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bruh somebody call a waambulance

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[𝟔:𝟓𝟓 𝐀𝐌] - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

“why me?” you groaned dramatically as you opened the passenger door to sero’s car. as usual, the seat was a mess, littered with empty bags of snacks he’d eaten the last time he’d driven and what you imagined was his bag for your upcoming trip. you grimaced as you gathered all the garbage and tucked it away in one of the cupholders. his bag found a home on the floor next to your own so you could make room on the cushioned leather for yourself. for someone showing up at your house before the sun rose, he wasn’t very considerate of the space you’d be occupying. once all of your limbs and belongings made it safely into the car, you slammed the passenger door, petulantly crossing your arms.

“woah, watch the door, grumpy.”

Okumaya devam et

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it's April 4 today so u know what that means

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i really like to think that the twins save their big news until they see other bc they want the other to be the first to know

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BSAHAJHAAHSHWJQHA OK THAT WAS FUNNY LMAO

omg late but my self ship playlists are just sad themselves 💀 once scortons creek by isaac dunbar plays im in tears there is no way back

see i don’t have any playlists actually made yet but i live in fear of what you just described 💀 like imagine just vibing and then the most heart wrenching song comes on and you’re just… sad. like i’d have to turn the playlist of after that LMAO

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“sorry.” suna sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as you stared down in disbelief at your boyfriend osamu, his head laid down on the table as he giggled and spouted nonsense to himself. “how much did he drink?” you pinched the bridge of your nose, frown deepening by the second. “i don’t think you wanna know.” suna awkwardly laughed refusing to meet your irritated gaze.

huffing, you strode over to your drunk 6’4 boyfriend who still had yet to notice your presence. “we’re going.” you tapped his shoulder, and ushered him to get up quickly to which he refused. gasping, heat rushed to osamu’s face as he took in your pretty features. “well hey you.” he giggled childishly causing you to groan.

osamu was a clingy drunk but only when it came to you. despite acting like it was love at first sight everytime you’d come to pick him up from drinking, your boyfriend would only ever pay these compliments and cling onto you, nobody else would suffice and while you found it endearing, it was 2am and you didn’t have the patience to play into osamu’s scripted drama tonight.

“i’m the prettiest person you’ve ever seen before and you’re in love with me, yes i know, now lets get moving.” you sighed yet couldn’t hold back the small smile tugging on your lips. heaving your boyfriend up, you nodded a ‘thanks’ to suna as he smiled. “thanks, i would help you but…” you laughed and waved him off signalling it was okay. if suna were to help you move osamu to your car, your boyfriend would sulk and refuse to move until anyone but you were holding him. even beyond drunk he was still possessive over you which you strangely found security in.

dragging the restaurant owner to the passenger seat of your car, you heaved out in relief. his weight was finally off of you and after battling him into his seatbelt you practically jumped into your seat out of both accomplishment and excitement as the reunion between yourself and your bed was now one step closer.

before you could slam your foot down to accelerate, you felt something hit your shoulder causing you to flinch out of surprise. “‘m sorry.” you heard a mumble as osamu buried his face in further to your neck. “it’s okay.” you reassured him, gentle hand reaching up to stroke his hair for a few moments.

“i just love you so much but make you come out and get me, i’m a bad boyfriend.” you laughed, body turning to face his properly. “you’re not a bad boyfriend at all.” you hummed, the desire to get home as quickly as possible now put to the side. “you cook nice food for me, you make me coffee every morning exactly how i like it, you help me keep our home clean, you always make me feel good about myself and us, you’re a great boyfriend samu.” you felt hot breath against your skin as osamu sighed out of relief into your neck. “promise?” “promise.” you nodded, body leaning back to coax him off of you.

placing his hand on your thigh to keep some sort of contact with you, your boyfriend leaned back in his seat, eyes soft as he gazed at you lovingly. “i love you.” he muttered, voice thick with exhaustion. “i love you too,” you replied, key turning to start the engine. “even if you do irritate me.”

