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how mha characters mourn the loss of you. pt 1.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, suicidal ideation, grief, loss of a loved one, mentions of blood. Proceed with discretion.

Dabi

Hawks

Author's note: if you or your loved ones struggle with suicidal ideation, please don't be afraid to reach out. People are willing to help you. You are not alone.

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sanemi waking up in the morning, all needy and hard. looking down at his boxers and groaning in frustration. now he has to deal with this shit first thing in the morning.

you lay there next to him, peacefully sleeping, unaware of his annoying predicament. his heart melts — he doesn't want to wake you up just because his dick needs attention. but you stir in your sleep, mumbling something inaudible and draping your leg over his waist.

he closes his eyes and bites his lip. fuck.

"babe," he shakes you gently, cursing his own weaknesses, his aching need for you. he could just jerk himself off and leave it be, but of course it has to be you. "babe, I... need a little help here."

he moves your leg away, shifting on the mattress, then slides the boxers down to his knees. he's embarrassed. disrupting your sleep for shit like this? fucking dumbass.

his aching cock throbs, leaking with precum. you flutter your eyes open, humming when you finally understand what's wrong with your lover. but you're too sleepy to actually move, too comfy to help him in ways you usually do.

you nuzzle closer, hand lazily reaching for his hardness. your eyelids are heavy, eyes closing on their own. sanemi inhales sharply when you spread the precum, your delicate fingers gliding over his veins.

"sorry..." you mumble, pecking his neck. "too sleepy."

it's him who should be apologizing. he pulls you closer, your head resting on his shoulder, and all he can think about is your hand on his cock. he bites his lip; your movements are too slow, too sloppy. he needs more.

oh, how bad he needs it.

his hips jerk upward, and soon enough he finds himself fucking your fist. you don't even have to do anything, your half-asleep state preventing you from giving him your full attention, so he does everything himself. ragged breaths and gasps escape him, whispered curses and embarrassed thoughts filling the bedroom.

he grips the sheets with his free hand, a drop of sweat trailing down his temple. his hips move in a frenzy, up and down, up and down, cock sliding in and out of your grip.

he'll have to apologize to you later. and bring you breakfast in bed. but now he will cum all over his shirt and your hand, covering his face in shame.

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[ermnmika]

gothic au

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[This user heavily relates to Kanade Yoisaki.]

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watch your step to hell, its a long fall!

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okay, so I saw this tik tok (absolutely no hate whatsoever) and got to thinking about Dabi's self-care routine.

-so it wasn't created out of the love he has for himself but out of necessity and how irritating it is to clean infected wounds (trips to the dr and antibiotics and the itching and bleeding, its too much for that poor boy to already deal with ) ((I also think that he doesn't enjoy pain he isn't in control off. like with the piercings and staples, maybe I'm really letting my mental health show with this one but with piercings he can decide that he wants to feel that sharp sting or when he changes his staples anywayyyy))

-so this boy showers A LOT and cleans his scars regularly. no matter how exhausted he is, he sits in the bathroom and cleans and restaples wounds applying ointment and topical creams, he has a skincare routine.

-his bathroom cupboards look like first aid kits. Antisepctics of all variety, creams, bandaids and bandages, stitches, gauze everything you could think of, it was in his bathroom.

-however one of the downsides of bathing so often, is that his hair fades very very quickly. No matter how many different brands he uses, the black pigment does not want to stick to his hair (even tho you have pointed out that showering in hot water so often is the reason why its fading but Touya doesn't like the cold water and doesn't like not feeling clean) so here you were, squatting down in front of the black hair dye, an array of boxes and packets littering the ground at your feet as you compared wash times and online reviews.

"Babe, why can't you just have your white hair?" you look up at Touya, his looming frame seeming much smaller as he peered at a contained of manic panic, trying to decipher the ingredients.

He doesn't look up from the plastic as he answers "because I want to look scary" placing it back on the shelf, his fingers brush over red dye. "white hair isn't scary but black hair, that screams menace to society"

"Shiggy's got white hair and he's arguably the biggest menace to society I've ever met"

Touya snorts. "Shiggy's...Shiggy. It works on him, I'd just- ohh this one!" changing the subject away from white hair, he picks up a box that has PERMANENT GREY COVERAGE in big yellow letters. "This is the one, I can feel it" he turns to you and extends a hand. Accepting the gesture, he pulls you to your feet giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before turning away muttering something about going to pay and meet you outside.

