to brew a storm above the hills, it always resulted in the harshest storm upon who bear witness to it- and he was the prey whom you were hunting- whether he knew or not, the boy should that he was walking in a forest of nowhere, just waiting to be pounced on and attacked if he keeps doing this to you.
You don’t leave marks on trees if you don’t want to be caught.
“I-Izuku…”
Tight his grip was, he never knew what the environment could throw at him; like take for example if poison ivy rubbed against the explorer’s arm, would he still love you if you hurt him?
Yet here Izuku is tainting (Y/n), ghosting, digging, and marking the map of her body.
He is sinful of destroying the beautiful landscape that is you.
“Izuku…”
He didn’t reply to her, instead his greedy hands continued their business. Was she too quiet? Was the force of nature not strong enough for somebody as hungry as he?
She loved the attention she was gaining, but it was becoming too painful to bear.
It was if he wanted her body to him, to his filthy but satisfying needs.
However, the moment he thought he was safe in the environment, was the moment the hands of your own claimed his own back and pinned him forcefully.
This traitor of nature gleamed at the change of pace.
However, remember the forecast earlier? A storm was thumbing its feet against the clouds, allowing the precipitation that’s been building up like the physical pain welling across your precious skin to finally collapse.
Worried eyes widened at the damage they blinded themselves to.
“Hey, hey. Come ‘ere.”
Surrendering the axe, the explorer left the forest landscape alone.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head in his chest.
He knows she’s a storm, so he doesn’t prod at the lighting threatening to shoot down on him.
Izuku Midoriya is a villain, a sinner of society, but when he’s ruining the beautiful landscape of your body, when he’s lost the map to paradise- there will be repercussions he has to pay.
Running a calloused hand through the jungle vines he finds in this new landscape; the explorer decides not to destroy it like he previously did.
Instead, the explorer decides to nurture it.
“Do you want me to run a bath?”
Providing water always helps plants grow, but its best not to overwater them.
Characters: Dabi, Fem.(Reader), Toga, Mr. Compress, Giran
Relationship: Dabi and (Reader)
A/N: Hey! I’m finally done with this one! Whoop! Whoop! It took a little while but I’m glad its done because to be honest...I really enjoyed writing this, but, I have other things that require my attention. Also! Happy belated bday Dabi!
As always, PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE! (ALSO COME JOIN MY VALENTINES EVENT, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS CLICK HERE!)
TW: Threatening, Swearing and Cheating
Does anybody know the stages of getting over your cheating significant other?
It all starts out with denial- how bittersweet that filthy fucking word is-, although it doesn’t last long, when once you managed to eat at least five tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream whilst watching the last show of some shitty soap opera, the next stage comes to bite your ass, anger- also known as throwing or burning your exe’s belongings that they left; however, I prefer burning it (they won’t be able to sell it if they come back).
Once those first two (rather tough) stages fly pass, this third one was like hitting the jackpot for me, but probably not for you, as the mental gamble caused lots of sexually frustrated people to bargain- to play the dice, you shall, but even gamblers don’t use the ‘third time is the charm’ as its utter bullshit- and then--!
OH GOD, HERE COMES FIVE MORE TUBS OF BEN & JERRY’S ICECREAM! THIS ONE IS A REAL KICKER! SOMEBODY HELP ME! THE LIVING ROOM IS FUCKING FLOODING WITH DEPRESSION- Yup, that was you five tubs of ice cream ago, maybe some chocolate might help…
At last, when the cleaning crew arrived, and you managed to accept- with the sunshine glowing down on your skin after four long stages of shit- with the fresh thought of buying a couple dresses that you saw on sale from that one adorable itty bitty corner shop.
But I’m not like that.
And here’s why in (you guessed it) 5 stages.
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1. Discovery.
Rolling their shoulders backwards, a blanket fell backwards as a tall silhouette ghosted from the bedroom door that they left open.
When the bathroom light blinked to life, (y/n) faintly heard the screeching of the door shut on itself. Though, she knew her beloved boyfriend had to go to ‘work’, what she didn’t know was who made his phone ping at 7:15 in the morning.
Scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, blankets stuck to sweat-ridden skin as they coiled around her legs similarly to a snake and ensnared them to stay stuck and stationary. The plush pillows tried to lull her back to sleep. However, (y/n) wasn’t having any of it.
