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eclipseshotel · 3 months
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dumbf1sketches · 6 months
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neonmoonlight514 · 8 months
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Touched Deprived Dabi x Reader Fluff
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Been going through some stuff lately and today was the worst part of it. I've been feeling touched deprived and felt the need to write about someone that, I felt, was as well. I am also planning on doing a Hawks version, well maybe. Writing this one however made me feel a little better. Dabi x Reader, No warnings, just fluff.
Being new in the LoV had its downs. Everyone had already bonded and had trust in each other. You were the second female in the group. You had an interesting quirk, one that was useful to the villains. They try to include you, but your introverted ways keep you from really socializing with them. However, you stuck around. At least you knew you were safe.
Everyone had jobs today, except you and Dabi. He was a quiet guy and the more you tried to study him, you were intrigued by him. You watched as Toga bounced toward the door and patted Dabi on the head. You noticed the grimace and the hate behind the touch. Another curious mark to make in your Dabi study. Did he just not like to be touched, or did he not like Toga's touch?
You watched as his body relaxed on the sofa. How the silence filled the room between both of you, almost like a thick sludge that caused you to remain still, almost unable to breathe. Then, piercing icy blue eyes shifted in your direction.
You cough because you suddenly remember to breathe. When you finally were able to calm the cough attack, you gazed over at him, and his brow was quirked upward, clearly confused at your sudden outburst. "Sorry… I.. Um.. choked on my saliva.." You figured that excuse was much better than, 'I got lost in your eyes and forgot to breathe.'
However, your excuse got a--was that a smile? No, smirk? You wanted to squint to get a better look, but his features were already back to what they were prior. You decided to do something nice, yeah, unheard of in the LoV apparently, but what the Hell. You moved to the fridge, removed a bottle of water, and sighed at the assortment of drinks. Of course, they couldn't make this easy, could they? You wanted to surprise him with your generosity, so you winced and picked a soda. Soda? Would he like sodas?
You shut the door and walked toward the living room, deciding to hold up both. If he chose the water, you'd just settle for the soda. You'd survive. He went for the soda, you smiled, but he did not. "Y/N." You said in a soft tone. "Dabi right?" He twisted the cap off of the bottle and drank in silence. You frown. Okay, this was going to be harder than you thought. Without opening it, you sat the water down on the table.
You moved back against the couch, your left shoulder pressed against the cushion as one leg was tucked under the other so you could sit at an angle. "What if…" You said softly. "I can… make you laugh?"
"Not interested."
Woah! He spoke. HE CAN SPEAK! His voice was amazing. You needed to hear more. "No, hear me out. If I can make you laugh, you have to…" You quickly tried to think of something, anything. ".. Let me hug you."
He scoffed at you. "No. Although, that almost made me laugh at the stupidity of it."
You couldn't help your excitement as his words spilled out again. Your excitement however caused Dabi to ease back a little. This gave you a hint to tone it down. Which you tried to do. "I seriously think I can make you laugh."
"I doubt it."
"Then if you doubt it, accept my terms. Give me one try and if I get any bit of a smile, chuckle, or laugh, I get to hug you."
His eyes locked on yours. You two stared at each other for two minutes before he sighed. "Fine. One chance."
Oh, the challenge was on! You knew he didn't believe you could do it, and honestly, you didn't have much faith in yourself either, but one shot. You thought a moment and then remembered the almost laugh you thought you saw earlier. It was the best shot you had. Would it work?
"Okay!" You said as you clasped your hands together. "Over there when I started choking. I didn't choke on my spit." This got his attention, causing his brow to raise in question. "You looked at me and your eyes took my breath away…" He stopped a moment and then finished with a small laugh. "I had to remember to breathe!"
Dabi just blinked at you. "You… forgot to breathe…?"
You started to laugh as you realized how stupid it was. You started to lean your head into the cushion, laughing hard. "When--When I realized that I wasn't breathing, I started choking!"
He smirked. He smirked! "You are stupid, huh?" He let one laugh out. "To think someone makes you forget to breathe."
"You laughed! I heard it."
"…."
"…!"
"Get it over with." He finally said, lifting his soda to his lips where he took a drink. You waited for him to drink his soda and then as he lowered it back down to the table, you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned down and hugged him lightly. You could hear his breath catching, this caused a smile to flow over your lips.
"Don't forget to breathe."
He laughed again. "I'm not as stupid as you."
You didn't take anything he said to heart, to be honest, the tone he said it in didn't seem as if it was anything other than a joke, a tease. "You laughed again."
"So I did."
"I guess I need to hug longer."
"…. that wasn't a part of the deal."
"When has the LoV ever followed the rules.."
There was silence between the both of you, but he didn't push you away. You remained against his chest, your head lying on his shoulder. You oddly felt comfortable. He oddly felt comfortable. He wanted to hate this, but the so-called hug was something didn't know he needed.
