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Hi! I'm Brain Damage, I'm under eighteen and enjoy writing. I write a lot of different things, but I only post x reader (and possibly character x character) here. I have some rules (here's a link for you) but other than those I'll write pretty much anything.
Feel free to ask me anything via request, comment, or message. Have a great day and know that you're loved <33
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Recently Written:
He Doesn’t Realize he Needs you Until You’re Gone -Dabi x Reader Part two
Not Even if I Tried -Bestfriend Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Bakugo Katsuki x OCD!Reader
Different- Bakugo Katsuki x Bestfriend!Reader
I’ll be Here -Shigaraki Tomura x Reader
Dabi x Autistic Reader Headcannons
My personal favorites:
You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Ejiro
Just Let me Explain -Husband!Loid Forger x Wife!Reader
Cold -Shigaraki Tomura x Reader
Reader's Favorites:
You Flinch During an Argument -Hawks x reader
You Flinch During an Argument -Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
(tysm for 300+ <33)
Worth Checking Out:
Lonesome Nights -Dabi x Reader
Panic Attack -Amajiki Tamaki x Reader
And Nothing Else Matters - Husband!Loid Forger x Wife!Reader
Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33
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If he wanted you, you would be in his arms right now.
If he appreciated you, he would tell you so.
If he cared about you, he would have thought things through.
If he loved you, he wouldn’t have made you feel this way.
Pain.
Dark,
Miserable,
Uncontrollable,
Agonizing,
Pain.
That’s all you feel these days. No more butterflies, no more warm feelings as he kissed your hands and cheeks, smiling at you and telling you how much he loved you. No more sweet paragraphs or telling you how much you mean to him. No more him. You can’t remember the last day you got to spend with him.
Is it another girl?
No, don’t think like that…
But if he loved you, if he truly loved you, would the thought even be in your head?
He Doesn't Realize he Needs you Until You're Gone -Dabi x Reader Part Two
A/n: I'm sorry this took so long! But I'm glad it's finally finished. I really really hope it's worth the wait, I really did put a lot of effort into it haha. Anywayyys enjoy! <3
General info:
Wc: 1,853 | genre: pure angst | reader: implied fem | posted: 6/27/25
Warnings!: lots of crying, arson (c'mon its Dabi), like only angst, suicidal ideation (thinking there's no point in living anymore, betrayal, umm honestly idk what else to put. If I miss anything please let me know! <3
Part One | Part Two | Alt ending?? (we shall see)
Please. Please pick up... please... I need you...
Dabi jerks awake, blinking away the drowsiness in his eyes as he tries to figure out his surroundings. He was laying on the cold kitchen floor, that much was certain. He could feel the cool tile against his cheek and the dull aching in his limbs, a testimony to the poor sleep he got the night before.
His eyes meet his phone on the floor nearby, and the memory of calling you emerges. “Y/n…” he mumbles, reaching for the device.
Turning the phone on, a stab of pain invades his chest as he stares at his Lock Screen: a photo of you.
You were smiling, hugging Dabi’s arm to your chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. You were happy…
Every call Dabi had made last night was left to voicemail, adding to the endless list of unanswered calls since the night you left him.
Everything hurt. Dabi couldn’t think straight. If only he had listened… if only he had treated you the way you deserved…
Dabi stands up on shaky legs before making his way to the bathroom sink. Leaning against the cool marble, his hands on either side, he looks into the mirror- something he hasn't done in quite a while.
Quite frankly, Dabi looked terrible. His hair was a total mess that hadn't been washed in weeks, if not months and his white roots were starting to show. His eyes were bloodshot with dark bags underneath, and his charred skin was peeling in several different places. Turning on the water, Dabi cups the cool water in his hands before splashing it onto his face. Shivering from the cold, he scrubs his face, not caring about the staples.
Several came loose, fell out, tangled with one another, and some even dug into his skin- both dead and healthy. It was painful, but he didn't particularly care. In his mind, he deserved the pain.
What to do what to do.
There was no point in living anymore, he had lost the one thing he cared about. His darling y/n, his one and only, his reason for breathing. No he never told you so, no he never treated you right, but he loved you. He truly, unforgetably loved you. There was no other for him, there was no one even as close to perfect as you.