Reaching out to grab Dabi’s phone- even if he didn’t give you permission- the time was as you predicted, though the contents of his notifications bleeping up was something you didn’t predict. The background of his lock screen was something to behold as it was a picture of your concentrated form doodling in a sketchbook whilst a pale white cup stood beside two fresh slices of cake.
Shakily revealing the messaging app, there was around four or five unknown contacts, all listed under the people’s numbers.
Though one of them caught your eye.
Opening the chatroom, your free hand clutched the blankets.
Dabi is going to regret making you break the way you did that morning.
The TV presented the small-town news that had little to no intervention though that didn’t mould the female into a wish less mess where a gentle hand went to work and smooth out ensnared knots. “Are you okay now, (y/n)-chan?” You never heard Toga murmur before, but that’s the perks of being alive now.
(Y/n) released the trembling bubble of air out of her lungs and into the atmosphere, readying herself for that front door to open. Shaking your head to respond to Toga’s question, a small huff was released out of the other female’s chest.
The blonde female knew why you still weren’t okay.
Whoever walks through that door will have a profound effect on whatever will happen to (y/n).
However, with the slight nudge of her friend’s hand pinching the side of her sensitive waist, a yelp was released in surprise whereas the blonde villain giggled at the reaction. “Your so easy to scare, (y/n)-chan!” Toga loved to tease you, but in this time frame it wasn’t to make you feel uncomfortable but rather the opposite.
She wanted to make your thunder stricken heart rumble with rage in an unknown and bizarre way- but to also remind that you weren’t alone-, though, you had this bubbly and extra crazy best friend who brought over too many sweets for your stomach to handle alongside the annoyance that you hadn’t noticed Dabi’s strange and desolate nature.
As Toga picked up another opened bag of candy (I think they were ‘eclairs’), unwrapped the golden covering as the crinkling plastic fumbled like sparks dancing across the fingers in a tantalising rhythm. In an attempt to grab the bag, Toga was about to throw it across the room so you could get off her because, and I quote “You’re killing me with your weight!”, how lovely that compliment is for somebody who’s blood is like a glacier falling apart after a storm chipped the exterior and revealed the icy truth underneath.
And may God cover their eyes, as that chilling sharp edge at the tip of the glacier crumbles under Mother Nature’s will (so does the female when the familiar screech of the door revealing whoever is walking through reaches her ears).
Sluggishly dripping back onto the couch where at least three of the seven stocked up with fluff blankets- wrapped around drooped shoulders- had slid onto the floor, Toga made an effort to pick them up and stuff (piling) them next to the drowsy (y/n).
“I’m home, dollface!” A familiar voice hollered.
When both of the female’s heard that voice, there was no turning back to the past.
(Y/n) glanced to a duffel bag next to the couch, then glanced towards the teenager’s sinking rage as the blonde’s lips started to slip into a scowl.
A step almost turned into two, however, was held back by the puffy eyed female. “C-c-can I handle this…please?” They whimpered.
Toga really needs to gain a resistance to (y/n) cuteness when she’s sad.
Grabbing the duffel bag, two slippers shuffled (real smooth) around the couch to enter the hallway that led to the front door. Exactly where Dabi was about to take off his shoes.
“I recommend not taking your shoes off.” The pair of blue eyes looked up in confusion. “What? So, I can’t take off my own shoes in our home?” It sounded like a tease, but what if there was another meaning behind it?
Dabi, however, knew that familiar look of sharp-edges eyes where the glossy swirling of a singular emotion led to- and his teasing didn’t make the situation, he’s found himself in, any more light-hearted.
“This isn’t your home anymore,” Hissed (y/n), where (the fuck) did she get that attitude from?
“Who told you that you can throw me o—” The heavy duffel bag clutched in (y/n) clammy hands thud against Dabi’s chest, where his feet slid against the front door’s matt- his legs trembled at the impact the bag had on his chest- along with the rising cough that caught up to him after fleeing from a hero.
“Nobody—told me what to do.” Another sniff ensued, “But, I figured out the truth.” An eyebrow twitched upwards in anticipation as his hand bawled against his hip.
