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[bluearson]

Where I’ve Been

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while I couldn’t find the muse to write but uh for those wondering where I’ve been or how I’m doing!! Don’t worry I’m just working on being a vtuber!!! I will still be working on making new fics when I’m inspired to!! I just couldn’t really get into the mindset of Dabi to properly convey what he’d do in a scenario after the initial Hiatus :(

[bluearson]

@bluearson ‘s soft dabi made me wanna draw this 🥺🥺🥺

[bluearson]

I’m still alive!!! I’m working on more fics soon!!!  I’m so glad you guys enjoy my soft dabi content!!

[bluearson]

Hi, hello, I wanna tell you you are so funny and I love you and I’m spreading love and you’re one of my best friends and I love you 🥺❤️

Hey booboo I love you too homie  💕 Love your writing king 

[bluearson]

Omg hi! I'm the nonnie that requested Dabi with a water quirk s/o and I'm so happy to see you fall in love with the idea 🥺 I hope you have tons of fun writing them! I love your writing and I'm looking forward to what you have next 💕 and thank you so much for writing my request 🥺♥️♥️

💕 Thank you for your support Nonnie! They were a lot of fun to write and a nice change of pace! It means a lot to me!

[bluearson]

I think I fell in love with water-quirk!Reader for Double Trouble.. 

We might see more of them. Thank you Nonnie for your request!

Edit: I got inspired and we will be seeing a continuation and its going to be for all you simps who want to just take care of our boy

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Double Trouble

Request: I see your requests are open and you write ✨ soft Dabi ✨ can we get a little smth for Dabi with an s/o who has a water quirk that sooths his burns to further soft dabi supremacy 🥺 (thank you for all the fantastic fluffiness you have blessed us with 💕) The day started off ordinary.  The sound of music filled your ears as you patrolled around your self-claimed “turf”. Life was easy, a little dull but the life of a vigilante with no loyalties was not always boring.  Then you saw him, hiding away in an alleyway. He was tall, beautiful even you might say. The scars that littered his body looked painful. You felt almost sorry for him, a quirk that his own body can’t handle.  You wanted to help him.

