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thatlotuscookie · 15 days ago
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hi👋 could i have something with dabi x reader when he's sick and his personality changes drastically. and all he wants is to be in bed, cuddle, make out, sleep and have reader play with his hair
✧・゚: a/n : hi riri!! i appreciate the request, thank youuu<3 this is adorable and honestly so like him. i just wrote something short and soft. let me know if you'd like something longer next time! :<
✧ Title: ✧ Fevered Affection ✧ ✧ Characters: Sick!Dabi x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi isn’t one to show weakness, but a nasty fever leaves him vulnerable and in desperate need of comfort. You’re there to care for him, and as his defenses drop, he reveals a softer side that he rarely lets anyone see. ✧ Content/Tags: Sickness, Vulnerability, Light Teasing, Soft Dabi, Sick!Dabi ✧ WC: 805 words // 4.5k chars
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Dabi wasn’t one to show weakness. Hell, he hated the idea of relying on anyone for anything. He had built up walls so high and thick that even a hurricane couldn't bring them down. But today, something much simpler than a storm had him practically bedridden—a nasty fever that turned the League’s usually sharp-tongued, brooding arsonist into a lethargic puddle of exhaustion.
You’d noticed it a few days ago. His usual snarky comments were less biting, his responses delayed. You chalked it up to a bad mood, but when you found him barely able to stand and refusing to get up from bed, you knew something was wrong.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled when you tried to help him sit up. His voice was raspy, and the usual fire in his eyes was dimmed. He wasn’t fine.
“No, you’re not,” you said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. “You’re burning up, Dabi.”
He didn't respond—just lay there, blinking slowly as if the world had slowed down with him. It was odd to see him so…vulnerable. But as his fever climbed higher, his usual gruff exterior melted away, leaving behind a Dabi you had never seen before—one that craved affection and comfort.
It started with the smallest of requests.
“Stay,” he mumbled, reaching for your hand with more desperation than you’d ever expect from him. “Just… don’t go anywhere.”
You stayed. And as the day wore on, it became clear he wasn’t interested in anything but being close to you. He barely moved, except to adjust himself so that his head rested in your lap, his face nuzzled into your stomach. His body, usually so stiff and guarded, had relaxed completely into your touch.
“Is this really Dabi?” you teased gently, running your fingers through his messy black hair. “The same guy who acts like he doesn’t need anyone?”
“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, leaning into your hand as you scratched at his scalp. “Feels good…”
The day slipped by in quiet moments—Dabi, wrapped in your arms, letting his fever-ridden body give in to its needs. He was clingy in a way that surprised you, his usual distance replaced by a hunger for comfort. He pulled you down into the bed with him at one point, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he curled his body around yours.
“You’re so warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “Never knew you could feel this good…”
You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You’re never like this when you’re healthy.”
“Maybe I should get sick more often,” he muttered, his lips brushing your neck in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back slightly, his fever-bright eyes locking with yours. “Wanna kiss you…”
You blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He nodded, his hand gently gripping the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a slow, lazy kiss. It wasn’t like the usual kisses with Dabi—this one was sweet, almost needy, like he was asking for something more than just the physical connection. Like he wanted to lose himself in you, just for a moment.
When you pulled away, he sighed contentedly, leaning back into the pillows. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close again, his head resting on your chest this time.
“Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your skin. “Just wanna stay here… forever.”
You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair again. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And that’s how the rest of the night went—Dabi, sick and vulnerable, wrapped in your arms, content with nothing more than your touch and the quiet comfort of being together. His fever might have stolen his usual fire, but it brought out something softer in him, something you cherished in those quiet, stolen moments.
The next morning
By the time morning rolled around, Dabi’s fever had broken. You woke up to find him still in your arms, but this time his usual sharp gaze was back, though softened slightly by the remnants of last night’s vulnerability.
He stretched lazily, glancing up at you with a smirk. “So… how was playing nurse?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re a terrible patient, you know.”
He chuckled, sitting up and running a hand through his now-messy hair. “Yeah, but you loved it.”
You shoved him playfully, but before you could say anything, Dabi’s hand caught yours, pulling you back down into his lap. His lips brushed against your temple, his voice low and almost… affectionate?
“Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”
Your heart swelled. Maybe being sick had its perks after all.
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novaneondream · 3 months ago
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Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to
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tashid4 · 3 months ago
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Bakugo would definitely wear the "I <3 my girlfriend" shirt.
He's the kind of boyfriend that hates everyone but you, you're his special little baby. He hates physical touch but he would hug you, hold you, kiss you, every change he gets.
