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Nothing Burns Like The Cold (PART 1) 💜

Nothing Burns Like The Cold (PART 2) 💜

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Dabi x FAB! Reader (Yandere & SMUT)

WARNINGS: Abusing, hitting, slight blood mentioning & touching

2.4K words

(Part 2/5)

! MINORS DNI !

My feet we're glued on to the ground, I wanted to run, scream, do something but for some reason my muscles started to turn to stone. He looked at me with a straight dead stare as if he was about to cut my heart out. My first instinct was to try and get out of his sight as quickly as possible but my mind had other ideas.

"Um- no thank you."

I forced a smile. My acting skills we're horrible. Why did I say that and not just run. I thought back to those survival stories my mom would tell me about. Don't panic and respond to them, don't show that your afraid, they feed off of your fear...

"Are you sure?... You look a little... distressed."

His smile grew so wide it could touch all the way up to his eyes, I could only see his horrible grin as the hoodie was covering the rest of the face. It seemed that there were some burnt marks on his cheeks. Stapled together like something out of a horror movie. At that point I couldn't keep up my acting and my body went into flight mode. My feet suddenly got a sensation in them back and I took off darting towards a small alleyway in the corner between 2 small apartment buildings where I could wedge myself in and hopefully get out of his sight. I still didn't have any sandals or any sort of footwear on my feet so the concrete stung my bare skin as I ran for my life. I knew I would have to find a phone or even a person quick before it was too late for me. I looked back at the corner of my eye as I was running as fast as I could... He started walking towards me. He walked so slow, it was like he had the mind of a pyschopath. A panicking girl screaming and running down a quiet street while the serial pyscho killer walked behind her like he had all the time in the world. That's what really made my heart stop, it was like he wasn't even trying. I whipped around a corner and put myself between the end of 2 buildings side by side. I crouched down making myself look smaller and making it hard to see. The alleyway was dark and my body blended in nicely with the cold stone of the buildings so it would've been hard for Dabi to find my hiding place. I started breathing faster then the speed of light, my heart was beating fast, my feet were shaking and stinging. I put my left hand over my mouth and nose to stop my heavy breathing and my right hand over my chest to hold my heart. I thought it would be falling out of my rib cage from the speed of the beats. I listened carefully for the foot steps to come closer but I couldn't catch any. I shut my eyes and opened them again... still nothing. I would think it would be impossible for him to have walked away already and gave up. Yet again he was walking so slowly he's probably still trying to find where I'm hiding, my body trembled against the cold stone I was leaning against. Still nothing caught my attention, it was almost too quiet for someone not to be around the side of the building. It was almost like I didn't have to see to know he was there waiting for me. I waited and waited and waited. 20 minutes have gone by now, I still can't here anything but he might be around the corner waiting for me to come out, or perhaps he went home. Would he have really given up that easily. Again I have no idea who this man is, only that his name is Dabi and he is probably the most dangerous man i've ever set my eyes on before, I don't know what he's capable of yet.

Time felt weird, it felt like it wasn't moving. My body felt glued to the ground and I didn't even want to move a muscle to check if he was maybe waiting for me around the corner of the building. So I just sat... my breathing settled and my heart rate became normal again, but my mind still had the fear drilled into it.

"He has to be gone by now."

I whispered to myself, so slowly I could barely hear my own words coming out of my mouth. It was the middle of the afternoon, yet no one was around, hopefully that meant including him. My muscles started to lift my body as I slowly put my hand up against the stoned wall to help balance my legs. I slowly started to begin walking over to the front of the building which opened up to the streets. My foot steps were quieter then a mouse, step by step I softly began to enter into the bright light of the streets. I quietly put my bare bloody foot out on to the streets, as I stepped onto the warm concrete. I was finally out in the dry air, and open street. I was now in his vision...