Feeling confident you strode up to him, “Sir?” You spoke out to him.  He was almost like a feral cat, he shifted his weight quickly onto his other foot and extended his left hand, blue flames appeared between his fingers. It was like a reflexive survival instinct. Your reflexes were faster than his though, you pulled the moisture out of the air and snuffed his flames out. He watched in disbelief as steam bloomed off his hand. “That’s an impressive quirk you got,” He croaked. “So, what are you? A pro hero?” There was an malicious edge laced into the words he spoke. “I wouldn’t want to rope myself in with such close-minded people.” You scoffed, “I’m better than that. I’m my own boss.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you eyed the flame-quirked stranger.  He only grunted in response as he looked you over. You felt like he was scrutinizing you under his eye. “If our paths cross again.. I think I’d prefer having your help.” He was gone before you could even say goodbye. Even though he hadn’t made the best first impression, neither did you. You weren’t sure how to feel about the next time you met him. At the very least you hoped that you wouldn’t be on the wrong side of his flames a second time. You shuddered at the thought.  You caught a glimpse of him walking down the street together with a girl much shorter than him, she rather cute. You wondered about what relationship they must have had. They seemed like good friends at the least. She was very animated and clung onto his arm as they walked together. Secretly you wished you could be her, clinging to his arm as you strolled through the city. That was another fantasy to write about in your journal. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been infatuated by someone but man.. you really wanted to be at his side. The universe seemed to have enough of punishing you when one day you heard a voice calling out to you, you looked over your shoulder as you took a long swig of water from your water bottle. You flashed the familiar figure a smile as it came fast approaching. “I missed you.” “I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long, sweetheart.” He teased. “I like what you have to offer. I think we could make a pretty good alliance.” The words sent your heart a fluttering. Alliance? He wanted to form an alliance with you? “I would like that..” You extended your hand to touch his forearm, looking up at him as though you were asking permission to touch him. Your fingertips grazed his skin softly. When he didn’t move away you allowed your hand to settle on his rough skin. “Does it ever hurt?” You asked as you examined where the stables met his skin. “Sometimes.” He answered quietly, as though he was sharing a secret with you. “Do you have somewhere we can discuss this privately? I hate being out in the open too long..” He rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes darted around. “Yeah I have a little hideout where I make deals.” You turned on your heels and made a beeline for the hideout before you could even see the look on his face. Once inside you fastened the series of locks that prevented squatters from breaking in when you weren’t around to protect your secret base.  You told your new partner all about your quirk, nearly professing that you held a flame for him once or twice as you tried to explain how useful you could be to him. You had experience teaming up with criminals before. Together you were a force to be reckoned with, especially since you could stay hidden as you supported Dabi from the shadows. You began to notice he’d start doing little things for you.  You even took note that his arm stopped sizzling as much after a fight, usually you tried your best to keep up with him but there was only so much you could do while trying to not seem like a shady person carrying around several gallons of water. Still you felt like your efforts were always appreciated, even if they weren’t up to the standards you wanted every time. You lived for the way he’d pat your head as steam rose off his arm. The way he’d smile at you even for a brief moment.  “I love you.” You said to him one day as he smoked his morning cigarette. You were enamored by him, utterly and totally captivated by everything he did. “I’m glad we’re apart of each other’s lives.” You quickly added.  The raven haired villain took a long drag before exhaling the smoke, you watched as some slipped through the staples in his face, it looked as though he was a dragon breathing fire. “I’m glad you’re around.” He tore his eyes away from yours and you felt a little deflated.  You wondered if there was ever a chance he’d see you as something more than just his “sidekick”. You wanted to ask him if he was single or not, about that girl you saw him hanging out with all those months ago. It never seemed like the right time, nor the right place. You didn’t want to ruin a good thing.  Things didn’t change between the two of you after your little outburst. You still couldn’t push your feelings aside for him, no matter how hard you tried. “Dabs, do you try to push me away because you don’t think I can be a good villain?” It had been on your mind for a while, the way he seemed to keep you at arms length even though you both shared a common goal. “You don’t need to protect me if that’s what you’re trying to do. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself and holding my own.” Your eyes searched his for an answer, for a glimmer of emotion under the tough guy act he held in public. You knew him long enough to see right through him. Every mask he wore. Every layer he tried to mask his true feelings behind.  You wanted to tear all those walls down for him, to hold him in your arms and play with his hair. To be vulnerable with each other and raise hell together. If he wanted to watch the world burn you’d gladly fan the flames of his ambitions and further his goals. You wanted to see him succeed in everything. For the world to know that there was nothing that could stop him with his partner in crime by his side.  He just stared back into your (E/C) eyes, a sad look washed over his face. He couldn’t just say you didn’t understand, you knew about his ideologies. You supported him with every fiber in your body. He cupped the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your smooth skin.  For once he didn’t have a snarky comeback to bite back at you with.  You two just stood there, staring into each others having a silent conversation. It felt as though you two were trying to telepathically communicate with emotion what words couldn’t possibly convey. It lacked the power to truly grasp the full breath of the things you wanted to tell each other. Dabi pressed his forehead against yours, “I don’t ever want you to act recklessly because you’re following behind me. I never want you to get yourself hurt trying to keep up with me.” He paused, and brushed a lock of hair out of your face. “I know my own limits, and I know when I’m pushing myself too far. You don’t need to worry about me like I’m some.. fragile kid. I’m not made out of porcelain. I’m made out of flesh and bone, muscles.. and I’m a lot more sturdy than I might look.” You laughed lightheartedly, trying to lighten the mood. “I appreciate the fact that you’re looking out for me Dabi.. but I can only do so much if you keep me at arms length. I want to be your equal.”  “You always were.” “Then let me in. Open up to me. Talk to me for fucks sake.” “I think actions speak louder than words. Words get jumbled.. twisted.” He tore his eyes away from yours as he looked off into the distance. He seemed so far away and you let him have his moment to reflect. “You’re too valuable to me. You help the pain stop. I’ve gotten too used to it Y/N. You know you’re really cruel sometimes..” He toyed with a lock of your hair. “You’ve got me hooked on your special little treatment and now I can’t stand the thought of you no longer being apart of my life. You’ve made yourself essential to my personal comfort.” You pulled him into a hug, squeezing him gently as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heart. It took a moment before he wrapped his arms around you in kind, his body was warm. “How do you think I feel?” You chuckled as you shook your head, “I’ve always been fascinated by you Dabi, ever since the first day I met you. I’ve never been able to get you off my mind for even a single second to myself.”  “Damn..”  You felt a rough kiss being planted onto the of your head. “What did I ever do to deserve someone like you in my life?” He chuckled. “Don’t ever say I never loved you. You just weren’t looking close enough. Too caught up in your head to realize I’ve been saying it ever since I agreed to let you into my life.” You said nothing as you simply enjoyed his embrace. Drinking in his scent as you let his warmth envelop you whole. “Wherever you go, I’ll be close behind. Damn all the consequences. There’s no place in this world I’d rather be than with the man I cherish. I trust you with all of me, Dabi.” You planted a kiss on his cheek. “When you’re finally ready to entrust all of you, your baggage, scars, and whatever else you’re hiding away from. I’ll be there, to help ease your pain.” You took his hand and raised it to your lips, planting a firm kiss into his skin. Taglist: @some-kindofgnome @humanitiesstrongestchicken @hecatve @axerrri

[bluearson]

Beautiful Girl

Request: Dabi’s sweetheart is insecure and thinks she’s not good enough for him. Warning: This one gets a little bit spicy at the end so look out  You met each other in the winter, on your way to work at a quaint little café. He caught your eye and over your shoulder you swear you caught him checking you out as you walked away. It had been weeks since you saw the stranger and you almost forgot all about the brief encounter you shared. You tried your best to forget about him, you almost even succeeded but there the mysterious stranger stood. You could barely make eye contact when he stood at your register. You exchanged pleasantries and he was gone just as quickly as he came. 