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[This user self ships.]

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me: i feel so alone

me: maybe isolating myself will help

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you're sitting on dabi's lap, arms wrapped around his bare shoulders. his own hands lay on the bottom of your spine. he takes in your face with an unreadable expression, glowing blue eyes gliding over your features.

your hand slides down his shoulder and stops on the left side of his chest. you just let it rest here, not planning to move, nor do anything else.

his brows knit together in slight confusion.

"what are you doing?"

you take your time before you speak.

"just reminding you that you have a heart."

he's silent, eyes narrowing at your calm tone and ambiguous words.

"nice try." he scoffs dryly, not an ounce of enjoyment in his raspy voice. "but i have no need for it."

you meet his intense gaze with ease, showing him your own, soft one. something twists inside of him. it's a disgusting feeling.

"can i take it then?" you sound honest and serious, the question open and raw. you're not teasing. you mean it.

your hand never left its place. you feel his heart beginning to fasten its pace, beats echoing with pain against the walls of his ribcage.

he blinks.

"...i guess you can."

#dabi headcanons #dabi angst #dabi x y/n #mha dabi #dabi brainrot #dabi x reader #mha headcanons #dabi imagine #mha x reader #mha #mha imagines #i honestly don't know what this is #just take it #i love dabi #he has a heart y'all

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taming bakugou is a big challenge for you.

!warnings!: NSFW, MDNI. gn!dom!reader, sub!bakugo, light bondage, dirty talk, degradation, physical pain, handjob, choking (everything listed bkg receiving). reader is a bit sadistic.

he's pressed to the sheets under your strong torso, squrming and snarling. his hands are tied securely behind his back by your own tie you wore to work today, palms warm and sweaty as if he was ready to set off explosions at you at any given moment. as if you'd let him. you chuckle at the thought.

"katsuki." you murmur into his ear gently, so close, extremely close, your lips almost touching the lobe, and his breath hitches for a moment. he needs more, he craves it, but he won't admit it. you decide to give him a chance at first. "dear. be a brat again and i won't give you what you want."

"you better get off me and let me fuck you myself." he spits bitterly, voice soaked in usual irritation. your eyes widen in displeasure, nails digging into the skin of his strong shoulders, leaving pink marks. "i know how much you want my cock."

a scowl twists your face. not good.

"is that so?" you sit back, ass placed on his lower back, right above his throbbing dick, and you push your hips as hard as you can. his dick gets squished under your body weight, painfully so, and he lets out a muffled groan. "then why would you let me tie you in the first place, hm? why would you let me get on top of you? take control over your body?"

your voice is sweet, but filled with poison that beats all the air out of his lungs. he grits his teeth and wriggles in desperate attempts to get out of your grip, dick almost getting crushed and yet still extremely hard, but right now you are stronger, and you refuse to give him any opportunity to escape your punishment.

"admit it, bakugo." you lean forward, grab his hair in a hard grip of your fingers, and press his flushed face into the sheets. then, with your other hand you smack his back, making him flinch, feeling the muscles stiff under your harsh touch. he barely stifles a moan and you chuckle under your breath. "you like being treated like a slut. you like being owned. how will the world react if they see one of the top pro-heroes whimpering in pleasure from being hit?"

you hit again, and again, and again, and each time he shifts uncontrollably, whimpers through still gritted teeth, tears collect in the corners of his eyes. you tug at his blond locks so he raises his head and meets your blown out pupils. your gaze is dark, brows furrowed, but you seem very concentrated and he feels a small speck of fear tug at his heart. you notice it, but don't give yourself away.

"sh-shut up." he tries to intervene but he sounds so, so pathetic.

"you fucking brat." you let go of his hair but he's still looking at you, taking in your stern and unhinged expression and flushed face. your eyes fall on the bright red spot in the form of your hand on his back, right under his shoulderblades, and the wave of pleasure hits you again. "you love this. you love the humiliation and you love the pain."

grin paints your face as he hides his in the sheets, thus proving your point, so you decide it's finally time to turn him on his back. you flip him over and drag his stiff body to lean on the headboard, and cage his thighs between your legs.

he's breathing heavily, sweat drops falling from his face onto his chest, eyes dazed with a spark of anger, mouth agape. his lips are puffy and pretty, sparkling from wetness, and you want to kiss them so badly but you restrain yourself. he didn't deserve it.

