The Faster, The Better - Dabi x Fem!Reader - Book 1

(Part 42) She's Back & Never Better

Play the music when I tell you too ;) ^

Sam opened your car door and walked over to the other side of the car.

Just like Dabi would.

And that kind of hurt.

Sam stood into the car and began driving. "Hand me your phone please." Sam asked. You did as so. Once she reached a stop light, the red and green and yellow lights shining off of hers and yours' face, she opened your phone with Face ID and searched for some music.

She played some songs, like 'don't take the money - bleachers ' (the song above, you can start playing it now)

As well as others like ' a little messed up - June)

You sighed and laid your head back on the seat, going back to your usual day dreaming.

You thought of what Dabi would tell you if it was someone else's funeral. He would tell you that it would be okay, and he would be with you every moment of the way. He would help you take baths by laying down in the tub himself then having you on top of him, his soft hands rubbing and stroking your back, making you feel comfortable and happy. He would keep your head out of the water while you were sleeping. Then, he would pick you up, you being half awake, and leave you on the counter. He would grab your fluffiest towels and wrap your body up, as well as his, and then throw you over his shoulder ultimately making you giggle. Then, he would take you to the living room where your favorite junk food and movies would be.

Voila.

But sadly, Sam didn't want you do daydream anymore. You were doing it for half of the day as is. "He, no, no no. I don't want you to daydream. You have to stop, baby. He is gone, and I know that that is difficult to deal with but-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! He will come back! He will come back! If he loves me, he would never dream of leaving me! So I dream of him with me! That's what helps!"

Then, his and your favorite song began to play. (Switch this song out now, you need to feel the upcoming vibes)

That's when you got so sad and so pissed at once.

"Turn it off." You whispered, your hands crawling closer to your face, hovering over your soft skin.

"Why what is wrong with music, it is helping me feel bet-"

"Turn the goddamn thing off! Now! Fucking do it!" You said, smoke practically seething from your mouth. Aggression was laced with your toxic words. Sam was nervous. She didn't want to be in that car, obviously. And she had to be in that car, not with you.

" oh my god! You are so fucking unbelievable! Why are you so aggressive?!" She said, driving into the parking lot of the funeral, which was outside. At the park, his favorite place.

You began daydreaming again. Just to leave the conversation.

You remembered him playing with the straps of your black spaghetti-strapped tank top, pulling down your blue and black flannel just to do as pleased. His hands traveled down your shoulders, tracing the freckles or moles and making shapes. He then would gently scratch your back as you played on your phone, taking videos and photos together. The sun would shine down on the both of you, his smile beating the suns beauty.

Then he would laugh at your corny jokes, vice versa.

'Snap'

"Snap out of it! I am talking to you!" Sam shouted. You looked around the car and looked back at her. "Don't get out of the car. Do not fucking follow me, you bitch." You told her, grabbing your purse and stepping out of the car. You ran over to the casket that was in the middle of the service. Since you needed to be there early, no one else but Sam who was in the car were there. A moment alone.

Finally.

You pulled up a chair to the lowered casket, opening the casket's door. There he was. Actually dead. He had a few scars on his upper cheek, as well as a very obvious one on his lower lip. Then, his usual scars that he gained from quirk over-usage. You sighed and let out a small cry.

"I love you."

"I love you. I love you." Each time you whispered it, another tear pooled in your eyes, your voice becoming even more cracked.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. God!" You shouted at the end. You removed your hand from his cheek gently so you wouldn't hurt him. Then, you gripped at you hair, pulling so hard that you might yank it out.

"Hm, you should stop that really. I bet it hurts." Someone said behind you. A feminine voice, kind of like Sam's cocky voice.

"Go away Sam," you said angrily, clenched teeth and smoke fuming.

" Sam is over there by your car. I'm not Sam."

"Then go to Sam, you little whore. You don't want to have business with me."

"Oh, but I do. You see, you took something from me. I wanted it back. But I can't have it back anymore because you messed it up." The mean woman said, not backing down. She ca,e over to you and grabbed your wrist, yanking you up. "Let me help." She whispered sexily into your ear. She grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled, your back arching and your feet pointed, trying to stay on the ground. It wasn't sexy anymore, just painful. You let out a small scream.

"You took him. You then played with your toy, and killed him." She said, gesturing to the casket. She then dropped you on the ground in front of her heels.

You looked up as you rubbed the spot of hair she pulled.

No. Way.

It was her. It was-

It was fucking Victoria.

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