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Fic Type: Drabble Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Dabi x Reader Prompt: N/A Word Count: 415 A/N: Just some angst inspired by a song Warnings: Smoking, drinking, that is all

A deep inhale arose from his slightly parted lips. The end of the cigarette became a glowing orange, the smoke filling his lungs. Holding his breath, his bright cerulean eyes bore through the ceiling. His mind was a tattered mess just like him. He breathed out through his nose, the smoke being lighter than when it first entered his lungs. A soft vibrating resounded throughout his mattress. Propping himself up with his elbows, he glances over at his device. The screen lit up, revealing some missed calls and unread messages from her. His nose scrunched up at the sight of your contact name, and he placed his phone face down on the bed. Laying back down, he took another long drag. His phone began vibrating again, only this time it lasted longer. He flipped over the phone to see the reason. You were calling. Pressing the decline button, he unlocked his phone to view your messages. Scrolling until he reaches the most recent one, he decides to reply. His heart twisted uncomfortably in his chest at the sorrow your texts conveyed. 

His message only contained an ounce of sympathy but was mainly avoidant and distant as to why he hasn’t been responding. Ending it off with a goodbye, he powered off his phone to prevent his phone from being spammed by you again. His expression dulled as he stood up and walked over to his dresser, opening to get out an assortment of alcohol. Twisting off the cap and flicking it off, he drank straight from the bottle and threw himself back on his mattress. He closed his eyes, enjoying the subtle feeling of the room spinning. Drumming his fingers on his chest, he slightly nodded his head along with the music he had blaring. The persistent knocking on his door caused him to open his eyes. His forehead creased, he knew who’s at the door already. “Dabi!” He heard your muffled cries. However, he couldn’t bring himself to get up. Whether the reasoning being the alcohol tainting his movements or the guilt that suffocated him. He knew what he was doing wasn’t fair to you. But he didn’t have the willpower to stop. Or to hold you close. His eyes darted to the doorknob that was twisting but failing to open. “Can we please talk?” Your voice tinged with sadness. He decided that it would be better for both of you if he didn’t move. His mind was whirling as his eyelids fluttered closed.

I care about you...

No matter how much we fought...

You're still my brother...

Doodles

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vent story. possibly will delete later. do not repost. paring: ted logan x f!reader tw: fighting parents, angst

Your parents were arguing again. And, once again, you were accused of igniting the flame of the argument brighter from your mere presence. There were tears streaming down your face as you stormed out of the front door and ran down the residential street. No time to care about if you were wearing shoes or not, you just had to get the hell away from those people. From the venom that was being injected into you, from the salt that was being rubbed into your wounds by the people whom you thought you could trust.

So, that's how you ended up in Ted's room at Missy's house. You were still having an emotional breakdown — understandably so — from the whole situation. It made his heart ache to see you in such a state, but he knew that he couldn't do much more than ruffle your hair slowly as he listened to you.

"It's not *my* fault that her husband is a piece of crap." You were ranting off to Ted for about...God only knows now.

"I know it's not, babe. Your mom knows it, too." Ted cooed in a reassuring whisper.

"Then, why does she keep saying it?" The question slipped from your tongue not even half a beat after Ted's statement, but his care and affection for you still beamed behind his deep brown eyes. He reached one of his hands up to cup the bottom of your chin in his palm, gently forcing you to direct your gaze solely on him.

"People get stupid when they're angry," he began in a soothing whisper, "the truth is, babe, she is regretting what she said to you."

His comment made you sniffle, the tears still falling from your eyes although you do not even notice them anymore since your cheeks were so wet already. "How can you be so sure?"

"Well, she only said it because it was in the heat of the moment. She wouldn't have said it otherwise."

"Maybe you're right." You let out a deep sigh, finally feeling all of the anger that was once suffocating you be drained out.

"I know I'm right, babe." Ted said, and a grin would spread across his youthful face before he playfully nudged the side of your shoulder. "What do you say we forget about everything with a movie night?"

Bad Poetry

author: HyenaHarlot

summary: Riddle is trying his best to become a better person after his overblot. He spends time with the first years, lecturing them in the ways of Heartslabyul, he exercises, he is even trying to loosen the rules a little bit, but it's really difficult when people are constantly gossiping about him in the corridors. It seems like, besides his friends, no one really respects him anymore. It isn't until Riddle receives a mysterious piece of bad poetry, hidden inside a magical bird origami, that his perspective starts to change.