Try Me, Bitch |BnHA| |Reader Insert|

Y/n: MOTHERFU-

Yo if any of y'all draw can y'all draw Dabi and Y/n?
I can't pay you with money, but I'll pay you with love and respect—which honestly is worth more cause I don't respect or love a lot of people lolol.

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You heard someone groan from behind you. You turned your head and saw some of the other villains join you on the ledge.

"I mean, I don't like this. It's not cute," Toga said, fiddling with her mask. Your eyes trailed over to the villain standing next to her.

"This was orchestrated by the designer behind the scenes, right?" He asked. You didn't know his name. "Appearances don't matter as long as it makes sense."
You shifted between your feet, hands comping to clasp each other in front of you.

"I don't like this," you whispered, "I wouldn't even do this for Scooby snacks. Hell, I wouldn't even do this for some molly."
Dabi glanced at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"I don't want to die." Your reply was instantaneous.

"Hm." His eyes moved away from you.

"Work... work..."
You turned your head to see Moonfish. A tall ass man who wears a black straitjacket that only leaves his mouth exposed.

"Oh god and I thought I looked crazy is Tartarus," you said. Magne, Mustard, and Muscular also had joined you.

"That makes eight," Dabi said.

"I don't care, just let me at 'em. I'm getting to pumped up," Muscular said, flexing his fingers.

"Shut up, you crazy bastards," Dabi said, turning his head. "Not yet... we'll move when all ten of us are here."
You leaned forward and saw a shit-eating grin stretch across his face.

"Okay Nipple Boy, you have absolutely no right to say that shit," you quickly said.

"Oh? Aren't you Y/n L/n? I've heard so much about you." Muscular walked up to you and got his masked face all up in yo grill.

"Okay your mask doesn't do shit cause I still smell ya stank breath all the way from here," you said, pinching your nose and turning away from him. His arm reached out to grab your shoulder. You looked down and saw the muscles of his arm grow larger.

"Come on, fight me! I'm itching to get down there—this is the best I can do!" Bulging pink muscles surrounded his arm.

"Okay, your arm either looks like salami or a skinned penis and I don't know which one I'd prefer," you said. He removed his hand from your shoulder and instead reeled back.

'Oh boy.'

You dodged around him to avoid his fist which somehow managed to stay hovering over the ground. Don't want them finding out beforehand.

"Nice try, Skinless Penis," you said from behind him. "I can see that shit from a mile away." He turned to you, blatantly ignoring your words and attempting to punch you.