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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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↱ fun at the arcade ↰

➘ summary : Tomura Shigaraki goes to the arcade and ends up having fun for once in his life

➘ Tomura Shigaraki x reader, league of villains x reader

The neon lights of the arcade glowed brilliantly in the evening, casting a vibrant hue over the bustling crowd. Amidst the sounds of laughter and the flashing screens, Tomura Shigaraki, usually immersed in the dark world of villainy, found himself inexplicably drawn to the allure of the arcade.

He stood near a row of claw machines, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes scanning the array of games. Tomura was known for his brooding and serious demeanor, but in this moment, he felt a strange sense of nostalgia, memories of a simpler time tugging at his thoughts.

As he observed the crowd, his attention was captured by a young woman, (Y/N), who seemed to be engrossed in a dance game. Her movements were fluid, her expression a mix of determination and concentration. Tomura found himself inexplicably drawn to her energy, a stark contrast to his own inner turmoil.

(Y/N) noticed his gaze and flashed him a friendly smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hey there! Are you here to play too?"

Tomura's usual response would have been a cold dismissal, but he found himself nodding, almost involuntarily. "Yeah, I guess I am."

With an inviting gesture, (Y/N) motioned to the machine next to her. "Wanna play together? It's more fun with a partner!"

Tomura hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Yet, something about (Y/N)'s openness and genuine enthusiasm compelled him to step closer and take a seat beside her.

They played a few rounds, laughter and camaraderie filling the air. Tomura's tense demeanor began to relax, a rare smile gracing his lips as he lost himself in the games. It was as if he had momentarily forgotten the weight of his villainous responsibilities.

"(Y/N), you're really good at this," he admitted, his surprise evident.

(Y/N) shrugged modestly. "I've been coming here for a while. It's a great way to unwind and have fun."

As the evening wore on, Tomura and (Y/N) continued to enjoy each other's company, moving from game to game with a sense of shared excitement. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the connection between them growing stronger with every passing moment.

"(Y/N), this has been unexpectedly enjoyable," Tomura confessed, his tone more sincere than he had intended.

She grinned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you decided to join in on the fun. It's always nice to make new friends."

The word "friend" resonated with Tomura in a way he hadn't expected. He had become so isolated in his world of darkness that the concept of friendship felt foreign, yet strangely comforting.

As the night drew to a close, (Y/N) stood beside Tomura, her expression one of genuine warmth. "I had a great time hanging out with you, (Y/N). Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

Tomura felt a flicker of hesitation, a reminder of the secrets he carried. But he found himself nodding, a sense of yearning for connection overriding his reservations. "Yeah, I'd like that."

As they parted ways, Tomura watched (Y/N) disappear into the crowd, a sense of unexpected hope and lightness in his heart. For a brief moment, he had experienced a taste of normalcy, a reminder that even in the darkness, there was the potential for something more.

In the days that followed, Tomura found his thoughts often drifting to the memory of his time at the arcade with (Y/N). The connection they had formed had ignited a spark of something he hadn't felt in a long time – a sense of camaraderie and a fleeting glimpse of the ordinary world.

One afternoon, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Tomura found himself standing outside the arcade once again. He hesitated for a moment, his inner turmoil warring with his desire for connection. Eventually, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar sounds and lights enveloping him.

His gaze searched the crowd, and he finally spotted (Y/N) at a racing game, her eyes fixed on the screen as she maneuvered her virtual car. With a mixture of determination and nostalgia, Tomura approached her.

"(Y/N)," he called out, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

She turned to him with a smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Hey! I didn't expect to see you here."

Tomura shrugged, a hint of awkwardness in his movements. "I thought... maybe we could hang out again."

(Y/N)'s smile widened, and she motioned to the open seat beside her. "Sure, come join me! This game is a bit challenging, but I'm determined to win."

Tomura took a seat beside her, his heart surprisingly at ease in her presence. They played the game together, cheering each other on and sharing laughter as they navigated the virtual track.

As they moved on to other games, their conversations flowed effortlessly. Tomura found himself opening up in ways he hadn't thought possible. He spoke about his past, the challenges he faced, and the complexities of his world. And in turn, (Y/N) shared stories about her own life, her dreams, and her aspirations.

"You know, (Y/N), I haven't felt this... normal in a long time," Tomura admitted, his gaze a mixture of vulnerability and earnestness.

She nodded, her understanding evident. "Sometimes, it's the simple moments that remind us of the beauty in life. Even in a world of chaos, there are pockets of joy and connection."

Tomura's chest tightened at her words, a mixture of gratitude and longing flooding his emotions. In (Y/N)'s presence, he felt a rare sense of acceptance, as if his flaws and darkness were momentarily eclipsed by the light of their friendship.

As the evening came to an end, (Y/N) turned to Tomura with a smile. "I'm really glad we met, (Y/N). You've brought a touch of brightness into my day."

He met her gaze, his own eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and something deeper. "Me too, (Y/N). You've shown me a different side of life."

As they parted ways once again, Tomura carried with him a renewed sense of purpose. The connection he had found with (Y/N) reminded him that even in the midst of his villainous journey, there was the potential for change and redemption.

The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the unexpected bond he shared with (Y/N) had opened a door to a world he hadn't dared to dream of. And he was determined to see where it led.

In the days that followed, Tomura's interactions with (Y/N) became a bright spot in his otherwise chaotic existence. They met at the arcade regularly, sharing laughter, stories, and an ever-growing sense of camaraderie. For Tomura, these moments offered a temporary reprieve from the darkness that consumed him.

One evening, as they walked out of the arcade together, Tomura hesitated, a question tugging at his thoughts. "(Y/N), there's something I should tell you."

(Y/N) looked at him curiously, her expression open and attentive. "What is it, (Y/N)?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "I... I'm not who you think I am. I'm involved in things that... you wouldn't understand."

(Y/N)'s brow furrowed in confusion, concern flickering in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Tomura's gaze held a mixture of hesitation and urgency. "I'm part of something darker, something you'd probably consider villainous."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of emotions crossing her features. "Wait, you're saying... you're a villain?"