He could focus on his life of crime, maybe even take his old man down one day. But what even is the point without his y/n to come home to? The world would be a better place without Endeavor in it, but it's all cruel and pointless without you..
Turning the water off, Dabi stumbles back into the kitchen. His eyes move over the disaster, every object in sight was charred. Honestly, Dabi was suprised that the place hasn't burned down... Dabi's turquoise eyes squint as an idea forms in his head.
Yet. He decides, sinking to the floor beneath him.
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You freeze in horror as the scene plays on the news, fire engulfing the apartment buildings you used to live in. The fire was blue, there was no way it was a coincidence. Dabi must have done it, and if it was Dabi there was no way that it wasn't intentional. The only question is why? There was no reason to commit such a violent crime when it doesn't benefit his hunt for Endeavor. You don't even know why was over there, you could have sworn he would have been smart enough to never go back there- to assume you would have turned him.
The thought brings a sharp pain of guilt that pierces your chest. You should have turned him in, you should have done something- anything to try to prevent such chaos. But you didn't. No matter how hurt and angry you were at the man, you still loved him. You couldn't bear the idea of never seeing him again, and so you kept it to yourself. You thought he wouldn't have even cared, would have kept on doing what he's always done.
But oh you were wrong. You were so very, very wrong, and you were watching the consequences. The injured bodies being pulled from the wreckage, you can't help but wonder how many people didn't make it.
The heroes were still trying to put out the fire, it only grew and grew larger. As you continued to watch the flames, entranced by their forbidden beauty, you realized you had to make it right. Dabi obviously wasn't acting like himself, and you weren't sure how devasting that could become.
Picking up your phone, you decide to dial an old friend.
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Dabi's heart stopped as he glanced down at his phone, your contact name and picture glowing on his screen. This couldn't be real... this had to be a dream... he answered immediately, pressing the phone to his ear hopefully, desperately even.
"Dabi?" Your voice called, oh to hear your voice!
"Y/n, baby" he chokes, emotion filling his voice as he feels his eyes sting with blood. "I missed you."
"You... missed me?"
"Yes of course I missed you! I- I called so many times- gosh I am so *so* sorry y/n, I love you so much- an-and I feel terrible for how badly I treated you! Please you gotta believe me y/n!" Blood drips down his cheek as he clenches his shirt, trying to control his breathing. You called him! He still had a chance- if only he doesn't blow it this time.
"We have to talk about what you did to the apartments, Dabi."
"O-okay, if you want to."
Dabi had always blown off your concerns about his criminal activity, but he would do anything to you back. If you said the word he would clean himself up and preach a lesson on honesty and righteousness to the entire church on Sunday- anything to get his y/n back.
"Can we meet up? I don't feel safe having this conversation over phone.
"Of course! W-where do you want to meet? When? What day-"
"Slow down, Dabi. I am here, and I am not going to hang up on you."
Obediently, Dabi takes three deep breaths. "When do you want to meet up?" He asks again, forcing himself to speak calmly and slowly.
"Today, I'll send you the location. As soon as possible, please."
"I'll head there as soon as you send it. I am so, so sorry y/n. Please, you got to believe me."
"We will talk when you get there, Dabi. I am waiting."
"O-okay, I'll see you then?"
"Mhm." You hang up the phone.
Dabi tightens his grip on his phone, a smile on his face. He has a chance with his y/n...
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Dabi quickly makes his way through the crowd, searching for your face. It’s been ten minutes since he got here, and he’s sure he’s scared the life out of many citizens, but he simply did not care. His y/n was here, wanting to talk to *him*. This was his chance, his moment. He would not rest until he had his everything back.
What if this was a big joke on your part? What if you didn’t just want him to die alone but torture him with the thought of making things better? No, his y/n wouldn’t do that... but then again he never thought that you would leave him either. Maybe he should turn around, or try to call you again, maybe he should just give up and go- and then he saw you.
His beautiful, perfect y/n. His eyes swept you from head to toe, oh how much he missed you! Pushing through the crowd, Dabi rushes to your side, picking you up in his arms and twirling you around. “Oh y/n!” Hot blood trickles down his cheeks as he pulls you to his chest, inhaling your scent. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He sobs, blood leaking from his burnt tear ducts as he holds you tight.