Dabi had noticed how you didn't flinch when it came to where you laid against him. How you continued to huddle up against him, arms around his shoulders. You didn't cringe at the sight of his massive scars that covered over half of your body. Why weren't you disgusted? He would curl his fingers into a fist, feeling the frustrations of this whole situation build up, however, you still didn't move.
He could grab you by the shirt and throw you, but--
As you lay there, breathing softly, content, his mind began to wonder. Was this that bad? He wasn't used to someone that just wanted to touch him, to hug him. Toga clung to him, but it was always her need for attention and his blood. This? There was nothing other than the need to touch.
He finally gave in, his hand lifted to touch your back. It was warm to the touch, almost too warm as if he had just extinguished his fire. He still didn't speak, only closed his eyes. The silence between you two was comforting. His need to feel affection from someone, even a touch, and your need to give that to him.
He felt the buzz, and instead of moving you, he shifted under you and fished his phone out of his pocket. A soft grumble seemed to vibrate in his throat, his eyes closing for a moment. "Toga. She's coming back."
This caused a groan to escape you in protest. You pulled back from him and for a moment you two stared at each other. You felt his hand on your arm, a light grasp as if to hang onto you just a little longer. "Next time, maybe without having to make you laugh?"
You felt his hand release you slowly. "Yeah."
"Next time, perhaps you can hug me back."
"Maybe."
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fluffydisneyprincess · 10 months
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L19 FEELINGS (Satan Spoilers)
MY HUSBAND. MY SWEET SWEET ANGY BOI.
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I CALLED THIS 😭😭 Poor Satan is so sweet he would never hold his brothers back from returning to the Celestial Realm even if it meant he'd be all alone. I knew he would encourage them to go without him. 😭😭😭
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I LOVE how quickly they shut him down. "Back on your bullshit again? Already?" AND THEN THEY START JUST ROASTING HIM PLS How else do brothers show they love you? Light, loving, bullying
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Then Mammon, the one who's secretly a sweetheart, brings the focus back and forces Satan to realize that whether or not he thinks so they've all adopted him as their brother and he's far more loved than he wants to admit.
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Then SATAN. SATAN MY LOVE MY PRECIOUS. I NEARLY CRIED. IM SO PROUD OF HIM. He admits to wanting to be part of the family. Which is difficult and awkward for him to do, but he does it. LET ME HUG HIM. LET ME SMOOCH HIM UNTIL HE KNOWS HOW LOVED HE IS.
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Aaaaaannnndddd of course he has to ruin it a little bit. This is his response when they're all happily declaring each other family and deciding they're staying in the Devildom. Look at him. He almost has the look of "I'm not worth this" and I just duagsbowhevd Yes you are, darling. Yes you are.
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genzento · 2 months
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Getting in all the cuddles while I still can.
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glttr-bby · 1 year
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One thing is about me is that I’m going to spoil mine.
Affection, attention, gifts, head- anything you want, babe. 😊
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anime-villian-irl · 5 months
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MY FUCKIN GOD
I really want a partner. Like let me just treat you like you created the earth and hung the stars in the sky you beautiful person. Let me get on my hands and knees to worship you my love. Please!
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avernusreject · 8 months
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What is my main priority when I reach the Last Light Inn? Saving everyone from the shadows? Nope. It's trying to pet this regal man
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bi-bitch-tasia · 1 year
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fresh-thomato · 2 years
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HSHSJJSMDMMDMDMMDDMD
I know U all are probably over this already but snnsnsnsmsmdd gotta share!!!
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...I ship them too...
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Thoma looks angy here a bit... he doesn't like sharing his Waka...
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...being so gorgeous is a crime...
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Pttttthhhhh look how stiff Aether suddenly got...
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Umm... I know, but the nose is cute...right?👉🏻👈🏻
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End of part 1!
Was I trying to screenshot every second?
.....maybe 👉🏻👈🏻
Hdbdndnndndsmmdmd
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sevenxvirtuesx · 2 years
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inbox call
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give a little like and i’ll fling yuki into your asks! probs send some memes or random questions~!
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thelittlewitchway · 1 year
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Does anyone else desperately want to be a plant person? The kind of person whose room, whose home is covered in beautiful, green life? Who breathes in the air they give and breathes out the air they need, creating a beautiful sense of unity with their beloved friends? Who names each plant and talks to them each day as they go about their routine? Who always has a bit of soil beneath their nails? Who sees an abused/dying plant, takes it home, and introduces it to its new family where it will be loved and cherished?
Does anyone else find it nearly impossible to keep anything but the heartiest succulents alive no matter how much you research and how hard you try?
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myboyfriendjake · 2 years
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happy birthday to park jimin! can't believe you're 27?! when did this happen?! i love your soul and voice and am so proud to be your fan. i can't wait to see what solo content you have for us!<3
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triceraranger · 2 years
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Ima catch her one of these days.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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