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Y/N: I will torture you now

Tom, smirking: kinky

Y/N, smiling: I think you are sweet and beautiful

Tom, tensing up: wait-

Y/N, moving closer: you are deserving of love and affection

Tom, moving away: no

Y/N, trapping him against a wall: your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard

Tom, holding up his hands: I think we need a safeword

Lets talk about “Dabi’s Dance”

As we are all caught up in the fact that yes, Dabi is actually a Todoroki, and the dialogue of the reveal is so so glorious, I wanted to take a moment to look at what Dabi is doing while he’s speaking.

One thing to consider when looking at Dabi during this scene is what his emotional behavior is. 

There’s three kinds of ways you can see it in my view: a production of calculated acting, hysterical elation at finally revealing endeavor’s abuses and sins, or a level of true unhinged-ness. To clarify, when I talk about a ‘production’ of acting, I’m not taking about the video reveal, I’m talking about Dabi’s behavior in the here and now, in front of Endeavor and Shouto. There’s most likely elements of all of them, but I think the primary one we see is the second, hysterical elation. Based on his entire character arc so far, I don’t see the kind of madness that I would say Toga has been shown to have in his actions, and it has been very obvious in the rest of the war arc that this was a calculated move, not done on an emotional whim.

This moment speaks for itself in terms of shock value, but I think what makes it so poignant and so powerful is how raw it is. Looking at Dabi with this idea of hysterical elation, he is so overwhelmed with ecstasy that he cannot stop his body from moving to the music of the carnage he creates. It’s something so carnal it makes the moment sing.

It is, if you will, a moment when Dabi is dancing on the grave of his fathers reputation and the ashes of hero society.

And this moment right here? It’s a bow, a moment of gratitude to Endeavor, for sitting and watching as Dabi makes the world burn. 

I love him 😭❤️

“It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.” please for Dabi? I love you!

This is my first time writing for him and I had a whole 'nother idea for a headcanons thing but I suddenly had an idea and well, this is what I ended up with.

I love you too, thank you for requesting! ♡

Hope this is to your liking~

Craving Your Company

Prompt: It's pitch black and I can still see you blushing

Word count: 695

Tags: Longing, Fluff at the end

It had taken a lot of convincing on your part for Dabi to finally relent to moving in together. He had always been ambiguous about how serious he was about your relationship, but you knew he cared deeply and as time progressed, you had grown comfortable enough to even stay with him for days. It was only logical to finally live together right? Since it was easier than forgetting to return home at 2am anyways.

So you did. You moved in. And while you were happy with the accomplishment, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing. Which you were prepared for considering his crazy schedule, sometimes not even coming back for days. But now that you had shared a living space with him, Dabi not being around made you undoubtedly lonely. The nights were especially bad.

Why did you only feel this way now, you didn't know. It wasn't like he was around more before this.

The weather was not helping your mood, you sighed, barely audible to even yourself as the rain pounded like rocks on your apartment window.

Even curled up with a blanket you still felt cold and dreary, longing for some sort of physical contact. Throughout you being with Dabi, it had always been you who initiated any kind of physical affections. You knew he enjoyed them even if he didn't know how to reciprocate properly sometimes, figuring that his crappy childhood had just left him touch starved. But he's a quick learner and would occasionally give you a pat on the head, a kiss on your palm or maybe even on your neck-

Ah, thinking about him just made you miss him even more. He hadn't returned for two and a half days now, not that this wasn't normal. You were kept up with the news, so you were plenty aware of the League of Villain's activities.

Hoping that he would return tomorrow, you were rocked to sleep by the sound of the storm.

You had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep, but it didn't matter, the sky was too dark to let any light in anyway. Perhaps another storm was brewing.

Getting up to make some sort of warm beverage was what you intended, but something was wrapped around you, restricting you from getting up. It couldn't have been the blanket could it?

Something rustled beside you and hot breath fanned against the back of your neck, making you shiver.

"D-dabi…?" 

You turned around slowly, greeted by the sight of him. He looked to be asleep, hair disheveled, tiredness written all over his face. You smiled, cupping his cheek, resisting the urge to pepper his face with kisses. Although he probably would not have liked that, or at least that's what he would always say.

