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shadowspromise · 17 days
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oops i disappeared but i am BACK
i have no ideas, gimme something to write
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shadowspromise · 6 months
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ghoapy thoughts
Ghost has a stupid crush on you. He swears he’ll deny it till the end of time.
Soap has an enthusiastic crush on you. He makes it painfully obvious.
Ghost has an even stupider crush on Soap. He tells himself every morning not to let his feelings get ahead of his job.
Soap has, yet again, an enthusiastic crush on Ghost. It’s even more obvious, somehow, than his crush on you.
You know that Soap’s down tremendously for Ghost, but you know that he’s also flirting with you. It confuses you, making you wonder if he’s just naturally flirty or if he really likes both of you.
Ghost wakes up every morning, looks in the mirror, gives himself a firm slap across his own face and tells himself to behave. Crushes are stupid and he’s a grown man with a grown man job. He doesn’t have time for his stupid feelings.
Oh, but when it’s just Ghost and Soap at the bar together, after a few too many drinks…
They can’t help but talk about each other, talk about you. They keep buying each other drinks, knowing that at this rate they’ll have to call someone to pick them up.
“Could barely focus during Price’s meeting today. You an’ Y/N wearin’ those tight shirts… drivin’ me up the damn wall…” Ghost rambles, his eyes parallel to Soap’s.
“Ah did it on purpose, ya know ah love distractin’ you…” Soap responds, his accent thicker due to the alcohol. His cheeks are heavily tinted red, both from blushing and the drinking.
“You think Y/N knows what they’re doin’ to us? Think they do it on purpose too?” Ghost replies, smirking from under his mask. He lifts it over his nose to take another drink.
“God, I hope so,” Soap mumbles, rubbing his temples. He can’t even remember how many drinks he’s had tonight.
“You a’ight Johnny? Think we should go?” Ghost asks, intentionally touching Soap’s shoulder as an act of comfort (and seduction).
“Ah’m fuckin’ blootered, ah’m see’in colors when I close my damn eyes… cannae even feel my toes properly…” Soap starts muttering. Ghost only comprehends about half of what he just said but gets the general point.
“I’ll ask someone to get us. We’ll wake up in a whorehouse if we try walkin’ ourselves back…” Ghost pulls out his phone, squinting his eyes at the screen, trying to focus.
He texts Gaz and gets no answer, probably because it’s late and he’s sleeping.
He texts Price and gets the response of “You’re big boys, get yourself back.”
That leaves you. He decides to rethink a nicer message than the “pick johnny and I up cuntbag” he sent to the others.
“Johnny and I are drunk. Would appreciate if you came and walked us back to base.”
Simon mentally gives himself a pat on the back for managing to type all that without sounding condescending or making a dozen typos.
You respond within 15 seconds, to his surprise. Although he knew you were a good boy/girl and were always eager to help.
“Sure thing. Will be there soon ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ”
The little emoticons you send him drives him mad.
“Aye, you think they’re into me? They put a… fuckin’ dog or whatever…” Ghost shows Johnny his phone.
“That’s a bear, mate,” Soap points at the text.
“I think it’s a dog.”
“Well you’re wrong, ye braw bastard.”
The bar is just about a ten minute walk from base and you’ll be there any minute, so they spent their “alone” time talking about you (and the things they’d do to you)
When you arrive, Soap gets overly excited and falls over. Ghost tries with every nerve in his body not to laugh, attempting to keep up the cold and stoic personality for you.
You guide them back to base, stopping Soap from stumbling onto the road. Ghost is much more physically put together, but mentally he’s having an aneurysm. He’s staring at Johnny’s ass whenever he has the chance and can physically feel himself get warmer when your arm brushes against his.
At base, you attempt to push them into their separate rooms but they refuse. Ghost and Soap give one drunken look at each other and it’s seconds before they’re cornering you.
That night, all three of you had your dreams come true.
