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dorki-c · 3 years

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The three cups; ‘Cup of Curiosity’.

Characters: Vil!Deku, (Reader), Brief mention of; Dabi, Mr.Compress, Shigaraki, Toga, and Kurogiri.

Relationship: Villain Deku X (Reader)

A/N: SO, now that this whole shit storm of a year is coming to an end, I decided to celebrate it by making a three part series of Villain Deku, because somebody (who ilsm) relates to me when its that time of day and we have Villain Deku brain rot. But this three part series was actually inspired by my own actions, so I gotta blame myself! XD

TW: Alcohol, intimidation tactic (If ya squint!), and lots of swearing (But this is me for crying out loud...)

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It was strange to be called upon by Deku.

Sure, Shigaraki called (*cough* *cough* bribed *cough*) you to his ‘meeting’ room to inform you of the following ‘errands’ you had to do- it’s mostly going to several over secret hideouts and torturing small-town gangsters who thought it was funny to fuck around with debts they owed to somebody who asked or hired (you didn’t pay attention to what it was called) a person from the LOV to ‘rough’ up the victim - but every now and then, it would be to go to GIran with Dabi, also known as telling Dabi not to be a fucking prick to our most trustworthy broker.

But the likelihood of Dabi not being a prick is below negative one hundred percent. So, don’t have anybody start on any solution to stop it, because you certainly don’t want any participation in the patchwork villain’s business.

Though, a clicking sound that vibrated and bounced off of the vacant corridor walls had reminded you where you were headed; Deku’s room. The room of a gentlemen (asshole), who commands us alongside Shigaraki (a wannabe leader compared to Shigaraki), and helps us get our weapons to assist our quirks (that’s actually Mr. Compress’s job in reality).

Were you in trouble? There was no plausible answer to this sudden announcement. Though, what is surprising is that it’s probably the second time- in a month- this has happened to you.

Who even cares at this moment? Besides the main factor that everyone (besides you) knows the green-haired villain has a crush on your cold-hearted attitude and your mouth-watering body, it isn’t a surprise that he wants a bite outta you- considering the high frequency of times, you have felt somebody’s ‘laser’-eyes burning judgement and criticisms into your back every goddamn minute- as you swirl a shot glass of tequila when sitting in the bar area of the base, it all pointed back to a green-haired villain as Toga would gush over how he seems distracted because of somebody’s revealing outfit....

(I’m sure you can figure out who’s outfit it might have been.)

Creep. Hissed the back of (y/n)’s mind, when she sees those polished and distinguishingly clean silver door handles jutting out from the jet-black door. “Here we go again.” She muttered under her breath when grasping the unusual- is it even wrong to call it ‘unusual’- cold door handle and pushing it open.

There, he relaxed under the glamorous illuminations that spiced the boring white walls of his room- acting like a spoiled fucking brat. (You wished that you had a teleportation quirk like Kurogiri at this moment.)

Green bangs were swooped backwards to reveal a pair of verdant emerald eyes- where they had a thin line of twinkling smugness- as the top two buttons of his ‘designer crafted’ white blouse scantly reveals the edge of his collar bone alongside seeing a faint trace of the skin on his waist as his black trousers lightly tugged downwards helping the white shirt pop out ever so slightly from the waistline.

Even if he looked handsome, there was always a hint of jealousy and hatred for him. There was always going to be that hiss or venomous snap of your voice when you spoke to him because he had so much more than you or was it the power he held?

Nonetheless, with one of his legs crossed over the other one as it was held up by an armrest, Deku’s back hit the other armrest where his attention was gathered at a newspaper article and the simple curved glass of deep crimson liquid pooled peacefully at rock bottom.

As half of his body was covered by the shadow of his chair- which he arrogantly claims as his ‘throne’- the sleek black leather was delicately shined to his appropriate standard, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deku’s ridiculous sitting position. It's like he wants to be seen as an adult but instead ruins that image by acting like a child.

It’s not like he’s noticed you yet, maybe you should time how long it takes for the boy to see your impatient form tapping the lacquered brown floor with only the tips of your boots alongside hearing the metallic objects jingling- more like clanking, however, who gives a shit?