“Then tell me, what’s this big ass ‘truth’ you figured out?” Retorted the male with turquoise eyes watching her head droop towards the ground to hide something.
Raising it after a momentary pause, she glowered “You’re a bloody cheater, Touya.” When tears stained the red canvas again.
“Oh, so this is what it’s about…” Voice as nonchalant as shallow murky river water, “Do you even realise why I did it?” Rolling his eyes, two fingers wormed their way towards a special ring on her left hand before it hit the ground.
“I don’t want to know why.”
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3. Jealousy
It was sudden, quick, and loud how Toga came into your (lonely) apartment.
Bang went the door against the wall and crash went the multiple shoes from the shoe cabinet as they thudded against the floor.
“(Y/N)-CHAN! I HAVE GOOD NEWS!” Her shout was louder than the moans you would usually make when it was a pleasurable night with your (new) ex, however you shouldn’t dwell on past relationships.
Only moving your eyes slightly from the book gripped tightly in your hands, Toga sauntered over holding a suspiciously large bag, this only led one ping-pong ball bouncing back to another ping-pong ball within the crevasses of your mind.
Placing a ripped piece of paper in the book, it snapped shut, “Who did you kill?” questioned (y/n)- knowing that when Toga finds something, she will resort to violence, no matter the cost-, however the sweet smile presented as a defence for whatever action she committed was enough dull your concern.
“Not telling ya!” Then getting a knife out- wait, where did that even come from-, Toga stabbed into the black plastic bag and tore it open with many- I mean tons- of clothes sliding out of the bag and becoming a miniature avalanche in the small space that is your living room.
“…H-how?” Sputtered (y/n), Toga replied: “Big sis’ Mags let us borrow some of her clothes!”
(Y/n) can only imagine how Toga managed to convince Magne to let her borrow some clothes off her, and by clothes, (y/n) could only assume its short skirts and dresses.
“But!” Added Toga, “we have to wait for Mr.C to pop up!”
Great, even Mr. Compress knows about your breakup with Dabi.
“Fine.”
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Sitting pretty on a kitchen chair, a small brush lightly dabbed a small hint of colour against the rooftop of your eyes. “Why are we doing this, again?” Murmured the relaxed female as a small dress laid boringly over the torso where it edged closely to showing the backside of her thighs.
Chuckling in response to her inquisitive comment, the villain grabbed liquid eyeliner, although it was smacked out of his hand and replaced with pencil eyeliner matched with a scowl from his subject.
“Liquid eyeliner is cursed, don’t get that shit near me.”
“My, my, even somebody as classy as I wouldn’t offensively smack such an object—”
Oh boy, here we go again.
“Shush, I could easily get Big Sis Magne to beat your ass if you use that tone with me, sir.”— “Oh heavens no! I think Magne would pick my side out of the two of us!”— “Oh really now?”— “I believe—”
Another door slammed open and in stormed Toga in a confident catwalk down the hallway just to profoundly exclaim; “NOPE! SHE’LL CHOOSE ME AS THE CHOSEN ONE!”
Cue the laughter.
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Before the sun was ready to roll itself out of the closet, the patchwork villain made his way under the thick cover of darkness to a certain broker’s office.
Pushing it open to let the light of the office room scream in his eyes before he even had the chance to speak, the older male that greeted him, offered him a seat.
“Hey Dabi, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Giran spoke out as the glistening cup of coffee placed in front of the wanderer reflected the light into its murky brown ripples. “I need you to trace this number to its origin, and quick.” Anxiously sliding his phone to showcase your number, the broker twitched his brow upwards.
“First and foremost, where’s the cash?” A thick wad of yen slammed against the table.
“Happy now?”— “Very much so!” Scowling at Giran’s happy chirp, the broker worked his magic on the burner phone to effectively trace the number back to your location, where Dabi soon enough made his way towards the destination you were at.
He doesn’t know why he’s doing this…
Nor why he still keeps the ring…
However, he knows what he’s going to say next.
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4. Anger
Simmering and low crackles of something in the kitchen of your apartment awoke the female from her drunken slumber.
What was being made and why does it smell so familiar? The waft of the meal being created swarmed the first stimulant within the hungover mind of yours truly as the wavering warmth rustled around your legs in an unspoken persuasive whisper to stay in bed.