He nodded, his voice somber. "Yes, and my actions... they've hurt people."

For a moment, there was silence as (Y/N) processed his confession. Tomura braced himself for a reaction, expecting her to pull away in fear or disgust.

But to his surprise, (Y/N) placed a gentle hand on his arm, her eyes filled with empathy. "Tomura, I believe that people are complex. We're shaped by our experiences and the choices we make. You're more than just a label. You're a person with your own story."

Tomura was taken aback by her understanding, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief flooding his emotions. "You don't... hate me?"

(Y/N) shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "I don't hate anyone without knowing their full story. And if you're willing to share your story with me, I'm willing to listen."

His heart swelled with a mixture of emotions – gratitude, relief, and a growing sense of attachment. In (Y/N)'s presence, he felt seen in a way he hadn't before. He felt like more than just a villain; he felt like a person with the potential for change.

Over the next few weeks, Tomura gradually opened up to (Y/N) about his past, his motivations, and the tangled web of villainy he was a part of. Her acceptance and willingness to understand him created a bond that transcended their differences.

As they spent time together, (Y/N) reminded Tomura of the humanity he had lost touch with. She showed him that even in the darkest of circumstances, there was room for redemption and growth.

And as the days turned into nights, Tomura found himself unraveling layers of his own heart. He realized that the connection he shared with (Y/N) was a testament to the power of compassion and understanding, a beacon of light that had the potential to guide him towards a different path.

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fullybooked · 1 year

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For You

Title: For You Pairing: Dabi x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: A little suggestive at the end? Bad writing (I hate this) Summary: Dabi leaves for long periods of time, and you're growing tired of it. He sees that.

Sat at the edge of the bed, curled in on yourself, and he stops walking. His first thought was that you were hurt, that someone had found out about you and needed to get back at him.

But there was no blood. You weren’t crying, and you were looking up at him with no pain in your eyes.

“Doll,” He says, “you hiding from me back here?”

You don’t respond for a moment, just looking at him. Sometimes, he would come back bloodied and bruised. He was okay, this time. Another wave of relief washed over you. And you hated that you wanted to run into his arms and tell him you missed him. He didn’t deserve that from you and you knew it.

“You're back,” you acknowledge out loud and immediately look away from him, “for how long this time?”

“What’s that mean?” He asks, approaching the bed and setting himself on the soft mattress behind you. You expected him to lay back and fall asleep and wait for you to join him in bed. But you didn’t hear him laying back.

“You’re leaving soon,” you remind him, “tomorrow morning? Tomorrow night? You’re never here for long.”

A stretch of silence. Did he hear you? Did you want him to?

“We have a job tomorrow morning,” he answers.

You nod and your emotions go unseen by him as he sits behind you. At least, you think. But he sees your shoulders slouch and your head almost fall forward in defeat.

Dabi didn’t like to think about the effect he had on the people around him. Even if the only person he was around outside of his job was you. He knew that there would be a toll taken on your relationship because of who he was and what he did. Most of the time, when that thought crept into his mind, he didn’t humor it. He told himself that it would happen, and he would move on when it did. He told himself that he had no emotional attachment to you.

So why was his chest constricting when he saw the toll being taken? This isn’t how he told himself he would handle it when it happened.

“Dabi,” You speak the name he gave to himself, and he hums to show his attention has been caught, “do you care about me?”

His throat closed immediately. And he didn’t respond. He didn’t know what he would say if he opened his mouth. He was a villain, a horrible person, wanted throughout the country. He didn't deserve to care about you, or about anyone. He bites his lip and makes himself scoff.

“What the hell brings that on?” He asks coldly.

He expected you to flinch, or at least visibly react to his harsh words. You usually did. But this time you looked back over your shoulder, exhaustion covering your face, and sighed at his response.

“I’m not asking if you love me,” you explain, “I’m asking if you care about me at all. Not a hard question, I don’t think.”

“And I’m asking why you’re asking it,” he rolls his eyes and finally lays back on the bed that smelled of your shampoo. He hated that his stomach twisted when the scent hit him, as if answering the question for him.

“Because I’m getting tired, Dabi,” you say and look back ahead of you, “you’re here one day and gone the next. If you’re just using me, admit it. I think I deserve that after this long.”

This long. He wonders exactly how long you’ve been putting up with this. Months? No, it was at least a year. He met you when there was snow on the ground. It had melted and new snow was outside of your window today. For at least a year he had been sneaking into your apartment and sliding into your bed. Was he using you? For food and a place to sleep?

No. He had a room at the hideout. It wasn’t nice, but he’d slept in worse. And he could get food anywhere. So that wasn’t the reason he kept coming back. He rolled his head against the bed and looks towards you again. You had yet to move, and he expected you to do so quickly. To start yelling at him, demanding that he give you more than he has to offer. You deserved that.

But you only shake your head at his silence, “I picked up a night shift,” you say as you finally begin to uncurl from the end of the bed and onto your feet, “in case you came back. I expect you’ll be gone when I get home.”

Dabi opens his mouth to ask why you didn’t want to be around him. There had been a few times when you switched shifts with someone because he came back. To spend the night with him. Now you were switching to get away from him. He closed his mouth, telling himself he didn’t care why. It was only a matter of time before you grew tired of him and the life he led.

He watches as you walk from the bedroom, closing the door behind you and moving away from him. The warmth that filled the apartment went with you, and he was left in silence that was louder than usual.

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Dabi found it annoyingly hard to fall asleep. Even after eating and taking a much-needed shower, he was still wide awake. In a bed that felt cold despite his high body temperature. He knew the reason, as angry as he was about it, but he also couldn’t change it.

Maybe he should’ve stopped coming around after a few months. Maybe he should’ve stopped thinking about you after a few weeks, maybe he never should’ve spoken to you in the first place. But he couldn’t dwell on what he should have done. He did it anyway. He kissed you first, he watched you make breakfast in the mornings, and he still crawled into bed to be near you.