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their unconventional love languages !

✸ ft. suna, matsukawa, sakusa, akaashi, & atsumu

✸ info + warnings: fluff

✸ SUNA loves taking naps with you. it used to be easy for him to fall asleep anywhere and at any time, but ever since the two of you got together, he finds it much more desirable to have you wrapped in his arms while he drifts off into a restful slumber. he’s gotten so used to having your presence beside him in his bed or on top of him on the couch that he has trouble falling asleep when you aren’t with him. the steady rise and fall of your breathing joined with the warmth of your body against his is enough to have suna’s eyes fluttering and lips parting, soft snores filling the otherwise silent room. you always wake before him and are left with the duty of being his human alarm clock. your efforts to rouse him are almost always are fruitless, as he only tightens his hold on you and begs for five more minutes through groans thick with sleep and lazy kisses pressed to the pulse on your neck.

✸ MATSUKAWA shows that he’s always thinking of you by constantly texting you. his messages range from thoughtful “good morning”s to dumb memes accompanied by “lol you” to text pranks he’s seen online that he can’t resist trying on you. he can’t help but smile when he sees the three little dots bouncing—a sign that you’re typing out a response. no matter your reply, his chest always rumbles with laughter upon reading the words displayed on his screen. he’s thoroughly content when his silly photos are met with some of your own and beyond entertained when he finally catches you with a prank you haven’t already seen. even when you berate him for losing focus at work and spending time on his phone when he’s not supposed to, all he can do is smirk and brush it off. he knows that he has other priorities, but whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s quick to let you know that you’re on his mind.

✸ SAKUSA stays up late to spend time with you. after long days of grueling practice, eventful matches, and traveling, the only thing that used to be on sakusa’s mind was taking a hot shower and collapsing on the bed to get some much-needed rest. the shower still stands, but ever since he’s started coming home to you greeting him from the bed, he’s more willing to sacrifice a couple hours of sleep to talk about your day or tell you about his. a small smile finds its way to his lips at the way you rant about a rude encounter over the blow-dryer with a raised voice. he’s tempted to let his eyes drift shut as you card your fingers through his curls, making sure none of the hair is still wet. but he perseveres, responding to your ramblings with soft hums as he lays beside you. it doesn’t matter how long his day was or how tired he is when walking through the door—kiyoomi tries his hardest to dedicate as much time to you as he can before sleep takes over him.

✸ AKAASHI lends you his favorite books. the margins are littered with jottings of his written thoughts and highlighted text of the lines that stuck out most to him. he always apologizes for how messy they are, but the discussions you two have makes his nearly illegible handwriting the least of his worries. even if you don’t have the same taste as him or prefer a genre he wouldn’t normally read, he finds himself wandering to that section of the bookstore he frequents to skim over the summaries of those stories to see if they sound like something you might be interested in. at least two always make their way into the pile he carries to the register. he reads them first, taking note of his favorite parts and passages that he knows you’ll enjoy before handing the book off to you. he loves seeing how excited you get upon finishing them and swears he could listen to each and every one of your words without ever getting bored.

✸ ATSUMU calls you cute nicknames in favor of your actual name. he rarely ever uses your full name anymore, always opting for a shortened version of it or a different pet name entirely. it doesn’t stem from his playful annoyance, but, rather, atsumu’s desire to share something between just the two of you. as soon as people start picking up on the name and calling you such, he’s on a mission to come up with one that’s uniquely his. maybe it’s childish to want to keep something as trivial as a nickname to himself, but at some point, the name becomes reserved for when the two of you are alone or around strangers who aren’t likely to be listening in on your conversations. of course he feels special addressing you as an exclusive name that’s only ever muttered by him, but the fact that you’re able to tell it’s him whenever you hear the string of letters you’ve grown to answer to is what atsumu loves most about it—and he hopes you feel the same.

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how cruel.