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shadowspromise · 6 months
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lieutenant ghost hates admitting that he’s fallen for you.
although the two of you are months deep into an established relationship, after you accepted ghost’s reluctant confession after constant pestering from johnny, ghost is hesitant to show affection towards you.
god forbid he simply holds your hand when gaz and johnny are around, ghost being too emotionally constipated to deal with their immature whistling and smirking.
gaz overheard ghost call you “lovie” one time and he never let him forget it, constantly teasing and overusing the nickname.
“oh ghost, your lovie wants to talk to you!”
even price will occasionally make a joke at ghost’s expense if the mood is right. ghost feels like nobody in the damn place can respect his feelings.
but when the sun goes down and it’s just the two of you in bed, ghost makes up for the lack of affection during the day.
he holds you close, his arms suffocating you with a gentle yet firm grip. soft kisses linger on your neck as he tells you everything he wanted to say to you earlier in the day.
he tells you how pretty you looked when johnny told you a joke and you laughed.
he tells you how badly he wanted to kiss your waist when you stretched and your shirt lifted up, showing your tummy.
he holds your hand all night long, making up for the fact he actively avoids to during the day.
and he tells you that someday he’ll get his emotions in check and he’ll be able to show everyone how much he loves you.
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shadowspromise · 7 months
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im rebranding yall don’t get spooked
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shadowspromise · 11 months
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Haven’t posted in a while so here’s a little teaser (*^‿^*)
His eyes softened as they met yours. His irises, usually a piercingly bright blue, now resembled a calm ocean wave. His white eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, his pupils dilating at the sight of you. Everything that had angered him that day, everything that had gone wrong, suddenly didn’t matter because you were here. The aching pain in his scarred skin dulled, and his throat burned as he let go of the tears he’d been holding back all day. You stood still as he stumbled toward you, then reciprocating the bear-like hug he swiftly gave you. Streams of blood from his charred tear ducts landed onto your shirt and neck as he silently sobbed. He wanted to explain himself, tell you why he was so upset, tell you that nothing had gone right today, but when he opened his mouth a painfully weak-sounding whimper came out instead. You put a hand to his head, pushing his wet face deeper into your body. “I know, Touya. I know.”
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Temperature
We know that Touya was born with a fire quirk and a body suited for an ice quirk. Leave it to me to make it romantic and cute. 
The heat:
Although Touya has somewhat gotten used to the heat due to using his flames so often, his body still takes a toll. So when you’re cuddling up to him at night, nesting together under several of your blankets, Touya is sweating rivers. The sheets are moist. His head is even a little dizzy, but he wouldn’t dare ruin this moment. He would rather suffer a heat stroke than miss an opportunity to cuddle with you. 
He likes the aesthetic of summertime, but the heat? He hates it. It’s an unholy amount of degrees outside and the League of Villains does not have enough money for air conditioning. When he wakes up, steals your phone, checks the weather, and sees that it’s the hottest day of the year so far, he just can’t wait to complain. Until he gets an idea. This gives him the perfect excuse to walk around nearly naked. While you’re still asleep, he’s absolutely giggling as he takes off his pajamas, leaving him in just boxers. He paces around the room grinning until you wake up. “Oh, good morning love. Man, is it hot out today,” he says casually, hands on his hips like a dad at Home Depot. You blink slowly, witnessing his very exposed body first thing in the morning, and now your eyes don’t know where to look. 
He takes cold showers. They’re so very soothing to his scarred body. However, when you’re in the mood to join him in the shower, you always flinch back when you first feel the water, complaining about how cold it is. And without hesitation, Touya will turn the heat up, just so you’re comfortable. 
He is absolutely unbearable when he’s sick with a fever. He’s hot, covered in sweat, coughing, sneezing, and stupidly needy. He will wait until your back is turned so he can bear hug you, smothering you in his sweaty body. It’s so gross, but he’s sick, so you decide to be nicer to him. 