*Smack*

My body muscles nor my mind was able to react to such a hard hit to my head, I only remembered how much the hit hurt. It was all black inside my mind, I could hear myself trying to wake up and see what hit me but my body was too tired to open up my heavy eyelids. I laid motionless on the warm streets as I started running through my pitch black mind. I didnt understand what was going on, I was only aware inside my head that I got hit by something hard, maybe a rock? A baseball bat? A gun? Sometimes gangsters would use their guns to knock their victims out, I wondered if I was in a situation like that. I didn't know how long it had been, it felt like only 5 minutes when I finally lifted up my eyes and regained consciousness. I could see hundreds of black dots swarming around in my vision, then it became double, and finally started to blur out and then clear up. My body wasn't moving but I could feel I was still on some concrete like texture, I must've still been on the street except it was incredibly dark, almost night time perhaps. I looked around me slowly and noticed I was in between the 2 buildings again, someone must've moved me... Dabi did. I was now laying in a dark alleyway in blackness, it must've at least been a few hours because the sun already disappeared and the it was time for the moon to come out. A shadowy figure appeared infront of my face, he looked at my eyes and put his hand infront of my face and started to move it up and down.

"Are you awake now, sweetheart, can't have you sleeping the night away."

His voice was raspy but one I remembered, it was the same man, what was his name again?

"D-dabi?"

He looked slightly shocked I knew his name but only smirked at the sound of me saying his name quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Where am I right now?"

I tried to push my body up with my arms but my whole body felt paralyzed, maybe it was from how hard the impact was earlier or perhaps I was just to frail to stand up on my own after being knocked out for so long.

"An alleyway... do you know why you're here,

y/n?"

I shook my head and kept looking around me to see if anyone else was in the alleyway with us, but it was only me and him. Alone.

"Why are y-you doing this..."

I shut my eyes trying my hardest to not scream at the top of my lungs, I didn't know exactly what he wanted with me but I knew it can't be anything good. My whole body felt like it was in some sort of shock so it laid so quietly still on the ground and it seemed the only thing violently moving around was my eyes.

"Answer my question."

I kept looking around trying to process what was happening to me until my adrenaline started flowing through my veins again and I could start to hear my heart pumping fast again.

"Look at me. Don't look away."

He aggressively grabbed my chin with his rough cold hand and grabbed it hard and forced my face to turn to him. His hoodie was off and I could see his face clearly. It was mortifying, burns and stapled all across his face with jet black spiky hair that almost seemed like it could stab me.

"I- I don't know."

I couldn't help but start to tear up in my dry eyes, I truly didn't know why he was targeting me, was it because I bumped into him? Or was it because he was just a plain sociopath who had fun in tormenting innocent young women.

"That's not a really good answer Y/n, why are you crying... are you afraid of me."

He started laughing hysterically loud that it echoed in the alleyway.

"Don't worry, cry as much as you want, scream for all I care. No one is going to hear your pathetic yelps."

My eyes grew wider and wider as I began to realize what situation was about to come to me.

"Please..."

Tears drooling down my face as I looked him straight in the eye.

"Please... I don't know what you want from me."

He stopped laughing and gripped his hand tighter around my chin and slowly started to move it down towards my neck. At first he softly grazed it but then forcefully grabbed it and started to slightly choke me and take my breath away...

"I want you y/n. Your in trouble now aren't you? Do you know what you did."

Those words made me cry even more, I began sobbing and begging for him to spare my life.

"Please, I'll give you anything, money, jewellery... p-please.. I'm begging you."

It almost looked like he was amused by the way he was making me feel, torn up and broken inside and begging for his mercy. He fed off of the fear, just like how my mother used to say.

"You're in trouble because... well you saw something you weren't supposed to see, my little fire made the news headline and besides all of those dead people... you we're the only other person who saw me that day and so here I had to follow you home and cut all of your cord lines because the second you saw that news report... you were going to to go to the police, weren't ya?...and tell them about me... weren't ya?"

His grip became harder and harder on my neck beginning to bruise it badly. I finally slowly regained strength in my one arm and softly put it on top of his trying to put on force for him to let me go but my arm was too weak to even leave a scratch.

"L-listen... I swear... I-I."

"I honestly don't really give a shit about what excuse your going to say. You made a mistake, plain and simple and now you have to pay for it."

The grip became so intense I started scratching at his arm with both of my hands as I tried to let out a scream for help as salty tears began pouring down my flushed face.

"You want to breath? I say when you can breath."

I almost... couldn't... take it anymore, I was about to lose... oxygen. Was this finally it for me?

"P-please... I'll give you... a-anything."

He let go of my neck and I gasped so hard for air. My hands hit the rocky ground as I shakily put my hand around my neck to help regain my proper breathing.