He's really protective but not possessive. He doesn't tell you what you should wear or not. Fristly because he trust you, but also because he knows how to fight...
He would cook for you. The whole class probably have begged him to cook for them. And he probably said no everytime. But he would prepare breakfast for you, and give you a piece of every meal he cooks.
He buys you flowers. And no only basic roses. No the man has taste. He would buy the most beautiful flowers because anything's good enough for his baby.
His hero training and school are really important for him. He's always focus on what the teacher's saying but that doesn't prevent him from holding your hand under the desk.
It's no secret that Bakugo has anger issues. But he would never dare getting mad at you. Not once he has yelled at you.
He's the perfect boyfriend. I don't make the rules. <3
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kacchans-waifu · 3 months ago
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mornings with katsuki are pretty mundane, to say the least.
he’s a morning person. you were not. the both of you knew that from the day you started dating.
as a morning person, he always has an early morning alarm on the days he has work. rarely is it any time close to when he has to clock in. he’ll try to turn his alarm off as quickly as possible as to not wake you, and it almost never works. as he shifts in bed, you stir awake.
“sorry,” he mumbles as he carefully raises himself out of bed.
you stay in bed while he starts getting ready for his morning workout. the streets are pretty empty around this time, so he’ll just take a run around the neighborhood. he takes a shower when he comes back and starts on breakfast.
it’s at this point you start to get out of bed, lured into the kitchen by the sound of food sizzling. you come to find katsuki standing in front of the stove, topless.
“good morning,” you greet, half asleep.
“morning. you hungry?”
“yeah…” from behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his back. “you should always walk around like this.”
katsuki chuckles. “you think so?” you hum in response. he finds you so cute when you’re barely awake. well, he always finds you cute. “go sit down, I’m almost done.”
you obey and in a matter of minutes are presented a fabulous plate of food. you thank him and he places a kiss on your temple as a silent “your welcome.” he then ruffles you hair and tells you to “wake your ass up.”
mornings with katsuki are pretty mundane, but never are they not sweet.
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gfguren · 4 months ago
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was suddenly struck with such a vivid image of katsuki—a little older, a little softer around the edges, a little bit in love, maybe—and it shows. everyone can tell, really, can see the hearts in his eyes, clear as day over the dinner table. they're all a little tipsy, even katsuki who rarely indulges, especially not in cheap appetizers and even cheaper liquor.
it was supposed to be a boys' night—denki, and deku, and kirishima; a rare break in their busy schedules to catch up with one another. instead katsuki's nose is buried in his messenger, tuned out completely as if his friends aren't there at all.
and they know, without a shadow of doubt, that it's you. and that you're good for him. can see the way he's mellowed over time, sweetened like fruit that refused to grow ripe. thick skinned, and bitter—but you're patient with him, always, kind even when he doesn't always deserve it. more importantly, katsuki is really, truly head over heels in love with you, and his friends know that better than anyone; (maybe even katsuki himself). which is why they let him get away with not being a boys' boy just for the night.
he thinks he's so sneaky about it too, chin propped up on one, lazy hand, manspread in the dining chair with his phone resting at his thigh—the perfect illusion of nonchalance, until it isn't. there's a brief respite in his expression, sun peaking through the storm clouds and beaming straight across the table. his shoulders unwind, brow softens; there's a hushed 'ding!' and his strawberry eyes drip golden honey.
you haven't said much at all. nothing shocking, or particularly sweet. it's the same text you've sent him every night for months now. a simple goodnight, an honest i love you. but the corners of katsuki's lips flicker like warm candlelight until he breaks into a grin.
a snicker erupts from across the table, and when he (finally) looks up he finds kirishima there, hand slapped over his mouth and one of deku's elbows shoved between his ribs.
"hey bakugou," denki calls from the kitchen, breaks whatever boy code the three of them agreed upon behind katsuki's back. "tell y/n I said hi!~"
heat rushes to katsuki's face in an instant. like clockwork, he flips his phone face-down, a scoff on his tongue as he folds his arms across his chest. he wants to be mad, honestly, has half a mind to reach across the table and chuck the bowl of cheese puffs at his head,
—but he can't shake the smile that's taken residence in his cheeks. a laugh, deep and boyish, and happy catches in his throat.
"shut the hell up, dumbass."
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sugawara--san · 5 months ago
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normal people when their rival can't be their rival anymore: oh nice lucky me!
bakugou: 😭 what about US and OUR future ??