He regretted every decision that led him to this moment. Wondering if he had finally pushed you away and wishing he hadn’t.

The front door opened and he didn’t react. He didn’t jump up and run to you like you did to him.

Your keys loudly jingle as you set them by the door, and he hears you sliding off your shoes. He wondered if you would sleep on the couch since he was already in bed. A pang of hope went through his chest that you wouldn’t. He hadn’t slept beside you in days…

He cursed himself for caring about that fact.

Your footsteps get closer to the bedroom, and you open the door quietly. Dabi’s staring at the ceiling and turns his head to watch you come through the door. You were pulling off your jacket, he could tell in the darkness. But he couldn’t see your face. He wanted to see you.

“Doll,” he says and begins to sit up in the bed, “come here.”

“You’re awake,” you say in a whisper, and make no move to follow his instructions.

“Doll…” he watches your figure turn towards the dresser in the dark, illuminated by the street lights in your bedroom window. Still no response to his nickname for you. Desperation was starting to sting his fingers. Would you leave? Would you change the locks? Would you block his number and forget about him? All things he deserved, and yet he hoped there was still a chance for him somewhere in you.

“Y/N,” he uses your name again. A rare occurrence that seemed to make your movements a pace slower, “come. Here.”

He watches as you begin to change in the dark. Your work uniform is discarded on the floor, to be washed over the weekend that was approaching. He liked to watch you walk around the place in his clothes when it was laundry day. Were there anymore days like that left for him with you?

You put on your pajamas before approaching the bed, probably going to ignore him further. But Dabi reached out, his stinging fingers soothed only by the feeling of your skin underneath them. He pulled you away from your side of the bed, and on top of him.

Stradling his waist, hands setting on his shoulders to stop from colliding with him entirely. His fingers are digging into your hips and you can tell that he’s got something on his mind. Usually, you would ask. You would want to know what was bothering him. But tonight you didn’t question it, no energy left to deal with the long road it would take to get an answer.

“Dabi,” you sigh, “not tonight.”

He leans back against the headboard of the bed, fingers tapping against your skin. He doesn’t respond and you can hear the wheels turning in his head.

“Not what I was aiming for,” he admits, and then ads, “this time.”

“Then what do you want?” You ask, hands going limp on his shoulders and prepared to pull away from him, “it’s not to talk, I know that.”

You hated the way his hands felt like warm wax on your skin, and the way you wanted to melt into his touch and never let go of him. He would be gone in a matter of hours, and you would be left alone. Again. For the millionth time, it seems, you hadn’t learned your lesson. You should be pushing him out the door and telling him to get lost. To find another sorry soul to keep him company.

Dabi’s hands clench down on your hips, rooting you in place, and his head moves up just the slightest. His lips are against yours, rough and salty. With as much fervor as he was capable of, he dragged his teeth against your bottom lip and tried to pull you as close to his body as he could. You hummed against his lips, allowing the rare affection to be soaked up into your bones.

His kisses are always intense and fleeting, like dreams you can’t remember when you wake up. But this one was different. He kept going, even after he would usually pull back. His tongue was trying to memorize your own, and he kept pulling at your body. He was making up for lost time with you, it seemed. Or maybe that was your own wishful thinking.

You hated how you melted into it.

“I’m not going,” he says against your lips, the words almost lost in the darkness around you, “I’m not leaving.”

You try to pull away a little further to hear him better, “what?”

You can only get so far away with the way his hands are clinging to you, “Not this time.”

You listen to his words, playing over in your head. It wasn’t much to other people. He was missing one job out of millions, giving you an extra day with him. But it was a step, it was progress. He was staying with you. For you. He was saying for you.

That thought alone was enough to bring a smile back to your face. He was staying for you.

Dabi isn’t good at admitting to anyone how he feels. And even if he’d come to realize that he does care about you, he couldn’t bring the words to his lips. So he could only try and show you. The way he felt your joy return to the kiss, returning his passion, he knew he was in deep with you.

There was no changing what he wanted to change. He wanted to stay away from you, to give you a chance with someone better. But he couldn’t. So he could only try and be a little better for you.

#dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabi imagines #touya x reader #touya imagine #touya imagines #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #mha imagine #mha imagines #dabi bnha #dabi villain #league of villains #league of villians x reader #league of villains imagines #league of villains imagine

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batfamhyperfixation · 1 year

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The Batkids: *all sitting on the floor huddled around a phone*

Bruce, walking up: What are you guys doing?

Tim: We're playing a new game. Its like truth or dare, except it is only dare, and all the dares are decided by a random word generator set for verbs, if we need more context we can randomly generate a noun too. Here, Steph is next, watch.

Steph: *clicks the generate a word button* 'appreciate'? *Clicks for a noun* 'Scene'? Am I supposed to go to a play? Look at the top of a mountain?

Damian: you have to get to the top of the hill, adequately appreciate the scene, and get back before your next turn, otherwise you are out

Steph: *gets up and runs out of the house*

Jason: My turn *presses the randomly generate a word button* Request *presses to randomly select a noun* cookies. Fuck yes! Alfred!

Cass, soaking wet, signing: not fair

Bruce: hey, I saw Dick's car out front, where is he?

Duke: he got 'vanish'

Tim: Still better than that time Jason got 'die'

Damian: me next, 'read'

Jason, walking in with a plate full of cookies: you gotta read and finish Pride and Prejudice before your next turn.

Damian: That's impossible! Without Dick that is only 5 people before me.

Tim: Impossible if you sit here complaining. Better hop to it.

Damian: *running to the library*

Duke, stealing a cookie: you wanna try, Bruce?