The cold:
Touya is quite fond of winter. The freezing wind feels amazing on his scars. Sometimes he will just stand outside shirtless while it snows. Having enrichment time in his enclosure, you could say. 
Now that it’s much colder, he’s able to smother you with his affection without getting too overheated. He’s extra cuddly, holding you in his arms at any given chance. He was always cuddly before, so now it’s damn near unbearable. Multiple times within the hour he’s going to be picking you up and bringing you somewhere to cuddle.
He will absolutely take advantage of the cold. If he sees you shiver ever so slightly, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and tossing you onto the bed for cuddles. “I’ve gotta keep you warm, love. Can’t have my baby getting sick,” he coos as he swaddles the two of you in blankets, holding you as close as possible.
He’s extra concerned about your health. Him, he’s able to withstand the cold with ease. But you on the other hand, he knows you have the chance of catching a cold. If you’re going outside he’s right behind you, adjusting the hat he got you and making sure it's covering your little ears. He’s wrapping a scarf around your neck and securing it tight. He’s holding your hands in his, using his quirk lightly to warm them up. He’s putting his jacket on you, despite it being a little too big, he insists you wear it to stay warm (He also thinks you look adorable in it.)
Touya will nearly have a heart attack if you do end up catching a cold. All his efforts were for nothing? It must be his fault. He’s blaming himself even if it was unavoidable, He makes it up to you by helping you through every second of your sickness. He’s busting through drug store windows and snatching all the cold medicine. He’s letting you wipe your runny nose on his shirt. He’s putting fluffy socks on your feet and wrapping you up in a blanket burrito so you can’t escape when it’s time to take the nasty medicine. And when you’re coughing up a lung, he’s gently patting your back and offering you some water.
But no matter the weather, no matter the season, no matter the day or week he’s having, he will always love you.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Insecurity
You had always reminded Touya of how absolutely beautiful he was. How his eyes were so strikingly bright blue, making you too shy to maintain eye contact. The way you can see from his face shape that if he had never been in the accident, he would have been very conventionally attractive, even more attractive than you already see him as.
And you thought that you had finally managed to convince him that he truly was beautiful. How he would smirk and blush whenever you complimented him. You were trying so hard to make him see himself as more than a villain, more than just “Dabi”. To see himself as the loving boyfriend he always was to you.
Until one morning, after waking up in your arms, he did his usual morning routine. Prying your clingy body off of his, carefully stretching his limbs to avoid ripping a staple out. Standing up with a groan, adjusting his boxers (the only thing he wears to bed), and trying not to trip over the mess of clothes on the floor as he makes his way to the door. He usually does this before you wake up entirely, but this morning you decided to get up with him. You sat on the bed stretching as he was about to open the door. Which means you saw his morning routine in effect, including the one part you hadn’t seen yet.
Before he opened the door, he glanced at the mirror that was barely still hanging on the wall. He took a glance at himself, his tired gaze clearing up as he shook his head and sighed, then exiting the room. 
The look of disgust on his face was saddening. With just the way he looked at himself, you could tell just how low he thought of himself. You thought of all the times you’ve complimented him, the hundreds of times you’ve kissed his face and called him pretty, the hundreds of times you’ve shyly covered your face and told him that he was so beautiful it was making you blush.
Did he never believe any of it? Did he think you were lying?
Your mind was racing. What were you going to do about this?
You stood up, tripped over the clothes on the floor, and followed Touya out of the bedroom. You ran up behind him, pushing him onto the couch. Before he could even start complaining, you kissed him, your hands nestled in his hair. “You’re so beautiful, Touya,” you smiled, despite the tears about to fall from your eyes. “Everything about you is. Your face, your hands, your scars, your everything, Touya,” you continued, kissing the parts of him you mentioned. 
And he started crying. He cried hard. He didn’t even try to hold it back because he knew it wouldn’t work. You kissed him through his tears.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Touya cries blood.