He kept coming back though, and eventually you began holding small conversations with him. Your coworkers even commented on how the last time he came in, he asked if you were working. When they told you weren’t in he thanked them and just left. The news flustered you quite a bit, it was something that stayed on your mind a lot longer than it probably should have. A few days had passed since then, and it still was fresh as ever in your mind. Geez.. how embarrassing it was to admit you had developed a crush on someone you met through work. “Hey Y/N.” The voice cut through your cloud of thoughts like a butter knife. You looked around and there you saw him, that same stranger who you saw often. You opened your mouth about to ask him how did you know my name? When you remembered that you wore a nametag at work, of course he knew your name. “H-Hi” You stuttered out, your cheeks redding as your eyes locked. “Can I help you with something..?” “I believe you can. It’s quite a difficult task you see.. I seem to have a dinner reservation for two. But unfortunately it’s rather expensive to cancel so quickly and I don’t think I could bear to go to dinner all by my lonesome. So, I was hoping that I could take you out to dinner, my treat.” HUH?!  You were dumbfounded and took a step back from him, nearly stumbling over the uneven pavement. He was swift on his feet. His left hand encircled your wrist gently as though you were a fragile thing and he steadied you back onto your feet. “Careful now,” He cooed into your ear “Wouldn’t want you to get a concussion.” His right hand felt warm on the small of your back, the sudden touch nearly made you jump. He was flustering you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Your checks felt so hot you swear you thought he’d call you a tomato. The sound of your heart- could he hear it? It was beating so loud in your ears. This was so embarrassing! You covered your face with your hands and knelt down to the ground. Hopefully if you just made yourself small enough maybe he’d stop teasing you and just go away already. Time had passed, it felt like eons. You peeked through your to see if he was gone but alas, he was right there, squatting before you. You squeaked in surprise. “Sorry to say little mouse, I’m not going anywhere until you give me an answer. Will you be my date Friday evening?”  “Sure.” You offered weakly, you lowered your hands from your face and rose back up. The stranger held out a hand towards you and made a grabbing motion. “Uhm..?” “Phone.” He bluntly replied. You tentatively held out your phone and watched as he entered in his contact information. You looked at the contact name and then back at him. “Your name is D?” “Sorry, first letter only until we know each other better sweetheart. Nothing personal. I’ll be around.. who knows.. maybe I’ll even swing by your little cafe again for some pastries.” He winked at her, “I like to think you made them yourself.” The smug look on his face as he walked away was burned into your memory. Friday evening.  Why did part of you feel like you weren’t going to survive an evening alone with him? You arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before the time that you were texted. You felt nervous but also excited. It wasn’t often that you got the chance to dress up and wear something nice. Your mind began to wonder as you thought about your date.  “Hey” A familiar voice, hot breathe against your ear and an arm suddenly wrapped around your shoulder holding you close. You tensed up initially but relaxed as you glanced over to greet your date with a smile.  “You clean up nice.” You noted that he even tried styling his hair for the evening. “Uhm, sorry if I’ve kept you waiting long.” “Hush little mouse, you didn’t keep me waiting.” He escorted you over to the host and whispered something to them. They nodded and gathered two menus and showed you to your table.  The evening was pleasant, although you spent the majority of your time talking. You weren’t sure if he was listening to everything you said and kept worrying if you were doing something wrong. “Sorry.. if I’m blabbering on and on, you can always tell me to stop talking if you don’t care.” “I like listening to you talk, I like your voice.. and I like the things you have to say. I’m sorry I’m not really much of a talker. I don’t really like to talk about myself and well.. I’m just enjoying the view.”  You smiled at him but on the inside you were absolutely freaking out. You weren’t sure you heard him correctly but asking him if he said what you thought he said was a million times worse.  Winter had come and gone and Spring was in full swing. You still couldn’t believe that the same man who used to torment you with his flirting was your boyfriend. You’ve been together for a while now. You were certain that you liked him, maybe you were even ready to say I love you for the first time. You muttered it to him, whispered into his chest when you’d cuddle together after a long day at work. But you’ve never clearly told him, “I love you” yet. It was a mix of reasons why, you didn’t know how to anticipate his reaction and that scared you but also deep down you wondered, why he kept wanting to be around you. What made you stand out against the sea of other girls in the world? Why out of all the people he could date, he chose you? You kept this all to yourself of course. He’d send you nice little songs when he was missing you. He’d leave behind his hoodies when he had to go on trips for work. He no longer was the stoic man who’d unrelentingly tease you and try to push your buttons to fluster you. Behind closed doors he was the softest man you’ve ever known. You kept a scrapbook he helped put together with you, it made missing him a little less hard when he’d be gone for long periods of time. When he’d come home, you’d practically jump into his arms as you threw yourself at him. He always managed to catch you, giving your face a full assault of kisses as if to make up for lost time. “I’ve missed you little mouse.” “I’ve missed you too Dabi” You cupped his face as you stared into his eyes and pressed your foreheads together. You weren’t your usual chipper self but you tried to mask it. There was a lot weighing on your mind, namely the whole fact that this man- was your boyfriend. You still couldn’t believe it. Even after your nights of passion, you’d still half-expect that he slipped away during the middle of the night. That or you just had a vivid dream, but the soreness that you felt was far too real to possibly be fake. “Hey Dabi...” You whispered quietly. He hummed in response as he opened an eye. “Is this a dream?” You asked tentatively. “I.. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything but, I’m a little worried about our future together.”  “I don’t know if we’re really there to talk about marriage quiet yet...” He shifted closer, pulling you into a hug. “Unless there’s something else going on that I’m not aware of?” “I just.. I’m a little scared one day you’ll get up and walk out of my life and disappear on me.” You burried your face into his chest as you sniffled, trying your best to not let him see you cry. “I’m not.. there are other people who are better than me. You.. You deserve better than me.” You trembled in his arms. He stared down at you he rubbed your back. “I’m sorry.. that you’ve had people before in your life that have hurt you like that. People who’ve abandoned you.. but I’m not like that little mouse. I love you. Is there something else that you need? Some way that I can prove to you how much I love you?” “No.. the world is full of attractive, beautiful girls. You don’t love me. You’re just making fun of me.. and when it stops being fun to fluster me.. you’ll leave.” You broke down into sobs, you didn’t want to say it. You didn’t want those words at all to come out of your mouth. But still, he held you tight as if it was the only thing that was keeping you from crumbling in his arms. “You’ll get bored of me one day..”  “Is that what you’re afraid of? Not being interesting enough for me? Not attractive enough?” He cupped your chin once you calmed down enough and wiped away your tears. “You’re more than just an attractive, beautiful girl to me though. I think you’re a gorgeous angel. I could never get bored of you.” He planted a kiss on your forehead as he rubbed your back some more. “I’m surprised we’ve made it this far. I’m always so scared that one day I’ll say something too snarky for you. That I’ll tease you so much you end up hating me for it. I never meant for you to feel like I’m just teasing you to make fun of you. I like to tease you because its cute when you blush. I like seeing you get so bashful you try to hide from me.” He grasburped your hand and kissed your inner wrist. “I love everything about you.. I love that you miss me as much as I miss you.” You sniffled as you listened to him. His words soothed you a little.  “I spent so long hating my body.. the way I looked and you.. there you are, a pretty thing, a gorgeous absolute fucking goddess.. sweeter than honey. You don’t care about my scars.. you’ve never asked about them.”  “Goddess...?” You asked quietly.  “Fuck yeah you’re a fucking Goddess.” He grinned at you, “With your permission of course, I’d like to pay worship.” He began planting soft kisses along your collarbone and down your breasts. “So please, as the man who worships you, may I have the privilege of worshipping my goddess?” “Y-Yes.” You nodded as your cheeks grew hot from embarrassment. Dabi peppered your skin with kisses, taking his sweet time especially around your sweet spots. “D-Dabi..” “Yes, my goddess?” He kissed a trail down your stomach. “I love you..” You smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair.  “I know,” He leaned up to capture your lips, “I’m going to make sure you never doubt my committment to you ever again, my dear.. goddess.” Taglist:  @some-kindofgnome @humanitiesstrongestchicken @hecatve @axerrri

