My mom: i kept a lot of your childhood toys in the storage unit for the baby. I even still have your old blanket.

Me: aww mom that’s so sweet—

Mom: i also found your old Sega—

Me: FUCK YOUR FUTURE GRANDCHILD YOU HAVE MY OLD SEGA?!

Switching Sides (Part Four)

Find the other parts here

A/N: Guuuys it’s about to get so good, you don’t even know! Also, soft Dabi is so tragically adorable 🥺

Pairing: Dabi x Reader, Ex!Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Warnings: Fluffy feelings, soft Dabi, teasing, flirting

Tag List: @platinumbelle @sweet-bunny-writing @bunbunsblog @kimyona-san

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“Where are you from?” You asked quietly, looking over at him. He met your gaze, his brows folding his face into a confused expression before he chuckled, looking away from you. You tilted your head, a small smile pulling at your lips as well. “What?” He laughed softly again, looking back at you from across the couch.

“Of all things you could have asked, you wanna know where I’m from? It’s just not what I was expecting, that’s all.” You shrugged, giving him a face that told him to answer your question anyway.

“I never really stayed anywhere for a long period of time other than here. I used to live in Musutafu, but that didn’t last long.” His voice seemed to waver ever so slightly at the end of his statement. You found yourself moving closer to him, something deep inside of you wanting to console him. You didn’t, but he noticed you scooting over to him. “Alright, little mouse, my turn.” He ran his fingers over your neck, right where the bruise was. “Who did you let give you this?”

“Dabi, that’s not any of your business.” You frowned, moving his hand away from you. He hummed, putting his hand right back where it was before.

“Now now, baby doll, I was honest with you, so I expect you to show me the same kindness.” You considered what he said, but you didn’t want to just give him Katsuki’s name, scared his life would immediately be on the line.

“My ex. Don’t ask his name because I’m not gonna tell you, I don’t want you to hurt him.” He nodded, leaning back and opening his legs to stretch. You found your eyes wandering a little, wondering if his burns go all the way over his body or not. He lifted your chin with his finger, smirking at you.

“Don’t get too distracted, baby doll. It’s your turn.” You bit your lip, wanting to ask about his burns. You didn’t know if it would bother him though. Your curiosity started to peak, and you moved even closer to him. His eyes widened a bit as your hand started to reach out to his stapled cheek. He flinched, grabbing your hand quickly. “What are you doing?” You tried to pull your hand back, but he kept it where it was.

“I-I was…Can I touch your face?” Your voice was so soft that it made his heart skip a beat. It was the sweetest sound to his ears, like the song a bird sings in the early morning. He swallowed, his grip on your hand lessening as he hesitantly nodded. “It won’t hurt you, right?” You weren’t sure why you wanted to do this, but it was suddenly the only thing you wanted to do.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. You reached out, making sure your fingers were gentle on his skin. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing as you held his cheek in your palm. You took the opportunity to really look at him, taking in every detail. His skin wasn’t as rough as you thought it would be, in fact, it was really soft. As you did this, he leaned into your hand, almost as if he needed it. You frowned softly, the vulnerability that was being shown taking you aback and making you upset, but you made sure to keep that inside, just in case he wanted to use that against you or something. He reminded you of a sad child, the way he clung to your touch like it had been years since he felt another person's hand on him. And maybe it had, you didn’t know. You ran your thumb over his staples, his body suddenly trembling.

“Fuck, baby, don’t touch me there.” He opened his eyes, devouring you into his electric gaze. “That does things to me that’ll make me go crazy, and I don’t think you could handle that yet.” He turned his head, kissing your palm gently. You blushed, his gravelly voice making you melt. When you realized this, however, you pulled your arm back and moved to where you originally sat. There was no way you were attracted to him, you couldn’t be. He only had you here to get information to kill everyone you care about. He noticed the change in your attitude, shifting back to his original position as well. “My turn.” He snaked his hand to your thigh, resting his rather large hand right under your hip. “What’s your quirk?”

“I can manipulate the humidity in the air around me. If there’s enough, I can use it as a weapon if needed. Like a jet stream of water.” He raised a brow, intrigue setting in. His mind raced with ways he could use that to his advantage. You rested your arm on top of the couch, turning your body towards him as you thought of more questions you could ask him. “Why do you want to attack UA?”

“I don’t necessarily want to attack, I just have some personal business that I don’t care to share with you.” He leaned in close, lingering his lips close to yours, his eyes drinking in how soft they looked before looking up into your eyes. “We don’t know each other well enough for that yet, you said so yourself, pretty girl.” Your breath caught in your throat, looking down at his lips, which were still so very close to yours. You leaned back, but he just followed suit, your back now against the armrest. “Tell me, doll, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Is that your question?” You raised a brow, seducing a smirk to pull at his lips. He nodded, one of his hands snaking up your side. You shivered, instincts telling you to run. But, for some reason, your body wasn’t hearing it. “I’m not looking at you in any sort of way, Dabi. You must be seeing things.” He hummed, ducking his head to bury it into your neck. You blushed, thanking whatever gods that he wasn’t looking at you to see your cheeks turn red.