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call-memissbrightside · 6 months ago
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Ahhhh shirtless Katsuki holding your daughter that is still in her jammies? Messy hair and yawning but holding your daughter on his hip, flipping heart shaped pancakes he’s made her from scratch.
You woke from a cold sweat, worried about your baby, and rushing to the kitchen because you heard her giggling and pots and pans banging.
“Sup mama,” Katsuki shoots you a grin, with Mai squirming in his arms in excitement.
“Hi?” You’re confused seeing Katsuki taking on the role of making breakfast. You watch from the counter, crossing your arms and just staring.
“Ba!” Mai exclaimed and Katsuki nodded along, “patience baby girl, I don’t wanna burn them.”
You can’t stop from smiling, seeing the man being so soft and encouraging your child to continue “talking.”
“Mama! Ah?” Mai points to you, drool trailing down her chin— you move to clean it but Katsuki beats you to it.
“I’m making some for mama, don’t worry.” Katsuki kisses Mai on her forehead.
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catsvkis · 5 months ago
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katsuki's bad boy era is so over he asked someone to tie a tie for him probably since he can't use both handsss. despite everything he still wanted to wear it for his class i'm throwing up everywhere he's such a sentimental loser.
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peachsukii · 12 days ago
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— emergency contact
it’s been two years since you’ve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.
✮ content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.
『 #reis softie sundays 』
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Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⎯ that was the only thing you remember from the last…four hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.
Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?
“Doctor, she’s waking up,” you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi hon, you’re in the hospital. We’re taking you to your room now, hang tight.”
All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.
When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.
"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."
"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"
"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."
The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⎯ your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."
You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"
His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."
What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?
"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."
He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.
"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."
Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.
"But why did you answer their call, Baku⎯" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"
"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."
You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.
"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⎯ soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."
"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."
"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."
Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.
Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."
You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."
He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."
Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.
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happy softie sunday!! I know it's been awhile since I've written one. hope you don't mind some baku-sap :)
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nightfall-kachiniko · 1 year ago
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જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME
pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ
a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄
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“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.
“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.
You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.
“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”
“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.
“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”
“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.
“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”
“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.
“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”
“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.
He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”
“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”
You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.
“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”
“I love you, hawks.”
His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.
"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.
You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.
“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.
“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”
“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”
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moodyvoid · 4 months ago
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Touya, in the hospital with his family.
Rei: “Do you want to tell us about your time with the league?”
Fuyumi: “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Natsuo: “It was a part of his journey. Maybe he has something to say about it.”
Touya: “There really isn’t much to say. Shigaraki got me to where I needed to be, Spinner and Toga annoyed me most of the time, Mr. Compress was tolerable, and Twice…”
Touya, thinking about Twice, then thinking about all his memories with the league.
Touya: “… I wasn’t there to make friends.”
Shouto, staring at Touya silently remembering when he also “wasn’t there to make friends”.
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thatlotuscookie · 15 days ago
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that last one with lov having a movie marathon and Dabi being a small bean is from my sister who doesn't own tumbrl profile, she didn't mean to send it so fast😭😭 she also wanted to add that in the end she wants dabi to drag reader to his room because he wants to sleep and he wants to continue cuddling
forgive my sister, she's an idiot🤦🏻‍♀️
✧・゚: a/n : that's such an adorable idea, with Dabi being all confused about his feelings, you and ur sister cooked w that idea :D I hope you both enjoy this one. thanks for requesting!<3
✧ Title: ✧ Unspoken Affection ✧ ✧ Character: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, Slight Angst ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Dabi has never understood love, but when you’re around, something deep inside him stirs, and he can't figure it out-- Until you watch a movie together. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, League of Villains, Movie Marathon, Cuddling, Sleepy!Dabi, Shy!Dabi, Confused!Dabi ✧ WC: 725 words // 4.1k chars
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Dabi had been restless for days. Not that it was unusual, but there was a new, strange energy bubbling inside him whenever you were around. He wasn’t sure what it was—couldn’t quite figure it out. Love wasn’t something he had ever bothered to understand, and yet here it was, sneaking up on him in the form of… you.
He wasn’t prepared for the way his heart sped up when you laughed at his sarcasm or how his eyes lingered a little too long whenever you were nearby. This wasn’t just admiration or companionship—it was something deeper, something more dangerous. It irritated him that he couldn't put his finger on it.
Toga, being her usual bubbly self, had dragged the League of Villains into what she called a “mandatory movie marathon.” The idea had sounded absurd at first, but with a little convincing (and a bit of whining), everyone caved in.