You didn’t have time for this, the mission that both you and Twice had to leave for was starting tomorrow and with all of your weapons needing a really good clean after last nights turn of events, Deku could really make effective use of his eyes to notice that somebody is waiting for him to speak.

Maybe it has been five or ten minutes? Maybe you should leave or maybe he finally noticed you. (Y/n) was already becoming annoyed with the sudden announcement, but now this shit? Does she need to call the manager or something- it's like she is receiving crappy service at a restaurant, which isn’t good.

The subtle- and very lazily- toss of the flimsy newspaper didn’t distract you from eyeing the male’s actions. Tilting his head towards the wine glass he was holding, an eyebrow quirked up in fascination of (y/n)’s impatience with a steady scowl crawling slowly against her lips- she just needs to stay calm and respectful- however, it’s becoming ever so difficult by each millisecond.

“What do you want, doll?” Furrowed eyebrows created creases in her skin, “I should be asking you that question, sir.” He smirked, took a dainty sip from his wine, and moved his body into a normal sitting position.

God, she’s so enticing to anger and manipulate, it’s becoming more than a drug for him- its steadily on the route of becoming an addiction.

“My, my, doll face- I never knew you were feisty!” As he took another sip out of his glass, his head shook in amusement of your response but as well as in curiosity of your next response. “So what? I never knew you were an alcoholic,” Placing a hand on your hips, you continued, “yet, you have at least seven empty bottles of red wine- all of them being the same brand.” His, on cue, falsely offensive gesture- where he places his free hand on the crest of his chest and gasps- was presented to you as a way to ‘let go’ on him.

Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean- you have no sympathy for him. “Now, are you going to tell me why I’m here?” Snapped (y/n), as Deku really knows how to push her buttons. He really does.

“Aww, that won’t be necessary…” Again, that smile of white but deadly opaque canine teeth was used against you as those broad shoulders curled inwards allowing a darken gaze of predatory domination where a thick glob of colourless liquid pushed against (y/n)’s throat to force itself backwards.

“I’m not playing your game, Deku.” A staggering step backwards betrayed your brave tone as you saw the last of the drinkable liquid pour downwards and a loud crash of glass elegantly shattering against the floor similarly to the elegance the man in the room carries around like a trophy.

Shaking his head in disbelief, it wasn’t till then that you swore you needed first aid assistance due to your heart bashing against each singular rib bone as it held a deadly sledgehammer. “I never said you were, doll face.”

Although he tried to get closer to you, the moment he placed both of his feet down on the floor is when your feet took you outside of the room and away from his reach.

“She’s so cruel…” Murmured the green-haired villain as it piqued his curiosity.

Taglist:

@orenjineki, @haredabi, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku, @glitterfreezed

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Comfort

Characters: Dabi and (reader)

TW/ trigger warning: Attempted abandonment

A/n: WOWWW It took me FOREVER to write this boi! But its probably one of my best works so far! Hope you all enjoy, like, and reblog this because it would really mean a lot! Anyways love u all and enjoy!!

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It's not fair really…

Falling in love, was absolutely the one thing you didn’t want. But here you are, sitting snug under his wrapped arms as the tv droned on about hero news and he didn’t bother changing the channels. Countless times in the thirty, goddamn, minutes you had been home he didn’t bother even talking to you as his raven black mane rested ever-so lazily against the couch.

“Dabi,” You heard a hum emitted from him. Was he angry at you? Or better yet, is he angry at you? “Are you okay?” Instead of watching the news, your eyes ever so shifted to the fog outside the closed frostbitten windows. “It’s none of your business.” Although he hasn’t been sleeping as much as he did before, the undertone of his hoarse voice was louder than usual. It was like he was bored with something…

It probably was you.

With the progress of nightfall coming quicker than usual, you leaned forward as a hazy memory in the wake of his mind. Dropping your feet to the floor, the male scanned your body language - clenched hands, stiff shoulders, a closed body expression- you didn’t bother looking back at him when getting off the couch. “What are you doing?” The tables had turned. he asked the questions; you gave the answers now. Like bad cop versus good cop.