Bruce: maybe just once *clicks the button* 'grin'

Tim: Batman has to smile for an entire day fighting bad guys and dealing with the Justice League

Bruce: I don't like this game

#lets just say they didnt trust the other batkids to give them dares so this seemed like a safer option #still laughing that when i was clicking a random one for Bruce it came back with grin #like could you imagine all the villains getting creeped out when batman swoops in to stop them and he just has a huge plastered on smile on #or worse the justice league having to sit through a whole meeting with broody batman forcefully smiling the entire time #dick's laughter can be heard in the background the whole time but no one has seen him for a week #batfam #batkids #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect batkids quotes #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #duke thomas

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justanotherfangirlwup · 3 months

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Well, he tried.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #my draws #tomura #tomura shiragaki #league of villains #tenko shimura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x reader #tomura x you #bnha #mha

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 10 months

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It's okay he's still my babygirl

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livingindabisribcage · 25 days

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Shigaraki NSFW Headcanons

Cause he makes me so insatiabley horny

Warning: nsfw obviously

This is the horniest fucker to ever exist, but he is a virgin until you

like it's bad, he's watched so much porn , he genuinely had an addiction

so when you two start getting sexual, expect a couple things

1. he doesn't last very long. however, he does regain his stamina pretty quickly so you can get back at it pretty soon.

2. he has no experience, so he's gonna try and use the weird porn he's watched as a basis - which he realizes very soon does not work

so after a few times of him kinda embarrassing himself, he goes full 180 and becomes a nervous mess

so for a while, you'll have to be in control. maybe not physically unless you want to be, but you'll have to guide him and very much show him exactly what he's supposed to do

consider: he loves you. yes he's a horny fuck, but he's also scared of people coming close to him, he's scared of vulnerability, and this feels very vulnerable. so he trusts you, and he cares about you more than anything. he really wouldn't have sex with someone unless he genuinely cared about them

meaning: he wants to make you happy. he wants you to think he's doing a good job and for you to feel fucking amazing

so he takes everything you say very seriously, and once he gets more comfortable your sex life gets amazingly better

because beyond what youve told him you like, he pays attention to all the little noises and faces and body reactions so he knows what you like exactly and he takes advantage of that in every way

he slowly becomes more and more dominant, if you're dominant you'll probably fight for it often, but if you're submissive he happily takes control

he doesn't like not being in control, but he allowed it because he knew that it'd benefit the both of you, so now he wants to be completely in control to make up for it

his favorite position is probably doggy, but in front of a mirror. Tomura loves ass, he loves seeing your ass and being able to grab at it and spank it (and maybe play with the hole if he's not already in that one) but he also loves to see your face, to see you fall apart as he fucks you, so he'll grab your hair and force you to watch yourself in the mirror

he spends most of his time around the league, which means you do too. you're basically attached to his hip at all times, and tomura likes to show you off. which also means he loves making you scream his name all night so everyone knows what's going on

he'd also be very tempted to fuck you in front of everyone - it probably stems from being told he's ugly and scary looking his whole life but he's fucking someone as hot as you so he has to rub it in everyone's faces

during a meeting, where you know he has a little makeshift throne, he's definitely had his cock buried in you while you sit on his lap, squirming around trying to get any stimulation you can, him lazily thrusting into you every now and then

his ability to regain stamina quick only gets worse once he goes through his whole buff transformation, you're getting railed for literal hours

he loves overstimulating you, he wants you to beg to cum and tell him it's too much and that you're gonna die if he doesnt stop, but keep letting him fuck you

at first, the thought of toys made him kinda insecure, but after impulsively buying you a dildo he loves it. whether it's shoving it in both of your holes, or him fucking your mouth while you fuck yourself with it, he thinks it's so hot

his wallpaper is definitely a nude

he likes superiority kinks, probably not daddy, but being called Master, or Sir, he gets so hard

his dick is long too, like 8 inches, but it's a little thin. he has scrawny man dick syndrome. it does get a little thicker when he gets buffer though

hes a sadist, so he'll put you through as much pain and humiliation as you can handle. he'll spank your ass red, yank your hair so hard you think he'll rip it out, bite you till you bleed, hell he'll even pull your panties over your head while he fucks you just to humiliate you (side note- he definitely has a wedgie kink)

if you're more vanilla (no shame), then he'll respect that. again, he loves you and it's more so about you, so he'd keep his fantasies to himself.

#shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #league of villains #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki headcanons

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moonsvillain · 5 days

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hotwings au where hawks is a vampire, dabi is a human, and they meet through the vampire equivalent of doordash.

dabi shows up at his door, scruffy and woozy (guy who's been doing this as a full time job and is not coping with the blood loss very well)

hawks is (rightfully) concerned and is ready to cancel his order but dabi immediately disagrees because "that'll fuck up my ratings sooo bad dude don't be an asshole"

hawks: "???"

dabi: "i really need this job man"

hawks kinda shrugs and asks if dabi's up to anything for the next few hours and dabi doesn't have anything going on so hawks invites him in and immediately sits this guy down on his couch to feed him and let him rest for at least four hours so he's not indirectly accused of manslaughter

one must imagine the disposition of an alley cat encountering canned food for the first time: internal battle of mistrust versus yummy treats

dabi goes down kicking and screaming

(the day he goes over to hawks' place it's raining so hard you can barely see and all dabi has is a cheap plastic poncho. hawks' place has heating—he very 'reluctantly' curls up on the couch)

hawks is probably the worst cook on earth but when he tells dabi this, he refuses to let hawks order food for him; dabi would literally rather die than subject another minimum wage worker to the storm outside just to come to this rich asshole's home

which ends up with dabi in hawks' kitchen, making himself a meal

(which, he probably wouldn't usually do this, but the blood loss is kind of getting to him. dabi's decision making has slowly trickled down to the average level it is when he gets drunk)

when he's fed and warm and hawks has forced him to watch two animated movies dabi could not give less of a shit about he finally turns to dabi like

"ok i know we're having a great time but also i really need to eat something. like. you. preferably."

dabi shrugs and offers up his arm, getting progressively more sleepy while hawks finishes his meal before falling asleep pressed against hawks' side

wakes up the next morning with a blanket pulled over him, cheek pressed to a throw pillow with a littleee bit of drool staining the fabric under him

sits up and looks around, armed only with blurry memories of the night before

("did i... sleep with this guy...!?!??!?")