“Dabi, put me down please.” You whisper, shattering his happiness in seconds. Obediently, Dabi puts you down. He had to get you back- he had to.
“Y/n my love, I am so, so sorry. I really really am. I will do anything- anything to get you back.”
“Well let’s go somewhere less crowded for starters.” Dabi instantly nodded, following you faithfully, blindly.
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“Almost there.”
“Okay.” Dabi murmurs breathlessly, just hearing your voice was divine! Oh how he missed you- you were everything that he had thought of since the day you left him.
Turning the corner, Dabi continued to follow you until you stopped. You two ended up in a dim alleyway. Turning around, you faced Dabi with those pretty, pretty e/c eyes. He was entranced. “Y/n I love you so much and I’m so so-”
A sudden force from above brought Dabi to the ground, grunting in effort he wreathed, trying to get whoever, whatever it was off of him. “Y/n run! I’ll try to hold them off!” Dabi shouts, doubling his effort as he remembered he had his y/n to protect. A second, stronger force joined the first one, this one pinpointed to hold his neck to the ground, leaving him immobilized. “Cease to resist, the girl is under no harm.” A grating, infuriating, familiar voice hisses in his ear.
Hawks.
“What’s going on here? I didn’t do anything harmful to y/n.” Dabi spits, thrusting all his body weight against the feathered hero.
“You haven’t put it together, have you? The woman has brains, and she knows that she’s safer with you locked up, along with everyone else in your reach. Pain laces through Dabi’s chest as the words sink in. You, his y/n, had turned him in? He wasn’t getting a second chance? Blood falling down his cheeks, Dabi stills. The pain was crippling, he couldn’t move, he could barely think.
Of course you were turning him in. It all makes sense now. He wasn’t getting a second choice, he never would. Not only did he ruin his relationship with his sweet, sweet y/n, but now he was going to be locked up. Forgotten in some dingy, highly protected cell. As he deserved for hurting someone as precious as you.
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Pain envelops your chest as you watch the realization sink into Dabi, seeing how all fight in him fled, the blood leaking from his eyes. You didn’t want to give him false hope, you didn’t want to betray him, but he was a danger to everyone. Himself included. It was better for everyonoe involved for him to be locked up.
You repeat the words to yourself as you watch Hawks and Endeavor put him in cuffs, you clench your shirt in your fist as you watch his gorgeous turquoise eyes meet yours. The soundless words “I love you, I’m sorry” slipping through his lips. Tears well in your eyes as you watch them move him into a vehicle, and as you watch the vehicle drive off. Your Dabi, the man who you loved so fully, so painfully... was gone.
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Hello, just wanted to say that I love how you write angst - I am not even in the same fandoms you are in and was just looking for something that is sad and I have had fun reading some of your stories. I like how, even with having no clue about who the characters are or the context for their anime etc I could easily follow along and enjoy your fanfictions as you described everything so well :)
Oh my goodness you are so sweet!! This literally made my night! Will you pretty please tell me a fandom you're in and what character you like? I would watch a whole anime just to write you something- you're so sweet <333
“Come on y/n you know it’s not like that!” Bakugo protests, following you as you storm out of the building.
“You *promised* me Katsuki! You lie and say you’re busy with work and then I find out you’re doing this?!”
“Y/n it’s not what it looks like.” Bakugo snarls, reaching to grab your wrist. You jerk back, but he holds strong. “Listen to me.” His gruff voice is softer, gentler. It calms you down, but only a little bit.
“Go ahead and explain yourself away for the thousandth time.”
“That woman was a civilian who I saved in the hostage situation. She only has a certain times she is allowed out of supervision due to safety precautions they take, the LOV Is after her because she has some very valuable information. They wouldn’t let me see her for some damn reason, and so the only thing left to do was to bring her out, while being guarded, so she could tell me what she saw and heard.”
“She wanted to go out with you Katsuki.” You sigh, your shoulders dropping as you give up on fighting. “Everyone wants to go out with you.”
Bakugo snorts in disbelief, which only manages to piss you off further. “Whatever you say y/n. But seriously, I’m sorry I didn’t take you to dinner for your birthday.”
