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“Bad boy who’s always good to his girl—”
Is very much how I view Touya in like a College!AU. Like he either despises or is apathetic to almost everything. 99.9% of people aren’t worth his time, existing power structures are corrupt and can suck his dick, society as a whole is the fucking worst.But to you? Devoted. Unashamedly. Just fully ready to flip someone the bird and walk away mid-sentence just because you finally showed up to the party.And like who’s gonna be stupid enough to make fun of how head over heels he is for you? Of Todoroki Touya?? Do they have a death wish??And we all know Touya has definitely started fights over you—he’s stepping back into the dorm lobby after a smoke break and some dude’s making you uncomfortable while you’re trying to fucking study… Our man is throwing punches first and asking questions second. Must’ve been a freshman, because pretty much everyone on campus knows who you belong to.Touya definitely has your name somewhere in his sprawling tattoos and never fucking dreamed of getting a second helmet for his motorcycle until he met you.When he did meet you at a party, he knew within the hour that you were gonna be his. Never before in his life has he had trouble making up his mind, wasn’t gonna start now. Before you left with your friends, he’d told you to be ready for him to pick you up tomorrow night.Now, you’ve been dating for a while and he has no qualms about doting on you in public. He’s still stoic and expressionless as hell, but he’ll run his hand through your hair while you’re sitting at the coffee bar or press a soft kiss to your temple when you’re posted up in a corner of the library.Someone who had a bone to pick with him was stupid enough to crack a joke about how whipped he must be to act like this just for some pussy. — Touya came back 10 minutes later, courteously using his white shirt to wipe his bloody knuckles clean so he could go back to tracing patterns on your skin with the hand slung over your shoulder.As for a stunt that mysteriously never got pinned on anyone— One time, you were freaking out about an exam with a huge class % that you somehow forgot to study for… Seems odd that the sprinkler system went off for the whole building for no discernible reason… You never asked him about it, just wrapped your arms around his waist that evening and whispered a quiet “Thank you” into his chest. His response was a noncommittal grunt and a tight squeeze before pulling you into his room and locking the door for the night.He’s always painted his nails blue or black, but now he lets you choose the color and do it for him, he’s just leaning over a cafeteria table and flipping through a text book.One time you have a few more drinks than usual at a party and when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, you try to push him away, telling him, “I already have a boyfriend, asshole—” before realizing it’s him and it’s the first time you ever hear him laugh laugh. Fast forward to when you’re back at your dorm, he’s going down on you for a whole hour. You thought that, after one o, he was gonna be done—but when you pushed him back a little to change positions, he swatted your hand away and growled that he wasn’t done eating yet. You’d just been such a good girl for him, knowing who you belonged to. You deserved a reward, of course.This man’s always touching you in some capacity—holding your hand, slinging his arm around your waist or over your shoulders, pulling you into his lap every chance he gets. You have a surplus of little gifts he gets you just because—knows you like crystals so he’ll just procure one from his pocket once in a while on a day when you’re really stressed. Not that you’ve ever asked him for one, or for the snacks he brings over when you’re finally done with your midterms. Even specialty items. Say you’re into something like dragons or (ironically) certain anime characters. Well, occasionally you’ll find tiny figurines or charm bracelets with them on it, just mysteriously left in your room. Eventually you have little collections and the corner of his lip twitches upward watching you fawn over each new gift (and then over him next).Any gallery installation or stage performance or capstone project or thesis defense— This man is sitting silently in the rows, wearing the proudest (albeit very small) smile the whole time.In turn, being someone who never got a lot of attention/affection at home—when you get him something for no reason, or pull him tight to your side during movie night, or card your fingers through his hair with his head on your lap, or whoop and holler just because he got some kind of good news… you can see this man melt for you. No one else would catch it, but his eyes soften and he huffs out a small sigh that even you can barely hear.Even worse, when he’s sure you’re too busy furiously thumbing through a stack of books for a research paper or too wrapped up scouring your annotated essay for errors to notice… he just basks in you. Looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars in the sky. So, you’re always caught off guard when he suddenly swings you over to straddle his lap and buries his face in your neck and stays there. You’re laughing and squirming, trying to get back to—something really important, babe—but he won’t let up and you inevitably have to just let him press languid kisses (and leave a hickey or two) along your collarbone until he’s satisfied. And THEN you can go back to what you were doing. (You make sure never to tell him it helps calm and refocus you. Lose your chance to fake complain about it? Not a chance.)He loves it when you play with his earrings or necklaces or rings when you’re curled up on the couch, just chatting. Makes his chest tight for some reason. Feels good. On the other hand, you love kissing him with his snakebites and tongue piercing—your brain short-circuits for a second every time.Long story long, the resident bad boy on campus is smitten with you… And the rest of the world can go fuck itself.
