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Obsessed with the concept of a character who has never been treated kindly or gently in their life (or in a very long time) and suddenly being treated gently and with care and being stunned and then overwhelmed by it.

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Once Dabi lets himself love you, he becomes the biggest, neediest, simp.  He always has to be touching you, always wants to snuggle, will shove your laptop or book aside to put his head in your lap with his arms locked around your waist so you can you run your fingers through his hair. He’s like a giant alley cat that you’ve managed to domesticate, and he’s never leaving your side.

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Dabi loves to wake you up with kisses, he just loves to see your puffy face and hear your raspy morning voice. He thinks you're adorable and he just wanna squish your face:(

His kisses start gently and feather like, but slowly as you're not waking up they start to be more aggressive. Each time pressing lips a little harder then the previous kiss (but obv not hard enough to hurt) and also his kisses start to become more and more loud and wet. He's specially licking his lips just to annoy you.

But if you're still not awake, he'll straight up get out of the bed, get on top of it and pull you by your legs up in the air(or as much as he can but he's a strong bbygirl so I'm pretty sure he can) and starts wiggling your body in the air, laughing at you squirming like a fish.

After that you're probably awake:)

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Touya Todoroki/Dabi - "Sleep"

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

WC: 787

‘He’s definitely faking it.’

That thought seems to be the only viable explanation for the very odd situation you find yourself in right now.

Another tense moment passes, the sound of soft, steady breathing only serving to emphasize the stillness of the empty bar.

Even as Dabi continues to just lay there on the couch, unmoving and sprawled over the whole length of it, you can’t fight the feeling that it’s all just an act.

For the last couple of hours, the 2 of you had gone about your business in complete and utter silence - him scrolling absentmindedly through his phone while sorted through papers at the bar counter.

It was only you and him in the bar today, Shigaraki and the rest of the league had been gone on a mission (a mission that he surprisingly didn’t need either of you for - more so Dabi than you tbh) and they haven’t come back yet.

You can’t really remember when you had stopped hearing the soft tapping of Dabi’s fingers against the screen exactly, but you were certainly surprised when you had swiveled around in your stool and found him flat on his back, eyes sealed shut.

The 2 of you have been members of the League for a while now (him a little bit longer than you), but were you really supposed to believe that this man, who was so secretive of his past, would expose himself like this?

If he really was asleep, it would take very little effort on your part to simply tiptoe over to him and strike him down right then and there.

You know the heroes would appreciate the favor - you know for absolute fact that Dabi is an absolute menace when it came to his work.

Then again, you do suppose that the heroes would rush for the same opportunity with you should it arise, what with your affinity for destruction and chaos and all that.

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Despite your suspicions, you carefully pull yourself down from your seat, bare feet pressing silently into the wood floor.

As you inch closer and closer to the couch where Dabi rests, you become more impressed with the ruse.

He’s still as a statue, the only indication that he is, in fact, alive being the steady rise and fall of the chest.

When you’re finally standing over him, you can’t help but gaze over the more subtle details of his face.

Even in “sleep” he wears his same arrogant expression, although you’re not sure where the cocky twist of his lips ends, and the scars begin when the lights are dim like this.

You shift your attention to the way his hand dangles off the arm of the couch just behind his head.

You’re half-expecting to spot an ill-concealed tremor in one of his fingers but end up sorely disappointed when you find nothing there.

'Damn, this guy’s good.’ You think as you wave your hand over his eyes to see if they would twitch, signaling that he is indeed faking.

His eyelids don’t even twitch once!

You’d have to do something a little more extreme if you want solid proof on whether or not he is faking or not.

So, you crouch down, letting your knees come to rest on the wood floor. You lean over the couch, stopping only when your face is just a few inches from Dabi’s.

When your breath ghosts over his skin, you notice the slightest twitch of his lip.

Still, he makes no move to open his eyes.

You lean away from Dabi for a second, ponding further courses of action, then decide on the most innocent of the possible options.

Leaning back over him and making an “o” shape with your lips, you blow a gentle stream of cold air against his forehead.

Not even a second later, Dabi’s blue eyes flutter open, causing you to lean away from him.

“I was kind of hoping you’d give me more of a reason to burn you to a crisp, doll-face.” His voice is confident and clear and definitely not heavy with sleep.

“Oh yeah?” You ask with a smirk on your lips. “I’d really like to see you try, tough guy.”

Dabi’s eyes narrow at you for a second, and you think he’s going to make a snide comment or something, but he stays silent.

What does happen is his eyes flit over your lips, cheeks, and your neck.

You would ask him about it, but knowing Dabi, he’d probably tell you that it was because you were too close to him in that moment - where else was he supposed to look?

But you know the truth.

You can see through each and every little act of his.

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Your peace is more important than driving yourself crazy trying to understand why something happened the way it did. Let it go.

Mandy Hale

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Be intentional. Reach out to people even if they rarely reach out to you. Have food that both fills you up and nurtures you. Make a habit of catching yourself in the act of being overly critical of the things you do or the way you look (and choose to be nicer to yourself). Pick the scary new thing over the safe familiar thing once in while. Life is best lived when it’s lived consciously and with intent.