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todoroki touya isn’t a despicable man.

at least, you don’t think he is.

not as he gently holds your hand in his, applying rubbing alcohol with a cotton ball to make sure your cut doesn’t get infected — wrapping it in a bandage, making sure it isn’t too incredibly tight.

“ya gotta be more careful,” he starts, looks up at you with such tenderness you want to be drowned in all of his love. “or what will ya do when i’m not ‘round?”

“it was an accident, i’m always careful.”

“obviously not careful enough.”

you rest your head against his chest, sigh. the sound of his beating heart blends with the sound of rain and you look down at the way touya still holds onto your hand — softly, lovingly.

todoroki touya is a good lover, you think.

and not only because he bandages your hand, but because he makes you feel safe in the wee hours of the night — when there’s thunder, when you have a nightmare. because he feeds you cantaloupe on hot summer days out on your balcony, because you feel him pour his love into your heart and soul as he holds you by the waist as you shower.

you stare up at him, sheepish smile on your face. “then you’ll have to stay with me forever, huh?” you lean back again, wrap your arms around his neck.

“yeah,” he caresses your cheek with his thumb and you feel that tender love again. “i guess so.”

it’s quiet — todoroki touya doesn’t think he deserves your sweet loving, thinks he doesn’t deserve to wake up next to you every morning.

and as if you feel his silent doubts and worries, you smile, kiss him. “i love you.”

because todoroki touya deserves the universe, not the cruel world. he deserves the moon and the stars and every flower plucked by your hands (because, you think, you’d like to give every single one to him).

his breath catches in his throat. “i love you, too.”

todoroki touya isn’t a despicable man.

at least, you don’t think he is.

not when he’s handed you his heart on a silver platter and not when he treats you with such gentleness.

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⚡M S B Y⚡

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Synopsis: Again you find yourself late to some stupid PR interview that you have no interest in doing although you are not to blame for being late. Rushed in without even time to blink you're thrown together in a killer outfit, in this case literally. Your choker is too tight and you can't seem to fix it thanks to the type it is. Will anyone come to your rescue or will you have to suffer the entire three hour time slot pulling at a chain?

A/N & wc : okay so again I saw something and was possessed until I wrote it. Here's a cute bakugou thing. 1700

It was already a busy and stressful day as you were being rushed into the giant studio with blinding lights. A “small” interview for the top ten heroes. You were lucky number seven.

And yet you never did have any luck.

You were late thanks to the paparazzi swarming the surrounding area, all of the media that did not make the cut or formally sign up vying for any sort of exclusive. Once you were inside the dressing room you lost all autonomy of your body. Hair styled up and away from your throat. Makeup slapped on beautifully while they put you into a tight black designer dress. You pull at the skirt and before you say you'll place your choker on the stylist has already linked it together. And much too tight.

Of course it's not one you can easily fix either. As you fumble with the unhooking interlocking links to no avail. You can't stop to ask anyone as you hear them counting down to go live.

Five

You rush to the empty cushion on the odd set up. They have the seating in tiers, like an old outdoor auditorium. Just long curved seats with cushions.

Four

You straighten your skirt and adjust your knees so that no one gets a glance at your black thong. Cursing the designer of this set and dress.

Why the fuck did they put me and Momo on the top row?!

From across Todoroki she gives you a shared look as if she thought the same thing.

Three

Your fingers go back to the too tight choker

Two

You give a small curse before training your face

And as the man beside the camera mouths one you swallow against the choker and try to suck it up.

"Welcome to the very first intimate interview with our top ten heros!" The host says with a smile, as you hate every second that this is live, "You may be asking yourself, if it's the top ten then why are there eleven people?"

"It's a funny story really. But old rivals Izuku Midoriya and Bakugou Katsuki share the number one position!"

The camera zooms in on both men on the bottom row as reflected by the giant TV behind the crew showing what was being streamed live. When the camera pans over everyone again you check that your skirt is fine before watching your fingers rub against the chain around your throat. Quickly you pull your hand away. Watching everyone's faces as they go through the list from top to bottom.