"You're really dramatic aren't you? Ha calm down, I wasn't going to kill your pretty little face, I have much better ways to use you."

My knees started to lift my body into a crouch position and I was still trying to regain my breath and my balance and get up on my feet. He stepped up from my vision level and began to walk up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up harshly and slammed my body against the hard brick building and held onto my shoulders so I wouldn't fall back down. He gave me a creepy grin as he looked up from me down bellow.

"Now what can you do for me Y/n?"

My instinct was to try and yell out for some sort of help but like he mentioned before, there was no one around, and I believed him because the area where I lived in had a tiny community of mostly elderly. There was no way in chance someone was outside for a night stroll at this time. My arms tried to push him back away from me.

"Don't try and fight me, Y/n..."

He grabbed onto my swinging arms trying to push his body off of me and shoved me up even harder against the wall yelling at me to stop.

"This will be easier if you stop struggling, it would also hurt less... besides i'm here to have a good time, I don't feel like being forceful but don't underestimate that... if I must I will use force."

I began sobbing again knowing exactly what he means. The tears just wouldn't stop.

"Please... I have m-money..."

I said quietly, almost as if I whispered it to myself. He grabbed my neck and slammed my head up against the hard brick wall again and this time, my head started to bleed out slightly.

"I said I didn't want your fucking money, you worthless whore."

My head felt like a million knifes cut into it, the pouding wouldn't stop from how hard my head has been hit thous far tonight. He slowly started to let his one hand go from my upper area holding me down and traced it slowly down my body. Very softly his fingers grazed my body. He slowly started to push up his body against mine and whispered in my ear.

"I wonder what this body would look like naked?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers slowly pushing up my shirt and pushing it up to my bra length. I couldn't help but weep and pray for someone to come find me... help me... let me escape from this monster. I knew it was almost hopeless though, no matter how hard I could scream right now, it would only be hurting myself.

Dabi x FAB! Reader (Yandere & SMUT)

WARNINGS: Stalking! Slight Blood Mentioning & Murder

2.7K words

(Part 1/5)

! MINORS DNI !

You were a young petite woman, 20 years old, soft skin, beautiful healthy hair, blush cheeks, wide eyes... you we're the perfect target for a predator to pounce on you at night. You always had a fear of someone attacking you ever since you we're little. The serial killer documentaries you watched at school, the scenarios your mom used to tell you about that would keep your eyes wide open at night, the defense moves your father taught you when you we're 6 years old. Being a young woman in a villain society was almost an invitation it seemed. You we're so vaunerable, I mean what would the villains think you would do? Fight back? Of course not, you we're weak and that gave them a huge advantage. You always tried to be cautious of your surroundings whenever you were in a foreign area or whenever you walked home from work every night. But even in the most safest areas can the most gruesome crimes take place, infact it's the perfect area because no one would expect it coming... your job was a simple one, not much to say about, it helped cover the mortgage on your tiny apartment, cover taxes, food, furniture and so on basic human needs. Life was simple for you. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. You never had a boyfriend or a relationship like that before, your parents never really let boys near you. They we're so protective over you because of the crime rates skyrocketing because of all the superpowers appearing left and right. They wanted to keep their only daughter safe, so it was natural to not let any boys in a 50 meter radius of you. Of course you still had a social life, a few friends here and there, they all come and go. You were a quiet girl, it's not like you we're very popular during your high school days, you would rather focus on studying instead of goofing off with the popular kids at parties and getting so high and drunk you couldn't even pronounce your own name. You liked your simple life though, you never really thought it would change. How wrong you we're...