"I'm glad you're home, I was feeling a little lonely," you whispered to his sleeping form, wondering if by chance, he'd still be here when you'd wake up.

"Didn't know you were craving my company doll, it was only two days," he said, opening his eyes lazily, voice a little hoarse from sleep. 

"And a half," you corrected, "I thought you'd fallen asleep."

"I did, but I could still hear you."

"Sorry for being too loud, you can go back to sleep if you want," you combed a hand through his hair. Despite saying that, you secretly wished for him to keep you company for a bit longer. It was a selfish thought, but it couldn't help but cross your mind.

"No, I'm wide awake now. Poor little thing, you missed me huh?" Dabi grinned, caressing your cheek teasingly.

"Yeah," you felt like sinking in the bed from how close he was to you. Sleeping together was still a new thing to the both of you and even though you had found it enjoyable, it was still thrilling whenever he'd make bold advances.

"Heh, it's pitch black and I can still see you blushing," he suddenly moved closer to you, nipping at your earlobe.

"Oh god Dabi, can we just go to sleep please," you pushed a pillow onto his face, palms covering your own.

He was no good for your heart.

I'M-

frick frack

Tom Riddle: welcome to the ‘fuck Harry Potter’ support group, where we gather to say a collective ‘fuck you’ to that stupid asshole

Tom Riddle: but first, a few words from our newest member

Draco, sweating nervously: I think I may have misunderstood the purpose of this group...

Dabi has to work on himself

Promised - Tom Riddle x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Masterpost | Masterlist

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return. 

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. Everyone deserves to be with a Neville kind of guy, but Tom’s character is fun to explore. 

Warnings: Arranged marriage, sickness

Word count: 2k

Part 1 - Dinner Guests

The bathroom mirror was still fogged-up, your blurry face looking back at you, when you put on the earrings your mother had given you earlier. A quick check-up on your dress couldn’t hurt either, so you smoothed the fabric down your thighs once again, making sure it wasn’t wrinkled. 

“The Gaunts will be our guests tonight. And I expect you on your best behaviour,” Mother had said in the morning. What she hadn’t done though, was answering the questions you had met her with.

Why are they coming? Since when are they more than any other filthy rich family, looking for peers? And since when is your family interested in such peers? And why, oh why do they visit on the last evening of summer vacation, when you had planned to spend it with your little sister?

“You’ve got no business asking all those things young lady” she had said, flicking her wand to reposition the cushions on the sofa in the living room. “Now go to your room if you’re not going to help me tidy.”

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, still looking at your reflection in the mirror. You cupped your own cheek with one hand and wondered when they would arrive. 

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About me...

I was born in 31.12.1926 in Great britian.

My zodiac sign is Capricorn.

My favorite colour is green.

I can speak latin and french.

I love snakes.

If you ever wonder about what my patronus is, it's a dragon.

I was born under the love potion, so i can't love.

I feel quite curious, about smuts, fluffs, and more stories people write about me.

I like to have power over anyone.

My height is at least 6ft tall.

I have curly/wavy chestnut hair.

My piercing Dark eyes can reader your mind miles away.

Only think i'm feared of is dead.

Tom, on the phone: I need your help! Can you come here?

Harry, also on the phone: Well, I can't. I'm buying clothes.

Tom: Alright, hurry up then come over here.

Harry: I can't find them.

Tom: What do you mean you can't find them?

Harry: I can't find them. There's only soup.

Tom: What do mean "there's only soup"?

Harry: It means there's only soup.

Tom: Well get out of the soup aisle!

Harry: Alright, you don't have to shout at me. (move to the next aisle) There's more soup!

Tom: What do mean "there's more soup"?!

Harry: There's just more soup!

Tom: Go into the next aisle!

Harry: (move to the next aisle) There's still soup!

Tom: Where are you right now?!

Harry: I'm at soup!

Tom: WHAT DO MEAN YOU'RE "AT SOUP"!?

Harry: I MEAN I'M AT SOUP!

Tom: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Harry: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!!

Tom: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Harry: FUCK YOU!!