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Oh thank fuck, it's universal π
Crunching once again π€€
I just had thee most delicious KFC Cruncher Sandwich
It was heavenly
It was the crunchiest Cruncher I've ever crunched.
Like, I've had it plenty of times, but this was downright divine.
10/10
Shigaraki: You donβt want Dabi to die.
Shigaraki: And I donβt want to Dabi to die.
Shoto: Right.
Shigaraki: We should form an alliance.
Shoto: Agreed.
Shigaraki: Now, we just have to make sure that Dabi doesnβt want Dabi to die.
Shoto: So I see a few problems with the plan. Starting with number one: Touya.
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Summary: You get sick and Dabi takes care of you
Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader
Content Warning: SFW, Fluff, SickFic, Soft Dabi
Word Count: 1k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 7th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Prompt: Staying In
My Masterlist
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You wake up warm, almost uncomfortably so, and slightly delirious.
The heat would be normal, what with your furnace of a boyfriend wrapped around you like a koala, if it wasn't the beginning of winter.
And because it's the beginning of winter, you got caught in the first snowfall last night on the way home from work.
And now your nose is stuffy, your skin is clammy and you feel cold enough to be shivering yet hot enough to be sweating.
You can't control the loud, full-body sneeze that escapes you, waking up Dabi in the process.
He looks down at you blearily, patting your head sleepily, and you must look truly miserable because instead of a complaint at the knee to the stomach you know he recieved, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Morning baby," he murmurs against your sweaty forehead. His voice is deep and raspy from sleep, and you melt that bit more into him as you usually do when you hear it.
"Morning." You croak out. Your throat is sore and feels like you swallowed sandpaper, and because of the sneeze, your head is now pounding and your limbs ache.
Burying your face in your pillow, you groan miserably at the pain, which wakes him fully.
You feel a warm hand guide you back and press to your forehead, then your neck. "Shit baby, you're burning up.", you can hear the concern in his voice, and it's very sweet, but all you can focus on is the uncomfortable heat seeping into your skin from his touch that you usually can't get enough of.
Squirming away, you force yourself up. "'M fine, I'll just take some meds. I gotta get to work." It comes out nasally, your voice somehow already worse, and your vision spins, but you sit up anyway.
Every movement hurts, and your eye is twitching from the headache, but you still try.
Key word, try, because Dabi almost immediately grabs you and pulls you back to lie down.
"Dumbass, you're not going anywhere in that state." He rolls his eyes as he gets up.
"Butβ" you begin to protest, struggling to sit up again, but he cuts you off, his pointer finger pushing you back down by the forehead.
"But nothing. You're sick. You can barely stand. You're staying home. Now be a good little patient and stay here while I get you some meds and something to eat, okay?" He barely waits for a response before he's already leaving.
You sigh, giving up, because you know he's right, and you feel really shitty. You won't be any good to do anything.
Gathering whatever little strength you have, you mentally prepare yourself for having to call in sick because your boss is a little bitch and you know it.
After a far too long call in your opinion, and hearing the horrible, croaky state of your voice, she reluctantly grants you the day off.
By the time Dabi comes back in with a glass of water and some meds, your headache has gotten worse from the light of your phone and her grating, nagging voice, and now you're extra irritated.
Downing them, you thank him. He rubs your cheek and you lean into the touch; the warmth now actually feeling nice on your clammy skin. Being sick is so fucking weird."Anything else, Dolly? You want some soup?" his voice is soft as he speaks, a small consideration for your headache, and you smile up at him. "I love you."
He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll take that as a yes. I love you too, baby."
Tucking you back in, he murmurs, "Get some more rest. I'll wake you when it's done." You go easily, drifting back to sleep.
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When you wake up again, it's to the muted scent of mouthwatering chicken noodle soup.
The worst of the pain has dulled thanks to the meds, but you still feel sore all over.
Dabi momentarily rests the tray on the nightstand to help you sit up, stacking the pillows behind your back for support, before giving you the tray of soup and a glass of orange juice.
Taking a spoonful, the soup is heavenly to your ailing body and tastebuds, warming you from the inside out.