[bluearson]

Hey! I'm really glad, what I found your blog. This is amazing! Your Dabi is so sweet, so good... Ah.. Thank you very much! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..! Thank you for writing this.

Can I request Dabi and his sweetheart, who doesn't really believe in his feelings? She likes him, yes, but she's not sure, she's good enough for him... Well, you know what I mean... "The whole world is full of attractive, beautiful girls. You don't love me. You're just making fun on me."

This is so sweet! Thank YOU for enjoying my writing! 

I had a lot of fun with this so thank you very much for this request! 

[bluearson]

Hello I would like to say thank you for feeding us soft Dabi in these trying times that is all thank you very much-

No problem Nonnie just preforming my duty.  There’s a severe lack of soft Dabi in this world and I aim to fix it. This is an injustice that must be righted.

[bluearson]

Dancing King in Quarantine

Warning: ‘Daddy’ mention once & Reader’s contact name for him is Daddy D The news played quietly in the background as breakfast cooked on the stove. You were getting ready to go out and buy more groceries before lockdown, slipping on a hoodie that threatened to drown you in its folds. At least it smelt just like your boyfriend. You shot Dabi a glance across the room, a grin plastered across your face ear to ear. There was something comforting about seeing the raven haired man impatiently holding a spatula as he watched over pancakes. “This fucking sucks.” he complained as he shuffled through a playlist looking for the perfect song.