You said that last time. And the time before that. My birthday was three weeks ago Suki.”
“Well le t me make it up to you. We’ll order something nice and have dinner at my place. Just you, and me. I’ll turn off my phone, unplug the tvs, lock the doors and close all the blinds. Just us two.”
“Like you would do that for silly old me.” You snort under your breathe, causing Bakugo to freeze.
“What did you just say?”
“I said- you know what never mind. It’s not like you would. Care anyways.
“Yes I would! Y/n you’re being a pain.”
“Oh so I’m the pain? Me, not you, the one who ditched his supposed best friend several times in a row now!”
“You know I can’t do much when it comes to work y/n!”
“There’s always an excuse with you! Just tell me you hate me already!” You spit, regretting the words as soon as they leave your mouth. Bakugo’s grip immediately falters, and his hand slips from your wrist. You take a step back as you stare at the man, he was dumbfounded.
“Hate you? Y/n I could never hate you. Not even if I tried.”
Your mouth is dry, so you swallow trying to get the moisture back. “R-really?” You whisper, it comes out in a hoarse whisper. “yes really.”
“W-what do you mean by that?”
“I think we both know what I mean by that, y/n.” Bakugo whispers, gently taking your hands and pulling you closer to him.
“W-what?” Your cheeks warm as one of his hands slips to cup your cheek, the other resting at the back of your head as he pulls you into a kiss, gentle and cautios at frst, utnil it starts growing into something more. Something desperate, something hungry. He kisses you for a good 30 seconds before pulling away, slightly out of breath.
“You and me, Saturday night. Deal?” He whispers in your ear. All you can do is nod as you feel your heart race and your knees grow weak.
“Good.” He kisses your cheek and then struts away, his cheesy grin stuck on his face.
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Hey, I really like your writing and I wonder if you cen make Bakugo x OCD y/n. I have that and i need a serious comfort lately.
I thought that such a relationship between someone who was really mentally and emotionally delicate and someone with such a hot temper would be good to read.
(TW:SH) Just details that I'd be happy for you to include, but you don't have to if it makes you feel uncomfortable; For example, setornnsitivity if a book/sketchbook get tear or wrinkled pages can seriously keep me awake for hours. or even if you just get hit by a door in the hand, it should also be the same on the other side in an uncontrollable obsession. Even of you get cut by a knife too. If you're preparing food, then seriously, you're cutting your other hand too without control. It's as if your brain is blocked and acting as it pleases.
Oops, I wrote more than I intended.
A/n: Heyyy! I love your request and love the personal detail you offered me. I was in the middle of class writing this, but I hope it meets your expectations!
Also if any of the trigger warnings trigger you pls let me know and I’ll rewrite it!
Bakugo Katsuki x OCD!Reader
Warnings!: blood, cuts, unintentionally inflicted self harm, OCD, I think that’s all? Lemme know if I missed any! <33
You lift your head as the front door opens, your beloved Katsuki walking in after a long day of work. It was almost midnight, and he had been gone since early in the morning. A smile touches your lips, you've been anxiously waiting for him to get home all day.
"Welcome home baby." You greet, crossing the living room to welcome your beloved home. He grumbles something under his breath, a greeting of his own you assume. "I missed you." You whisper when you reach him, quickly pecking his lips.
His face softens, and your smile brightens. "Wanna shower? I'll get you some dinner real quick." He nods, kisses your cheek, and walks towards the bathroom.
You could have sworn you heard a quiet "thank you" under his breath, but there was no way to be sure.
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Katsuki walks back out a towel draped across his broad shoulders as he hovers behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands resting on your stomach. "Hey," he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek against your neck as you cut the meat.
"Hey," you respond, turning your head for a kiss. As his lips find your cheek, you stop paying attention to what you're doing and the knife slides past the steak and into your finger, causing you to hiss in pain as blood immediately pools at the wound.
Katsuki moves to take the knife from you, but before he can you replicate the cut on the opposite hand, you don't mean to, you don't even remember processing the thought, but the damage was done and you stood there decently bleeding from both hands.
"Y/n!" Katsuki snaps, snatching both of your hands in his larger ones. He immediately puts pressure on both of them before taking them to the sink, turning on the warm water. "Lemme see baby" he grunts, pulling both injured hands under the water, causing you to hiss in pain once more.