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Jealous Bakugo x Deku x Reader
I’m currently obsessed with the idea of Bakugo and Deku both harboring a major crush on you while all three of you are at UA.They’re each still working up the courage to tell you, when you suddenly confess your feelings for Bakugo—and you two start dating on the spot.Fast forward past graduation, you three are all pro heroes now, and you’re still with Bakugo. Deku never says a word about it, silently resigned to just being friends… Sure, he pines a bit, but you’re all adults now and Bakugo seems to make you happy, so what else could he really ask for? …nothing, right?Only thing is, Bakugo knew that Deku had had a simultaneous crush on you at UA.So, even now, he hates you being around Deku because the man is clearly carrying the MOTHER OF ALL TORCHES for you. But for the life of you, you can’t see that, which makes him even madder because he doesn’t want to tell you… In case you’ll change your mind. So, he gets severely bent out of shape if you pay attention to Izuku for (what he deems) any extended period of time. In turn, you’re frustrated that Bakugo won’t give you a straight reason why Deku is so off limits for friendship??This is bound to boil over inevitably, right??
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• When he tells you he’s gonna start going by Dabi—says he’s cutting his family off—he doesn’t expect you to say more than the “Okay, babe” that you offer up. You knew enough to get why he was severing ties. He actually loves that you’ve never pried or pressed him for any information about his family that he didn’t disclose of his own volition.• But the fact that you’re typically more vocal in your support inexplicably makes his chest hurt a little this time. A tiny voice inside him seems to be seeking some validation in his decision, some confirmation that it’s gonna be okay—because the only person that matters is going to be staying. He silences it, shoves it deep down further until he can’t hear it anymore.• But when you meet up after his last class the very next day, you show him something that makes him stand there in shock. You pull up your sleeve to show off a new tattoo; you’ve already got his new name on your inner wrist, central to a faux bracelet. “Skipped some classes today, it couldn’t wait, I was too excited.” He quickly pulls you into a hug that presses your head against his chest, but not before you catch a split-second glimpse of wetness in his eyes. It’s the most emotional you’ve ever seen him, but you’ll never comment on it.• With the amount that you two fuck (which is constantly), it’s not like you’ve never had slow sex… But when you’re in bed together that night, he seems to take his time on every part of you, unhurried in his worship. And his lips are feather soft when he kisses the wrap covering the inside of your wrist. This time, it’s you blinking away tears. He doesn’t comment on it either. Not beyond quiet whispers of your name.• He’s sure that you make up for all the bad luck in his life. Bonus: The first time you help him dye his hair, you’re sorely tempted to secretly swap the black box color to like a vibrant purple or green—it would just show up so easily on his naturally white hair.He catches you eyeing the other colors, then sighs and grabs a few. The surprised, delighted sound that comes from you makes it impossible for him to stamp down an exasperated smile.Idiot.