finds a note on the table and unfolds it, trying to figure out what the hell is going on

(lovedddd hanging w u yesterday :P off at work feel free 2 make urself breakfast before u go. U should know where everything is. tip on the counter 4 u. xoxo hawks)

dabi, slightly mortified at the implication he rooted around in this guy's kitchen when he was out of it yesterday finds the tip

it's literally, like, $500 dollars

dabi scribbles down his phone number and sticks it on the fridge with a magnet

(half because he really needed that money and is pleasantly surprised that he got rent money a week earlier than he was expecting)

(half because he might not remember yesterday entirely, but he remembers feeling safe and warm and being addicted to that rare sensation)

hawks is very happy when he gets home, even if dabi isn't there, when he finds his little gift on the fridge

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months

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I've been thinking of this little yandere! LoV x Vigilante! reader scenario and it goes something along the lines of this (I'm not creative when it comes to coming up with quirks so don't judge me too hard for readers power):

Reader is a vigilante who has the quirk to charm and fluster anyone she touches, but she has to touch their bare hand in order for the ability to work. It's especially effective if she goes for the target's pulse points first, then they'll be completely whipped. Reader also has a very cheeky personality to boot so for some people it might take them a minute to realize what her quirk is.

She's not a full on villain as she does not wish to harm other people. However, she's angry with the hero society and wishes to seek out true justice in the world and wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what the League of Villains is looking for.

The members would all try scouting her out as she seems good for the cause and is good at using her ability. But Reader hates the League and wants nothing to do with it. Various situations follow as the group of misfits begin to fall for her.

Some are flustered, some might even get a kiss from Reader (hint, one of em is Dabi lmao). And you can't tell me that these suckers wouldn't eat this stuff up as most of them never felt the touch of a woman. Spinner would be a sweetheart though.

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headintheclouds-posts · 10 months

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I’m literally obsessed with him….18+. MDNI

I can just imagine the way his hips would roll into you, pounding your soft flesh. He would definitely be a whiner, spewing pretty nonsense from his chapped lips and loud exhales as you tighten around his tip. Shigaraki is obsessed with you, obsessed with the way your skin feels on his finger tips and the way your back arches off the bed, allowing his mouth to attach to your hardened nipple. There’s also no doubt in my mind that he has stamina, all those built up feelings residing in his body means he can go for hours, touching, sucking and fucking you until your body is a sweaty shaking mess.

Afterwards he shows you a great deal of love, he’s not the type to be that physical with someone he doesn’t care about, so he will hold you close and rub his nose against yours before pecking sweet butterfly kisses to your face, lulling you into a calming sleep.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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↱ comfort in the darkness ↰

➘ summary : Shigaraki is thankful for his adoptive sister, especially since she keeps the nightmares away

➘ Tomura Shigaraki x reader, league of villains x reader

The League of Villains' hideout was shrouded in darkness as the night enveloped them. Tomura Shigaraki, the enigmatic and tormented leader, often found himself trapped in the clutches of his own haunting past. Nightmares from his childhood, memories of pain and loss, clawed at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to consume him.

Amidst the chaos and the sinister plans that churned within the League's world, there was one source of solace for Tomura—an unexpected one. His adopted sister, (Y/N), carried an air of calmness that he found inexplicably soothing. Her presence had a way of grounding him, of keeping the darkness at bay.

As Tomura lay in his bed, his mind plagued by the echoes of his past, a soft knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. The door creaked open, and (Y/N) stepped into the room, her presence a small but comforting light in the shadows.

"Tomura, are you awake?" she asked softly.

Tomura nodded, unable to voice the swirling turmoil within him. (Y/N) approached his bed, her movements gentle as she sat down beside him. Without a word, she extended her arms, inviting him to lean against her.

Tomura hesitated for a moment, his guard always high, even around those he cared for. But the pull of (Y/N)'s presence was undeniable. He shifted closer, resting his head against her shoulder, his eyes closed as he breathed in her familiar scent.

As (Y/N)'s arms enveloped him in a warm embrace, a sense of tranquility washed over Tomura. The nightmares that had tormented him seemed to retreat, as if pushed back by the simple act of human connection.

"You can rest, Tomura," (Y/N) whispered, her voice a gentle murmur in the darkness.

He nodded, his tense muscles slowly relaxing as he allowed himself to lean into the comfort (Y/N) provided. It was an intimacy he rarely experienced, a vulnerability he had seldom allowed himself to indulge in.

With (Y/N) by his side, Tomura drifted into a restless sleep. His dreams were no longer haunted by the demons of his past, replaced instead by a sense of safety and the fleeting warmth of a connection he had desperately needed.

The night passed in silence, (Y/N)'s presence a steadfast anchor for Tomura. And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, he woke to find (Y/N) still beside him, her steady breathing a testament to the peacefulness she had brought to his restless soul.

"Thank you," Tomura murmured, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that was rare for him.

(Y/N) smiled gently, her fingers brushing against his hair. "Anytime, Tomura. I'm here for you."

In that moment, amidst the darkness and the complexities of their lives, Tomura and (Y/N) found a quiet refuge in each other's arms—a refuge that offered a respite from the nightmares that plagued them both, a refuge that held the promise of healing in the midst of their shared chaos.

As the days turned into weeks, the bond between Tomura and (Y/N) deepened. Their connection grew stronger, fueled by the unspoken understanding they shared. (Y/N) continued to offer Tomura a source of solace, a safe haven from the tumultuous world they inhabited.

Late one evening, as the League of Villains' hideout buzzed with activity, Tomura found himself retreating to his room once again. The weight of their plans and the chaos of their lives bore down on him, threatening to engulf him in a sea of darkness. But he knew that there was one person who could provide him with the comfort he so desperately needed.

With a soft knock, (Y/N) entered his room, her eyes meeting his with a sense of familiarity. Tomura didn't hesitate this time. He extended his arms, silently inviting her to join him on the bed. (Y/N) smiled and settled beside him, her arms wrapping around him as he leaned into her embrace.