Once the blood is cleared he pulls them out, quickly checking the depth of both of them.
Sighing in relief, holds your hands in one hand and reaches to grab several sheets of paper towel in the other. He puts light pressure on both of the cuts before grabbing the medkit.
"Why did you do that?" He snaps, his voice gruff with worry and pain at seeing you hurt.
"I can't control it Suki." You murmur, watching him clean and apply ointment to the cuts before bandaging them up.
"How does that feel? Too tight?" You shake your head, both hands had equal amount of pressure.
"I'm sorry..." you murmur, hiding your face in his chest as he gently caresses the back of your head.
"Shhhh you're okay, just scared me is all."
"You're not mad?"
"No y/n, I know you can't control it. I'm just worried about you."
You say nothing as you bury yourself in his arms, taking in deep breaths as he holds you, making you safe as this man always did.
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A/n: another one I wrote a while ago but I have a few good long ones coming up so please stay patient! <3
General info:
Wc: 481 | genre: fluff | reader not specified (if I remember correctly)
“C’mon, it will be fun!” Mina pouts, shaking Katsuki’s shoulder. He grunts, his jaw set in irritation as she shook him left and right. A pain of jealousy hits your chest as you watch, you did not like the sight of her clinging onto his arm like that.
They were just friends, Mina and Kiri had been dating for a year and a half now. You knew that you really did, but you felt differently.
Katsuki yanks his arm away, “Get off of me or I’m gonna kill you.” He bares his teeth to show he means business. Not an uncommon thing for your beloved hothead. Kiri gives him a look, gently taking Mina’s hand and pulling her away from the aggravated blonde.
As Kiri fusses over Mina, you look around the room. All of the other students were in their own groups doing their own things. This was the perfect time.
Nervously biting your lip, you hesitantly sit on the cushion next to Katsuki’s. He doesn’t make a move. “Hey pouty.” You tease, placing your hand on his knee. Though you’ve been friends for years, you’ve felt an awkward burn in your cheeks and the strangest feeling in your chest whenever around him... or any sign of him.
He puffs out a breath of annoyance, giving you a sideway glance. You smile, tilting your head slightly. “Ah, I see my Katsuki in there. Come on, smile~” you tease, squishing his cheeks together. No one but you would get off alive by doing so, though you did get an annoyed glare.
“You tolerate me anyways~” you giggle, gently pinching his nose.
“Yeah yeah.” He mumbles, rolling his crimson eyes.
Gosh they’re beautiful.
“So you don’t want to go to breakfast tomorrow?” You raise an eyebrow.
“I want space from those idiots.” He mumbles, kicking at the air.
“Does that include me?”
“No.” His answer was immediate without a trace of insincerity or jest.
Heart fluttering, your cheeks warm as you squeeze his knee. “Then why don’t you get me breakfast? My ankle is still sore from last week, so I’d rather stay here as well.”
Rolling his eyes, he ruffles your hair. His hand wasn’t gentle, but much softer then with anyone else. “Fine, I’ll get you breakfast.”
“Thanks Katsuki, you’re the best~.”
“Said no one.” He grumbles.
“I believe I just did.”
“You don’t count.”
“Why? What am I- chopped liver?”
“No. Just... different.”
“Different?”
“Different. I’m going to bed.” He grumbles, standing up with a grumpy attitude. You catch his arm as he starts walking away, sliding down to squeeze his hand.
“Thank you, Katsuki.”
His crimson eyes lock onto yours for a few moments before he gives you a nod without a trace of aggression. As quickly as it came, the moment was gone as he pulls away, marching to his bedroom with that goofy walk of his.
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Warnings!: arguing, neglect, pure angst, crying, yelling, screaming, hurt, feeling betrayed, injuries (reader gets burned- not by Dabi), pushing your partner away (both parties), feeling worthless, feelings being discarded, mention of therapy, thoughts of leaving, thoughts of death, fear of a loved one dying, numbing your emotions, Dabi raging (burning things), leaving, partner being very tsundere, mention of blood (Dabi's tears), regret, guilt, becoming a husk, I think that's all haha. Pls lmk if I miss anything! <33
I will post two endings, one with angst and one with fluff. Lmk if you want to be tagged!