"Mm, where'd you order it from?", you ask, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.
His brows furrow, head tilting to the side in that adorable way that reminds you of a cat. "I made it." He replies, as if itβs the most obvious thing in the world.
You pause mid eating.
βYou...made it for me?βΒ you're a bit perplexed, because to your knowledge, he can't cook for shit, and this is downright divine.
It's not what you would expect from the villain, especially with the way he lived up until recently, but from the way the so called "heartless, monster of a villain" people think of him as, loves you so effortlessly, so perfectly, you really should've known to expect the unexpected from him.
Dabi just scoffs, shooting you a pointed look. βTakeout soup is crap. Thisβll actuallyΒ help.β then, quieter, he says, "It's my mom's recipe."
Your eyes soften, setting the spoon into the half eaten soup and placing your hand over his on the bed. "It's delicious, thank you."
He looks away, a familiar faint dusting of pretty pink on the healthy skin of his cheeks, nodding jerkily.
You smile gently, going back to finish the soup.
You might be sick with something nasty, might not be able to get kisses from your loving boyfriend to avoid passing it on, might be losing out on some money, but you're happy.
It's cold outside, only going to get colder as the days go by, but you're warm in all the ways that matter, inside and out, because you're with the love of your life, loved and cared for, and so very cozy.
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hi rue .. iβm kinda shy to ask this but can you please do a small drabble of the reader and touya arguing (not quite intense) & touya keeps replying with βno maamβ or βyes maamβ every time the reader asks questions ππ
π¬ oh i could kiss you rn. mhm. thank you sweet anon i stayed up at 2am writing this heh
fratboy touya get out of my heaaddddd
the puddles beneath your feet splash against your bare calves with every step.
"for fuck's sake, stop walking so fast." touya's voice calls out from behind you as you turn the corner of the street. the heavy bass of the house party you ran out of slowly drowned into nothing as the rain hit your body.
it was nearly 12am, and the downpour was only getting stronger. your fingers shook as you pathetically rubbed the sides of your arms, hoping to muster up some heat from the friction.
touya reaches out and grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you back towards him.
"you seriously mad at me? after i just poured my heart out for you?" he half-chuckles. "c'mon now sweetheart, at least reject me to my face."
"poured your heart out?" you scoff, forcibly facing him. "what kind of a fucking confession involves punching a random guy in the teeth?"
"that dumbass had it coming to him with or without the confession." he rolls his eyes.
"touya." you shake his hand off of your shoulder. "you can't go around starting fights just because you can't use your words."
"didn't i, though? made it very clear you were off limits." he shrugs, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you let a silence fall over you with the droning of the rain.
touya brings a hand up to push his soaked hair back from falling into his eyes. he blows out a breath of air in defeat.
"i'm sorry, okay? don't be upset."
you take a step forward, leaning in just mere inches from his face. touya bites back a smirk as his cheeks grow hot from the proximity.
"you will go back inside and apologize."
his eyes follow the rain droplets trailing down to your lips.
"yes ma'am."
"you will find me some dry clothes."
his gaze continues to follow down the soaked t-shirt clinging to every curve of your body.
"yes ma'am."
"you will take me home."
touya licks his lips, letting the cold water on his lips grow hot against his tongue.
"yes ma'am."
you step back, watching his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, counting all of the droplets that slip from your chin and eyelashes.
"are you listening to me?" your face grows hot.
"mhm. yes ma'am."
"and when we get back my apartment, you're going to properly use your fucking words and tell me how you feel. okay?"
touya reaches his hand up to tuck a stray soaked strand of hair behind your ear, letting his thumb graze against the side of your jaw.
"yes ma'am." he slowly nods his head, knowing that the moment he's alone with you, he'll be using more than his words.
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I snorted I'm so sorry
Youtube comments are wild sometimes πππ
you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*
mafia boss
Audibly whimpered bc oh my fuck
I forgot to post here commission with dabi
She/They β 23 β Bi β β β Dabi My Love β My AO3ππ: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoonChild701
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