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Lilacs in the Library
You’re ecstatic—you’d always wanted to plan out a little library date, but none of your previous partners were really into the idea. They just kind of brushed it off whenever you asked, moving on to other options.When you asked Shinsou, trying to hide how nervous you were that he’d just shoot it down, he simply blinked a couple of times. It was obvious to him how you felt, despite you staving off an anxious tone.Quite frankly, he internally wished for a hit list of any and everyone that made you feel this small about asking for things you wanted. It was like he was watching his usually confident spitfire of a partner have their flame dimmed a little. He fucking hated it.On another note, for him personally, a date in a library sounded like a perfect idea—how could someone turn it down?You were getting nervous as a beat passed without him saying anything, so you simply scratched the back of your neck and shrugged. “Or whatever, doesn’t matter. Would ya rather go catch a movie or grab some food? Like a normal person? Haha…”Before you could do anything else, you felt yourself pulled flush against his hard chest. One hand cradled your cheek as he kissed you, slow and firm, determined to convey how comfortable he is with you. How much he wants to give you what you want.His free hand roamed your body, rubbing circles on your back, squeezing your hips, just happy to touch you. His lips were pressing more insistently against yours, putting more passion into it and nipping your bottom lip. Not trying to start anything, just using actions to express what his words couldn’t. He always trusted actions over words anyway, but with how you make him feel—he’d trust you using either.When you finally pull back from the kiss, a strand of saliva stretched and broke between his lips and yours. He might not have been trying anything, but after that kiss—you wanted to.His words interrupted your thoughts as he rested his forehead against yours and let your breaths intermingle. “That sounds like a lot of fun, angel. Want me to help plan it?”No sooner than he wrapped his lips around the last word, you were pulling him into your room.“Plan later—wanna fuck right now?” Your brain was pretty much just along for the ride as other parts of you took command, front and center.His lips pulled into a stupidly happy grin and nodded, “Sure thing, kitten.”He let you pull him down on top of you on the bed, and chuckled when a quiet moan escaped your lips from just feeling his weight on you, simultaneously soothing and exciting you. Your teeth bit deeply into your bottom lip as his eyelids drooped a little more and his gaze darkened. His grin turned feral.
“Nice to know you’re always this desperate for daddy.”
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Happy Birthday! ( Jealous Baku/Reader/Deku)On the day before your birthday, you walk into your office to find a big bouquet with a little Happy Birthday! tag to it. You immediately send a thank you text to your boyfriend—y/n: Getting soft on me, babe? Loly/n: Seriously tho, I love them!!! Just can’t believe you’re getting a *jumpstart* on my bday now 🗓️😂You don’t hear anything for a while, which is normal. He’s patrolling right now, you know his schedule. You’re knee-deep in paperwork by the time he responds.Katsuki ♥️💥: hah?? did you knock ur head princessKatsuki ♥️💥: everythings planned for tomorrow so if ur diggin for hints—ya don’t get anyKatsuki ♥️💥: u got enough last year u bratYou roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, finishing the page you’re on before picking your phone up again and snapping a picture of the arrangement. y/n: lol So this doesn’t count as a hint?y/n: see attached imagey/n: It’s huge!! What, are we crashing an arboretum?This time, only a sliver of a second passed before your phone pings a response. Your eyebrow arches at the record speed.Katsuki ♥️💥: Who sent you those.…What the fuck? This man never bothers with punctuation if he can help it—just wants to send texts as quick as he pleases, without autocorrect messing something up either. You blink in confusion and slight apprehension. You know he isn’t mad at you (it’s not like you did anything), but not even a question mark? Bakugo is clearly pissed.Your hand shoots up to the small tag propped up within the bouquet, turning it over. You hadn’t bothered to do so earlier, thinking it was blank. “Sorry for this being early—wanted to send it before I left. Maybe I’ll be the first to say it! See you soon. -Izuku” That’s right, Deku was heading a mission in another country this month, he set off early this morning…Your phone pings again, lockscreen alerting you that you have—
One new message from Katsuki ♥️💥
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Calling Shinsou by His Pro-Hero Name During Sex:
The first time you say it, he’s got you on your back on the desk in his office, his pants barely undone and your panties pulled to the side. His rhythm falters, his hips still as his perpetually sleepy eyes widen substantially. It had never even crossed his mind, but suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped—now it’s all he wants to hear from your sex-drunk lips. He quickly realizes that you haven’t even registered saying it. Your eyes are hazy, a few tears trickling and smudging some of your eyeliner. Shallow breaths accompany needy whimpers as you try to roll your hips, frustrated beyond belief that he’s not moving. You practically sob out, “‘shi, why’d’ya stop?” Christ, you look so beautiful, fucked-out and desperate for him.He immediately resumes fucking you, but this time—he’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs tightly enough to dig his nails into the supple flesh, and thrusting into you like it’s all he was made to do. His new pace speeds up past its predecessor, and he’s snarling out demands in a way he never has before.