Todoroki number Two sits beside you and to his right is Momo who is number three.

Four and five, Kirishima and Mina respectively on the tier below you.

Six, Denki Kaminari who sits diagonal from you and in front of Sho. He gives the camera a wink before it zooms in you.

You give one of your cat like smiles, eyes sparkling as if you knew something they didn't. Before it moved on to the rest.

Eight Kendo, Nine Inasa and not too far in tenth is Shindou Yo.

Everyone is wearing their colors although muted in black. Deep greens, blues, yellows, reds, and pinks while you're the only one in solid black. As that was the color of your hero uniform.

It hasn't even been more than ten minutes but two things were really getting under your skin. One the biting sensation of the linked choker that you catch yourself touching when you speak and the heat of the lamps over head and Shouto's body heat from his fiery quirk was not helping. Momo was lucky to be on his cooler side.

You sigh softly, listening intently to questions. You figured they were mostly going to question the top five. And even more so Bakugou and Midyoria since they came in as a tie for the third year in a row.

The two big men sit beside one another and it's laughable how their personalities contradict. Izuku sits straight and smiles when he's asked a question. Bakugou sits with his legs wide, sometimes leaning on his knees or the tiered step behind him as if he were bored.

Irritated, especially when a stage hand would come and ask him to get more in frame.

"Hah?!" He'd snarl but the fans loved him for some reason. You work in the same agency as him but never worked with him.

Everyone said he was a brute and difficult. That much you could see. Fingering the cool metal links that constrict your throat.

The interviewer who stays off screen laughs, "I was asking Mr. Dynamight if there was a missus?"

"Ain't no missus. Don't want one." He leaves it at that and the interviewer is just happy he hasn't dropped the F bomb yet. They clear their throat before they call on your name.

"Is there a significant other in your life?" You're caught off guard, fingers flying to your lap.

Why the fuck would they ask you this? You know it's just a dumb filler question but no one knew you'd just broken off an engagement. Hell no one even knew you were dating anyone. You laugh but the sound seems sadder than you want it to come out. Denki cranes his neck to look at you with a sad smile, as your best friend he knew.

And he'd take it to his grave.

"Ah, um," You hate when you struggle to talk, people question your competency then. You want to ask, like you've done at all of your other interviews, How is this question relevant to my person as a Pro Hero?

And they always stumble over themselves as they say people just want to know about your personal life and you'd always say But I'm a Professional Hero.

"No, I'm single." You sigh, trying to regain composure before they move to ask heartthrob Denki. Instantly he becomes electrifying.

"I'm single and would love to take you out on a date." He winks into the glass lens as a stagehand quietly comes to get Bakugou's attention.

"Um-um can you get more in-" Before the stage hand can finish Bakugou is rising and the camera pans out. Watching him take his cushion as he quiets his anger. All eyes on him before he climbs the tiers. Tossing his cushion to sit next to you.

He tilts his head and fixes the coordinator a look as if to say "is this fucking better?!"

The collective held breath is let go as the interviewer focuses on Mina who happily shows off her new and large engagement ring.

He lets his legs stay open, his thick thigh touching yours as he lets his forearms rest on his thighs. Movement keeps catching the corner of his eye and he sees you messing with that choker again. He figures it must be bothering you and hits your thigh with his. You look up at him, hand still around your throat before you stop. Thinking that's what he means. He rolls his eyes and sits up. Roughly pulling your cushion and by proxy you, closer to him. The camera just happens to pan out as his warm fingers touch the nape of your neck. Suddenly you're hyper aware of how close he is and how fucking good he smells. Like caramel and sweet smoke.

He makes quick work of undoing the links, taking the choker into his hands. He adjusts the length while a few of the heroes make witty comments as they watch some stupid replay of what the interviewer calls "hero bloopers" that will eventually seqwyay into their most exhilarating highlights. Izuku hits a wall of Shouto's ice that pops up unexpectedly and they all share a laugh but you and Bakugou.