However, curiosity killed the cat and also brought it back.
Two feet tapped the floor in alerted silence.
Tiptoeing across the room, a hand clenched the side of the doorway when two eyes surfed the surroundings outside of her den.
The sizzling stopped, with a small snap of fire going out.
At the same time this happened, it was then when she figured out who was in her kitchen: Him.
Him, with his tall stance that could make for a ladder to climb on or him with his broad shoulders that look like they were bricks squished underneath his skin, where his paired raven hair familiarly spiked up.
“What are you doing here?” If it wasn’t for the delicious food he was making, then you would’ve killed him on sight. A lacklustre glance at the female, he uses one of her spatulas to move the bacon from the frying pan onto a plate with plump golden coloured scrambled eggs.
“You were drunk, I brought you home, and am now making your hangover breakfast.” Placing the plate next to your arm resting against the counter, with another glance in your direction, Dabi made a finishing blow in the words of: “Since you can’t cook for shit.”
Oh boy, he knows you too well to expect your immediate reaction: anger.
From the built-up rage that started to stack up from days of unrest (and being bloated because of the several tubs of Bens & Jerry’s ice cream), it all started to splutter out of control.
“Oh-- So now your fucking attacking me after the shit you put me through?”
“Why should you know?” (Y/n) turned sour at his comment, “’Why’ I should know?!”
From the nearest counter, there was an empty glass. You took advantage of the potential weapon held it up ready for it to slam against the ground.
“(Y/n) -- put the glass down.” Warned the patchwork male.
With the tips of her ears feeling ever so hot, it felt like the pressure escalating within her ears caused only for her protests to be heard even through the pause of silence.
“(Y/n).” A small twitch of one of his feet made (y/n) flinch backwards. “Com’ on, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He took another step toward, her grip tightened on the glass cup.
“Do you even know why I’m here?”
“No,” Moving her hand higher, Dabi took another step forward, (Y/n) took another step back, “And I don’t want to kno—” Blubbering a bit of salvia as the female attempted to speak, though it was incoherently heard through squished cheeks.
“Listen, for fucks sake,” Electric blue eyes pierced into your soul like a spear, it’s quite hilarious: You once loved those blue eyes of his, you once worshipped the feeling of his eyes raking down your nude body before- as they took in the sight of pleasure squirming and tightening underneath those diligently flexible fingers-, but those days are over.
He can worship your goddamn forgiveness if he’s going to restrain you like this.
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5. Forgiveness
“That’s what happened.”
Two legs of your own were crossed over each other like two birds of a feather.
“Are you being honest with me?”
His hand tapped the table as he sat across from you.
“Yes, I’m being honest.”
Breathing inwards and releasing a slow, practiced breath. She glanced at the male’s awaiting expression.
“Okay…”
Biting his ruined lip, the raven-haired male let out a breath of relief.
“Will you forgive me?”
She wishes she could.
“I’m not so sure yet…”
Dabi looked to the side to see (y/n) with both of his eyes.
A/N: Yes I just released a shortass one-shot about reader-chan wanting chicken nuggets, no I do not care. (Also thanks for all of the nice new year wishes!) Also hey @glitterfreezed and @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku do you want to eat some chicken nuggets with me and dabi?
One thought: Chicken nuggets.
The two words were a frequent visitor in the half-asleep and half-hungry and awake mind of yours truly.
As a languid warm hand squeezed a thigh of your own, it wasn’t long till your lips slipped a groan undetected. Although the pillow was plush as a cloud, your head drifted towards something firmer.
“Doll…wha’ ‘re you doing?” His gravelly voice was emitted into the grounded silence of the peaceful night where the only source of light was the alarm clock, however, you didn’t know that until your eyes peeked open from their resting position and wiped the gooey substance from the itty-bitty corner of her eyes.
Gripping the side of his waist, two sleepily weak arms pulled herself towards the human radiator- “Noo…” Releasing a protesting whine, Dabi’s hand pushed your face away but it was in futile- resting a cold cheek on his stomach, (y/n) giggled when she heard her lover’s arms dramatically flop against the loud mattress.