“Say it again, princess…”
“Hi-hito..shi—”Your broken attempts are cut off when a cry is torn from your throat. One of his hands had cracked against your ass hard enough to make you clench suddenly around him. His head tips back for a moment, a string of curse words being tossed towards the ceiling.Then his gaze is locked on you once more, eyes heavily lidded, but somehow still blazing hot. “Nope. Try again, slut. And if you say Shinsou, I’m gonna turn your ass red.” You let out a frantic mewl, wracking your addled brain for what else you could’ve called him… Something finally beckons to you.“P-please, Mindjack — fuck me! Ha-arder, please!” His eyes slam shut and he grits his teeth harshly, fighting to strengthen the tenuous grip he has on his sanity as he keeps his pace. You suddenly feel a hand squeezing the sides of your throat.
“What a smart little kitten… such a pretty slut for your hero, hm? Say it again.”
You obey eagerly, repetition your only focus, and he rewards you with a finger circling your clit. You scream yourself hoarse, sure anyone else working late hours could hear you, floors away. His nom de guerre is the only thing you can recall—everything else has drifted leagues away while he fucks you brainless.This man doesn’t need his quirk to have complete control of you.
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Meet the L(osers) O(n) V(icoden)
When he first introduces his friends to you at a party, the whole crew’s instantly sporting grins and grilling you for new material to roast Dabi with. He rolls his eyes, but it makes you laugh—so he lets it slide.Later the same night, Dabi catches Shuichi spending just a minute too long staring at your cleavage while you were distracted by a very animated conversation with Toga. Shigaraki has to elbow him sharply to snap him out of it and tips his head in the direction of a very pissed-off Dabi, who pulls you further onto his lap while scowling. (Don’t get Shiggy wrong, watching a fight break out would be funny as fuck, but his head is already swimming and the noise isn’t worth the entertainment.) Shuichi wisely selects this moment for a smoke break so Dabi’s ire can simmer down from murderous to a much milder hazardous.One night, when it’s just Dabi hanging out with his friends, they’re giving him some shit over the inordinate amount of jewelry on his hands at any given time. Shiggy tosses out some sort of stupid throwaway joke about how Dabi’s never gonna give you a ring, despite having a thousand of his own.Without missing a beat, Dabi says, “No, I’m gonna marry the hell out of that bitch.”They all freeze and stare at him—how exactly does one say “bitch” with goddamn adoration…? Wait, woah , wait, TODOROKI TOUYA GETTING FUCKIN’ MARRIED—”When they still haven’t moved for a second, Dabi rolls his eyes heavily, “Not right now, dumbasses.”(The moment he leaves, a corresponding betting pool is spinning out of control—a week? Four months? A year? ‘Never, he’s just talking out of his ass ?’ The possibilities: endless—the collateral: ranging from 2k to a left ear.)
Bonus: The walk home from meeting them.
“I liked your friends! They care about you, in their own way, yknow?”“…Those motherfuckers would sell me out for a few ounces and a carton of cigarettes.”“That can’t possibly be true.”“Shigaraki hit me with his car once—”“ON ACCIDENT??”“…”“I said, on ACCIDENT , right??”“He claims.”You blinked, jaw still open.“…but I’d just beaten him like five straight times at Mariokart, so the timing—”“DABI!”“Quit yellin’, lemme kiss ya.”