"Tell me about something positive, (Y/N)," Tomura murmured, his voice a rare vulnerability.

(Y/N) hummed softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. "Remember the time we found that stray cat near the hideout? It was a rainy day, and the poor thing was shivering. We took it in, dried it off, and it ended up becoming our unofficial mascot."

Tomura's lips twitched into a small smile, his tension slowly easing as he listened to (Y/N)'s soothing voice. Her stories, her presence, they had a way of grounding him in a reality that wasn't tainted by the shadows of his past.

As (Y/N) continued to share anecdotes and tales of their shared moments, Tomura found himself transported to a world where innocence and happiness still existed. The nightmares that once tormented him felt distant, replaced by the warmth of (Y/N)'s embrace and the sound of her laughter.

"You have a way of making even the darkest moments seem a little brighter," Tomura admitted, his voice tinged with gratitude.

(Y/N) tightened her embrace, her chin resting on top of his head. "You're not alone in this, Tomura. We face the darkness together."

Tomura closed his eyes, his breathing steady as he absorbed the comfort that (Y/N) provided. With her by his side, the walls he had built around himself seemed to crumble just a little. Her presence was a reminder that he wasn't defined solely by his past or his role as a villain, but by the connections he formed and the potential for change within him.

As the night deepened, (Y/N) and Tomura remained wrapped in each other's arms, finding a sense of solace and hope in the midst of their shared vulnerability. In that moment, their bond transcended the chaos that surrounded them, offering a glimpse of the healing power that existed within their connection—a connection that held the promise of transformation and redemption, even for someone as tormented as Tomura Shigaraki.

#x reader #bnha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #my hero academia masterlist #league of villians x reader #league of villains imagines #league of villains imagine #tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki imagine #Tomura Shigaraki imagines #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you

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supernatural-hunter1 · 3 months

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Y/n’s Ex wants to get back with them but Dabi refuses to let your Ex get to you.

You’re Ex: “Y/n’s let me in I wanna talk to you!” Your ex said, while tapping at your window.

Y/n: “NO!”

You’re Ex: “please it’s cold out here?”

Dabi walks over to the window and opens it.

Dabi: “Here’s some matches set yourself on fire.”

He said to your ex and closes the window.

#dabi x reader #lov x reader #lov headcannons #dabi headcannons #dabi x y/n #league of villains x reader #League of villains headcannons #dabi imagine

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goldengirlgalaxy · 9 months

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You know how there's a whole thing about how DC superheroes die and get brought back a lot? Well, for DPxDC, how about this?

Every time a Justice League member gets resurrected, their ghost remains in the Ghost Zone.

So you'll have a member of the Justice League bite the bullet for whatever reason, they'll form as a ghost in the Ghost Zone. They'll make themselves comfortable, maybe they'll even becoming defenders of peaceful ghosts who have no experience fighting or no desire to fight. Maybe they'll find dead family members and re-establish their bonds. Maybe they'll find other dead members of the Justice League and make and undead branch of the Justice League. Maybe they'll meet Danny and either help teach him how to be a hero (if he's still young) or become a hero group supported by him (if he becomes the king).

And then, for whatever reason, someone found the magical amulet that can revive a person, they somehow developed 1-Ups for a limited time, the revival machine finally got a tune up, the hero gets revived. But the ghost doesn't leave the Ghost Zone. Because of this, the revived hero doesn't have any memories of their time in the afterlife. The ghost probably doesn't even notice something changed and that their old body is up and running again.

This all ends up coming to a head when the GIW decide to push the manhunt for Danny Phantom and all other ghosts, lying to the Justice League in order to convince them to help. They eventually decide to hunt down Danny and corner him, ready to capture him...

… And suddenly he's saved by a bunch of ghosts that look identical to them.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #justice league #If someone died multiple times either the ghost gains their current memories or another ghost is formed #I also imagine that if a ghost possessed their living counterpart they would essentially fuse together #Either they're fully alive and just regain their memories or they become half ghosts #I wonder if this makes the revived heroes clones of the original ones that died?#Lol if this is an AU where Superman hates Connor for being a clone and everyone comes to that conclusion that'd be so ironic #Hating the clone when you are a technically a clone yourself #If the Justice League is dumb you can make this like that Tumblr post where a zombie and ghost come from the same body #Only the ghosts just find their living bodies really dumb instead of being actually brainless #“Why are you hunting this child?” “What has he ever done?” “For the love of god please look into your claims!"#Maybe being revived and essentially having your soul be a copy has that effect #Villains probably also get the same treatment but their souls are treated with a little more scrutiny #If the Joker has ever had this happen to him his ghost was either imprisoned or made deader than dead for his crimes #Other villains might just retire especially if their crimes weren't severe

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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“Dating” Dabi

~Dabi x Fem! Reader~

Warnings: SPOILERS, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, unhealthy relationship themes and toxic behaviors

A/N: this is my second time posting MHA content and idek what made me wanna write this but I’ve been in a Dabi mood ever since watching “Dabi’s dance” lol. I hope I captured his character well since this is the first time I’ve ever written for him :o

Blue text = You | Purple Text = Dabi

The league liked to say you two were dating, though you were fairly certain that he didn’t see it that way at all

Something was always hanging heavy on his mind, yet you’d never been able to get him to speak up about it

You’d bicker often, call each other names, but usually it was nothing serious. Eventually you found yourself “falling” for the scar covered man

Your pent up feelings came pouring out of you one night, standing with him on the roof of a building where nobody would be able to see either of you

You could still remember his cigarette smoke lingering in the air as you poured heart out to a man who simply couldn’t care less.

“I appreciate it… but I’m not looking for love.”

“I figured, but it was killing me not to tell you.”

You had felt a bit defeated, embarrassed even for letting Toga convince you it wouldn’t hurt to just tell him

“Though… I wouldn’t mind someone sharing my bed.”