That fatal day on Sekoto Peak, his tear ducts burnt up. Fire uncontrollably filled his body, charring the corners of his pretty eyes. When he’s overcome with emotion, no salty tears fall down. Just pure blood.
He feels bad about it. When you bring him the rare occasion of crying tears of joy, warm blood seeps down his face. He thinks he ruined the moment. He’ll turn his reddened face away from yours in shame.
No matter how much you comfort him, he will never feel good enough. Never in his life has he felt good enough.
But when you’re tracing the edges of his face, fingers lightly passing by where burnt flesh meets pale skin, he can’t help but give into you. How you tell him he’s beautiful. How he’s uniquely pretty. It almost makes him want to cry, which is what got him into this situation in the first place.
“My love, my darling…” you mumble, kissing his neck as he sits still in your grasp. Every word you say feels like it’s being branded into his skin. You call him beautiful and tingles run down his body, similar to how he feels after using his quirk.
And eye contact, how he trembles when making eye contact. You don’t glare at the corners of his eyes where scar tissue lays. You’re looking at his ocean blue irises. Complimenting his beautiful eyes. He could just… cry.
And he does, he cries. Blood pools down his face, traveling down his neck and staining his white shirt. He almost apologizes before you kiss him, taking his breath away. “You’re very pretty when you cry, Touya,” you smile.
And he can’t help but smile too, his eyes slightly squinting as tears of joy spread across his cheeks.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Touya walks into the room. 
“Grilled cheese.” 
You look at him. “Grilled cheese?” you ask.
“I want… grilled cheese,” he stands there, arms to his side, still as a statue.
“Okay. I will make you grilled cheese,” you answer. 
“Grillmd… chees…” he mumbles as he walks away. 
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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It took a while for Touya to let you call him Touya.
When you first met, it was strictly “Dabi.” No nicknames, either. He was too cool for nicknames. Then he started to loosen up a bit as time passed, enjoying when you called him a dummy, an asshole, a shithead. And then you started dating.
Of course he loved when you called him your darling, your love, your dear. But something felt missing to him. And finally, in a random late night conversation, it clicked. 
He forgets what the conversation was even about. It was late and the two of you were tired. But he remembers something you said to him, presumably after he complained about being his father’s child.
“Dabi, you’re not just your father’s child, you’re you. Separate yourself from him. Take it back. Reclaim yourself.”
He knew what was missing. He wanted you to call him Touya. To reclaim his name. He thought of it as a big “fuck you” to his father. He wasn’t “my son, Touya.” He was “my boyfriend, Touya.” He liked how that sounded. He reclaimed it.
So he asked you to call him Touya. Just you. Because there was something about you that made everything about him better. The way you described his charred skin is like no other. What he sees as disgusting, you call “little lavender body paintings.” He reclaimed these horrid scars, now seeing them as his lover’s favorite part to kiss on his body.
His eyes. He always hated them. They were like carbon copies of his father’s. Until you showered him in compliments, saying you loved how they matched his flames. How they looked like a bright ocean. How they lit up a dark room. He reclaimed his father’s eyes, now seeing them as the way he’s able to see his beautiful partner every day.
His natural white hair. He was able to hide it relatively well, but when you get close to him, you can see the white eyelashes that cover his eyes when he sleeps. The trail of white hair under his belly button. The white roots that grow in when he hasn’t dyed his hair in a while. You like to mention how the soft white compliments the shimmer of his staples and piercings. He forgets all about his family when your nails are scratching at his scalp, nearly purring as you massage his head. 
He’s thought of marrying you hundreds of times. Maybe even starting a family. Reclaiming his last name and adorning it next to your first name. At first he thought of it as yet another “fuck you” to his father, restarting the Todoroki family as perhaps a healthy one between you, him, and maybe some little rascals running around. But he looks at you and is reminded that he isn’t here to annoy his father. He has a purpose. He can live and love like everyone else. 