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My cute lil grumpy butt

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Dabi comfort message in case you’re feeling down

So i kind of wrote this to myself in Notes app when I was having a hard time and I come always back to read it because it calms me down… and since one of the reasons i panic and get depressed is the future, sudden changes in life, overthinking etc.

its weird lol but whenever I read it i feel like its really Dabi in fact saying all these words to me

So I thought to post this for other people who also have Dabi as a comfort character, who also might be having a hard time..

(Its mostly fem reader, ive mostly mentioned “girl”, “babygirl” etc since i wrote this to myself lol)

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Keep reading

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Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!

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IDENTITY

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ENCOUNTERS

pairing. k. takami x f!reader

cw. fluff, swearing

The soft orange glow emitting from the numerous candles lit about the tables gives the impression of a warm, mellow environment. All is quiet save for the occasional murmur and scrape of metal against porcelain.

You squeeze Keigo’s hand, pointing to a small and put away table beneath the grand stairs leading up to the second floor. “That spot looks good.”

His brows furrow, wetting his lips as he scans his surroundings before giving you an approving nod. “Sure thing, chickadee.” You’re guided to your seat by a large palm on the small of your back, stroking over the silk of your dress.

“What’re you thinking?” You smile at him over the cardboard pamphlet, your finger tracing the letters.

He clicks his tongue, humming as he props his chin in his hand. “Mmh.. I dunno’ babes, what’re you getting?”

“I want..” Your finger glides along the surface before stopping to tap against the words. “Nachos!”

He chuckles with half-lidded eyes as you confirm your selection with a content tilt of your head. “You’re so cute, c’mere.” The menu is long forgotten as he rises from his chair to lean over the table, meeting your lips in the middle for a chaste kiss. It’s short and sweet, only taking the time to stroke a pair of ringed knuckles down your face.

His eyes flutter open to admire your beauty, the adoring smile etched along his features soon morphing into a disgusted grimace. You pull away, cocking your head at him. A hand raises to smooth down your hair before swiping across the curves of your figure, assuming there may be some kind of mishap with your appearance.

“Sit down.”

Your head snaps up to meet his narrowed copper hues, slitted and seething. You do as your told, immediately placing yourself back down onto the cushioned seat. “What’s wrong, Kei?” The fingers curled around your hand tense, squeezing and constricting like a python as he shifts and rolls his shoulders, the sizeable bouquet of red feathers ruffling behind him.

It takes you a moment to realise that he’s not looking at you. You pivot your body to look over the wooden shell of your chair, only to be met with a crowd of empty tables, not including the hunched figure of a man, noticeably leering at you from beneath his unruly brows.

“Fuckin’ perverts everywhere..” Keigo growls, his chin hung low against his chest.

“Huh?”

“That freak.” His voice is deep in a hushed whisper, gesturing to the man in question with a subtle crease and curl of his nose from where he’s obviously trying to contain his aggression. “Lookin’ at you like a fuckin’ pervert when we’re just trying to get some fuckin’ food, for fuck sake.”

You’d think he’d just learnt to swear with the amount of curses in that sentence alone. You smooth a palm over his tanned wrist in a comforting fashion. “Hey, just forget about it.” You kiss his knuckles in an attempt to defuse the situation.

Your actions are a bitter-sweet reassurance, but all he can focus on is the fact that there’s some dirty old man watching you from behind, even worse, staring right back at him while he fuckin’ does it. He bounces his leg to soothe his jittering nerves, fisting at the fabric of his trousers. He’s a Pro-Hero, not a saint. And he needs to leave before he decides to paint the whole room red.

“Fuck sake.” You’re yanked upwards, a crimson wing already curling around your smaller frame to shield you from any and all prying eyes. “Can’t even take my lady out for dinner.” You clumsily plod along next to him, your heels clacking against the concrete while he takes long purposeful strides. “Dirty cunt.”

“Why? — what was he doing?” You finally speak up.

“Looking at you.”

You chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Just looking at me?”

He stops in his tracks, turning to you with a stern expression, an expression unlike Keigo. “You didn’t see how he looked at you.”

The chilling white glow of the lamp posts do well to illuminate Keigo’s scowl. You’re cocooned in his wings as you both stand staring. You’re gaging how to respond to Keigo, while Keigo’s trying to convince himself to not go back and slice the bastard in half.

Finally, a hand raises to hug his chin, scritching and stroking the stubble there. “It’s okay, he’s gone now. We don’t have to see him.”

The snarl that threatens to bubble in his throat disperses. He sighs, his wings drooping and flattening down to the smooth and fluffy texture they almost always are. He opens his arms for a hug, smiling when you accept. “Dirty fuckers lookin’ at my little angel.” His voice is muffled as he wipes his face into the top of your head.

You nod along with him, petting the spiked bristles of his wings. “Can we still get nachos?”

He chuckles. “Course we can.” He pulls away with a shiny grin, taking your hand in his own. “But the next guy who looks at you wrong is getting his head chopped off.”