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Okay, but roommate! Hitoshi catching you dancing around in your underwear while you vacuum because you thought no one was home— and him just freezing and watching you with a tiny smile on his face before you spot himAnd then y’all are just staring at each other, red as beets, cause he caught you half-naked but you caught him staringAnd you just drop the vacuum cord and step into your room to put on clothes before coming back out, like nothing happenedAnd y’all don’t talk about it until you remind him it’s turn to clean the apartment, and he just grins like a smarmy asshole“Well, how naked do I have to get?” Shinsou never thought he’d be one for any sort of PDA. But then you started dating him and lovingly drove his brain right up the wall.This man is now kinda subdued, kinda obvious in how possessive he is of you in public. He loves holding your hand, or even just having your pinky fingers linked.He’ll purposely call you “sweetheart” because he knows that hearing that word in his deep ass voice makes you instantly and involuntarily wet. (He likes watching you suffer, honestly, because it means you’re gonna try to get in his pants the second no one’s around, regardless of whether or not you’re in private. Just drag him into a deserted alleyway or the nearest vacant room and pull out his cock in record time.)If he can get away with it, he’ll press an insistent kiss to the slope of your neck when there’s a finite amount of people in the vicinity. Enough witnesses around for him to feel like he’s staking a claim, but not enough to warrant any real commentary on the action.If he’s just standing next to you, he’ll lift your hand up so he can leave a soft kiss on the back of it.If he’s had enough of you talking to a particular person, like someone seems to be making you uncomfortable or you’re seeming burnt out or even just a bit bored, he’ll appear behind you and wrap an arm around your waist to pull you back into him. “Excuse us, she’s gotta leave.” Then, he just takes you to wherever you’d rather be.He has to try very hard to refrain from just tossing you over his shoulder when you’re both stuck in stupid press conferences that drag on way too long. He just wants your cute ass in short spanking range while he takes you somewhere private. Fuck these reporters.Basically, he’s torn between staying at home so he can fuck you in a space where you’re just his, or fucking you in public so everyone knows you’re just his.What a conundrum.
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Say No, Shinsou
Shinsou can have a hard time telling you “no” sometimes. It’s just that he melts over how happy you get when he says yes. He’d do almost anything to see that smile every time. (Christ’s sake, take his kidney if you really want it.)“Yes,” you can pick the take out food for the upteempth time, go ahead.“Yes,” if that’s how you wanna spend your day off together, that’s how he’ll plan it.“Yes,” you can go see a movie just so you can make out in the theater like teenagers, go start up the car.“Yes,” you can ride shotgun, he doesn’t mind driving. (And “yes,” put your playlist on too.)“Yes,” he’ll hold your heels when your feet get sore. He doesn’t mind.“Yes,” he’s more than happy to zip up the back of your dress, or clasp your necklaces, or even help with your hair if you need it.“Yes,” he’ll get up and let the crying cat into the bedroom whenever you both forget to check if she was with you before passing out. (“It’s okay, honey, go back to sleep, I got her.”)“Yes,” it’s fine if you need five extra minutes to really determine which of the tomatoes in the grocery store are the perfect ones. He finds it cute, loves seeing the little furrow in your brow while you navigate the high-stakes world of produce purchases.“Yes,” if you love it, then it’s yours.“Yes,” he remembered how you like it.
“Yes.” “Yes.” “Yes.”
Because he’s so absolutely, earnestly, irrevocably in love with you. Your happiness is his, so much so, that when he does tell you “no,” it’s out of necessity.So, “no,” this time he can’t squeeze in your morning quickie, he’s gotta get in the shower now, the alarm went off late and he hasn’t even had coffee and he can’t afford t—…did you strip off your bed clothes and swap them out with the pajama shirt he just got out of?Y’know what, it’s Denki’s agency too, there’s a coffee machine at the office, and the beginnings of meetings are never really groundbreaking anyway. He’ll catch up fast.…“Yes,” he misses the whole thing.