“The song.. or cooking breakfast? You know I-” You reached over to snatch the spatula out of his hand. Dabi’s hand shot out and gripped your wrist firmly but not enough to hurt. “I said I was going to cook us breakfast today. Thank you for your offer to help though little mouse. I promise, Daddy has it covered. Let me take care of things.” He kissed your cheek and slapped your ass with his free hand. “Don’t worry about a thing, I wouldn’t burn down the house on purpose.” You traced a pattern onto his bare chest before pressing your hand firmly on his chest and giving him a kiss on the lips, “You sure you don’t want me to wait to eat breakfast with you?”  “Stop worryin’ bout me and get that cute ass in gear before all the good stuff is gone sweetheart. Breakfast will still be warm for you, I’ll have a fresh pot of coffee ready. Maybe even a warm bath if you’re back within the hour.” “Okay... I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.” With one final parting kiss you left the warm comfort of your apartment and made your way to the grocery store. You spent most of your time sending texts back and forth with Dabi asking if you had enough of something and then trying to explain what you were talking about when he couldn’t find it easily. To: Daddy D -I’m on my way home!  ( ˙꒳​˙ ) Read 2:15pm From: Daddy D -Plain, Blueberries or Chocolate chip? Read 2:17pm To: Daddy D -Surprise me! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ -I’ll eat anything you make  („• ֊ •„) Read 2:17pm You struggled to get your key out when Dabi opened the door, he traded you a mug full of coffee for the bags in your hand. He offered you a small smile as he stepped aside and gestured for you to come in. The kitchen island counter was cleaned except for a plate of pancakes, eggs and a small bowl full of fruits. Dabi kissed your cheek again before taking the rest of your bags away from you.  You made yourself comfortable, staring down the man who made a pretty convincing double of your boyfriend. The pancakes were neither gooey nor almost burnt, the eggs were a perfect consistency and you swear you got a few whiffs of bacon. “Did you eat all the bacon, Dabs?” He froze in place for a moment, offering up no response for what felt like an eternity as the silence stretched on between the both of you. He shifted his glance from his task of putting away groceries for you to your face as if he was calculating what to say next. “No.” He pointed to the microwave, “I saved some for you.” You beamed as you sipped your coffee.  You thanked him for breakfast and showered him in compliments about how much better his cooking was getting. You swear you saw him even blushing as you paid your compliments. Together with your beloved you lazed around together on the couch for a cuddle-movie night session to forget about the state of the world outside the comfort of your home. “I’m boooooored” you bemoaned as you stretched out and sprawled across your boyfriends lap.  “What do you want me to do about it?” He asked, absent mindedly trailing a hand across your tummy and tracing patterns into your skin with a finger. He leaned down and peppered kisses along your jawline as he played with your hair. “Care to dance with me?” He whispered. Your dominant hand searched for his hand lacing your fingers together as you pressed a kiss into his backhand. You nodded solemnly, releasing the hand that you had momentarily captured to get up on your own. Dabi managed to swiftly scoop you up before you had the chance to stand up on your own though and rose up off the couch like you weighed no more than a bag of grapes to him. He gently set you down and smirked as he snatched your phone off the couch to surf through your collection of songs and queued up a bunch that he liked after connecting it to a portable speaker. He held his hand out as the first song began to play. It was a little slower than the usual upbeat music you were used to hearing him blasting through his headphones.  Together you glided across the living room, careful to mind the furniture and not cause one another to have a fresh set of bruises peppered along the others thighs from unremarkable circumstances. You both got lost to the rhyme and sway of the music together. The rasp of his laugh makes your heart swell, it’s almost musical to your ears. You took a seat as you watched him lose him himself to one of his favorite songs, singing along at the top of his lungs and god.. you loved every second of it. It sent flutterers throughout your core, to watch him become so comfortable with you. You sung along after the chorus repeated, joining him on the “dancefloor”.  After three more songs passed you both began rearranging furniture so that you had more room to dance. Dabi was ecstatic when you gave him the go ahead to play whatever he wanted. Proudly he belted the lyrics after the G note hit. Your eyes lit up as you realized what song it was.  Together you both got lost in the throws of the dramatics, pantomiming along to the lyrics, thrashing around, the occasional headbanging, and of course.. you’ve both had your fair share of rockstar moments. It was a night to remember. “If you were a rockstar would you write songs about me?” You asked tentatively as you nursed a warm cup of tea while Dabi made himself comfortable sprawled out on the floor.  “Uhh.. yeah?” He popped himself up on an elbow, “I’d write total bangers about you. The media would ask me who’s my muse and shit and I’ll tell em it’s all bout the MVP.” “Would you keep me your little secret if it meant you’d be more popular for not being publicly taken?” You mused as you took a long sip of your tea. “Do you have some sort of fantasy about me becoming a world famous rockstar you failed to tell me about?” He laid back down to stare up at the ceiling, “I dunno.. I don’t think I’d really care about being like.. you know popular just because of my looks.” He grimaced, “I’d want to be popular for my music, cause people like my sound and it resonates with them. If you didn’t mind the problems that could occur with being public about our relationship in that scenario.. I wouldn’t mind.”  “What if I made a recording of your laugh and sold copies of it? You know.. in this scenario.”  “If it’s made into a song I want a cut, if it’s just my laugh straight up I think that’s really weird but I hope it’s overpriced and limited edition so you know the super fans would be all over it.” “You didn’t even need time to think about it huh?” “If I can make money off just laughing I would. Sadly there’s not really a market for it considering the only people who hear me laugh well.. are my friends and you.” Taglist: @some-kindofgnome @humanitiesstrongestchicken

[bluearson]

3:23AM (Dabi x F!Reader)

The quiet hum of the apartment greeted him along with the aroma of warmed food sitting underneath the lit stove stop. He kicked off his boots as he shut the door behind him. Walking over to the couch he looked over to check if his roommate had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home again. A sigh of relief left his lips as he shrugged off his coat and threw it onto the back of the couch, the melody of the song currently playing from his headphones recaptured his attention as he made his way to the bedroom. ♫ I don't need the world to see That I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me  ♫