Your self pity party came to a screeching halt, eyes wide as you looked at him.

“I’m not looking for anything serious. Just someone to keep me company…”

You watched him inhale before puffing the smoke out between his lips, eyes surveying the city around you.

You knew what he was implying, hell you were close to nearly screaming out yes

You were a villain just like him, there was no future for you that would allow you to settle down or have a boyfriend or anything domestic of that sort

You were willing to play pretend if he was

“So you’re saying… friends with benefits.”

He snapped his finger, chuckling softly. “Pretty much.”

For a man that claimed he wasn’t looking for love, that he wasn’t capable of even feeling those emotion, he certainly knew how to pretend.

He almost had you believing that his words were truth

Perhaps it had been the heat of the moment talking, but you’d never heard him talk so highly of anyone, not even Shigaraki.

“You’re taking me so well… fuck if I knew you’d wanted me this bad earlier…”

On that very rooftop, where nobody could see you, Dabi fulfilled your desires.

Your relationship hadn’t changed at all, you still bickered, you still called each other names, now you just shared a bed on nights were you were both lonely

He was still emotionally unavailable, but more talkative with you and honestly you didn’t mind it one bit

Deep down you knew he was simply using you, getting his stress out by using your body

But you couldn’t exactly say that you weren’t using him for the same reason

It would take about six months of this relationship before Dabi kissed you outside of sex

Just as you had caught him off guard that night on the roof, he caught you off guard alone at the bar in your hideout.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood…”

“Neither am I.”

“Then why did you…”

He shrugged “felt like it.”

He was so cut off from his emotions, so much so that he truly couldn’t offer you an explanation even if had one

You didn’t push, instead you busied yourself with your drink and tried to forget about it

Dabi wouldn’t let you though, stealing kisses when nobody was around and finding your embarrassed face to be quite amusing

Dabi didn’t realize he cared for you until you came back to the hideout one night a bloodied mess.

Though, even then, care was pushing it. If anything he felt protective… something he’d honestly never felt before

Sure he wanted to keep the other members of the LoV alive, but you? Seeing you messed up bothered him

“What the fuck happened?”

“Wasn’t the heroes… some grimy group of wanna be thugs.”

“Wanna be thugs but they fucked you up like this?”

He was fuming, hand griping your forearm tightly as you tried to move away from him

“They caught me off guard, one of ‘em had a powerful quirk. It doesn’t matter now, they’re dead.”

That gave him some satisfaction but not nearly enough

“Did you make them suffer?”

You cracked a smile despite the pain radiating through your body “Of course I did.”

That night you saw a side of him you didn’t think he had, it was quiet and gentle as he tended to your wounds.

Protective even, that night he had kept you close to his side as you slept.

For once in his life, his blinding hatred was subsiding just a bit, enough to let some other emotion seep out.

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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"Tomura is ugl-"

[bomb sounds]

He's a pretty princess wdym 🤨?

#shigaraki #tomura #league of villains #shigaraki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura x reader #tomura fluff #my hero academia #shigaraki fic #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki headcanons #tomura shigiraki x reader #tomura shiragaki #tomura imagine

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livingindabisribcage · 1 month

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Dabi Relationship HC

Starting this blog off strong with the loml

for a while he'd be an AWFUL bf lmao

like he's not really sure how u ended up 'together', he just isn't gonna fight it

however, he is possessive of you. he does know that much. he doesn't know if he'd call it love, or lust, but he wants you to himself

the start of ur relationship (meeting him wise) would be a lot of little convos, smoking (or u sitting there while he smokes if u don't), and not much else

but u 2 start hanging out more and more, he realizes u don't care he's a villain so he tells you more about his life occasionally, and he doesn't really have anyone outside of the league so u become his escape kinda

some point down the line you guys end up fucking, definitely unplanned but there was also slight sexual tension every once and a while, so not unexpected

so for a while you're just fuck buddies, and neither of u really do much else except slowly starting to know more about each other

you start realizing that you do infact like him for more than just a friend, and u realize that at some point he started treating you a little more softly

he had no intention of doing it really, it just happened due to him not usually getting this close with someone and he can actually open up to you a little, so he naturally starts treating u a little (just a little) better

especially since ur the only person he's continuously fucked, he's not a virgin, but he's definitely not been with many people, but the ones he has been with he usually fucks then dips to never be seen again

he didn't really even enjoy sex that much before u, he kinda just wanted to feel grown up once he hit his late teens so he started seeking it out. plus he thought maybe it'd help him feel better for a bit, but no

anyways, at some point, ur relationship went from hanging out and fucking every once In a while, to being by each other during any free time either of u had

there'd be more innocent touching too, just hand holding while walking through the city, or loosely cuddling while scrolling on ur phones. it got to a point where someone called him your boyfriend, and you didn't object to it, and neither did he, so you both kinda just assumed that u guys were in an actual relationship

but again, he'd suck at it. realizing you 2 are basically dating, you'd prolly want to start doing a bit more relationshipy stuff, and he'd object 99% of the time.

dates? scrolling through tiktok and eating take out

affection? a slap on the ass, or a whack to the back of your head. the soft stuff he only does without realizing and you usually initiate it (hand holding, cuddling)

he will also continue to do whatever he wants. he isn't interested in other people, so he wouldn't cheat, but that isn't really a moral boundary as much as it is he can't be bothered

anything you ask of him will be met with "why are you being so annoying" "leave me alone" "what gives you the right to change who I am" things like that

you'd probably 'break up' a few times, saying you never wanna see him again or him telling you to fuck off then leaving only to be back to normal within the week

he'd probably use you in various ways too. if you have money, it's his now too. he *needs* cigs, or he *needs* weed, or any other thing he's interested in at the moment.

he didn't start to change until these 2 things happened though.

