So Real

girl izuku :D with some annotations :D more in my tags :D

he’s not “just some guy” he’s my girlfriend. don’t touch him.

dabihawks to me

dabihawks with their kids 🌸

I need MORE content of dabi w the hood on >>>>>

I love a man covered in wounds, blood and scars on the verge of collapsing

had to do this trend w them

ik its not canon but i love to see this!!

touya who slinks himself on you, head in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and follows you around your shared apartment while you make breakfast

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

REHAB!TOUYA X READER

The former villain known as 'Dabi' is now your patient. On the road to recovery, you're charged with nursing him and his broken heart back to health.

carnations symbolize new beginnings, grief, and love. ❦

ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr ᥆ᥒᥱ ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ωⱺ ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝗋𝖾𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿ⱺυ𝗋 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𐓣𝗂𐓣𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾ᥣ𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ω𝖾ᥣ𝗏𝖾 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿ⱺυ𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ 𝖼ɦαρ𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𐓣𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 ❦ ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱr ᥱіgһ𝗍ᥱᥱᥒ ❦ ᥴᥲrᥒᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥒ᥆𝗍іᥴᥱ :)

im drunk <3 enjoy freaks suggestive. (it's literally just making out) leave me alone, drinking

"that's your third drink," keigo's eyebrow lifts, the straw of his cocktail slipped lazily to the side of his lips. he's propped up on his elbows on the kitchen island, babysitting his fourth glass of the night. hypocrite.

your hand pushes the door of the fridge shut once your hand curls around another bottle, the flavor a mystery until the cap is popped off and tossed lazily into the trashcan across the kitchen. it misses, and rattles onto the floor. touya snickers from his spot-- draped over the arm of the couch.

"shut it," you finally manage to reply after taking a long swig, the surprise flavor spreading a chill down your body as the taste of strawberries spreads across your tongue. "you're more off than i am."

keigo clicks his tongue, but doesn't respond. he's clearly teasing-- the smirk makes it obvious-- but it still makes a heat crawl down your spine. keigo gets more condecending and rude when he drinks, a stark contrast to touya who's more giggly and flirty. like their personalities trade-- it gives you whiplash every single time.

"what flavor did you choose?" touya hums, his eyes shut as he slides further over the armrest, his head now touching the floor. dark locks spill onto the carpet, his arms lazily spread on either side of himself; though you're not sure if he'd be able to catch himself if he fell any further.

your hip cocks to the side, a palm resting on the bone as you take another sip. the alcohol makes your skin buzz, your head swims. "wanna find out?"

touya slides further off the armrest in shock, immediately sitting up in excitement. if he had a tail, you're pretty sure it'd be wagging at the moment.

in a couple strides across the room you're standing in front of him, bending down to your knees to be eye level with him. your fingers curl under his chin, his skin is slightly slick with sweat-- touya sweats when he drinks a lot-- and you wish you could've recorded how quickly he leans into your touch, eager and practically keening for more.

your lips meet his, and touya melts almost too easily. it's cute. he hums, his lips warm and greedily chasing after your own as if you're pulling away from him too soon. but you indulge him, mouth slotting against his before his tongue pokes through-- impatiently sliding his tongue against yours.

touya huffs like a toddler when you finally pull away, his bottom lip puffed out into a very rarely seen pout before he grumbles. "it's strawberry."

you rise to a stand, hiding your chuckles as a puff of air. touya pouts more, his teeth chewing at the inside of his cheek.

across the room, keigo tuts, his lips pulled down in a small frown. "i bet you're wrong."

"it's fuckin' strawberry, birdbrain-- i'm telling you," touya retorts, a scowl forming on his features.

"let me find out for myself, moron," keigo bites back, his index finger curling in a come hither motion, beckoning you over to him. and like a magnetic pull, your feet bring you to stand in front of the blonde, leaning against the countertop with a raised eyebrow. you bring the bottle to your lips again, refreshing the taste back on your tongue-- keigo's eyes don't leave your lips as they press against the glass.

in the back of your head, you know this whole guessing game is only starting something you probably can't finish.

but does that stop you from making out with him?

it does not. from the way keigo's hand slides onto your waist, his touch sending fire up and down your spine-- igniting something fierce in your gut-- you are fully aware of the situation that this-- what number are you on? fourth drink? has put you in.

and keigo-- the cheeky bastard-- nips at your lip before pulling away, the arrogance practically dripping from his mouth in a smirk. "'s definitely strawberry."

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