He pushed the bedroom door open just a creak to check in on the sleeping figure. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered before he quietly shut the door. After he finished eating his meal and putting way the dish into the fridge he sat down outside his roommates door. To: FoodMama -Hey, can I keep these headphones? The sound is really good Sent 3:00AM He placed a hand on the door quietly before he walked to his own bedroom. Chrrp! From: FoodMama -👍 -Can we cuddle? :c I miss you Read 3:05AM Dabi rolled over onto his side, staring at his phone for a while. Cuddling with Y/N did sound nice.. and it had been a while since the last time he’s shared a bed with his roommate. it seems he took too long for the (H/C) haired girl’s liking, she was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, hands on her hips with her chest puffed out. “What’s wrong with you Bee? You never leave me hanging this long when I ask for cuddles.” She pouted and plopped herself down next to the raven haired man before flopping over on top of him. “There are no secrets in this house, spill it.” He chuckled at her attempted bravado, ruffling her hair up. “Suddenly I can’t refuse cuddle time with my favorite chief and its the end of the world? There’s some sort of terminal illness with me after all.. How could I, of all people possibly refuse the privilege of a cuddle session with the worlds greatest cuddler?” “That’s exactly right!” She puffed her cheeks up and began playfully drumming on his arms. “You should be ashamed of yourself Bee! You’ve wounded my pride! How dare you! I never want to see you again!” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. Dabi sat up and snaked his arms around the girls waist, pulling her close to his chest as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with me, Y/N. I promise sunshine, I just..” He paused as he thought for a moment, “I just have some issues I’m going through right now.” “You can tell me anything Bee.. I don’t care what it is. I accept you, for you. I love you, for you. There is nothing that you could ever say or do that’s going to push me away from you. I know.. you must think I’m some sort of idiot who has no survival skills or maybe I’m too trusting...” She paused for a moment, staring into an ocean of turquoise that seemed to glow in the moonlight. “I feel safe around you. I feel comforted by your presence and if anything ever happened to you, I’d be really sad Bee.” He smiled at her briefly, mulling over what to say next. “What if.. and this is all hypothetical now. What if I wasn’t as nice of a guy as you think I am? What if I was a villain?” She laughed, her laughter sounded like bells. “Listen.. I don’t care Bee, whatever all your baggage is or what you’ve done. I accept it all. If you’ve hurt people I’m sure you had a reason for it. Something that you care about, something you’re passionate about. That’s not what someone who’s bad does. Bad people.. hurt people for simple things like because it’s fun and they’re bored. Bad people.. think they can get away with anything. But you.. Bee.. you aren’t a bad person. You care. I don’t know you’re life story but I hope one day you feel comfortable enough to tell me all about it and when you do.. I’ll be right here. In this apartment or maybe.. on a little faraway island with you if you want to run away from everything. Wherever you are, is where I want to be.” “Why?” The words stumbled out of his mouth before he could process them. He felt a flicker of emotions, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel. Is this what it felt like to be loved by someone? “You understand me in a way that no one else does. Bee, you’ve seen me at my worst and unpleasant and yet.. you still come back here. You still come back home to me, injured and hurt. I don’t understand.. you don’t even stop to go see a doctor you just.. you just come here. For someone so set on being so independent.. you still come back to make sure I’m okay.” She sniffled as she wiped away a tear. “I love you Bee, you know that? I love you.. more than anything in this world.” She shifted around in her spot to face him, pressing her hand against his cheek. “I hope to god that you at least feel some morsel of comfort when you think of me.” He laughed, almost hysterical as he pressed his cheek into her hand and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “You silly girl..” He stared at her with adoration in his eyes, he didn’t need to tell her how much she meant to him. That look told her everything. No matter what happened, like a cursed boomerang, he’d just keep coming back. For one more meal. One more kiss. Another chance to tell her ‘I love you more than anything’ in quiet ways one last time. He peppered kisses along her palm, down her arm. “I love you too.. maybe a little differently than you do.” He pressed kisses against each of her knuckles with care. “I hope you don’t mind.. that I’ve spent an unfair amount of time dreaming of kissing you.” He smirked as he pressed another kiss into the palm of her hand. “..I wouldn’t mind.” Her cheeks pinked and grew a deep shade of red as the words slipped out. “I’d really like that..” Her heartbeat quickened as she stared into the turquoise marbles a meager inches away from her face. His lips drew closer to hers as he cupped her face tenderly and captured her lips. The kiss was softer, needier than she initially expected. She wasn’t expecting to be lovingly kissed like this no.. but it was pleasant. She snaked her arms up around his neck, her fingers dancing along the back of his nape. Her butt was cupped by his free hand, rubbing her ass as he felt it through the thin fabric that seperated his hand from skin. He broke away from the kiss for air and stared into her (E/C) eyes. “What would you like to do?” He asked in a husky growl. “W-What do you mean?” She was frazzled, the tenderness of the kiss short-circuited her brain momentarily. “I mean.. we can keep it PG-13, cuddling and kissing the rest of the night.. or I could maybe.. help you feel real nice. All up to you ofcourse sunshine.” He traced patterns along her hips and up her spine. “Whatever you choose, I fully support.” “I think.. uhm.. I don’t..” Her cheeks burned hot as she gently patted them. “I don’t know Bee! I’m embarrassed!” She whined as she pressed her face into his chest. “Kissing and cuddling it is then. I don’t want to overwhelm you too much.” He teased as he pressed another kiss to the top of her head. “You know.. you’re really cute when you get all riled up doll.” Taglist @some-kindofgnome @humanitiesstrongestchicken​