1 - you fr left. you put up with him for months, and you were fine with how he acted when it didn't feel serious, but now it feels too serious to be treated this way, and he refuses to change. so you're actually done this time.

you disappear, you block his number and any social media he has. you stay away from ur apartment as much as possible so he can't catch you there. you move on with your life.

he doesn't think he cares at first, at all. as you leave after yelling at him about how over everything you are, he literally rolls his eyes and talks to himself about how dumb and dramatic you are. and he keeps living his life.

then 2 weeks go by, again your fights are usually done with within a week, so it's unusual for you to take this long to come back. so he texts you - blocked. he texts you on something else - blocked. he doesn't understand why this is pissing him off so much.

he goes to your house, banging on the door, but no answer. he stays around the area for a few hours but you don't come back, so he finds something to write a little note on your door to tell u to stop being stupid and leaves.

another week goes by and still nothing. now he's actively looking for you. he's going insane. all of his emotions feel bottled up and he doesn't know whether to be mad, cry, or be happy that he doesn't have to worry about you anymore. he's just anxious and all he knows is that at least seeing you will solve is problems

it's been over a month now, and he's distraught. he's mad at you, but he misses you. he sits there overthinking everything he said to you and even though he doesn't really want to put in the effort to change, he does know he treated you badly. he didn't know how he viewed your relationship but you took it serious, so he should have at least tried to. no one else is willing to put so much effort into him, and he fucked it up

he does still have his league assignments though, and this one assignment sends him a bit further away. he decides to fuck around with people, and he's 'chasing' some loser into an alley way with his hand lit up in flames, kinda snickering at how pathetic this person looks terrified out of their mind.

but suddenly, as the rando turns a corner, someone comes out of it, and both you and dabi are surprised to see each other.

you had run off to stay with a friend in this city, and were trying to go to the store while staying off the main streets (being close to dabi for months kinda had an affect on your reputation, so heroes tended to at least stop you to talk if nothing worse)

after a good few seconds of awkward staring, you turned around and booked it. all your hard work was going down the drain and u panicked and ran.

and that was the 2nd thing. you ran from him. he fucked up so badly that you took 1 look at him and ran. he didn't even realize that you noticed the way his eyes got all watery from seeing you, he looked like a kicked puppy.

he was genuinely just sad. still very angry, but sad. he couldn't even bring himself to chase after you, so he just made his way home.

you had been somewhat missing him this whole time, but you didn't regret what you did until you saw his face. it didn't change anything he did, and it didn't mean he loved you or anything, but now you really missed him.

so, you went back to your apartment, but after being gone for a month ur utilities weren't on, and you couldn't be bothered to fix all that yet, so you decided to go back to dabis.

you didn't even knock once you got there, you just let yourself in, having been given a spare key a while ago, but he wasn't there.

so to pass the time, you waited in his bed, and ended up falling asleep. a few hours later, you woke up to the feeling of someone laying behind you, with their arms lazily placed over your side, and you recognized dabis scent so you just went back to sleep

this whole ordeal wasn't really brought up by either of you. dabi thought about all the things you've ever asked him to fix, although he wasn't always actually listening so he didn't remember everything, and he slowly started trying

it did take a while for things to get better, but slowly but surely they did. he'd still throw fits and bitch about things you ask of him, and he'd probably have things he needs you to change too, but you guys would work it out

now, back to just pure headcanons, for when the relationship is good

one second he's overly rough with you then the next he's overly soft. this can be taken either sexually or innocently. he likes to bully you and mess with you in ways that most people would probably think is genuinely mean, but he's not trying to actually hurt you

if he did hurt you on accident he might call u a baby at first but then he'd apologize and like rub his fingers over where u got hurt

he tries to act sneaky with his affection, he wants you to more so be like "when did this happen?" "when did we start cuddling?" that way you 'don't realize' he initiated it. even though obviously you will

kisses are surprisingly gentle. he doesn't really like biting at your lips or shoving his tongue down your throat, they're a lot more gentle and intimate than you'd think

he doesn't kiss you often though, at least not full blown kisses because they hurt his lip, but you'll get pecks here and there. the bottom lip doesn't have too many nerve endings left, but sometimes kisses pull at the staples in his cheeks and that does hurt

showers are hard for him too. he's stinky. again, most of his burnt areas don't feel too much pain, some none at all, but it's kind of just a general uncomfortableness. also, he swears he can feel water seeping in between his flesh where he has his staples. so the only way he's gonna bathe is if you help him (at first, eventually he gets the motivation to do it himself) and he more so prefers sitting in a full tub while he gets scrubbed down and all that, he hates showers

he would set anyone who flirts with you on fire. 0 hesitation. he is possessive, and as your relationship gets healthier he gets more possessive.

he's a nerd, especially when it comes to space. so a serious date he would take you on is stargazing, and he'd describe any constellation or other cool thing he can find to you

he's pretty good at drawing, he'd definitely want tattoos if he was able to get them, but he says that there's no point considering the state of his skin. so, he designs some for you, whether you get them done is up to you. he'd also love if you got him a tattoo gun to do it for you

I love you isn't said until far into the relationship. it gets to a point where it's known between both of you, but neither of you say it. you want to, but you're worried it'll upset him, and he's scared to. in his mind, despite everything you've been through and how much he clearly cares about you, if he doesn't say it, it's not true. which means if you do leave, he can pretend he doesn't care

but he does say it eventually, when you're sleeping and he thinks you're fully asleep. however, you're not, and hearing him say that immediately woke you up and you startled him as your eyes shot open and you looked at him smiling huge

he dead ass tried to run but you grabbed him and told him you love him too, and he basically went yeah whatever :/ and left but it was to hide from embarrassment

dabi, no matter how much he tries to work on his relationship with you, has tons of issues. he's angry, he's anxious and depressed. sometimes something is gonna happen and he might take it out on you, and at first he won't acknowledge it. eventually he will though, and apologizes when he's calmed down some

also, he does want to stay with you, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to achieve his revenge on his family. the only thing that's changed is that he is more determined to make it out alive. he even considers faking his death afterwards, or letting people think he died getting his revenge, that way he doesn't have to deal with all the villain bs anymore

#dabi #touya todoroki #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #dabi scenario #dabi x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains

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