"just touch me already, you damn- ahh," he doesn't get to finish his sentence when you wrap your fingers around the tip of his cock, not squeezing, just placing your hand on it. he moans loudly just from this small contact and you smile maliciously, taking in his fastened breathing and half-lidded eyes.

it was a trick. because right at the next second you remove your hand and slap his twitching dick, making him almost fold in half while shouting from the strike of pain.

you smile at him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as if you didn't just smack the shit out of his cock. "does this count?"

he presses back against the headboard again, his legs now shaking. his wet hair clings to his forehead, you know it always annoys him but you purposefully don't remove it. you meet his gaze and there's a huge abyss of hate and resentment, but you know the motherfucker is thriving right now. he craves to be put in his place.

"your silence tells me it's still not enough." you hum, and bring yourself closer, almost towering over his form. he waits for a strike again, his whole body stiffening, but you take his cock in your hand and spread the precum over his length, agonizingly slow, rubbing over his veins. he relaxes after a few strokes, the features on his face smoothing out, his mouth falling agape again, and you take the opportunity to catch his lower lip between your teeth, biting and sucking on it. he kisses back, hips moving against your hand for more friction, and you swallow his moans.

you keep stroking him up and down, let go of his lips and nose his cheek, your movements becoming a bit faster now. "hmm... katsuki, would you like to be choked?"

judging from his fucked out expression, he can't think clearly right now, eyes rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. you grab his chin and turn his face towards you, your hand still moving on his length. "katsuki. yes or no." your voice is steel and demanding.

you wait for a few moments, searching for an answer on his face, until he mumbless a small "yes." and you nod.

you win.

he's already barely breathing, but you're about to make it worse. you shift a little to a more comfortable position, and to give bakugo some time to prepare himself. after that you clutch at his neck, slowly and carefully adding pressure while you brush over his cock wirh your fingers. he's squirming, not able to hold still, so you add more pressure and he wheezes, his cock twitching. you bite your own moans and move your hand faster, and faster, and he can't handle it anymore. he tries to breathe and suffocates under your touch, and you're breaking him, you're breaking bakugo katsuki.

you rub your own wetness against his limp thigh, watching his face become more pale, mouth completely open and trying to catch air.

"my little slut likes to be choked by me, hm? that's it, katsuki. know your place. know who you belong to."

and just like that, with his eyes rolling back and you removing your hand just in time, he inhales sharply and cums, white hot liquid falling on the muscles of his chest. you watch this beautiful view, taking it all in. he chokes on air, back arching in immense, overwhelming pleasure. his whole world is being destroyed in front of his eyes.

and you were the one who did it. with your own hands.

dedicated to all subby baku enjoyers. i stand with you.

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[ermnmika]

eren jeager

like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

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Dating Dabi headcanons

Because I have a Dabi brainrot and you should too. Enjoy. dabi x villain!gn!reader.

warnings: mentions of smoking, wounds, scars and blood. mentions of dabi's true identity (no details, no spoilers).

a mix of fluff and angst. no NSFW. i tried to make him as canon as possible, but feel free to correct me. also this is fucking huge.

inspired by @chainelunaire's headcanons of dabi, especially the sewing and dealing with the smell parts.

• this man is very unapproachable. he pushes people away, doesn't let anyone near him, doesn't even speak to people unless it's necessary. he has this cold and smug demeanor that pisses a lot of people off, but he doesn't really give a shit. all he has in his heart and head at this moment is revenge.

• let's be honest, when you join the league and you two meet, he doesn't think of it much. in his eyes you're just an ordinary bystander that may help him as an asset to achieve his goals. there's nothing of that love from the first sight shit, not from him, not from you.

• the thing that starts attracting you to him the most is curiosity. after getting acquainted with all the other members of the league, you notice something - dabi is different. he feels different. he’s so closed off that no one really knows much about him, and you never once believed that dabi even is his real name. he discusses the plans, does the job, and then he's gone. even if he is in the room with everyone, he doesn't participate in things, standing in the shadows. he's more like a ghost than a real person.