Even if the sound of creaky springs erupts with few vibrations against their bodies, however, nobody really cares. Without Dabi’s resistance to your clingy embrace after 7, maybe 8 seconds, the release of a grumpy huff intently distracts you from feeling the clammy calloused hands nudge the majority of your drowsy limp body.
“Mmm, baby…?” Murmured the female when she rested her chin on the male’s sternum. “Hmm, doll?” Sure, Dabi knew- with that half-assed shit-eatin’ grin- that you would get pissed off at him if he started teasing you at ‘who the fuck knew the time was’ o’clock, additionally, he knew himself that you woke him up for a stupid question.
“What time,” A yawn interrupted her sentence, “is it?” Glancing to the side of the bed, those weary turquoise eyes read the information and spoke out the time for you and your ears alone to hear.
“Can we get—” Dabi interjected your sentence with a “No.” Jutting your lip outwards, he narrowed his eyes.
“You don’t even know what I want!”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.” Rolling his eyes, Dabi gestures for you to continue. “I was asking if we can get chicken nuggets…”
Characters: Vil!Deku, (Reader), Brief mention of; Dabi, Mr.Compress, Shigaraki, Toga, and Kurogiri.
Relationship: Villain Deku X (Reader)
A/N: SO, now that this whole shit storm of a year is coming to an end, I decided to celebrate it by making a three part series of Villain Deku, because somebody (who ilsm) relates to me when its that time of day and we have Villain Deku brain rot. But this three part series was actually inspired by my own actions, so I gotta blame myself! XD
TW: Alcohol, intimidation tactic (If ya squint!), and lots of swearing (But this is me for crying out loud...)
[Next Part: --->]
It was strange to be called upon by Deku.
Sure, Shigaraki called (*cough* *cough* bribed *cough*) you to his ‘meeting’ room to inform you of the following ‘errands’ you had to do- it’s mostly going to several over secret hideouts and torturing small-town gangsters who thought it was funny to fuck around with debts they owed to somebody who asked or hired (you didn’t pay attention to what it was called) a person from the LOV to ‘rough’ up the victim - but every now and then, it would be to go to GIran with Dabi, also known as telling Dabi not to be a fucking prick to our most trustworthy broker.
But the likelihood of Dabi not being a prick is below negative one hundred percent. So, don’t have anybody start on any solution to stop it, because you certainly don’t want any participation in the patchwork villain’s business.
Though, a clicking sound that vibrated and bounced off of the vacant corridor walls had reminded you where you were headed; Deku’s room. The room of a gentlemen (asshole), who commands us alongside Shigaraki (a wannabe leader compared to Shigaraki), and helps us get our weapons to assist our quirks (that’s actually Mr. Compress’s job in reality).
Were you in trouble? There was no plausible answer to this sudden announcement. Though, what is surprising is that it’s probably the second time- in a month- this has happened to you.
Who even cares at this moment? Besides the main factor that everyone (besides you) knows the green-haired villain has a crush on your cold-hearted attitude and your mouth-watering body, it isn’t a surprise that he wants a bite outta you- considering the high frequency of times, you have felt somebody’s ‘laser’-eyes burning judgement and criticisms into your back every goddamn minute- as you swirl a shot glass of tequila when sitting in the bar area of the base, it all pointed back to a green-haired villain as Toga would gush over how he seems distracted because of somebody’s revealing outfit....
(I’m sure you can figure out who’s outfit it might have been.)
Creep. Hissed the back of (y/n)’s mind, when she sees those polished and distinguishingly clean silver door handles jutting out from the jet-black door. “Here we go again.” She muttered under her breath when grasping the unusual- is it even wrong to call it ‘unusual’- cold door handle and pushing it open.
There, he relaxed under the glamorous illuminations that spiced the boring white walls of his room- acting like a spoiled fucking brat. (You wished that you had a teleportation quirk like Kurogiri at this moment.)
Green bangs were swooped backwards to reveal a pair of verdant emerald eyes- where they had a thin line of twinkling smugness- as the top two buttons of his ‘designer crafted’ white blouse scantly reveals the edge of his collar bone alongside seeing a faint trace of the skin on his waist as his black trousers lightly tugged downwards helping the white shirt pop out ever so slightly from the waistline.
Even if he looked handsome, there was always a hint of jealousy and hatred for him. There was always going to be that hiss or venomous snap of your voice when you spoke to him because he had so much more than you or was it the power he held?