Little did he know, something had switched inside of you. “It’s none of your business.” (y/n)’s voice turned bitter and cold, just like the frost climbing onto the window, your words nipped at his own feelings. Was it the shallow throwback to his dismissive comment that made him dig his nails into the silky skin of your hand before you left that escalated the chaotic snowstorm internally of oneself?

“If you even dare—” Ripping your hand from his grip, you cut him off “do what, you fucking prick?” You sliced any sort of co-operation with him. “Whenever I do my own shit, you have a problem with it.” He couldn’t disagree with you, “Fuck off.” Gracefully placing your hands on the same hips, he grips dangerously in the early mornings, those eyes of yours carefully challenged him to say another word.

“See? You’re not denying it.” Pivoting on one of your heels, your form went to the kitchen.

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The silence of the early morning was broken by a zipper echoing in the numbingly cold bedroom. Dabi however couldn’t feel it. The warmth on his bed lulled him back to this illusion of a different reality.

His reality.

He’s trapped in it, not the regret and sadness he is trapped, instead, it’s the thoughts that wrangle the epitome demon that he keeps under many chains and locks till the time is just right. Faintly though, even if he wasn’t already half-asleep once the zipping had stopped, the male lifted his head to see one or two suitcases lined up and your figure rolling them too close to the bedroom door.

With one sinister shadow rolling onto the floor and up the close white curtains, it looked him dead in his eyes like it had been watching him all this time. “Where are,” He yawned, “you headin’?” From this distance, he couldn’t tell if your whole body was shaking or if it was just your hands gripping the two suitcase handles way too tightly. You thought you were being as quiet as possible- packing (more like stuffing) most of the clothes and essentials you owned into two medium-sized suitcases- but the moment Dabi had woken up, there will be no fathomable doubt that you would have to lie to him.

The longer you stayed here, it felt like you were more like his tool for pleasure rather than to hold and cherish.

“Just go back to sleep, Dabi.” A pregnant pause ensued till it was clear of what you meant. Dabi has seen this scene far too many times to believe what is happening- Suitcases, a cold behaviour, and the singular word sleep- you were abandoning him weren’t you? Just like his Mother did to his Father.

Sure, the flaming pile of shit that is supposed to be a hero has his Mother stuck in a mental hospital, but he knows the familiar word abandonment loves to roll off his tongue. “Your leaving, aren’t you?” Don’t think he didn’t notice the slight flinch in your shoulders. “Go to sleep,” Biting on the bottom of your lip, (y/n) breathed in and then out, “there’s nothing to see here…”

“If there’s nothing to see,” his feet were planted on the chilly cold floor, “then why are you holding two suitcases?” The zipper to your mouth was closed. You both knew the word was going to slide off his tongue soon. He was prepared for whatever might happen and the force he might have to take just for you to stay.

Why is that deathly silence warped around the two individuals? Freedom seemed so bittersweet in this scene. It’s the traditional scene out of a sitcom: Mother is leaving the house with a bag, or two, in tow and the child watches from his bedroom doorframe as she twists the handle and---

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Here you are now. Most of his body was covered with a blanket where small drops of a smooth river flooded the red hills of your cheeks.

If he could cry; He would do it out of pure joy.

It was just a dream; he was happy it was a dream.

“A-are you okay?” Dabi is okay now that you’re here. But he’s not okay with the waterworks. “There’s no need to cry, doll.” It was rare to hear his soft voice. But here he is, using that same soft voice that makes you feel closure and that profound comforting feeling. “You scared me…” Placing a, similarly to his own, clammy hand on his cheek and staring straight into those ocean blue eyes that showed a long lost torment where those reassuring words he spoke out was something nobody would repeat once more.

At long last, even if the demons of both of their minds wouldn’t rest, the couple still found comfort in each other.

TAGLIST:

@orenjineki @tigersuki

#dabi mha #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabixyou #mha #mhafluff #mhaangst #Only just a little bit of fluff #villain x reader #mha x reader #mhaxyou #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnhaxyou

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