• it takes some time to notice the subtle signs of communication with other members not regarding villain work. when toga tries to have some fun with him, he only rolls his eyes, telling her to shut up and leave him alone. but, there was this one time that you remember to this day: when you entered the room you were met with toga, sitting on the couch and looking at her reflection from a piece of broken mirror in her hands, while dabi is standing behind her and doing her hair. she somehow managed to get him to give her a new hairstyle and not refuse. you guessed it was because she was a comfort kid in the league, the weak point of all the members, even the most distant ones. you observe him when he's listening to twice rant about something patiently, or him discussing what new design compress could use for his next mask. he’s mostly tense, sometimes smug and easily irritated, but you see the quick glances at members when something snaps and they start arguing, or the way his brows furrow when some of them come back injured from a mission. you know nothing about this man. his likes, dislikes, dreams and aspirations, not even his real name or age. but something about him makes you think there's something more inside his heart than just hate and resentment.

• so you decide to stick by his side. find something about him, anything. and you do. you find out that this man is a walking talking contradiction. his small smug smile, but his empty lifeless eyes - a contradiction. his careless attitude, but his desperate attempts to get rid of the smell of burnt flesh - another contradiction. him keeping his distance, telling everyone to fuck off and leave him alone, but not flinching a bit when the members touch him. another one. you can't keep your smile when you think about it. he isn't the type of person he tries to have the impression of.

• he notices it too - he's very observant since he doesn't talk a lot. notices you. notices your worried glances, your thoughtful gaze, your… staring. since you became a new member he didn't trust you much, because he obviously doesn't trust people that easily. you had to work to get his trust… and you did, not even trying to. you did your work efficiently, you treated other members well, hell, you even played those stupid videogames with shigaraki that he couldn't stand. and you looked at him, not averting your eyes. he had a feeling that sometimes you looked inside him, so deep inside, that it was hard to imagine.

• it slipped past him - the time when he begins to seek your eyes whenever you are together at the bar. when he begins to feel relieved when you come back uninjured, when he doesn't want to leave and keep his distance when you stand close to him. his head, once full of pure and aching rage, his only goal in life, starts to get filled with thoughts of you… and he's terrified. it fucks with his brain and he's so confused.

• he’s fucking dense when it comes to human relationships, but the signs are very clear. he knows that you care, he just doesn't understand why. why would you? he did everything to push people away, and, well… he's hideous. on the outside and on the inside. he’s a terrible human being who got wronged by life, and he didn't want to make yours even worse than it was. the confusion is too constant and irritating. he doesn't understand his own feelings, and he doesn't understand why you would want to be with someone like… him. so he decided to not do anything, not make any difference, and let you realize that he's not the type of person you want to get together with. and when you leave him alone, the feelings will disappear, too.

• but of course, life wronged him once again by not agreeing with his plans. every day it became more suffocating for him to exist in the same space as you. of course, you weren't a pure angel, you had your own cut of crimes, but you were too nice to him. he couldn't stand it. side note: you were actually nice to everyone, it's just that his heart dropped every time you did it to him. he felt stupid, so stupid, he wanted to bang his body against the wall to get rid of this… sappy shit.

• you saw it. you saw the difference, because you kept observing carefully. is this how he reacts when he realizes people can care about him? it was ridiculous, a tiny bit fun, but for the most part very upsetting. at some point you found yourself wanting to get closer, to understand him more, to be… near him. to not leave his side. to protect him. at that moment you realized you fell. you fell pretty hard for this dumb little arsonist.

• months pass, and he makes a stupid mistake of letting you get dangerously close to him and his life. it became a routine - smoking and talking with you on the balcony, even though you don't smoke, taking strolls with you around the bar at night, stealing shit and leaving it “accidentally” for you to take, letting only you treat his wounds after operations (and secretly holding his breath while watching you treat him), subconsciously protecting you on missions, and most of all, feeling almost completely safe in your presence. he hadn't felt safe with someone his whole life, he could confidently say it was the first time. months passed, but it was still terrifying.

• the league members knew too, of course. your mutual attraction was so obvious that no one even questioned it anymore. suddenly dabi starts coming to movie nights which he used to skip, just to sit next to you on the couch and shit on the movie afterwards. he doesn’t even pay attention to it. just thinks about you falling asleep on his shoulder. but it doesn’t happen because you’re worried you’d scare him off with sudden physical contact. since when did his comfort become your priority?

“So,” Mr. Compress calls him, while cleaning an empty glass after one of those nights. “When are you planning to confess?”