Tears roll down your cheeks as you spam Dabi with texts. You had just gotten into an argument with your beloved when he stormed out, cursing you out.
"Please." You quietly plead, your voice broken with sobs. "Don't leave me."
All of your texts remain unread. All your calls declined. You were having a panic attack by now, yet nothing seemed to get the villain's attention.
Just as you're about to completely lose it, you hear footsteps. Your freeze, listening with an indescribable intensity. The window opens. Your eyes dart to the activity.
Familiar black combat boots peek through the gap, falling to the floor. Your eyes travel up the familiar torn jeans, the worn out t-shirt, the burned neck, the crooked frown, and finally to the comforting turquoise eyes.
You let out a sob of relief as you see your Dabi standing in front of you. He looks down at you, grimacing.
"What happened to you?" He scoffed.
"I-I was worried." Your voice was hoarse and broken from your sobs.
"Worried?" He grunts. "You're more idiotic than I thought." He groans, grabbing the sandwich you made before the argument.
"I-I thought you were leaving me."
"I'm not gonna leave ya. No matter how annoying you are." He scoffs.
Annoying....
Your mind repeats the word several times, your face stiffening as you numb your emotions.
"Sorry..." you mumble.
"Don't start that pouty crap." He scoffs, shooting you a glare. "I'm tired of you being such a bother. I have so much to deal with. Your pathetic emotions isn't on my list."
You quietly fold your arms, moving to the couch. You watch Dabi silently, taking deep breaths to contain your emotions.
"I'm leaving for a mission tonight. I'll be back before next week."
His voice was less harsh, but nowhere near as warm as usual.
"O-okay.." you mumble, fidgeting with your sleeves. He rolls his eyes with a scoff, stomping into your shared bedroom.
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"I'm leaving now, brat."
You scramble to your feet, swiftly moving to his side. You lean up, hoping for a kiss as you ever so slightly pucker your lips.
You know your husband. He will notice... won't he?
His cold eyes move down to your lips. He grunts, turning around and leaving. "See ya later, brat. Don't be pouting when I get home, you hear?" He mutters, hauling himself through the window.
He always came in and out through the back window... it would be bad if your neighbors caught a highly wanted villain in your apartment.. hence the sneaking.
You've lived together for over a year now, you've moved four times now.
"Wait-" you call out, reaching out to your husband. His cold gaze burns into you.
"Um- a-aren't you going to... going to.."
"Spit it out, woman."
"Aren't you going to.. kiss me?" You blush. Dabi scoffs.
"Don't expect needles privileges after your attitude yesterday."
"Attitude?! Do you mean our argument?" You protest.
"Here it goes again." He groans. "You're always complaining and refusing to take accountability."
"Thats nonsense." You clench your fists, trying to suppress your emotions. Tears burned your eyes, but you refused to let them shed.
"What's nonsense is your attitude. You can't even keep me around now can ya? Your attitude always drives me off! I wonder why I ever married you in the first place. You give me attitude and then act like I'm the victim. Pathetic."
Tears well in your eyes. You bite your lip. "I won't ask for anymore from you." You whisper.
"Good. Keep it that way." He lands outside, shrugging his shoulder before walking off with an nonchalant attitude.
You close the window, leaning against the wall as you try to slow down your breathing. Tears fall down your cheeks as you curl in a ball, feeling hurt, angry, betrayed, and worthless.
The days pass by as you wait for Dabi to return. You didn't hear from him, and he was gone far longer than he said he would be. Every text was left unread, every call ignored, every voice-mail left un-listened to.
Eventually, you stopped trying. You got a therapist, and ended up deciding on what was best for you. When he comes home, if he doesn't treat you better, if he doesn't even listen or try to change, its better for you to leave. Even if it was just for a little bit.
Days turn into weeks, and weeks blur into months. Many nights you lay awake, doubting yourself. Doubting your worth.
It killed you inside. Your self esteem plummeted. You stopped going to therapy. All you wanted was your husband. Your husband's love, his validation, his touch, his mere presence.
Curled in a ball, you stared at the wall with a blank expression. Horrid scenarios went through your head as you imagine your poor husband alone, injured, and dying.