You're too busy watching him and questioning the flutter of your heart while your stomach twits. After a few moments he holds it away from him. Making sure the space would be the perfect fit before he moves to you.

You think he is just going to pass the choker to you but he doesn't.

Oh no, this brute, this hot headed man with deadly hands go around you. Bringing the choker to the front and gently wrapping it around. Linking the chain before he slips in his pinky in the back to make sure there is enough room before he pulls away. He taps his throat silently asking if it's still too tight, a scowl on his face but eyes laced in concern.

Heat floods your system, flustering you so much you almost have quirk failure on set. You shake your head no and then the most handsome, prideful smirk pulls at his lips.

Fuck, was this the same Bakugou everyone in the agency had been talking about?

You didn't think he was all that mean now that you were sitting next to him. He leans back putting his arm up on the tier behind the two of you. His thigh still touching yours. If the setting had been any different and if you hadn't known any better, you'd think this was him claiming you as his.

But that couldn't be so. He just said he wasn't interested in anyone. So surely he wasn't interested in you.

The rest of the interview went on without a hitch and you found yourself sitting straighter as you sat next to the relaxed Dynamight. Some heroes linger and mingle but you don't.

You give Denki a quick hug before you disappear.

You and Bakugou are the only two missing.

Taking cars in different directions.

But what neither of you know is that a fan clipped Bakugou's angry walk to sit next to you and then the part where he helps you with your choker.

Comments will flood in and all they'll say is

"HOLY HELL LOOK HOW HE LOOKS AT HER"

"HE NOTICED. HE NOTICED IT BOTHERED HER AND HE FIXED IT"

"YO IS SHE FALLIN IN LOVE?! I MEAN SHIT I WOULD BE TOO"

"WAIT WAIT I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THEY WERE THE FIRST TWO TO LEAVE! AT THE SAME TIME! THEY HAVE TO BE A COUPLE! "

And that's how you found out how the rumor started that you were dating Bakugou Katsuki.

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they notice you fell asleep !

✸ ft. bakugo, deku, sero, & shinsou

✸ info + warnings: fluff

✸ BAKUGO huffs out a laugh when your head comes to rest on his shoulder not even halfway through the movie you insisted on watching. if you were awake, he’d say “i told you so,” but he was willing to set his competitive nature aside to shamelessly stare at your sleeping figure. while the sight of you resting so tranquilly was one he could swear he’d never get tired of, he’d rather you not wake up with a sore neck due to what had to have been an uncomfortable position. so he carefully slides a hand beneath your head, slipping out from under you before hooking his arm below your knees and effortlessly carrying you back to the bedroom. he’s quick to shut off the tv and lights before joining you on the mattress and wrapping you in his warmth.

✸ DEKU only realizes you’ve knocked out when you fail to answer his question even after he repeats himself. he figures either the soothing circles he was tracing on your arm or the sound of his voice as he rambled on about the book he was reading must have lulled you asleep. your head had made a home on his lap and the rise and fall of your chest was steady with slumber. the last thing he wants to do is wake you, so he leaves you be, keeping as still as he can as he reaches over to grab the blanket hanging from the arm of the couch. unfolding it comes as a bit of a challenge, but he easily drapes the fabric over you, brushing any hair away from your forehead to place a kiss on the skin.

✸ SERO smiles and pulls out his phone, seeing it as an opportunity to expand the content of his camera roll. he even goes as far as making cute little poses, but nothing enough to disturb you; like forming half of a heart with his hand and holding it up to your cheek with a goofy grin playing at his lips as he presses the shutter button. when he’s had his fun using you as a model, he browses through each photo he’s taken before he lands on the one he likes the most, setting it as his new lock screen. he knows you’ll end up giving him shit for it the next morning, and while the does smirk that appears on his face whenever you point an accusing finger at him for taking unflattering pictures of you is inevitable, he truly does find you beautiful when you’re asleep.