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BITCH YOU’RE AMAZING AND YOUR SOFT DABI HAS ME SO SOFT!!!!!! I NEED MORE I LOVE IT BOO!!!! 🥺❤️🥰

THANK YOU!! I’m glad you love him! I’m cooking up another soft dabi soon

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Feeding Strays (Side B)

Dabi had a “routine” every so often he’d walk past the same apartment complex. Take the time to talk to the same strays along his path, give them some affection. It’d be his one good deed for the day, be nice to cats.  Then there was that stranger who one day appeared out of nowhere, just started talking to him like it was nothing. She was a young pretty thing, a little shy. A part of him wanted to see her more often, maybe even grow to be her friend. Nahhh.. it sounds too good to possibly come true. Eventually she’ll go away, stop trying to talk to me and we go own about our two separate lives. She’s too much of a good girl to want to stay around too long.

She never did leave him alone though, she always tried to invite him out to dinner, or to a party. It was sweet but it also made the raven haired man wonder, was she lonely or did she think he was lonely? “So what’s your story sunshine? Why do you always offer me food. Do you think I’m some kind of hobo who can’t afford to eat?” He teased as he took bites out of his free lunch. “Uhm.. well, I like to save money and my mama always taught me that food tastes better shared with people is all.” She smiled meekly, such a timid little mouse he thought to himself.  Dabi allowed this little game of hers to continue for a while before he tried to make her go away, it was too much of a good thing and it was better to cut good things off before they got the chance to turn sour. No matter what he tried, she kept coming back, offering snacks instead of meals when he’d refuse her lunches. It go to the point she had a bag for him prepared full of snacks and a few instant ramen noodles that she refused to leave until he accepted them. “I don’t need you to feed me, Y/N” He chided. “I don’t care! You look like you haven’t been eating enough! Take them! It’s a gift! Swallow your pride you don’t have to be shy about accepting food!” The way she glowered at him made him smirk. Little mouse can get feisty after all.. interesting. After this back and forth went long enough that he no longer found it amusing to push her buttons he accepted the bag, with some reluctance. “Thanks mom.” He teased. “I’ll see you around sometime.”  Weeks turned into months and before he knew it he found himself standing outside Y/N’s window on her balcony knocking frantically more than once.  “What do you want?” The woman asked as she opened up the window to let him in. “You do know I gave you a key last week so you don’t have to keep coming in through my window, right?” “It’s more fun to come in through the window, besides.. what if I’m hungry and you’re not awake? Who’s going to feed me then Y/N? I can’t cook anything too complex. You’re the one who banned me from cooking in your kitchen without supervision.”  “One of these days.. I’m going to teach you how to cook your own little meals so you don’t have to always wake me up to make you something.” She sighed, pulling her messy hair into a bun as she began gathering ingredients.  “But I like you’re cooking more Y/N. It’s the best thing in the world, the highlight of my day after a long day.” He smiled to himself and cleared his throat, “I’m going to steal your bed while I wait for you to finish, kay?”  “Take a shower first Dabi, you stink. I left a change of clothes in the bathroom for you already. You’re free to relax and drink all you want, within reason after.”  “Thanks wifey.” Dabi gave his unconventional roommate a quick peck on the cheek before quickly disappearing into the bathroom. He snickered as he heard a squeak emanating from the kitchen.

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Feeding Strays (Side A)

Had you known that offering a grown ass man a home cooked meal, would have ended up with you unknowingly getting a goth roommate. Maybe you wouldn’t have offered him to come home with you for dinner so often.

It’s not like you didn’t enjoy his company, quite frankly the opposite. You saw him around the neighborhood loitering wearing a baggy hoodie and shades for a while. It seemed like he’d only come around to hang out with the neighborhood cat.

You had a terrible habit of feeding strays around your apartment complex already. When you’d tell your friends about your encounters with your newest stray, you’d always just describe him like a cat. It made it a lot easier to explain than having to explain the whole story about how you thought he was neat and you wanted to get to know him better.

Come to think of it.. the entire process of getting to know him was exactly like befriending a stray cat. You observed him in his natural habitat and when the time felt right, you began trying to garner attention. True to a cats nature, this didn’t always work and you can’t just exactly ‘pspspsps’ at a total stranger to get their attention. That’s what a crazy person would do, which you are not.

It was touch-and-go when it came to inviting him to dinner. The stars had to be aligned essentially so it seemed. He refused to go to the complex potluck parties, yet he’d make it once or twice a month. He didn’t always accept your boxed lunches homemade or store bought.

Sometimes you didn’t even know why you kept trying to feed him when he’d be difficult. Along the course of the countless months you’ve tried to get closer to him, you’ve learned a few things about him. You learned all sorts of fun trivial facts before you finally learned that his name was Dabi.

“You know.. I don’t actually know what you’re name is,” You hummed as you chewed on a pastry. “Isn’t that kind of funny?”