“What?” Thought Dabi out loud, dumbfounded. “The fuck do you mean, Compress?”

“I guess it’s still not the right time…”

• the right time arrived when you were almost fatally wounded in a battle against multiple pro-heroes. death was undoubtedly scary, but what was more terrifying was the absolute shock and panic written all over dabi’s face. you had never seen him like this before, and neither had anyone else, because he had forgotten what it feels like to care so much about another human being that he felt like dying inside. he pressed your weak and injured form to himself, not caring about the blood, and covered you with his whole body, carrying you in his arms. he was scared shitless, and you gave all your effort to not lose the grasp on life and survive. you didn't really have anything worth to live for, and after all th things you've done you probably deserved to die, but you loved the league, and you loved him. so you were not to give up.

• there were too many colors and sounds surrounding you, but you had no idea what was going on. you felt so, so exhausted. the world before you started to lose its brightness, and you just wanted to close your eyes for a moment…

He looked at you and his breath hitched. He had to get you to a safe place, now. “Hey, hey, fuck…” He pleaded as he touched your face, trying to wake you back up, voice filled with horror and immense worry. “No… Don’t you dare fucking die on me. You hear me?! If you die I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

• you woke up the next day, all patched up in your apartment and with Dabi by your side. he never left, you thought. you found out he can't cry. he found out he's in love.

“I never asked to be here at all,” he whispered, holding you close, having you in his grip like you're the last drag of air he had left. You buried your head in his neck, his heartbeat almost like a loud drum in your ears. You were so cold, and he was so warm. “So why do I have to face the fear of losing you?”*

• after that it just kind of happened on itself. his fear of losing you overcame his fear of being vulnerable. everyone knew you were together, and they were all glad that you came back to them alive. it felt very… different. things changed. you tried to be as open to him as you could, though it was difficult even for you. you only saw him being vulnerable once, on that day. after that, he still kept his distance, because he needed time to adjust to everything. it was new for you too, so you understood and waited patiently.

• he became very self-conscious since you two got in a relationship. before that he didn't really care what people thought of him, but now he had a person he somehow had to not lose. and he couldn't help not feeling hideous. you were looking, and you saw the scars, and you felt the smell, and you looked inside his burnt heart.

• he couldn't help feeling nervous when he met your curious and… loving gaze. he closed his eyes when you brought his hands to your face and placed gentle kisses every morning you were together because he couldn't handle it. he wasn't used to getting affection, at all. he felt like ripping his body apart, but it also somehow felt good, almost addicting. why couldn't he just crawl into your head to understand your thoughts?

• once he gets used to all the physical affection, it's over for you. he’s not letting you go. once he realizes you actually like feeling him on your skin too, you're stuck with him. this man is a touchstarved lonely loser that hasn't even realized it till now, so he's glued to your body and there's no way out. he basically lives in your apartment now because you didn't want him to stay on the streets, and that means constant hugs, cuddles, kisses and more. you want some time to relax on the couch and read, or watch something on your phone? his head is on your lap, nose sticking into your tummy. if it takes more time than he anticipated, his patience runs out and he falls onto you with his whole body, knocking whatever you held out, and caging you in his grip. if you're making something in the kitchen, he wraps his hands around your waist and kisses the nape of your neck. he also loves having you on his lap, tucked in under a blanket, and he kisses your forehead. makeout sessions on the floor, holding your hand when you're on a rooftop, looking at the stars, groaning and not letting you go in the mornings. you both feel heat rising to your faces in moments like this, because sure, you touched other people, but it was never this… open, vulnerable, genuine and gentle.

• every day he surprises you with how sincere he actually is. dabi the first time you met and dabi in your arms now are like two different people. you find his playful and childlike personality rise up to the surface, replacing the cold and smug one. the moments like these are rare, but very… memorable. you hear him banging on your bathroom door when you're taking a shit because he misses you, and when you yell back, he responds with “y’know babe, i don't mind the smell. you put up with mine, so i can do the same”. or when he keeps losing in a videogame and throws the phone at the corner of the room, and punches a pillow a hundred times. “i can't! how do you fucking do these things? is there a cheat or something?” and you laugh. you laugh, and you laugh, and he thinks it's the warmest feeling he ever felt. so he keeps making you laugh. you feel so loved, because it's only you who sees him like this. it's only you who he trusts this much.