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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so I just binged all your posts.. and they all made me smile like a fool..
anyways I really like your needy soft touya posts.. so if you'd like to take this request that would certainly make me happy and if you don't that fine :)
I just can't stop thinking about reader who teases touya on how much of a baby he is
how he just can't get enough of you, and obviously your joking but he's just like:
"But I can't get enough of you" :(
anyways take this request or not, I'll still love your blog
Teasing Soft Little Touya
He’s so cute! Such a little baby.
☆彡 Touya is so clingy and needy. He holds onto your shirt when you’re walking around the house.
☆彡 When you’re cooking he places his chin on your shoulder.
☆彡 If he can’t find you in the house he will literally sob and cry out your name and then giggle like an idiot when you come running to him.
☆彡 He absolutely follows you into the bathroom, and he expects you to do the same for him.
☆彡 You’ll gently tease him for all of this and he knows you’re just messing with him, but he knows that you’ll give him lots of sympathy if he pretends to be offended. So…
☆彡 He’ll scratch at his eyes a little so that those bloody tears will come falling. Then he dramatically shoves his face into your chest and whines.
“But I love you so much… why you don’t like it? You dun’ like my love? Hmm?”
“You’re so mean… so mean to your lover…”
“I jus’ wanna give you all my lovin’s… baby :(“
☆彡 Now you’re also crying because he’s adorable and you feel bad.
“You can make me feel better if you… if you cuddle with me…”
☆彡 Now you’re laying in bed and Touya’s sprawled across you, taking a nap while you play with his hair.
☆彡 Soft little baby Touya is the best Touya.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Minecraft With Dabi
I’ve been playing a shitton of Minecraft lately. It’s been nine years since I first started playing and I never get bored of it. But it would be… so much more fun with Touya.
☆彡 You’d think that Touya would be the one venturing into the mines to get ores and kill mobs, but he’s actually the one building the house.
“No, fuck off, I’m building it. This bitch is gonna be a mansion.”
☆彡 He laughs every time you die, but when he does he whines and wants your consolation.
☆彡 He loved the nether update because of the soul fire. It’s blue! This is the only occasion where Touya will leave the house and step forth into the nether, just to collect the materials to decorate the whole house in soul fire.
“Oh yeah. You can tell I live here. Damn straight.”
☆彡He has the strangest aversion to villagers. He’ll be looking for more materials for the house and he’ll stumble across a village. Across the room, you wonder what on Earth he could he swearing about. It’s a villager.
“Ugly ass bitch. The fuck are you looking at? Eat shit.”
☆彡 The only good thing about those villages? The cats! You ask him to go to the village to trade for some materials and he comes back with four cats. They keep sitting on your chests and furnaces and it’s a teeny bit annoying.
“The orange one is Timothy. That one’s Binky. Those two are both named George because why the fuck not. We don’t got any nametags so you better have good memory, doll.”
☆彡 Your beds are next to each other. The most peak form of romance there is. He’s dyed them cyan to match his eye color because he knows you love it. There’s pots with poppy flowers next to them, and in front, a window with a perfect view of the sunset.
☆彡 Any plans you had on killing the ender dragon or wither are getting thrown out the aforementioned window. Touya insists that you’ll end up dying and losing all of your good gear that you worked so hard for, and why beat the bosses when instead you could decorate the house with him?
☆彡 This poor boy is so unbelievably bad at parkour. Hell, he can’t make one-block jumps most of the time. He doesn’t have the best hand-eye coordination when it comes to video games, but still… he’s so… trash at it.
☆彡 He genuinely has a fear of creepers. There are torches scattered inside and out the house because he doesn’t even want to see one of those creatures. There are very, very few times you’ll ever hear Touya yelp in surprise. Most of those times are due to creepers. He’ll be placing down carpets and in the corner of his eye he sees a creeper outside the window… his mouse is on the floor and he accidentally bit his tongue.