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Kitchen Criminal
Thinking about how, say you’re not great in the kitchen, but you’re excited to make something for Bakugo for the first time…And it’s just inedible .Just an affront to humankind, a culinary abomination, a dinner time farce in three parts—This man’s impeccable taste buds are just being assaulted, but he’s asking for seconds while internally gritting his teeth hard enough to break a metaphorical tooth.…the way your face lights up in pure delight is worth it though. But he keeps you tied to his hip as his sous chef from then on, so he can teach you and discreetly prevent this from happening ever again, dammit—
Bonus: it’s like five years later and he’s telling the squad about that time you made a culinary attempt on his life— and this is the first you’re hearing of this
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Fighting for College!Touya
You’ve only felt jealous a few times in your long term relationship with Dabi. Once was when an old flame of his got a little too friendly with him in public. The way they looked at him and tried to tease him despite your boyfriend brushing them off every time—it p!ssed you the fuck off. You spent the evening stewing in your thoughts before he pried it out of you in the common area of his dorm. When you finally told him, he blinked twice, shook his head, and hoisted you up to wrap your legs around him. You were complaining and telling him to put you down right now, and he just positively ignored you. Boy carried you to the elevator and up to his room before tossing you (safely—this man is obsessed with protecting you so he’s not about to let you crack your head on the headboard) on the bed. He rustled through the top dresser drawer before throwing you a silk rope that he usually used on you and told you to do whatever you want to him for the night. Stake your claim however you want. Our boy ended up with bites and hickeys trailing from his neck down to his Adonis belt and claw marks on his back and thighs. No complaints were heard.Another was when you were far less restrained. It was a Friday night, this time the party was actually being hosted at the Todoroki’s goddamn mansion—his younger brother was throwing it while the old man was away, and Dabi thought it would be funny as fuck to crash it (maybe cause some property damage, maybe commit some arson—the possibilities were endless).Well, eventually (read: inevitably, considering the venue) something had pissed him the f*ck off and he stormed to an outside patio for a smoke. You’d followed, kissed his cheek while he grumbled & fished a cigarette out of a carton, and then left with the promise of returning with some more drinks. Some hot shot spotted Dabi alone and got real up close and personal, despite him telling them off several times in a row, “Holy shit, are you stupid or something? I said screw off!” His drag was deep after what he considered his final warning, but they unexpectedly pushed themself up against his chest and immediately his hands shot up into the air and he stumbled back slightly, determined to communicate to anyone who might be watching that he did NOT want this dumbass touching him. Fucker made him drop his cigarette.He didn’t end up having to do anything further, because next thing he knew, you had your fists balled up in the their jacket and yanked them backwards, letting their own weight knock them back on the sprawling lawn. By this point, a small crowd was forming, but you had tunnel vision. “Touch him one more time, dipshit, I dare you. I’ll shove this stiletto so far up your ass that I can lace it up through your goddamn mouth, y—!! Hey, where are you taking me??” Dabi was grinning like a crazed lunatic as he hoisted you up onto his hip, pleased as gd punch that you were getting in a fistfight over him. The only reason he stepped in was because he wanted you safe more than he wanted to see the mf get their ass handed to them. He never let you as much as bruise a finger if he could help it.“C’mon, Matchbox, let’s go steal something out of my sperm donor’s office.”
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Affection Whirlwind
Your parents flew in to visit on one of your school breaks, and you were nervous. Not because they might not like Dabi, but because they were sure to embarrass you in front of him.The two of you met them in the lobby of the hotel they were staying in, and before you could get a word in edgewise, one of your dads had already descended on Dabi. “Oh my god, he’s so handsome”—“Honey have you been eating? Has he? You both need something, school must be starving ya”—“Who’s your tattoo artist, Dabi, that one’s so well done!”—“You know, honey, your father is looking for something just like it to finish his sleeve”—“We’re gonna stop for food before you give us the tour, it’ll do me good to see you have somethin’ ”—“Hey, Sweetheart? Are you done checkin’ in yet? Come meet Mr. Dreamboat!”You were red as a beet, trying to intercept some of the questions or comments aimed at Dabi. You were so afraid he’d be uncomfortable, no matter how positive or well-meaning your dad might be.But when you looked at your boyfriend, there was no discomfort—or worse, annoyance and hostility. (Somewhere, in your deepest fears, you’d worried that he’d maybe hate your parents like he hated his own dad…but you’d buried the thought deep in your subconscious and fully never admitted it, even to yourself.)But that wasn’t what Dabi did.At first, he kind of just absorbed your dad’s energy. Watched, and listened, and let the man fawn over the two of you. Then…he smiled. The tiniest, barely-there of smiles, but you caught it right away. You felt your whole body finally relax.When your other dad joined you three, the affection whirlwind started up again. “Oh, look at the two of you! A matching set!”