A Little Dabi X Reader Thing For My Thoughts From Earlier.

Oh and

There is something about Hyoga that makes me go just slightly feral, it's unexplainable. He's just idk somehow tasteful. Like not even in a (necessarily) when two adults love each other way, but simply nice to think about. Good brain content, you know?

He is fantastic brain content.

Also, look at his little outfit. What a diva.

Just a taste of something

Dabi x Reader MDNI

You catch him out of the corner of your eye barely a breath before his hand slides around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t threaten. He just holds it there, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb lightly while staring down at you.

He tilts his head to the side when you stare up at him, lips slightly agape. His hand is cooler than it had been before; you think he must have taken a cold shower to soothe his constant feverishness. He doesn’t look angry, not in any way that makes you worry about him causing harm. But he does look annoyed, perhaps at being ignored for too long, almost like a cat.

“End the call.” His voice is too low to be caught by the microphone, the tone of it sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You say immediately. 

“What? No, I’m not done-” The way Dabi’s eyes narrow tells you that he can hear your ex complaining from where he stands, still holding you by the neck. 

“I don’t care,” You pant, face burning red.

“Baby-” The hand around you twitches, fingers closing slightly to squeeze you ever so gently, fiery blue eyes narrowing even further. Dabi hadn’t liked hearing that word. 

You don’t say anything else, refusing to give any more attention to your ex when it was clearly aggravating the man in front of you. Instead, you just hang up and let your phone clatter to the floor, uncaring as to if the screen cracks. 

Dabi lets out a low hum, pleased, but doesn’t release you. He slides his hand up your throat to hold your jaw instead, tilting your head back slightly, humming again at how easily you let him handle you. 

“Boyfriend?” He asks, leaning down to ghost a kiss over your lips. 

“Ex,” Your panted correction earns a real kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. 

“Good. I don’t need the competition,” he murmurs.

You want to tell him that he has no competition; that your ex was your ex because he’d cheated and royally screwed any chance of recovering the relationship, but you’re not really sure Dabi cares. Not when he kisses you again, even harder this time, his hand falling from your jaw to join the other in grasping at your hips, pushing you backwards. You dare to reach for him, fingers finding purchase in the front of the borrowed t-shirt. You cling to him when the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch, almost falling onto it. 

He tugs at your shirt with a mumbled demand to take it off, hands groping at your chest the moment you’re exposed to him. You hadn’t considered having company when you’d foregone the bra this morning, but you were happy you had. His palms are rough, staples scraping across your much softer skin. His touch has you panting, knees parting so that he can slide himself between them, pulling you both impossibly closer to each other. It would occur to you later, that he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. Like you were his only lifeline, and he had no plans of letting go any time soon. 

At the moment, however, you’re easily distracted.

Oh, I have a question. If you could change anything in Dr Stone, no matter how small a detail it is, what would it be?

I'd have them revive a surgeon before setting out to America. They had the resources, and it baffles me that nobody thought of it. I mean, yeah, it's for plot. But still.

Oh that's a tough one. I'm going to answer now, but I may come back to this later as I'm doing a rewatch of it currently.

I definitely agree that they should have thought about getting themselves a medical professional. After all, they may not have known about the American colony, but at this point how many times has someone been seriously hurt?

For me, though, I feel like most of my complaints are tiny little nitpicky things like "Why did Senku choose to do that instead of this" and "I don't think that's how that works actually"

Have you gotten any more question asks or did Tumblr hiccup multiple times? Gotta know before I rage and spam again

I've gotten a couple! But feel free to keep asking whatever!

They would be. Ryusui might desire to see her face, but he's not nearly as pushy of a person as he makes himself out to be. He's just excitable.

And considering Ukyo was in the military, he probably knows at least one form of sign language. And if not, he'd 110% learn

*cough* *cough*

May I humbly ask who you would see best with willow?

-🌙

Hello Moon~

You absolutely may humbly ask that, however I have a couple quick questions of my own to make sure I answer this properly.

Am I correct in assuming you mean @whydoyouwatchmeweep, and is there a specific fandom you have in mind?

I mean come on look at this dumb little face

this is not the face of a man who has gotten a proper nights sleep. those eyes are filled with mania. someone get him a blankie and some warm tea

All the fun Senku is having right now is due mostly to delirium caused by exhaustion no you cannot change my mind I know he's hype about science but that boy hasn't slept in weeks you're telling me a sane man came up with the idea to build cell phones, cars, and a rocket ship to the moon? False, he needs a 12 hour nap at least.

Okay I need to hear more your thoughts/writing on big scary Hyoga and his sunshine s/o! Maybe on how the other villagers/main crew feel about them being able to melt this scary man

It's a huge shock.

When Hyoga tells Senku that he wants the rights to free three people from stone (two being Homura and Moz, as we know), Senku just thinks it's a colleague or someone Hyoga thinks will be useful. He's a pretty practical and logical guy after all.

