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Pairing: Dabi and you

Tags: Domestic fluff, Dabi is a little shit, fluff, Dabi loves you, NO ANGST, pure fluff

Warnings: Cursing and Curse words, maybe implications of smut at the end?

A/N: first time doing this lol, please lmk if you like it! If you have any requests for headcanons or imagines, ask away!

- boy is touch starved.

- If he’s trusting you enough to be in a committed relationship, he trusts you enough to let his guard down around you.

- Maybe he’s a little subtle in public, sticking to hand holding or maybe casually slinging his arm over your shoulder or around your waist. But in private? Koala bear. If you’re laying in bed he’ll collapse on you like a weighted blanket. If you’re sitting up and working maybe, he’ll sit by your side and literally melt into you.

- If that’s not enough, he’ll shift your legs so they’re laying over him, till you’re practically in his lap and his arms are around you and yeah he’s satisfied now.

- Does not always say he wants affection, will just come up to you and bite your shoulder. You’re supposed to understand.

- You call him by his given name when you’re in private. He insists.

You were by the lab, going over Himiko’s blood samples, trying to see if she responded well to the latest batch of iron capsules you gave her. You were just finishing up, and you felt a sharp pain in your right shoulder, and then the creature that bit you pressed its face into your neck, its arms engulfing you in a hug.

“Baby, you have to stop doing that while I’m working.”

“How long’s it gonna take?” He asked, his voice muffled by your apron.

“If you called and asked like a normal person, I would have told you that I’m almost done.”

“Hmm not fast enough.”

He stayed like that until you were done lmao.

- Lets you fix his staples if they fall out, says it hurts less if you do it. Give him lots of aftercare and kisses after you patch him up and he’s a goner.

- Trace his scars. Kiss his scars. Trust.

- Also comb your fingers through his hair, when he’s laying on top of you, or in your lap. He loves it.

- He alone loves it when you give him nicknames! Slip it into casual conversation and Touya will die. The first time you called him babe, he ran into a wall.

- He does not hold back on giving you compliments ong

- You do something he thinks is cute, he will squish your cheeks so your lips are all puckered up and peck you.

- He’s an ass in a cute way tho). Stongly believes that it’s his god given right to annoy the fuck out of you.

- He has a killer sense of humor.

- Smacks your ass as he’s walking by.

- Cooks really really well. I mean, he lived alone for most of his life, he picked up cooking along the way.

- Can’t bake for shit tho

“You’re a witch.”

“Touya, it’s just bread?”

“Witch. You harbour unnatural skills. They would have burnt you for less.” He says, holding up a cross and a rosary. Where the fuck did he even get those.

“Where the fuck did you even get those.” You said, placing the freshly baked bread on the counter to cool, the recipe of which you stole from a trending channel. It had all kinds of spices and herbs. Yum.

“They won’t trade with your kind.” He said, flicking water at you now.

You wiped the droplets with a nearby napkin. “Touya what the fuck.” Was that holy water? Where does he keep getting these—

“Does it burn?” He said, with a shit eating grin on his face.

“First of all, that’s for demons and second, you don’t even believe in god Touya. Which poor soul did you steal these from—”

“Nicked it from Spinner.”

- does not mind expressing his love verbally, just doesn’t do it often.

- but he likes when you tell him you love him. Pretty boy just doesn’t expect anyone to actually like him but that’s an issue for another day

- Worships the ground you walk on.

- Looooves making you beg for things.

You were sure you placed the toolkit in the cabinet above the sink, where you could reach for it easily. With the determination of a fish trying to get back into water, you tore the entire kitchen apart, and then some, looking for your beloved toolkit. Motherfucker where was it?

The sun was out, the wind was breezy, you had just finished reading a book, now was the perfect time to build the bookshelf he bought at the knock-off Ikea that was lying around for months. And then you remembered that you lived with a troglodyte.

“Not funny Touya.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said, looking way too amused at the way you were scurrying around the house.

“Touya, sweetie, give it the fuck back.”

He had that stupid smirk on his face again. Gods you wanted to pin him to the wall and kiss that stupid fucking smirk off of his face. NO we gotta focus.

“No.”

“I beg your finest fucking pardon?”

“If this is you begging, you’re not doing it very well.”

Yeah he wasn’t gonna give it back anytime soon.

You took a deep breath. You're in love with this man, you love this man, you love this man.

“Please? Touya?”

“Ahahahahah no.” you love this man, you love this man. you love this man, you love this man, you love this man, you love this man. you love this man.

“Touya, sweetheart, angel, light of my life, please give me my tools back so I may build the bookshelf you bought.”

He cackled. He cackled. Like a fucking hyena. Before talking. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you wanna do?”

“Uh huh like what?”

“Like spending time with your poor, lonely boyfriend on this fine, fine day?” He clutches his chest as though he was in pain.

You softened at that. Aww that’s actually pretty sweet. Wait. Until you remembered. Again. And now your eye was twitching.

“….I was literally laying down on your lap until now Touya what—”

He looked thoughtful now. Yes!

“Hmm no. Doesn’t count, you were reading.”

You just looked at him, jaw slacked. What can you even say to that? Wait-

“You know we can do the carpentry together as well right?”

He raised an eyebrow. You walked closer to him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Just ask next time you big goof.”

He grabbed your hand and spun you around, pinning you to the nearest wall and kissing you senseless.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He said, breaking apart. Fan-fucking-tastic he got you goood. You pulled him back in, and kissed hard. He groaned against your lips. “Weren’t you supposed to be doing something now?” This piece of—.

You glared at him with such intensity that he laughed, and picked you up, and took you to the bedroom.

He gave you the kit, eventually. And you did build the bookshelf together….also eventually, once you managed to remember your name.

rip aerion targaryen, you would’ve loved sigma male podcasts, ww2 Germany and calling yourself “misunderstood” after every public meltdown

rip baelor targaryen, you would’ve been a soft-spoken wellness influencer with a beige feed, an Ethel Cain fan, a notes app apology locked and loaded at all times and you would’ve absolutely loved christian girl autumn

rip valarr targaryen, you would’ve had linkedin at 19, a perfectly color-coded google calendar, a stress-fueled caffeine addiction, been deep into the quiet luxury trend and fully embodied the “oldest daughter” of the red keep — emotionally repressed, hyper-competent, fan of Enya and more specifically the carribean blue song and carrying everyone else on your back

rip lyonel baratheon, you would’ve loved ayesha erotica, charli xcx and getting banned from at least 3 frat houses

rip daeron targaryen, you would’ve thrived on soft-launching your situationship, sad indie playlists and posting cryptic lyrics on your story

rip egg targaryen, you would’ve been an ipad kid with sticky fingers, live-streaming on roblox and starting discourse for fun