#touya fluff – @shisnhou on Tumblr

Anonymous asked:

is it ok if i could request a songfic dabi x reader? hold on by chord overstreet? sorry if this is triggering, i’m just going through a tough time right now and need some fluffy dabi love

hold on

pairing: dabi x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

cw: vulnerability, mental battle, too much emotions, mention of emotional overload, reader is very sensitive. do tell if i missed any!

wc: 1.6k

an: anon i’m sorry this took me a very long time to finish

“doll open the door,” how many times has dabi repeated that phrase? three? four? maybe five. he doesn’t know, can‘t be bothered to care. his mind is way too occupied to even count. a hand is buried in his black spiky hair, the other fisted and pressed against the door that separates you from him. “we can talk about this. just open the damn door, will you?”

you respond with silence. you know that dabi could easily burn down the door to the bathroom you‘ve been hiding in for the past half hour. yet somehow he still hasn’t, and you‘re thankful for that. thankful that he still has the mind to give you space and not just burst through despite everything you said earlier.

you sigh once again. pulling your knees impossibly closer to your chest and running your hands through your face. you feel so small, so tired, so sick of it.

shisnhou

tired

[dabi manga spoilers!]

“doll,” dabi’s cold voice breaks through the radio silence in your mind. your attention is immediately brought to him. your hand reaching out for his as you two stand in the middle of the chaos. “can you listen to me for five seconds?”

“even if it were an hour, touya, i’d listen.” he laughs lightly at your words causing you to smile painfully with his laughter. his marred and injured arm grabs you by your forearm softly. walls made out of blue fire are put up by him, dividing you from the clash out there.

“you know,” he starts, burying himself into your neck. you freeze, then loosen, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “i’m tired.” he mumbles into your skin.

“me too, i am as well.” you bitterly say, voice slightly muffled by his body. he nods into you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“do you know what i do when i’m tired?” it’s a dumb question— he knows— but he has to get some sort of release with you before he does something atrocious.

“you don’t pull up like either people, you push through, don’t you?” hanging by your every word like it’s his life line is what he does. he can feel your tears dropping and evaporating into his broken skin. “don’t you touya? wont you pull through?” like a prayer, you say your words religiously, hoping— praying— that one of your words will stick with him, but one can only do so much when the other is begging for peace and quiet.

“i’m getting pretty fucking tired, y’know?” he repeats himself, letting go of you and putting his warm palms on your cheeks. “don’t you think it’s time to shut away?” your tears fall from your eyes down to his palm, your hand over his as you lean into his touch, founding solace into them, nodding as you listen to his every word. “it’s a fucked up world out here, but hey, i was with you all through it and i guess that made it bearable.” he jokes for what seems to be the last time, and you laugh for what seems to be the last time as well.

he heaves a sigh and you do to. all of a sudden, the silence you had been using from earlier breaks as you hear people march through. all of a sudden, the fire is slowly getting weaker and weaker than its usual form. dabi doesn’t budge, simply looking at you with adoration swimming in his eyes. you know what’s going to happen and so does he, yet he doesn’t make a move to do anything against it. simply placing his forehead against yours and encasing your lips against his. your eyes close and so does his, feeling everything about him before your fate finally gets sealed.

“i love you doll.”

“i love you more touya.”

bang!

shisnhou

Anonymous asked:

dabi as a dad? or maybe his s/o telling him she’s pregnant/or pregnant again.

pairing: dabi x female! reader

genre: angst to fluff, hurt comfort

content warnings: dabi manga spoilers!

note: —

TELLING DABI YOU’RE PREGNANT

— tough titty babe

— now i’ll be a hundred percent honest with you

— there are two possibilities

— it’s either he leaves or stays, no in between

— but if he really does think about it, he might consider it though

you anxiously heave a sigh, leaning forward towards the mirror as your fingers dig into the corners of the sink. the small test stick in between your fingers causing anxiety to creep up to you. you find it difficult to breathe with every passing second, almost as if you’re drowning in water.

dabi has made it clear in multiple occasions that he is against having kids, that he won’t want any little hell spawns at his care. he has repeatedly said that if he is to have kids, he’d probably use the milk trick and never come back, ever again. you’ve never thought about it before, but now that you’re at the situation, you have no clue with what you’re supposed to do.

“panties in a twist?”

the voice sends a chill down on your spine. you drop the test down the floor with a yelp, frightened eyes looking at him as you try to breathe in as much air as you possibly can.

“hi— no. i’m fine.” you say rather quickly, making sure to slowly snag the test using your foot and hiding it from him, trying to be discreet but fail miserably when dabi sees your foot moving the object towards you.

“what are you hiding from me?” he asks, moving closer towards you. your eyes fall down on the ground, causing you to pick up the item faster and move it to your hand. “what is that?”