Nonetheless, with one of his legs crossed over the other one as it was held up by an armrest, Deku’s back hit the other armrest where his attention was gathered at a newspaper article and the simple curved glass of deep crimson liquid pooled peacefully at rock bottom.
As half of his body was covered by the shadow of his chair- which he arrogantly claims as his ‘throne’- the sleek black leather was delicately shined to his appropriate standard, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deku’s ridiculous sitting position. It's like he wants to be seen as an adult but instead ruins that image by acting like a child.
It’s not like he’s noticed you yet, maybe you should time how long it takes for the boy to see your impatient form tapping the lacquered brown floor with only the tips of your boots alongside hearing the metallic objects jingling- more like clanking, however, who gives a shit?
You didn’t have time for this, the mission that both you and Twice had to leave for was starting tomorrow and with all of your weapons needing a really good clean after last nights turn of events, Deku could really make effective use of his eyes to notice that somebody is waiting for him to speak.
Maybe it has been five or ten minutes? Maybe you should leave or maybe he finally noticed you. (Y/n) was already becoming annoyed with the sudden announcement, but now this shit? Does she need to call the manager or something- it's like she is receiving crappy service at a restaurant, which isn’t good.
The subtle- and very lazily- toss of the flimsy newspaper didn’t distract you from eyeing the male’s actions. Tilting his head towards the wine glass he was holding, an eyebrow quirked up in fascination of (y/n)’s impatience with a steady scowl crawling slowly against her lips- she just needs to stay calm and respectful- however, it’s becoming ever so difficult by each millisecond.
“What do you want, doll?” Furrowed eyebrows created creases in her skin, “I should be asking you that question, sir.” He smirked, took a dainty sip from his wine, and moved his body into a normal sitting position.
God, she’s so enticing to anger and manipulate, it’s becoming more than a drug for him- its steadily on the route of becoming an addiction.
“My, my, doll face- I never knew you were feisty!” As he took another sip out of his glass, his head shook in amusement of your response but as well as in curiosity of your next response. “So what? I never knew you were an alcoholic,” Placing a hand on your hips, you continued, “yet, you have at least seven empty bottles of red wine- all of them being the same brand.” His, on cue, falsely offensive gesture- where he places his free hand on the crest of his chest and gasps- was presented to you as a way to ‘let go’ on him.
Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean- you have no sympathy for him. “Now, are you going to tell me why I’m here?” Snapped (y/n), as Deku really knows how to push her buttons. He really does.
“Aww, that won’t be necessary…” Again, that smile of white but deadly opaque canine teeth was used against you as those broad shoulders curled inwards allowing a darken gaze of predatory domination where a thick glob of colourless liquid pushed against (y/n)’s throat to force itself backwards.
“I’m not playing your game, Deku.” A staggering step backwards betrayed your brave tone as you saw the last of the drinkable liquid pour downwards and a loud crash of glass elegantly shattering against the floor similarly to the elegance the man in the room carries around like a trophy.
Shaking his head in disbelief, it wasn’t till then that you swore you needed first aid assistance due to your heart bashing against each singular rib bone as it held a deadly sledgehammer. “I never said you were, doll face.”
Although he tried to get closer to you, the moment he placed both of his feet down on the floor is when your feet took you outside of the room and away from his reach.
“She’s so cruel…” Murmured the green-haired villain as it piqued his curiosity.
A/n: WOWWW It took me FOREVER to write this boi! But its probably one of my best works so far! Hope you all enjoy, like, and reblog this because it would really mean a lot! Anyways love u all and enjoy!!
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It's not fair really…
Falling in love, was absolutely the one thing you didn’t want. But here you are, sitting snug under his wrapped arms as the tv droned on about hero news and he didn’t bother changing the channels. Countless times in the thirty, goddamn, minutes you had been home he didn’t bother even talking to you as his raven black mane rested ever-so lazily against the couch.
“Dabi,” You heard a hum emitted from him. Was he angry at you? Or better yet, is he angry at you? “Are you okay?” Instead of watching the news, your eyes ever so shifted to the fog outside the closed frostbitten windows. “It’s none of your business.” Although he hasn’t been sleeping as much as he did before, the undertone of his hoarse voice was louder than usual. It was like he was bored with something…
It probably was you.