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Oh my God that's so freaking cute Laila! Thank you!

You're a sweetheart, really

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Let Me

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: alcohol, reader is drunk & wearing a gown/full makeup

notes: just something fluffy about Keigo helping you get ready for bed <3 he's so perfect & I am down so bad sjadfs. he’d take such good care of you <3

You groan as you flop face down into the comforting embrace of your mattress, body warm and senses dulled from all the alcohol you’d consumed earlier this evening. It always made attending professional events more tolerable. 

“You haven’t even taken your eyelashes off yet,” Keigo chuckles as he stands beside your side of the bed. “C’mon, lemme help you.”

“M’too tired,” you mumble, grabbing a pillow and pulling it beneath your face, still coated in makeup.

“That’s why I said let me help you, baby,” he gently replies as he grabs your hips and turns you over, making you wince in response to the bright light of your bedroom. 

“S’fine. Wanna sleep.” You attempt to turn back over, but he denies your wish, keeping a firm enough grasp on your hips to keep you in place. 

“You’ll thank me in the morning. Just lay here, okay? I’ll take care of everything,” he promises. There’s a tender smile on his lips as he caresses your face. “Deal?”

You huff and stare at him for a moment, hands folded over your abdomen atop the soft velvet of your gown. Sleep was beckoning you, but it was harder to refuse him than it was the promise of slumber. 

“Deal,” you agree. 

“Thank you.” He smiles and leans over to kiss your forehead. “This’ll only take a minute.”

He disappears for a moment, but he returns with the essentials. He places a bottle of water on the nightstand, tosses an old t-shirt of his beside you, and opens the package of makeup wipes in his palm. He very carefully removes the lashes from your eyes, something that he had gotten surprisingly good at after previous incidents much like this one. He then removes the makeup on your face with just as much care and tosses the wipe and eyelashes all into the small trash can beside the bed. 

“Thank you,” you hum gratefully, feeling better already with a newly bare face as you peek up at him. He simply nods in response, wearing a smile that suggests he thinks he’s the luckiest man in the world, because he knows that he is. 

“Gotta sit up for a minute, okay?” He says as his hands work the fabric of your dress up over your hips, so that when he takes your hands and helps you sit upright, he’s able to reach around and undo the zipper before lifting it right off over your head. 

“Almost free to lay down again, I promise.” He tosses the dress onto the bench that sits directly in front of the bed and swipes the t-shirt, letting it rest in your lap while he unclasps your bra and tosses that aside as well. He slips the t-shirt over your head, trying his best not to laugh while he watches you try to navigate your own arms through the appropriate holes. 

“Hey..” you pout, narrowing your eyes up at him. It’s in jest and even more adorable in his eyes than usual, thanks to the subtle slur of your words. “You makin’ fun of me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He shakes his head and tugs the hem of your shirt down over your torso.

“Yes you would,” you argue in a flat tone, though there’s no malice at all behind your words as your drooping eyes fall closed again. “You make fun of me plenty, because you think that you’re funny.”

“Are you telling me that you don’t think that I’m funny?” He asks as he clutches his chest, playing the part of a wounded lover. 

“I think you’re about as funny as you are cute,” you mumble, willing your tired eyes to open again. A dopey smile props up the corners of your mouth. “Which, is pretty fuckin’ cute.”

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles and leans in to kiss your forehead again. “Drink some of this and then you can pass out.”

He unscrews the cap of the water and hands it to you, ensuring that he sees you swallow a few gulps before he offers to take it back and sets it aside on the nightstand. You sigh with content as you sink back into the mattress and think, “Thank goodness for him.”

“D’ya need anything else, baby bird?” The pads of his fingers trace along the shape of your face, lulling you closer to sleep, but there is one thing that isn’t quite right yet. 

“Mhm.” You nod, reaching out to tug on the fabric of his button down with nothing but sincere adoration in your eyes. “Need you, Kei.”

“Give me one minute,” he says gently, nodding as he takes your hand to lift the back of it to his lips. 

“Hurry,” you mutter, sounding the tiniest bit whiny, but he only finds it endearing.

“I’m the fastest man around,” he laughs, shrugging and taking a step away to come around the bed. “I’m always in a hurry.”

He steps out of his shoes, loosens his tie, and sheds his dapper outfit to toss the garments atop yours on the bench. He cuts off the light, climbs into bed beside you in nothing but his boxers, and gathers you up in his arms, pulling you close to his chest. 

“Better?” He murmurs against your scalp, leaving a kiss behind as he starts rubbing your back, slowly moving his hand up and down your spine while you focus on the soothing rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

“Much,” you whisper, sounding like you just might already be asleep. “I love you so much, Kei. So, so much. Thank you.”

“I love you too, baby.” An easy smile graces his features as he looks at your face. “Thank you for letting me.”

He isn’t quite sure how much time he spends just lying there admiring your features in the pale glow of the moonlight, but he is sure of one thing. He hopes that you’ll allow him to keep loving you this way forever.

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