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I hope I can see his pathetic face soon. I can’t wait. It’s taken so long to get here. Todoroki Enji. Mom. Fuyumi. Natsu. Shouto. Look at me… From the depths of hell.

TW: abusive relationship, implied kidnapping, hints of infantilization, brief mention of a panic attack, dabi being an asshole (like always)

Dabi hates the words "shut up"... but only when they come from you. He couldn't careless if someone else were to say it, he'd just set them on fire if they ever even thought of disrespecting him that way. But, when it comes from you, it feels like a whole new level of disrespect. The little sneer you give him as you utter his least favorite words that slip from you, you do it so easily too. Whenever he pisses you off or goes a little too far with the teasing, pushing him away with a little huff of, "shut up, Dabi." Oh, it's so much fucking worse when you use "Dabi" knowing damn well you always call him Touya now.

It pisses him off, truly it does. There's always this nasty urge clawing at his chest to grab you up by your hair and make you apologize to him. It gives him a strong feeling of sadistic-glee to see you spewing apologies of, "sorry, Touya"'s and "it won't happen again, Touya"'s until your tongue feels heavy and your eyes are lined with red as they get puffy from all your whining. That's when he truly adores you, when you're clingy and compliant, huffing when he gets up even for a second, reaching for him as he climbs into bed with you.

"C'mere baby, come give me a kiss," you know it's not a question, but a demand. You don't care though, he makes you so mad. Taunting you, pulling at your hair and slapping your ass until there's hand-shaped bruises appearing only hours later... only to demand kisses afterwards. There's a nasty little glare you give him when he glances away from the television to look at you.

With a scowl, you move further away from him, "no." At that he gets off the couch and yanks you up by your arm with a scoff, "the fuck you mean no, doll? I wasn't asking." There's an immediate thrashing coming from you, "shut up, no, let go Dabi." There's a slap to your ass as he makes you stand on your feet. "Say that shit again, I dare you to say that shit again." You can feel your throat start to close up as you fight to get him off of you. Your breathing becomes ragged as your eyes get bleary.

"You wanna go in the corner, huh? Answer me before I make the decision for you." There's a shake of your head as a cry scratches itself from your throat, the sickly taste of bile starts to become apparent as Dabi continues to squeeze your arm tighter. "I'm not a f-fucking child Dabi," you croak out, your throat becoming dryer with every inhale.

He grins so wide his staples almost pop loose, "you're not a f-fucking child, huh? 'Cause you're certainly fuckin' actin' like one." He mocks, sitting back down on the couch as he pulls you into his lap. Forcing your head into the crook of his neck, he pets your hair as he shushes you. He waits a couple minutes for you to calm down before he speaks again, "... you know I hate hurting you, baby. It tears me up, it really does. You know I got too though, right? You know I gotta teach you good behaviour?" There's a nod into his shoulder as your sobs quiet down. "Good. It'll be so much easier for both of us if you keep up your good behaviour, that way you won't get punished."

Dabi truly hates when you spit that ugly phrase at him, it makes him become this monster, one that causes him to leave blunt, cresent-moon shaped marks in your skin. A monster that thrives on your fear when doe eyes quickly turn to fear as azure flames lick at your skin, leaving ugly red splotches on soft flesh.

Eee I was thinking about trauma bonding Dabi. How he manipulates you into thinking you're nothing without him/are fully dependent on him!

(Foaming at the mouth, I love ur writting btw 🩷)

Thank you sm baby~

TW- Abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, Trauma-Bonding, Manipulation, Controlling Behavior

A toxic, trauma-bound relationship with Dabi is pretty unavoidable with Dabi, in all honesty. He has a lot of baggage because of his trauma, so he doesn't handle things.. normally. He doesn't talk about his problems, he doesn't communicate, he has.. no healthy behaviors really. So it's not a huge surprise when the relationship goes down-hill, very quickly. Now, it's not a slow-burn, it's actually pretty quick and obvious. At the start of relationship, he'd just.. up and leave, just disappear for days sometimes weeks on end. It's an ugly cycle of up and down, sometimes he's all over you. Kissing you, wanting too have sex for hours on end... and other times, he's just the absolute worst. There's loud screaming and arguing, with him getting in your face, his blue eyes glowing along with the azul flames itching at the skin on his palms. His eyes are narrowed as he spits out mean words through gritted teeth- and he's so mean to you when this happens. But.. it's not all the time, he can be so sweet sometimes, so doting with you, sometimes he takes great care of you, and that's where the ugly cycle of co-dependancy starts. He knows though, with the way you cling to him all the time, even after one of your many, many intense arguments with him. There's tears in your eyes as you cling to him, with the pleas of not wanting him too leave, that you hate when he leaves you, and he's fucking thriving on this little high that your co-dependancy gives him. Now, he has yet too actually hit you, but he gets pretty damn close and he'll do other abusive things. Like when he grabs you by the throat when you attempt too yell at him, or when he holds your jaw in a tight grip as he shakes your head. Getting in your face and using the tight grip that his hand has on your jaw, forcing you too nod for him as he just spews out question after question, rhetorical of course, but your tiny little brain can't comprehend his infamous sarcasm. The co-dependency gets so bad to the point where you can't do anything without him, he's in charge of everything you do and you lose all your sense of independence. He rarely lets you out of the house, and when he does, he talks for you. He doesn't let you speak to anyone- especially see anyone, and that's when your social skills start too grow poor, and he'll feed you information, mostly over-exaggerated, about the ugliness of the world. So, naturally, you start too grow weary of everyone and everything, even having full on break-downs when he's not around. He needs you too understand that you are nothing without him and the sooner you figure that out, the less harsher he'll be with you.

Driving around at 2 in the morning with Touya and being his little passenger princess as he holds onto your thighs and you both listen to grandson or MISSIO... maybe Corpse?

"Hi, Dad."

That hurtful hand, poised, and bubbling Motor Oil—

Charred Tinsel curtains the sky and you’re crawling back from

Graveyard dirt underneath the Smiles of nails, frothy soil—

A fucking joke, Hit Me Again, better when I’m numb

Mottled skin flayed away just to Bite the hand that burns—

Started with hurt then followed by Detergent and Faltered acetylcholine

Sugary blood, ichor, sulfur water from the Carsick’s wheel yearns—

I watched that repulsive disappointment glaze upon your eyes, growl to clean

And maybe we watch Those cockroaches sniff your our smoky failure—

Empty heart, winter Nights, look at me, see me, watch me, tell me who’s the real VICTIM

They’re all over our necks, you, me, we, us, don’t you want a kerosene SAVIOR

Ice bath hounds, instinctual panting, and Azure will be your our last Symptom

Fire’s breathing until I’m snowy ash and there to stay

But I guess Hell never ever really bothered me, anyway.

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