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With the progress of nightfall coming quicker than usual, you leaned forward as a hazy memory in the wake of his mind. Dropping your feet to the floor, the male scanned your body language - clenched hands, stiff shoulders, a closed body expression- you didn’t bother looking back at him when getting off the couch. “What are you doing?” The tables had turned. he asked the questions; you gave the answers now. Like bad cop versus good cop.
Little did he know, something had switched inside of you. “It’s none of your business.” (y/n)’s voice turned bitter and cold, just like the frost climbing onto the window, your words nipped at his own feelings. Was it the shallow throwback to his dismissive comment that made him dig his nails into the silky skin of your hand before you left that escalated the chaotic snowstorm internally of oneself?
“If you even dare—” Ripping your hand from his grip, you cut him off “do what, you fucking prick?” You sliced any sort of co-operation with him. “Whenever I do my own shit, you have a problem with it.” He couldn’t disagree with you, “Fuck off.” Gracefully placing your hands on the same hips, he grips dangerously in the early mornings, those eyes of yours carefully challenged him to say another word.
“See? You’re not denying it.” Pivoting on one of your heels, your form went to the kitchen.
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The silence of the early morning was broken by a zipper echoing in the numbingly cold bedroom. Dabi however couldn’t feel it. The warmth on his bed lulled him back to this illusion of a different reality.
His reality.
He’s trapped in it, not the regret and sadness he is trapped, instead, it’s the thoughts that wrangle the epitome demon that he keeps under many chains and locks till the time is just right. Faintly though, even if he wasn’t already half-asleep once the zipping had stopped, the male lifted his head to see one or two suitcases lined up and your figure rolling them too close to the bedroom door.
With one sinister shadow rolling onto the floor and up the close white curtains, it looked him dead in his eyes like it had been watching him all this time. “Where are,” He yawned, “you headin’?” From this distance, he couldn’t tell if your whole body was shaking or if it was just your hands gripping the two suitcase handles way too tightly. You thought you were being as quiet as possible- packing (more like stuffing) most of the clothes and essentials you owned into two medium-sized suitcases- but the moment Dabi had woken up, there will be no fathomable doubt that you would have to lie to him.
The longer you stayed here, it felt like you were more like his tool for pleasure rather than to hold and cherish.
“Just go back to sleep, Dabi.” A pregnant pause ensued till it was clear of what you meant. Dabi has seen this scene far too many times to believe what is happening- Suitcases, a cold behaviour, and the singular word sleep- you were abandoning him weren’t you? Just like his Mother did to his Father.
Sure, the flaming pile of shit that is supposed to be a hero has his Mother stuck in a mental hospital, but he knows the familiar word abandonment loves to roll off his tongue. “Your leaving, aren’t you?” Don’t think he didn’t notice the slight flinch in your shoulders. “Go to sleep,” Biting on the bottom of your lip, (y/n) breathed in and then out, “there’s nothing to see here…”
“If there’s nothing to see,” his feet were planted on the chilly cold floor, “then why are you holding two suitcases?” The zipper to your mouth was closed. You both knew the word was going to slide off his tongue soon. He was prepared for whatever might happen and the force he might have to take just for you to stay.
Why is that deathly silence warped around the two individuals? Freedom seemed so bittersweet in this scene. It’s the traditional scene out of a sitcom: Mother is leaving the house with a bag, or two, in tow and the child watches from his bedroom doorframe as she twists the handle and---
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Here you are now. Most of his body was covered with a blanket where small drops of a smooth river flooded the red hills of your cheeks.
If he could cry; He would do it out of pure joy.
It was just a dream; he was happy it was a dream.
“A-are you okay?” Dabi is okay now that you’re here. But he’s not okay with the waterworks. “There’s no need to cry, doll.” It was rare to hear his soft voice. But here he is, using that same soft voice that makes you feel closure and that profound comforting feeling. “You scared me…” Placing a, similarly to his own, clammy hand on his cheek and staring straight into those ocean blue eyes that showed a long lost torment where those reassuring words he spoke out was something nobody would repeat once more.
At long last, even if the demons of both of their minds wouldn’t rest, the couple still found comfort in each other.