• he tells you he likes sewing. no one really did it for him obviously, and he liked holding onto his clothes, so he had to do it himself, and he actually found it soothing. so whenever you needed something patched up, he picks it up immediately. if you get a hole in your sock, he's on his knees and doing the job. he also loves dancing. he was secretly doing it his whole life, it felt freeing, in a way. and he's become good at it. on some nights he grabs your hand and pulls you into a slow dance, in a dark kitchen with the only lighting source being a lightbulb in the fridge. he doesn't think of this as romance, he never knows what romance actually is, he just does what he thinks you might like. and you like it a lot.

• there are tough times in many relationships, and yours wasn't an exception. we all know dabi isn't the most mentally healthy and stable one. there were times when he regressed back to distancing himself, when the guilt and doubts would eat him alive, and he was gone for days, if not weeks, only coming to your apartment at night through your window, and lying beside you on the bed, bringing you close. you asked him what's wrong, you tried to be there for him, but sometimes it was just unbearable. he can't. he can't tell you. he trusts you, he truly does, but not fully. he doesn't trust anyone fully. so you argue. again, and again, and again. he comes home with bruises and injuries, that you have to tend to, and you find out that his “metabolism issues” that he mentioned in the league was a lie to cover his overheating. you ask him to be careful over and over, but he can't. he has to prepare and achieve his goals. and it's dangerous. he doesn't want to involve you in that shit.

• give him time. it's all that he needs. it hurts both of you, and he hates to see you upset. he thinks that you would leave him because of it, and it scares him to his core. for the first time in his life he allowed himself to let someone get so close, and if you left, he couldn't even imagine what kind of person he would become. if you left, you’d rip out a part of him and leave him completely empty. but he always expected it. always expected you to leave him. because who would want to stay with someone like him? someone so stubborn and selfish, secretive, irritable, cold and… disgusting. so he would understand if you left, but it would hurt worse than the depths of hell he resided in.

• but you don't. you stay. it keeps hurting you, but you still stay. it irritates him, he's confused again, but he holds you close at night, he kisses your fingers, and you stroke his hair, while he's listening to your heartbeat. and then it all spills like blood from his burnt skin. he tells you everything, slowly and carefully, and you feel like you passed some kind of test. it’s ironic for some reason. he tells you about who he actually is, his childhood, everything that got up to this point, his crimes and his plans and goals. you listen attentively, and he looks so… small. open. weak and vulnerable. he looks up at you and waits for a strike. he expects you to get disgusted, to curse him and regret ever falling in love with him, to blame him for all his sins, and finally leave. it's like he went back to being a child that is about to get irreparably broken. but you only sigh, kiss the crown of his head and tell him he should’ve told you earlier. you say that you will go through all of this together, that you won't leave him, not now, not ever.

• he can't believe this. what is wrong with you? it wasn't supposed to be like this. after everything he did you still chose to stay with him. it was ridiculous. you ruined his whole perception of people. that night he kissed you until you were both suffocating. it hurt like a bitch, it ripped your insides. but you decided not to cry. you decided to learn.*

• and so, you kept smoking on the balcony together. you kept taking strolls around the bar at night. you kept coming to movie nights with the league and snuggle under the shared blanket. you kept protecting each other, treating each other's wounds, healing together. you trusted him with your life. he trusted you with his soul and beyond. you were now the most precious thing in this world for him. he even decided to try and not die for your sake. did he forget his initial goals? obviously not. has he obtained a new dream? yes. will he burn this world to ashes for you? yes. will he do anything for you? probably. if you ask well enough.

* a lyric from "the fear of losing this" by florist

* a lyric from "devour" by mr. kitty

in conclusion: he's a touch starved little babygirl that needs attention. not proofread, so i apologize for any mistakes in advance. also, eng is not my first language, so there's that.

#dabi headcanons #dabi #mha #mha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha headcannons #dabi fluff #dabi angst #dabi x reader #dabi brainrot #i'm losing my shit over this man #boku no academia #boku no hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha x y/n #league of villains #mha shigaraki #shigaraki #dabi x you #mr compress #toga #twice

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What a loving and doting husband ❤️🥰

[ermnmika]

I love Obito

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selected sketches from my 2018 narutober run

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for @rinweek2022, day 4: Healing