“You never asked what my name was.” The raven haired stranger chided. “Maybe if you asked me politely you would have known my name months ago.” He teased. You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes.

“So, Dabi, what do you think about having dinner with me at my place sometime?”

“Are you trying to come onto me because I’ve heard-”

“No!” You swatted at his arm, almost knocking the snacks he held in his hand out. “This isn’t some sort of line for me to come onto you! I genuinely want you to have dinner with me. Uhm.. just dinner though. No funny strings attached, just two adults, sharing a meal together.” You nervously fiddled with your clothes as you patiently waited for Dabi’s response.

He stared at the snack you almost demolished and then stared at your face as he weighed his options carefully. “Will there be more of these?” He asked, waving the treat you gave him around.

“Yes, I will have snacks you can take home with you, and you can even take food home with you if you’d like. What do you say? Will you please come over and have dinner with me?”

Dabi smirked before nodding his head and finishing the rest of his snack. “I’ll see you next week then, dollface.” He shoved a hand into the pocket of his jeans before giving you a two finger salute goodbye as he walked off.

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Package Deal (Dabi x Hurt!Reader)

Find someone who you are proud of, scared to lose, who fights for you, cares about you and loves you.

“I will never let anyone ever hurt you again.” He whispered in a hushed tone as he cradled you close to his chest. “Come on.. don’t do this to me. Don’t you dare give me a taste of my own medicine now.” He laughed bitterly.

You coughed, softly at first and then violently, as your whole body shock and trembled. “D-Dabi..?” You asked in a horse voice, “Is this heaven?” You smiled weakly as your eyes fluttered open. You felt warm arms encircling your entire frame as he held you to his warm body, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck gently. 

“Oh thank God...” He sighed in relief. “I was so scared..” His voice rumbled and wavered. “I thought I was going to lose you, Y/N.” 

Lose..?

You cocked an brow as you stared into his turquoise eyes, raising your hand up to cup his scarred cheek with your cold hands. “I’m sorry I scared you,” You offered weakly as you smiled, hoping to ease his anxiety. “I never knew you were such a softie for me” You teased, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. 

“You’re such a fucking brat.” He chuckled, leaning down to plant a flurry of kisses upon your forehead. You laughed, each kiss tickled a little as his scarred skin brushed against yours. 

“Did I make you proud?” You asked after a long silence stretched comfortably between you two, rubbing your thumb against his cheek careful to mind the stables.  “You.. fucking scared the shit out of me. You were reckless,” He chided. “But, it also reminded me.. what a total fucking badass you are babe. You can hold your own, but you know you don’t have to act like some tough guy for me for me. You don’t have to fight your battles alone, Y/N. I’m always going to be around for you, I hope you know that you can rely on me. You don’t need to be shy. If you told me that people were giving you problems I-”  “Dabi.” You stared into his eyes, a flicker of emotions, “I.. I didn’t want to worry you. You’ve been busy and-” “No.” He growled, “I’m never too busy for you. You mean so much to me. I don’t think you even realize how much you mean to me quiet yet but.. it terrifies me. It’s been a while since I learned to be okay being vulnerable with another person who I genuinely trust wholeheartedly.” He looked almost hurt, you could swear you saw a flicker of pain in his eyes as he spoke.  “Dabi..” Your voice trembled as your eyes began to well up with tears, your cheeks began to burn hot as the blood began to rush to your face. He wiped away your tears as they fell with his thumbs.  “You’ve made me more than proud of you.. but please. You don’t have to do everything alone. I want to be the one you turn to when you need help, when you need someone to help you demolish the competition, when you need a hype man. Whatever it is.. I want to be it for you. The whole package deal.. I want to return the favor.” His words made you cry and you sobbed into his arm as you sat on his lap as he cooed sweet nothings into your ears as he rubbed your back. You buried your face into the crook of his neck until you calmed down, listening to the natural purr of his breathe.

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I Love You

Dabi isn’t very forthcoming with his emotions often or the way he expresses them. But he does let you know he cares about you every day in simple ways. ☄️ He makes sure you’re heard when you speak around him. He hates it when people try to cut you off. Everything you have to say is important to him. ☄️ When you’re walking together he’ll make sure to link pinkies. He still teases you over it when you get flustered but that’s just part of the fun for him.  ☄️ Behind closed doors he’s the cuddliest fucker in the world. Wraps his arms around your waist while you’re cooking when no one is around. Nuzzles your neck with his nose.  ☄️ He’ll let you fall asleep on him during winter, he enjoys the company but he’s not going to admit it.  ☄️ He leaves behind little gifts that he may or may not have stolen in your room. He never leaves a note behind though. ☄️ He adores kissing you, kissing your forehead, your nose, your knuckles, the inside of your wrist. Depending on you’re relationship, he might leave little kisses on your temple while you’re asleep.  ☄️ When he wakes up earlier than you, there’s always a cup of coffee or tea waiting for you even if he’s long gone. Warm drinks are his favorite. ☄️ He sends you memes in the middle of the night when he’s apart from you to let you know he’s thinking of you. ☄️ He sends you songs, either ones he likes or ones that remind him of you. Music is the most intimate thing he can share with someone before he learns to be emotionally available. It’s how he gets all his emotions out of his system in the healthiest manner possible.