☆彡 He’s just the sweetest boy ever. As a reward for doing all the mining, he drops you multiple! stacks! of flowers! There’s an abundance, so many you need separate chests for them. He doesn’t just gift you flowers either. A nice shiny emerald he “found” after verbally assaulting a villager? All yours. A golden apple he found in a desert temple? Just for you. Although you do have to praise him for being so brave and going to that desert temple all by himself. That gets his imaginary tail wagging.
☆彡 He always makes sure to repair your armor and tools. If you put down your gear so you have inventory room for something else, he’s secretly taking them and repairing them, sometimes he even has enough experience saved up to enchant them. It’s always a nice surprise to see the glowing purple on your gear and a smile on Touya’s face.
☆彡 So much swearing. He fell off the roof? “Fucking bullshit, I was crouching!” He can’t find one of his cats? “Where is that little shithead?” There’s a zombie in the house? “Motherfucker, get out of here! Babe, help! There’s a shithead in the storage room!”
☆彡 He thinks of armor as like wearing shoes in the house. When you come home from mining he makes you put your armor onto a stand.
☆彡He makes sure you’re home every night so you can watch the sunset together.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Dabi Acting Like A Kitty 💙
This was inspired by @dabisbabygirl
☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya is a scary, wanted criminal that never hesitates to kill. And he’s sleeping on your lap.
☆彡 Touya actually takes a lot of naps. He’s just such a sleepy boy. Of course, he can’t fall asleep unless you’re holding him close.
☆彡 He enjoys causing chaos. Cats will knock things over, but Touya has thumbs. He’s picking things up and throwing them. If he’s in a particularly nasty mood, he’ll flip every table in the house over then hide in the closet while giggling his ass off.
☆彡 More chaos. Sometimes he’ll randomly run through the room and out again while giggling like a psychopath. It’s cute but also quite concerning. What did he do this time?
☆彡 He has “treats” that you have to give him if you want a favor from him or to bribe him into doing chores. Usually it’s a piece of candy or a kiss on the cheek.
☆彡 He climbs things. Doesn’t mean he knows how to get down, though. As a kid he climbed trees, and he still does, he just can’t get back down after. You have to catch him as he jumps down. (You never end up catching him, he’s too heavy)
☆彡 There are mean cats and there are affectionate cats. He’s a mix of both, but mostly affectionate. He loves to be an asshole, but he loves your attention and care much more.
☆彡 Scratch him behind his ears. He loves those head scratches. Because he wasn’t able to shower often when he was a teenager on the streets, his scalp is very sensitive. So a nice scratching on his head has him melting.
☆彡 He’s very loyal to you. He will quite literally attack anyone that looks at you weird. And there’s no saving for anyone that dares flirts with you.
☆彡 At the end of the day, he just loves you so much. He’s ready to curl up next to you on your nice warm bed, huddled under the blankets and his head on a soft pillow. You saved him, a stray cat.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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More Soft, Needy Dabi 💙
☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya, who will crawl onto your lap and beg for cuddles when you’re trying to play a game on your computer.
“I don’t give a shit about your ‘pvp,’ gimme attention,” he whines, unplugging the mouse and throwing it across the room.
☆彡 Touya having a temper tantrum when you swat away his hand in public. You’re in a crowd and it would be easier to navigate separately, but he wants to hold your hand now.
“Gimme. Gimme. You’re so mean,” he complains, crossing his arms and literally pouting.
☆彡 Touya getting mad when you won’t let him lick the spoon after you bake some cookies. You don’t want him to get sick from the raw dough, but he interprets that as you being a meanie.
“Gimme the stupid spoon. Please? Pretty please? C’mon, I’ll be fine, I don’t get sick. Especially not from some stupid cookie dough,” he babbles on and on, eventually just taking the spoon and the bowl from the counter when you’re not looking.