“So, I’m just imagining that your heart is beating faster? Or that your breath keeps getting caught in your throat whenever I get close and touch you?” His voice got gravelly as he spoke, and you cursed quietly as you realized he was right. You had no idea when it happened, but he got you. “Admit it, baby, you want me. Was your ex not enough to satisfy you? Deep down, you know I can make you cum like you never have before.” You scoffed, gently pushing him off of you. You needed to change the subject, fast.

“Tell me a secret that you’ve never told anyone before. It’s not a question but if we’re gonna trust each other, you have to open up.” You knew that meant you would have to do the same, but if it meant keeping your friends safe, then it was worth it, right? He gave you a suspicious look, then racked his brain for an answer that would satisfy you.

“I have a Jacob’s ladder.” He shrugged, and you just looked at him in confusion. You had no idea what that was, and that just made him laugh. A genuine laugh, at that. It was something you never thought you would hear, and it definitely wasn’t something you thought you would enjoy hearing. “It’s a piercing. Well, many piercings.”

“Where?” Your question made him laugh again, but then he got that flirty look he gets with you quite often.

“You’ll find out soon enough, kitten.” He then checked the time, sighing softly. “Looks like our time is up today. I’ll ask a question, then you can get one more in before I get you back.” You nodded, readying yourself for whatever he would throw at you. “Might be a bit forward of me, but,” he paused for a few seconds, “can I kiss you?” You blinked, not prepared for that at all. You bit your lip, surprised you were even considering it. He kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to answer. You weren’t sure why, and it just made you even more suspicious, but a very small part of you might have...wanted to?

“Dabi, why would you want to-“ he cut you off with his lips. They were so soft against yours, almost uncertain, like he didn’t know if he should. His hand held your face, his lips not moving at all. You wrapped your fingers around his larger hand as well as you could, keeping his hand there. He lingered, but not for too long. He pulled away quickly, standing up. Your head felt as if it was short circuiting as you tried to think about what had just happened. He held his hand out to you, offering to help you up. You took it, and he led you to a warp gate.

“Wait, I still have a question,” you pointed out. He nodded, letting go of your hand. You looked away, trying to think of one before you went through the gate. “Why did you want to kiss me?” He suddenly pulled you close, nudging your lips with his and hovering his hand over your neck.

“I told you, little mouse, you’re mine.” It wasn’t completely true, but you didn’t have to know that. He hadn’t been touched so kindly in so long that he let his emotions get the best of him in the moment. But, again, you didn’t have to know that. “Now, go before you get in trouble. I’ll let you have a day away from me tomorrow. Unless you just can’t resist coming back to me, of course.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes. There’s that cockiness again. You shook your head, pulling out of his grasp.

“Bye Dabi.” You walked through the gate, touching your lips. It felt like his lips had never left. You shook those thoughts out of your head, making your way home, Dabi being the only thing you could think of the entire way. When you got to the dorms, you saw Katsuki and All Might talking in front of the front door. You ignored the pang of panic in your stomach as you walked past, both of them suddenly getting quiet as you got near.

When you got into your room, you finally checked your phone, noticing two texts. One was from Dabi, and the other was from Katsuki. You opened Katsuki’s first, your stomach dropping.

Suki: I don’t know what exactly is going on, but I can tell you’re in trouble. I’m gonna help you whether you want it or not, Y/N. You can hate me forever, but it’s whatever as long as you’re safe and away from that bastard.

Asshole: I can’t wait to kiss those soft lips again, baby. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.

You let out a string of curses as you started putting pieces together. Katsuki was probably telling All Might everything he knew. You were about to get busted, and if you were being completely honest, you were terrified. Not only were you scared of getting caught, but also by the feelings swirling around in your mind as you read Dabi’s text. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

So far my favorite scene in my four-way crossover

A sneak peak? Yeah, definitely. But also, I’m mostly posting to check if I got their 13-14 year old character personality right. So let me know yeah?

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“Must we really be there this early?” Mello rubbed his eyes, taking a seat at the table to have breakfast. Near climbed onto his seat, hugging a pretty ugly looking plush and looking all the same as tired as Mello.

Matt was the only one that looked awake, jamming on the buttons of his console with intense concentration, before pausing and reaching into his jacket pocket, taking out a chocolate bar. Mello immediately perked up and leaned forward with interest.

Matt grinned, unwrapping the treat and breaking off a piece, “Think fast!” And threw it. 

The chair scraped against the floorboard as Mello stood up to catch the piece with his mouth, earning himself a tired three claps from Near.

“You shouldn’t have chocolate as breakfast,” Near mumbled out, cheek pressing his knee.