They say things happen in your life for a reason, people come into your life for a reason and they leave for a reason, you never really believed that until that day, the day your world turned upside down and it seemed like you we're in the worse situation possible and you just wanted to die. Everything was on track that day, woke up, did your normal morning routine and went off to work. Your apartment was pretty close to your work building so you thought you should try and stay ecologically friendly and walk everyday instead of driving. You had your teacher bag packed and leaned over your left shoulder, a medium length skirt on, hair neatly tied up, and white blouse that loosely kissed your bare skin. You looked like a pretty angel walking on the stairway to heaven. You we're infact running a tad bit late, unfortunately your coffee machine decided to break down this morning so you had some trouble fixing it and walking out the door on time. You we're walking faster then usual to pick up the pace so you wouldn't be late for work. You we're wearing high heels so the chances of you falling were very likely, and the odds we're not in your favour today. The right foot accidentally bumped over the left foot when it hit a small rock on the side walk, you lost your balance and had to think quick before you fell on the rocky sidewalk and bruise your hands from the fall. Suddenly without even seeing him from the corner of your eye, a large slim dark figure caught you before the bridge of your nose touched the ground. The catch was so out of line it made your heart beat slightly faster then it had over the past 10 years of your life, you don't think it's beated this fast then since you we're a little girl running around at the park. You we're now in the arms of a complete stranger and didn't know how to react, you turn your head to look at his face but it was covered by a black hood. His arms lifted you back up on your feet as you regained your balanced. Your eyes never left his shadowed face for not even a split second, you we're much taken by surprise. You we're about to thank him but-

"You shouldn't be in such a rush, wouldn't want a pretty lady like you to get hurt now"

He slowly started to walk away while shyly waving at me from behind, not looking back. I couldn't see it but I feel the smirk he had on his lips while saying those words. My hands covered my chest as I was taken back by his words, it made my cheeks feel hot and I didn't really know how to feel except for when I snapped out of my vision and realized that I am still late for work. I fixed my heel that was slightly crooked and thanked him in my head and kept on fastly walking to work. When I arrived at my work I didn't get scolded too hard since this was probably my first and only time i'll ever be late. I was a goody two shoes like that. It kind of made me laugh to think that if my father was with me then he would've chased that man with his shoe all the way down the block. Anyways that was probably the first and last time I'll ever get that close to a man again. My body was pressed up against his chest so hard as if he was holding me for dear life, I bet if I closed my eyes and let all of the outside noise escape my ears, I could hear his heart beat. I'm still disappointed I didn't thank him, he was too far down the street by the time I came back to my senses, and I'm too quiet to shout at him just to thank him, I'm sure he heard my mental message I thought to myself. I get off work around

9pm-ish so it's always pretty dark outside when I walk home. Except this time felt a bit off for some reason, as soon as I stepped outside the building doors, a cold almost piercing wind current hit my body. Its almost as if it we're knifes, I knew winter was coming soon but I didn't remember the weather report saying it was going to be this cold this morning. The entire atmosphere made me uncomfortable, then that fear of someone coming up behind me any moment came into my mind. My adrenaline started pumping through my body, I knew I have to get to my small apartment quick and fast before something bad happens.

I rush home and lock all of my doors and windows, and for some reason, it felt like eyes were piercing through my glass windows and starring right at my body. I didn't feel safe for a second. After a few minutes I realized how quiet my apartment was and didn't like how loud the silence was so I turned on the news to keep my mind distracted. I made some shallow black tea to make my body stop shaking from the fridged air outside. I looked over at my small tv and my heart almost dropped into my stomach. There was a murder case on the news, there was an image of the suspect, it was blurry and had poor quality but it looked almost identical to the man that caught my fall this morning. He had a dark tone, black hoodie, and a tall slim figure, it was no lie that the description matched. The murder involved over 30 innocent people that we're burned to death, the news headline made me sick to my stomach and what scared me even more was the man in the photo... he had... he had to be. He had to have been that man today. A new slide came up and they revealed that the murderer is a known mass serial killer that goes under the name "Dabi". So simple yet it's a name most people won't forget.

"Dabi..."

That name, there was something that gave me the chills whenever I said it. At this point I was shaking... thinking over and over and over on how one of those innocent people could've been me today. I looked over at the time that the incident took place and it was only a few hours after our encounter. I grabbed my remote in a panic and turned off the television as I didn't think I could stand to watch anymore. They still haven't obtained a picture of his face yet his imagine burned clear in my mind. I didn't have to see his face to know it was him. I picked up the phone and called my manager informing him that I don't think I can make it into work tomorrow, I felt very dizzy and the bullet I dodged still left a scar in my head. My manager was concerned as I never took a day off in my life before but because I never had, she said it wouldn't be a problem.

"Um- one last thing Y/n... are you a-alright? You're breathing very heavy over the phone."