—“No, no, hun, you pick the restaurant. Your father and I can get whatever we want at breakfast tomorrow.”—“Let’s get you some spending money so you can get some warmer clothes. Shh, shh, here, just take some now and we’ll worry about the rest later.”— “Alright, alright, everyone out to the car. Sorry, you kids will be in the back. You know how it is, sweetheart, your dad will never relinquish shotgun.”While at the restaurant, your dads gave both their numbers to Dabi to put in his phone for emergencies—“In case anything happens to y/n and you’ve got to get a hold of us.” Then, your father closest to Dabi leaned over and said something in a low tone while your other dad kept grilling you for more details about your favorite classes this semester. And though you couldn’t hear the conversation, you knew exactly what it was. It was the same one they gave your closest friends. “And if you’re ever in a tough spot, kiddo, you go ahead and give us a call. Anybody that they care about, we care about too.” You saw Dabi nod, his expression mostly unreadable; even you couldn’t quite puzzle it out. That night, you and Dabi were curled up on the couch in your parent’s hotel suite, while your dads had settled into the loveseat, all watching an old movie the two of them had been excited to see available on the hotel tv channels. Well, you and Dabi were watching; your parents had predictably passed out about halfway through. You chuckled and turned the sound up slightly when one of them started snoring.You looked up at Dabi to make a comment on the leading lady’s backstory, when you saw him staring at your dads with a faraway look in his eyes. His attention snapped back to you when you softly said his name, clearly not planning on you catching him doing so. He squeezed you with a hum as a nonverbal response, waiting for you to say whatever you wanted to.“You okay?”“Sure am, Matchbox.”
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Loose Lips, Soft Shifts
The loosest his tongue gets is when the two of you smoke a bowl by yourselves. Sure, there are times where you don’t talk, those are fun too. Sex when you’re both high as fuck is killer, or maybe a super slow, nice, lazy session of him going down on you—just brain off, sensations heightened.But sometimes you’re lounging side by side in a pillow fort in your living room, toking some strong ass shit and he’s playing with your hair and just starts rambling about how he can’t believe he has you, how could he deserve someone like you, are you even real?If you’re not, then they can just let him stay insane because he’d never choose to lose you.But he’d understand if you ever wanted to leave him. Says he really expects it to happen, that it might take a few years before you’ll come to your senses, but… you’re smart. And you’d be stupid to want to stay with someone like him. He’s bruised and broken and stained; it’d be like setting a diamond in a tarnished, severed, bent band.He takes another hit.…What was he saying, again? Something about diamonds… God, wouldn’t a diamond look so pretty on your finger? Or something better, something you like more. What was your favorite stone again? That’s the one.He kisses you hard, but slow, and your addled brain is still spinning with all that he’s telling you—And suddenly, it seems his stream of consciousness shifts again, because now he’s making a case for why you shouldn’t leave him.He’s saying he’d do anything to keep you, Matchbox. Whatever you could want, he’ll be the one to get it. It’ll be worth it, staying with him—it will be, he swears… He’d never treat you how he treated her. He wants to be like your parents… You ask if that’s why he had been staring at them that time they visited, when they’d fallen asleep on the couch.He starts firing off all the things he’d been thinking—Is that what love looks like? Can it stay alive that long? Can he give all of that to you? Does he deserve to have it in the first place? He knows you deserve it. Will the two of you get to look like that one day? What if he’d had parents like that? He hadn’t been lucky enough to get a good dad, much less two. What would have been different… Even just having met him, they already cared more about him more than a lot of people who should’ve. Bunch a’ fuckers.You ask what one of them had whispered to him, even though you already knew. They gave the same speech to your closest friends. “If you’re ever in a tough spot, kiddo, you go ahead and give us a call. Anybody they care about, we care about too.” You'd been unable to decipher Dabi’s expression at the time.He repeats the speech when you asked and simply shrugs with glassy eyes. They’d already been red and a bit glazed over while the two of you smoked, but that’s not what this is. Why should they give a shit if he got in trouble? As long as you weren’t in it with him, as long as you were safe and sound… They shouldn’t be worried. He was trouble. He didn’t deserve you, or them.You cut him off, hold him tight. Put his head on your chest and run your hands over every inch of him you can reach. You tell him the same thing over and over and over.He is good. He is good. He is good.You bring your wrist adorned with his chosen name into his field of vision. He is yours. And he is good.The droplets that roll over the skin of your chest are a baptism; a cleansing and a reconsecration.