✸ SHINSOU is more than familiar with your tendency to crawl on top of him and get comfortable as if you were one of his beloved feline friends. though, your cheek is usually pressed to his chest so that you can see the television. if not that, your chin rests on his sternum as you tell him about your day, your fingers leisurely running through his hair. so when you’re unimpressed groans at the events playing out on your favorite show fail to fill the room, shinsou’s focus turns from his phone to your unmoving figure. the light that reflects in your irises as you stare intently at the screen is missing, traded in for closed eyelids and thick eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks. he silently smiles, locking his phone and setting it to the side before wrapping his arms around you to join you in dreamland.

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ଓ featuring   :   bakugo katsuki from my hero academia 

ଓ word count   :   460 words

ଓ content warnings : tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral! reader, mentions of an ex-boyfriend

Bakugo blinks at you, like he doesn’t quite believe the words that are coming out of your mouth right now. “What do you mean he never cuddled with you?” he demands, his brows furrowed together to create a crease between them, his figure looming over yours where the two of you sit on his bed. 

Okumaya devam et

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[ 𝟗:𝟏𝟗 𝐩.𝐦 ] - 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

"hey." you knock on shinsou's door, the soft tap of your knuckles ignored.

"hey," you repeat, knocking louder. "let me in, toshi, please. i'm sorry." you sigh when you get no response in return, pulling haphazardly on the handle. "hitoshi!"

there's silence for a second, then you hear subtle shifting on the other side, his slow footsteps making their way to the door.

"what is it?" your boyfriend unlocks the door, his lower lip jutting out in a sulky pout. "i don't want to talk to you."

you cross your arms across your chest, looking him up and down. "c'mon," you reason, "it doesn't look half-bad."

"it was my favorite t-shirt y/n!" shinsou gestures to his exposed stomach, "now it just looks like i raided some kid's closet."

you slap a hand over your mouth, choking back a laugh—he's not wrong. his oversized t-shirt now clings to his skin, the previously white fabric now stained pink. the cartoon cat print is strewn across his chest, its poor body stretched up to shinsou's sides.

"it's cute, babe," you snort, pressing your face to his chest as your hand pokes at his stomach, "you look like my pretty baby now—playing your part, huh?"

"shut it," shinsou grumbles, pushing you back with a hand to your face (and although his will falters when you groan apologetically into his chest, he stubbornly refuses to forgive you). "still not talking to you."

you grab at his arm, slipping under it to press a kiss to his cheek. "okay," you start, blinking your eyes innocently (and shinsou struggles to not kiss you right then and there), "how about i buy you a new one?"

"then i might talk to you,"—he responds , narrowing his eyes at the giddy expression on your face (still struggling, by the way)—"what are you planning?"

"nothing at all." you throw an arm around his neck, smiling when he instinctively rubs his cheek against yours. "so," you turn to properly face him, "shopping date tomorrow?"

and as he reluctantly nods, walking back to his bed—only this time inviting you to lay with him on it, shinsou's sulky pout transforms into a toothy smile. perhaps he can forgive you after all.

@advocate-thoughts hope you're happy 😋 @uxavity he and thank you @miyasann <3

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“ dating hcs ” [ dabi ]

-> summary: the mandatory, cliche, what dating touya todoroki would include headcanons.

-> pairing: dabi x gn!reader

-> word count: 1024

-> a/n: gn!reader, my favouritsm is really showing in these... hawks, bakugou, and dabi have been the longest so far... oops

↳ dabi is a very devoted person, in every way you can think. he's not used to being cared for and loved as he's definitely not someone who easily feels comfortable around people. so, when he finds someone who loves him unconditionally, someone who looks after him and cares- he's hooked.

↳ this devotion is very apparent too, despite his aloofness and controlled expressions, his entire being changes whenever he sees you. his shoulders droop, hard lines softening as his face lights up.

↳ he’s very protective of you. he knows firsthand how cruel the world can be and he vows to do everything in his power to ensure you never suffer at the hand of it. gets even scarier when he feels you’ve been threatened- let alone injured. anyone who even so much as tosses an ill word your way is facing his wrath.