I was hyperventilating.

"Oh no I'm uh- fine, thank thank you."

"Are you sure becau-"

I hung up the phone immediately, I was too scared to even talk about what was running through my head right now. I tried to calm myself down but couldn't help but pace around my room, I wish there was someone I could talk too but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. I decided to take a ragged cloth and put cold water under it and placed it on my forehead to help with my dizziness. I walked over to my bedroom and laid down trying to fall asleep and forget this horrible tragedy. The next morning I woke up later since I didn't even shut my eyes until around 1am last night. I had dark circles and felt like I was going to throw up even though I didn't eat anything yesterday. I laid in bed for a few hours until I finally motivated myself to get up. It was a tragic shame what happened to those 30 people last night, but the bright side was I managed to live another day unharmed. I'm sure the police will catch him soon.

Guilty people can't always run forever, eventually karma will catch up to them and give them what they deserve.

I got dressed, took a quick shower, put on some comfy clothing and decided to eat something small, my stomach still wasn't feeling right. I knew what would do me good. Going outside. Nothing feels better then walking outside in the fresh air and clearing your mind. I put on my sandals and opened up my door and noticed a white piece of paper laying on my doorstep. I didn't pay attention to it and thought it was nothing but a piece of garbage and walked past it. Until a gust of wind blew towards me, it hit the back of my leg and so I decided to pick it up and throw it away, until I saw the small black writing on the inside. My curiosity got the best of me and I decided to open it...

"(Work address name) is this where you work... y/n?"

What the... what. I must've starred at the piece of paper for at least 5 minutes, I had a blank expression on my face. I couldn't look at it clearly, I couldn't make up an emotion. I looked around me and I looked back at the paper. I can't... I c-can't.. I- um, I didn't know what to think in that moment, the pressure was too heavy. I took the paper and brought it inside and read it over and over. It was my work address. It was my name. I don't understand. Is someone... watching me? I read online articles about stalking and stalkers but I didn't think this type of thing would be happening to me, especially since last night. The note freaked out all the cells in my body. It sent cold shivers down to my core. I couldn't express any feeling towards this. I quickly locked my door and shut all my blinds and windows... just like last night. That feeling came back to me, those set of eyes watching my body. I couldn't take it anymore. This note was the last straw. I picked up the phone and dialed the police...

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Beep... beep... the sound kept repeating, I looked at my phone line and then came to the realization that my cord was cut. My heart skipped a beat, maybe even 2. At that point I panicked, I could feel someone lurking in my home. I started breathing heavily, my palms getting sweaty, I didn't have the courage to go around my apartment with a knife in my right hand and open each door until I find a surprise in one of them. I unlocked my door and ran out fast, I ran down the street trying to look for a pedestrian walking by so I could ask them to call the police. Then I saw an old woman turning the corner with her grandson, I ran up to them as quickly as I could and stood directly infront of them until they laid their eyes on me.

"Hello, can we help you with something?"

The young boy looked up at me with concern while his grandmother held onto his arm.

"Y-yes please... I need the police, I need h-help, there's someone.. there's a person, he's in my home... phone.. do you-"

The words couldn't come out of my mouth clear enough but the boy understood what I was trying to say.

"I- um we're sorry ma'am, we only have a phone at our house which is a few miles away. I'm sorry? There's a small shop a few blocks down."

I started really shaking this time not having a good gut feeling at all, the air around me seemed drying then the desert, I ran out of my house so fast I didn't even put on my sandals, my feet were bleeding and my sweat started pouring down my face like a bucket of water.

"N-no please... I think someone is watching me."

I whisper closely up to them not wanting them to panic and realize what I'm trying to tell them. I think whoever was in my house is now outside with me.

"We're very sorry Ma'am, I hope you find help?"

He started walking ahead of me quickly starting to worry about the safety of his grandmother, I watched as they walked away, gripping my hair with my clammy hands as I looked around me. The streets have never been more quiet. I could barely even start to see the young boy and his grandmother walking off. I knew I scared him but I don't blame him as I was starting to lose my sense.

"Excuse me, did you say you needed help?"

I turned around me with a growing smile on my face and happy that someone acknowledged my distress and could help me find a telephone to call the police. I looked up at where and who the words were coming from.

"Y-yes I-"