Tears blur your vision as you imagine him already dead, his loving soul leaving this world without even telling you goodbye. You hadn't even gotten a kiss. Or an I love you.
The tears don't stop. And they didn't as the hours slowly pass by. You felt like ripping your hair out, screaming, hitting, throwing things- anything to get your mind off of your husband's doomed death.
The window opens. Your eyes dart towards the unlocked glass pane. Combat boots pokes through. You gasp in relief.
A worn, exhausted, injured, and in pain figure follows the boots. Revealing your beloved, Dabi. You let out a small sob, launching yourself at him.
You close your eyes in relief as you feel his warm chest, the familiar staples bringing you comfort. As you move to open your eyes you feel a hand to your shoulder, your backside hitting the floor.
You look up in shock, Dabi looking down at you in disgust.
"I thought you said you wouldn't ask anymore from me." He scoffed. You grab your arm, holding it to your chest.
"I-" you start.
"I really don't want to hear it. Just let me rest." He groans. You slowly lift yourself off of the floor, silently moving into your shared bedroom.
You curl in a ball, hiding under the sheets. You hear him walking around outside of the room, silently listening. Tears blur your vision once more. You cover your mouth, tightly closing your eyes.
You shake with sobs, doing your very best to stay quiet. You can't help but feel worthless. Tears stream down your cheeks as you listen to your husband's familiar footsteps, glad he's safe at the minimum...
Hours pass by as you cry yourself to sleep, your stray tears staining your cheeks.
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Dabi's POV
Dabi strolls into your shared bedroom. "Oi, make me a sandwich will ya?" He grunts. Yiu don't move, irritating him.
He moves to your side, snatching the blanket. "I said-" he stops as he sees you asleep, tears stained on your cheeks. A strange pain dtabs at his chest. Shaking it off, he drops the blanket.
Staring at you, he gently cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. He pulls away, caressing your cheek. "I've missed you. Even though you're a pain." He whispers before pulling away.
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Your POV
The next morning
You blink open your eyes, rubbing at the lingering sleepiness. Yawning, your eyes lazily run over the room. The curtains were hiding the small bedroom from sunlight, the entire room encompassed in darkness.
Sitting up, you rub your puffy eyes once more. Dabi was no where near sight. Sighing, you absent-mindedly trace the bruise on your arm where you fell.
Your heart aches as you remember your therapist's words. This isn't healthy. It needs to stop...
The door opens, revealing Dabi. "Finally awake, sleepy head?" His voice wasn't the cold growl like last night, but it was no where near gentle.
You nod, timidly. Afraid of upsetting him once more.
"I'm starving. Want to make breakfas..?" This was his way of asking you to. If you agreed, there would be no thank you, for you "wanted" to.
If you said no, he would be irritated for a while. He won't cook, no matter how many times you beg him to while you're away, so he will oftenly go without eating if you're unavailable or refuse to cook.
Biting your lip, you nod. He gives you a short grimace, something similar to a small smile before walking out. Standing up, you yawn, stretching your arms. Your eyes ache from all the crying, but you push that to the back of your mind.
You walk out to the kitchen, beginning to cook. You feel Dabi's eyes on you, but you don't pay much attention. You were guarded, unsure why he's acting so differently this morning. Cautious of unleashing the monster once more.
"Dabi?" You murmur. He grunts in response.
"I talked to a therapist when you were on your mission..."
"A therapist? What for? Did you leak my identity?!" He snaps.
"No, I didn't. I was really struggling for a while and needed someone to help me."
"So you relied on a stranger?!"
"You wouldn't answer. I called, texted, I left voice-mails."
"Oh so you think that your crappy attempt to get my attention justifies getting help from a stranger!? Was he a guy?! Were you sleeping with him?!"
"What?! No! I would never!"
"Then what were you doing with them?!"
"I was getting help for my mental state, Dabi!"
"Oh poor baby, you think being lonely justifies that?!"
"You're being unreasonable. Dabi she told me it was best for me to leave you if you keep treating me like this. I'm telling you this so you can wake up and change. This isn't okay." You snap, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.
"Leave me?!" He laughs. "You wouldn't. You can't live without me."