☆彡 Touya, who is now throwing up at three in the morning because he ate raw cookie dough, is whining and begging you for sympathy while you hold back his hair while he’s “throw-uppie.”
“Is not my fault… just wann’d cookie dough… now I’m all throw-uppie…”
You sigh and pat his back while he bends over the toilet and gets all that cookie dough out of his system. You want to yell at him, but there’s something about a grown, scary man sick from eating cookie dough that’s just a little cute.
☆彡 Touya, your dear, sweet sweet Touya, who just tore open several staples on his chest because his dense ass just walked straight into a table. You have to fix him up while he swears at the table.
“Stupid fucking table… who even put it there… gonna burn it to ashes… fucking table…”
☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya, who is absolutely refusing to let you out of bed. It’s nearly the afternoon and you have things to do, but Touya has thrown his body on top of yours so you physically cannot move.
“Touya, can I get up now?” you ask. “Nope,” he responds plainly, shoving his face into your neck and falling back asleep.
☆彡 Cute, adorable Touya, who is letting you put little braids into his hair, along with some butterfly clips and a flower crown.
“Oh, you’re so cute, Touya,” you smile, kissing his forehead. “Hell fucking yes I am,” he says with a devious smirk on his face.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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could i reuse soft dabi teaching his s/o how to play guitar :)
i love ur work btw it’s very calming😭😭
Soft Dabi Teaching His Lover Guitar
Your beautiful boyfriend Touya stole a guitar the other day and he’s been playing it every waking hour.
He told you how when he was a teenager living on the streets, he had found a guitar and played it for some money. It got stolen one day and he hadn’t played since, so he was quite happy to be able to play again.
You enjoyed seeing him so happy. He was also pretty damn good at playing.
☆彡
“C’mere doll, sit here,” he pulls you onto his lap and positions the guitar across you.
“This note is E, or you can call it 1 to make it easier,” he explains as he guides your hand to strum the note.
“This one is B, or 2,” he continues, helping you play each note.
☆彡
“Now try to play two notes at the same time. There you go, good job darling. I knew you could do it,” he smiles, leaving a kiss on your neck.
“Now these two notes? Good. What about these ones? Perfect. You’re so good at this, love.”
☆彡
He teaches you portions of songs while gently singing the lyrics in your ear. He guides your hand along, placing his fingers over yours.
A moment you’ll remember forever.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Hello 👋 I'm so sorry to bother you but I just love how you portray dabi! I love your style of writing too... again sorry to bother, but if you have time can you pls do a one shot or hcs of davi being sick and having the famous "man flu" and his s/o having to take café of him? Bless your heart!
Soft Dabi With “The Man Flu”
Oh, poor Touya. Twice sneezed on him a few days ago and now he has a little cold. He’s denying it, saying it’s impossible, that he could never get a cold. But he’s acting otherwise when he realizes how much attention he can get from you.
☆彡
“My darling, my love… I can’t get up, can you bring me a snack? Please?” he weakly asks while he’s sprawled on the bed like a corpse.
You bring him a snack and he insists that his arms are just too frail to feed himself and that you have to do it.
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“Baby c’mere… I’m so cold, come warm me up,” he whines. You know damn well he’s lying because he quite literally is built for the cold and can easily warm himself up with his quirk. But how could you say no to his little face?
He pulls you on top of him and snuggles with you. He is disgustingly sweaty, but he won’t let you go.
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He throws his tissues at you and laughs at your despair.
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When you’re not looking he runs over, rubs his wet nose all over your shirt, then giggles as he crawls back into bed.
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He will absolutely fake sneeze and complain if you don’t give him sympathy.
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You have to basically throw him into a bath because he doesn’t want to. However, he’ll suddenly be very interested in the idea of a bath if you say you’ll join him.
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He whines about everything. Even the small things he can easily fix by himself. But he’s just so frail and fragile that you have to do it.
“Doll… the sun is in my face. Can you adjust the curtains…”
“Darling, I accidentally kicked the blanket off the bed. Can you get it for me~?”