“Too bad, I like chocolate. You should try some.” Mello opened his mouth once more and Matt tossed another piece.

“Goal!” Matt cheered.

“Ugh, no thanks,” Near stuck his tongue out a little. “Too sweet.”

“This is why we never get along,” Mello wrinkled his nose and blinked in surprise when a chocolate piece bounced off the side of his head. He turned back to Matt, baring his teeth. “Asshole! I wasn’t ready!”

“Eat it off the table,” Matt snorted, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. 

“Don’t,” Near squished the arms of his plush without much thought.

Mello dipped his head down and picked the piece up with his teeth before gulping it down, just to annoy Near, who barely looked phased by the action. 

The three hadn’t been friends for long, they’ve seen each other along the hallways, but that was it. They didn’t interact with each other much due to the fact that they recognized each other as rivals. Well, on Mello’s part anyways. Near was normally shy and Matt had the tendency to get bored too fast. The first time they really did properly talk was after meeting L, and it was a surprise how they clicked pretty fast.

“Breakfast is here! Race you!” Matt suddenly stood up and bolted, holding the chocolate up as if to tempt Mello into actually racing him. Which worked because Mello was already right on the other’s tail. 

“Guuuys,” Near stood up slowly, trudging over to the trays with his plush still in hand.

True Story

**I don’t like disclaimers, but this oddity was written specifically to be read aloud. So as you read it, just picture yourself in front of a crowded room and at various points, which i hope are obvious, you lock eyes with different audience members and point at them.

Swear to god this is a true story. Picture, like, the hottest woman you’ve ever seen- like Natalie Portman in Black Swan like Angelina Jolie in Gia like a young Carrie Fisher in her slave Leia outfit like any porn star you’ve jerked it to, honestly, any porn star and there’s this woman, she’s standing bare-assed naked in front of me swaying her hips slowly and making all these other women look like Sloth from the Goonies, “Hey You Guuuys.” Her hair, I just want to run my hands through it, messy it up, yank it tight the way a jockey grips the reins when he’s about to come in first place at the Kentucky Derby. Bend her over, make her my Kentucky Derby. Her hair, I shit you not, it looks just like yours. Her eyes, I swear to god, in her eyes I could see the sunrise, the sunset, the Aurora Borealis, the Perseid meteor shower, and a lesbian orgy on the beach in Cabo during Spring Break. Honestly, if I couldn’t fuck her brains out, just staring into her eyes would’ve been a great consolation prize. As a matter of fact, you and her have the same eyes. Her smile, sweet Jesus, I wanted it. I don’t just mean I wanted her lips wrapped around my penis. I mean, her smile was enough to run to Kay Jewelers or Aaron Brothers or wherever the fuck you go to get a bitch a ring. I wanted to love her the way police bullets love black bodies. Believe it or not, her smile was exactly like yours. And her tits, do I have to mention they’re the best pair I’ve ever seen? God probably even patted himself on the back for those. Of course, I haven’t seen yours yet… I swear to god, she smelled like a waffle and I don’t mean that cheap instant toaster shit, I mean like home-made batter poured into a waffle iron, topped with gobs of butter and expensive, top-shelf Vermont Maple and I don’t know if I’m supposed to be horny or hungry; but either way, I want to dive right in. Don’t give me that look, breakfast is my favorite meal. So she takes her finger, brushes it against my lips, and I would’ve sucked the Universe out of that finger, but her touch is like gossamer. She slowly dances her finger lower, pauses at my chest, probably wanting to swirl it in some chest hair but I don’t have any--this is probably confusing to her. When she trails lower toward my belly button, it tickles but in a good way, the way it tickles when you slide your finger into the envelope that holds your Christmas bonus. This woman is such a tease and I can’t help but think I should tie her up and go down on her like a bulldog eating peanut butter. She’s not even touching my cock yet and already I want to blow my load. I’m afraid I just might when she finally gets there. Her touch still so soft, so gentle, so delicate like the extra-absorbency tissues I jerk off into… FUCK! It all makes sense now. I’ve fallen asleep after masturbating again. See, I read this article about the benefits of ejaculation before bed so these days I’m finding every excuse to take a nap. Only imagine my surprise when I open my eyes. I wasn’t imagining that delicate tickling sensation. Sitting proudly atop my erect penis like a fucking prince charming ready to take down the dragon is the biggest, meanest, ugliest, blackest black widow I’ve ever seen in my life. I swear to god, we do something like lock eyes, I’m frozen in terror and I shake my head furiously but the fucker bites me, anyway; I scream that like poor sap Aron Rolston; only it’s my balls that get caught underneath the boulder. I smack the shit out of that black widow. But it’s too late. And now, after all the venom and the swelling and the oozing and the scabbing, well, my penis isn’t as pretty as it used to be. I wouldn’t, but others might even use the words “ugly” and “deformed”. To be honest, it breaks my heart. And no fuckin’ kidding, now, my penis, well, it looks just like you.