"You've been making me live without you for months, Dabi. You don't tell me you love me, you don't show me affection, I'm lucky just to have you not yell at me!"
"You're being dramatic." He spits. "You're a spoiled brat. I've been working my arse off for you and you're this ungrateful."
"You've been working for revenge! It's not for me, it never was! I have my own job that pays for all or our bills Dabi!"
"You're listening to a stranger's advice and plan on leaving me?!"
"Only if you don't change Dabi!"
"You knew what you were getting into when you married me, y/n. Stop playing the victim."
"You didn't treat me like this when we first married."
"Keep telling yourself that." He spits, putting his jacket on.
"Where are you going?!" You cry, the food far from recovery, you hazardously shove the pan into the sink, burning your hand. You cry out in pain.
"Y/n!" Dabi yells, hurrying your side. He aggressively graps your hand, making you cry out once more. "Idiot! Why did you hurt yourself like that?!"
"Just leave me alone!" You try to yank your hand away but Dabi yanks it back.
"Stay still!"
"Let me go Dabi!"
"Y/n just sit still!!"
You push him back, protectively pressing your injured hand to your chest. "I said to let me go!"
Dabi's face scrunches up as he looks down at you. After a few silent moments he turns away. "I'm over you and your dramatic act." He mumbled.
Walking to the door, he pulls his combat boots on. "Don't leave!" You cry, coddling your burning hand.
He ignores you, moving to the window. "Dabi! If you leave without us finishing this I'm leaving."
"Go for it. I don't need you. I never did." He sneered.
Your heart throbbed as your beloved husband jumped through the open window, not looking back. Falling to your knees you break into sobs.
You cry over the absence of your beloved, you cry over the pain, and you cry over the dreaded feeling of being completely alone.
You don't stop for hours. It goes on and on until your completely out of tears, numb to the feeling of utter loss. Your hand aches. Your eyes aches. Your heart aches.
It all just- hurts.
You slowly drift to sleep, the cold kitchen floor being the only thing that grounds you from the pain of betrayal.
~~
Dabi's POV
Three days later.
Dropping from the window Dabi nonchalantly glances around the room. It seemed unusually cold an empty. Paying it no mind, Dabi hazardly tossed his jacket and boots towards the front door.
"Y/n, I'm home." He calls, running his hands through his greasy hair, his roots were growing out. Rolling his eyes, he opens the fridge. It was... empty.
"Y/n!" He calls once more, huffing in annoyance. "I get home and can't even eat?!"
No response. "For Pete's sake you petty brat! Get out here!"
Silence.
Anger fills his being before he remembers your words before he left. A strange pain shoots through him, his eyes widen as he runs into your shared bedroom. Everything of yours was... gone.
His heart quickens as he searches the entire house for you. Nothing. Not even a trace. His breathing quickens as he pulls at his hair. Taking a shuddering breathe, he shakes his head.
"You'll regret this y/n... you'll be back and I'll laugh in your face!" He chuckles, losing a bit of his sanity. "I DON'T NEED YOU! YOU'LL SEE!" He screams, activating his quirk as he knocks over a chair. He let's out a scream, lighting anything and everything in sight on fire.
Months pass by. Dabi has turned into a shell, simply surviving. Work, sleep, work, sleep, work... a "good" day is when he remembers to eat or drink. A shower or change of clothes is out of mind.
Walking through the streets, he walks inside the charred apartment. Stepping inside, he closes the door. He doesn't care about his identity anymore, or anything really.
His turquoise eyes scan the apartment, his eyes landing on a photo of you and him. His heart strangely aches once more. "Y/n..." he murmured, his fists clenching.
Falling to his knees, he lets out a broken sob. His eyes burn, tears would be running if they could. Blood drips from his charred tear ducts. He falls to the floor face first, nothing but his beloved wife on his mind.
How could he be so stupid?! He lost the one thing in this world that actually loved him. Grasping his phone, he dials your number.
Please. Please pick up... please... I need you...
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Part two (coming soon) | alt. ending (coming soon) lmk if you want to be tagged!! <33
Part two is almost finished! Thank you so much for your patience, due to personal reasons I was offline for almost a year but I am back and will have part two out in a few days fingers crossed! <3