↳ he tries not to think too hard about the idea of being separated from you, but it does worry him. it shows in the way he kisses you before leaving for a mission- long enough to leave you breathless and his body curved over yours- like he's trying to memorize every part of you.

↳ speaking of kissing, he does it constantly- in every form. he’ll tip your head back to dot one onto your forehead when passing behind you, pull you back into him so he can pepper them along or neck, or cup your jaw to splatter kisses over every inch of your face- ending with your lips. doesn’t pull away until he’s completely sated and you’re heaving and breathless. even then, he probably steals another.

↳ dabi couldn’t care less about pda. if he wants to show you affection, he’s going to show you affection. whenever you go out, usually at night and heavily disguised, he never shies away from kissing you or tossing an arm around you. he wants to touch you and it lets everyone know you’re taken.

↳ he’s also touch-starved and clingy, even if he refuses to admit it. whenever you’re just moving around your apartment, he’ll drape himself over you. doesn’t matter what you were doing before, now you’re also supporting his entire weight. he likes how simple the gesture is, the casual comfort. he can push all his weight off onto you and nuzzle his way into your neck as you continue what you were doing, never having to say anything.

↳ he’s always actively seeking out your touch in little ways, too. he’ll sneak his hand into yours when your sitting beside each other or lean his head against your shoulder while watching a movie. he chases your hands when you straighten his collar or brush his bangs out of his eyes.

↳ dabi’s preferred affection is lying on top of you while you drag your hands through his hair, scratching against his scalp and tracing shapes alone his spine. he melts against you, hard lines of his body soaking into yours. it feels like he’s trying to fuse himself against you. not that you really want to complain- he’s always so warm and the weight of him pressed against your collarbones is very comforting.

↳ he finds it nearly impossible to fall asleep without you as he sleeps with you curled around him, the comforting weight of you and your smell all around him, he can truly turn his brain off and rest. he doesn’t have to think about anything else, just the fact that you’re there and not going anywhere.

↳ dabi’s not really good with words, so he relies on other forms of love. he always brings you back little gifts when he’s away- whether that be an hour or a week. he’ll bring you your favourite snack or drink just to show you that he’s thinking of you. he wants you to know that he’s looking out for you like you do for him. he also brings back anything that he comes across that reminds him of you- little knick-knacks or weird key chains.

↳ he gets really soft when you show him how much you are. be it helping him dye his hair or paying extra attention to his scars. anytime you make an effort to kiss the scarred skin of his face he turns into a puddle in the palms of your hands. it makes him feel cared for and fuzzy. makes him feel loved.

↳ he prefers late night dates over day ones, both for convenience and because they feel more special to him. he’ll take you somewhere obscure to stargaze or to some hidden away cafe for a coffee. he likes doing inside dates at night, too. spending hours binging cheesy movies or hovering over you while you cook dinner. nighttime dates just feel more intimate to him.

↳ just because he loves you doesn’t mean he isn’t a complete annoying menace too. he likes to teasingly get on your nerves constantly. Whenever you ask him for a favour or to do something for you- he says no. flatly staring you down with a quirked brow, but when you come back- whatever you asked of him is done. he just likes to poke at you.

↳ dabi always eats off your plate. you could have two of the exact same meal and he’ll still eat off yours more, he likes the closeness that sharing provides. if you complain- saying that he has his own, he’ll just smirk over at you as he continues to help himself. you can both eat his afterwards.

↳ but, no matter how much of a jerk he can be- he still goes out of his way to care for you. he always drapes his coat over you when it's cold or holding it over you while it rains. he makes sure you’re safe- even when you’re not around to see it.

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[ly-katsuki]

do you think we could get a megumi doodle? i love your artstyle so much and i’d love to see him in it 🥺

yes sure!!

here's megumi for you anon!

I did draw him in the past too lol here's the tag!

[ly-katsuki]

nope nope nope all my self ships are taking my last name when we get married bc none of theirs sound right