You sat comfortably on one of the worn couches, a blanket wrapped around you as the first movie flickered across the screen. Dabi, as usual, had plopped himself down beside you, acting as though it was just coincidence—though even he wasn’t fooling himself.
The room grew darker as the hours passed, and Dabi found himself feeling more tired than he’d expected. He didn’t sleep much, but something about the way you were curled up beside him, so close and relaxed, made him feel drowsy.
Before he knew it, his head had drifted onto your chest. The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, steady and rhythmic, a sound that, for once, soothed him. He shifted slightly, not realizing that his arms had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as his body instinctively sought out warmth and comfort.
You, surprisingly, didn’t push him away. You only shifted, draping the blanket over him as well, offering a soft smile. The others didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in the movie marathon, and you certainly weren’t complaining.
Dabi, completely unaware, let himself sink into the softness of you—your chest, your warmth, your scent. It was so comforting, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt… safe.
But then he stirred, waking up just enough to become aware of his surroundings. And suddenly, it hit him. His head was on your chest. His arms were around you.
His entire body stiffened.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, eyes wide as realization dawned on him. He quickly shot a glance at you, but instead of laughing or pulling away, you just smiled at him—soft, reassuring.
“You’re fine,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the movie.
Dabi felt his face heat up. Him? Blushing? No way. He quickly turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, trying to act tough, but the fact that he hadn’t moved from his spot betrayed him.
You chuckled softly, your hand gently stroking his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
Cute. Dabi? That word wasn’t supposed to fit him, but somehow, coming from you, it didn’t sound so bad. He muttered something incoherent, probably another grumpy retort, but he didn’t pull away.
Instead, he stayed there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat once more. After a few more minutes of silence, he spoke again, quieter this time, almost vulnerable.
“Come with me.”
You blinked. “What?”
He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before taking your hand in his. “I wanna sleep,” he mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “In my room. With you.”
The request caught you off guard, but his grip on your hand was firm, his eyes practically pleading despite his usual tough exterior.
You smiled, standing up with him. “Alright.”
And just like that, he led you to his room, where the two of you curled up in the quiet, dim space. Dabi wrapped his arms around you again, this time fully aware of what he was doing. The tension in his body melted away as he rested his head against your shoulder, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.
No words were needed—he’d never been good at them anyway. But in that moment, with you in his arms, Dabi felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.
Peace.
And maybe, just maybe, something that felt a lot like love.
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olldolldraws · 2 months ago
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there’s just something about krbk parenting
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Bonus (ft. godfather/uncle deku and shouto):
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tadokorochann · 9 months ago
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thinking about being Shouto’s girlfriend and slowly teaching him how to play video games in the UA dorms together during some downtime. Choosing something cute like Stardew Valley where you can play co-op. And asking him “hey, can we get married?” And for him to freeze for a second and then go “…I think we could. There are some technicalities to work out with my father and we may need to wait until our third year to get our license but we could definitely start our engagement and…” and he goes on and on about how he’d be happy to marry you but surprised you brought it up this soon, not that he minds because he loves you and is serious about you. Except he doesn’t realize you were talking about getting married in the game. Shouto took your words in their most literal sense, as he often does. So when you finally do correct him (after quite some time because he’s insistent on making sure he knows what kind of wedding decorations you’d like) he goes quiet, the tips of his ears turning completely red. But before he can begin to despair you give him a little kiss. Telling him that for now, you’d like to get married in the game, and focus on your relatively new relationship with him outside of it. But that, if he still feels the same way in a few years, you wouldn’t mind getting married in real life, too.
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sunnytastic · 2 months ago
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no because i actually go so soft at the thought of izuku waking up panicked from a nightmare about kacchan dying, and kacchan, without even fully waking, just guides izuku's head down to his chest so izuku can hear his heart beating, until izuku's own heart stops racing, and they fall back asleep tangled in each other, together and alive
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kibble-2 · 4 months ago
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anotha one !!
bakugo hates public affection. this man will not hold your hand when you guys are around your friends. behind closed doors, bakugo wants to be held, kissed, cuddled, LOVED. all of it. he craves your affection and attention. he even craves it when your in class or training. he wants to sit in the corner with you and have your head rested on his chest while you play with his hands.
i love the idea of big, strong guy needing a soft and affectionate significant other. it’s adorable.
i’m imagining after long day of school and training, he will let himself into your dorm when your showering and make himself comfortable in your bed and will wait for you to come out and cuddle with him. youll open your door and see him sitting in his phone, cuddled in your blankets and you know that it’s gonna be a cuddly night with him
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