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About four days into his sickness, he starts showing signs of feeling better, but he refuses to say otherwise.
He insists he’s still very sick and that you need to keep taking care of him.
Although he ends up changing his mind when he tries to take your clothes off and you say he’s too sick for that.
Suddenly he’s healthy again.
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Hi Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day and hope I'm not wasting your time
I would like to request (if it's okay) where the reader is a new recruit to the LOV and is extremely gorgeous and Soft Dabi's reaction and what he would do! <3
You don't need to do this if you don't want too, otherwise, have a nice day! <3
I like this idea :)
Dabi has one goal on his mind. Revenge.
He won’t let anything get in his way, nothing at all.
Until…
He saw you.
Shigaraki had come back from a trip to find some more members, and he came back with you.
“This is Y/N. They seem promising so for the love of god, don’t scare them away,” he said before wandering off to his room to play video games.
Dabi was busy fucking around with the settings on his new phone that he stole got, not even bothering to look up at you.
And then he heard your voice.
“Hi, nice to meet you all,” you spoke.
Dabi was damn near taken away. Your voice was so soft and inviting. He was getting so used to the league’s constant yelling and bitching, so your voice was like a lullaby after a war.
He whipped his head up and nearly said “fuck” out loud, but managed to keep it in his head. You were so… pretty. His pupils widened as he breathed in deeply. His mouth even opened a little.
Toga motioned for you to sit next to her, but Dabi quickly made sure that wouldn’t happen. “Yo. Don’t sit next to her, she’ll try and take your blood,” he spoke, causing Toga to stomp away angrily. He realized afterwards that he subconsciously deepened his voice, perhaps attempting to sound more attractive.
As you sit next to him instead, he quickly remembers that he, in his opinion, isn’t pretty at all. His heart nearly stopped when you looked at him. He quickly threw his hood on and tried to hide his face a little. He was fucked. There was no way someone like you could like him… right?
“What’s your name?” you asked.
“T- Dabi. I go by Dabi,” he responded.
He was internally panicking. Did he seriously nearly say his real name? How could you possibly be having such a big impact on him that he forgot his damn codename?
And so you continued to have a conversation with him for what felt like hours, because it was hours. You and him had completely lost yourselves in each other’s company. And the longer you talked, the more of your personality showed. The more your personality showed, the more Dabi started to absolutely fall for you. You were so perfect.
But after that day, Dabi started to distance himself from you. If you were in a room, he wasn’t in it. He would avoid conversations about you or with you. You even asked Shigaraki about it and he told you that Dabi simply doesn’t like people, and that’s probably the case.
You were upset, but it’s not like you could change his personality. So you decided to forget about him.
And Dabi did not like that.
He started to notice you weren’t looking for him anymore. You weren’t asking anyone where he was. If he walked into the room, you weren’t looking at him anymore.
He was so… angry? Sad?
He didn’t know how he felt. All he knew is that he wanted his attention back. He was distancing himself because he didn’t know how to cope with the emotion of love, but now he has to cope with feeling abandoned. He doesn’t like that at all.
He came up with a plan. If nobody was in the room but you, he’d approach and start a conversation with you. Just the two of you. At first you were confused, after all you thought he didn’t like you, but you were just happy he was talking to you again.
You picked up on the fact that he seemed very nervous when he talked to you. He never hesitated to insult and slap the shit out of everyone else in the league, but with you? With you he would be biting his nails and bouncing his leg, stuttering on his words when he made eye contact with you.
It was kinda cute. You would tease him a little to get more cute reactions out of him. He’d respond along the lines of “shut up” or “quit that” but in a whiney little voice.
You didn’t find it as funny when he started to tease you back. He started getting comfortable and bolder, and was not hesitating to make you blush like crazy.
Now the two of you are flirting like lovesick teenagers and the rest of the league is placing bets on how long it takes until you start dating.
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