But the person Hyoga tells them to find is nothing like what they expected. They're friendly, all smiles and laughter. And Hyoga just follows them around everywhere, hovering over their shoulder like some vicious beast.

When they find out what Hyoga is done, everyone stares in complete amazement as they have Hyoga literally sat down looking like a kicked puppy. They make him actually apologize to Senku and Tsukasa and the entire Kingdom of Science thinks they're going collectively insane.

But at the same time, everyone can see how much Hyoga deeply cares for this person. He shows them true respect and consideration, and though everyone wants to know the story, no one wants to ask.

Hi! This is my first time sending any kind of fic request to anyone, but do you think you could write something StanXeno where Stanley accidentally shoots himself?

So sorry if that's strange, I live for characters suffering. It sustains me like some kind of demon feeding off fear.

A 16 year old Stanley learns the hard way about a concept we like to call: The Bullet Fairy

Don't play with firearms, kids.

“Should you really be playing with it like that?” Xeno asks, frowning as Stanley twirls the pistol around his finger like some TV cowboy. 

“It’s fine, it’s not loaded,” Stanley says, flipping it around his finger again. “Plus it’s just a .22, it wouldn’t do much.” 

“Caliber of the bullet aside, you still haven’t checked the-” Xeno’s words are cut short by a loud pop and a yelp from the boy in front of him. 

Curse after curse spills from Stanley’s mouth, the gun quickly being abandoned so that he can drop and inspect his foot with shaky hands. Xeno dives forward to join him, helping to take his shoe and sock off so that they can both get a look at the damage. 

“This is why I said to check the magazine,” Xeno says. “Now you’ve gone and shot yourself.”

“Oh shut up!” Stanley snaps, maintaining a surprising amount of calm despite the situation. “Shit, you’re gonna have to take me to the hospital.” 

Xeno frowns. Him? Drive? Stanley knew perfectly well that he didn’t have his license yet, and wasn’t scheduled to take the test for it for another few weeks. If they got pulled over, they’d be in serious trouble- emergency or not. 

But on the other hand, an ambulance was an extremely expensive call to make. Stanley’s parents would kill the two of them once that bill came in the mail. 

“Alright,” He says, feeling a bit hesitant. It wouldn’t be his first time behind the wheel, as he’d been preparing for a while, but even still. The whole drive, though short, is nothing short of nerve wracking.

The hospital staff are quick to help them when they arrive. They stick Stanley in a wheelchair, and sweep him off into the Emergency Room, with Xeno on their tails. He wasn’t going to leave his boyfriend alone to deal with all this, even if it was Stanley’s fault in the first place for not being smart and checking the magazine and chamber for stray bullets. 

He tries to convince the doctor not to call either of their parents, but since they were both still minors, his pleas go ignored. 

“My dad’s gonna kill us,” Stanley groans, a little high off the low level pain meds they have him on. The bullet, thankfully, had been easy to remove. 

“It will be alright, Stan,” Xeno says, taking Stanley’s hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. His partner groans again, curling his nose in fake disgust. “At most, I’m sure we’ll just get a lecture.”

“I’d rather just shoot myself again.”

“Not funny, Stanley.”

Beginning Nights now on AO3

Dabi x Reader MDNI

Enjoy the preview:

God this sucks. You were cold, wet, and miserable, but as your gaze catches another lonely soul making his own march in the rain, you’re at least glad you’re not the only one. All you can see is the back of him, but he gives you something new to look at. 

He’s tall, even with his shoulders hunched, head dipped down to keep the rain from falling off the hood covering his hair and getting all in his face. His coat looked tattered, but serviceable, and there was no way in hell his socks weren’t as wet as yours were, even with the thick boots he wore. Something about him stirs your heart, even if you can’t see his face, or any of his features. You wonder if it’s just your own want to not be alone anymore today that has you speeding up a little, hoping to catch the only other figure walking the rainy streets. 

As you get closer, a part of you warns that this person could be a villain. That he could hurt or kill you for getting too close to him. But another part of you just doesn’t care. After the day you’ve had, death would just be a welcome change. At least then you’d get to either go to the afterlife, or start over fresh, rather than be stuck in misery. Besides, even villains have shitty days, and maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t mind you bothering him for a few minutes. 

His eyes are on you the moment you finally catch up to him, sharp blue irises somehow both icy and burning all at once. You don’t say anything, trying instead to look as casual as possible, instead of like a crazy person who’d just chased him down just for a modicum of company. But the longer you’re silent, the harder it gets to even try to speak up. Especially now that you can actually sort of see him, and the recognition that settles in your gut has your tongue too heavy to move. 

All you really needed to see was the flash of metal and the scarring on his jaw to know who he was. You’d seen him all over the news for weeks, the image of his wild and wicked face had been burned into your memory by now. But for such a notorious villain, Dabi seemed…

Tired.

Not a request but a wish for you that the day is good and you can get good rest! Take it easy and give some care to yourself. Here's some tea for ya 🫖🍵

That's so sweet! Thank you!

I hope everyone gets to have time to rest and take care of themselves today. I'll share my tea~