#amd i was looking up the places and GUESS WHAT I FOUND

[chiquititaosita]

vale valeee 🫣

so, i was thinking, you know how when we get mad, we speak our native tongue? so like, i wanted to request monster trio + law getting yelled at by reader in spanish

(you know how moms be like “ve hacer tal cosa” and we either forget and do it wrong or forget to do it at all?? bueno, reader tells them to help them out with something y como no lo hicieron, reader starts complaining and yelling about “yo hago todo aqui” 🤭)

les da miedito pero la verdd les gusta el matrato 😫

(mentira 👀) idk if that makes sense pero if it doesn’t i can elaborate more ☺️

a/n: OMFG YESSS!!! and I wrote like a slight Drabble for it! On sanjis nickname post oml

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ yelling at monster trio + law in spanish

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Luffy

- if he’s not being serious, or something which is all the damn time

- Consider it’s your job to be like a certain mother figure besides his amor

- first it was the gentle parenting technique,

- “Luffy, can you please move your feet im trying to scrub the deck ?” Y/n is looking over at him, trying to be patient

-“sorry y/n can’t talk rn! Maybe later!!” Luffy will then mess up your whole cleaning

-you didn’t mind it.

-But the then there’s him trying to help you, when you don’t need help.

- “Luffy did you and ussop take out the trash like sanji asked y’all too?” You ask him as you’re trying to make some

-he’s nowhere to be found when you ask him this. but then after

-“ah ah ah! ¡Lávate las manos, Cabron!!” You’ll slap Luffys hands and speak in a semi- stern tone but in a calm manner when he tries to eat the carnitas you have.

-“come on just a little bite babeeee!!!/——“

-“NO!” You’ll explode and the whole ship hears you. You’re so angry and tired of trying from being stressed out.

-“I have to do everything around here god damn it! Please just help me with shit if you want to be a good boyfriend por favor!!” Y/n is just thankful to have some shit being done.

-“NOW HELP ME OR YOURE NOT GETTING MY PORTIONS OF FOOD!!” Then he IMMEDIATELY STARTS TO UNINTENTIONALLY CLEAN THE DECK AND HELP SORT OUT HIS LAUNDRY… let’s be honest luffy never does his laundry

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ zoro

-will instantly yell back at you

- “y/n why are you mad at me!?”

- “YOU BROKE THE LAUNDRY BASKET!”

-“IT WAS IN THE WAY WHEN I WAS TRAINING!!”

- you slap him and groan mumbling you have to do shit. You’re not even going to complain with him right now

- that is until a couple of hours later some random ass bitch at the bar y’all were at, was literally trying to pick a fight with zoro. And talk shit. And you were sober the whole time.

-“HIJOLE a chingada wey!! Nobody talks shit about my man but me!!” You slap the guy with a chancla aiming like a super Latina mom. And literally defend your moss head novio whose found a nice sleeping place, sitting down.

-“NOW YOU YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO WIPE AMD CLEAN THE TOILET BEFORE YOU FLUSH MR!”

-“Y/n you’re embarrassing me!-“

-“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF IM EMBARRASSING YOU! I ONLY ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING ONE THING!! AND YOU BARELY DO”

-he’s picking you up and you’re kicking his chest to put him down.

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ sanji

- “Y PUTA ALA MADRE WEY!!” You’ll be storming out angry. if sanji sees you angry it’s best for him to not try and ask…

- he’s learned the hard way.

-“VINSMOKE SANJI!!” You know when a Hispanic woman yells your government legal name, you’re fucked

-“Yes Mon amour??” He’d asked you in a kind manner

-“why isn’t the FLOOR MOPPED!?”

-MALE WIFE.EXE ACTIVATED

- the last time he talked back to you he cried, and begged for forgiveness like down on his knees and holding your legs.

-“Aye cabron get off!!! i forgive you i’m just telling you next time to use fabuloso.”

- he finds it adorable when you’re mad and punched your cheeks

-you’ll bite his finger and he’s gonna be like. “OW!!”

-“beloved what’s wrong?”

-silent treatment and he has to start guessing and do everything around the house. but really it’s because she’ll only yell at him without her goodbye kiss. or her love letters on the napkin with her liquado (smoothie en español de tex-mex)

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Law

-oh hell no

-he forgets what he signed up for.

- “CALLATE WEY!!!” The minute you throw a chancla at his head he’s not even pissed he’s just laughing because you got him good

- “shut up for one minute will you y/n-ya.” He regrets it. You start causing a scene and then embarrass him, if his crew steps in. They’re not gonna like it they just say out of it.

-last time penguin almost lost a finger. While doing the chores. Doing the laundry’s and cooking.

-“ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME GOD DAMN IT!!!! MOTHER FUCKER WHO HATES IT WHEN HIS FOOD IS TOUCHING BY A SMIDGE!”- you grab him by the ear. “Ugh I have to do everything for him.”

-“oh really?” Law would reply out of frustration, and throwing you over his shoulders just to fuck some sense into you. Because you got mad you needed dick in his office. Now you’re still complaining, because his room office is a mess.

[max-the-many]

Start here:

'body a day' #9: school:

And hell yeah it was waiting, packed with scruffy dudes, the occasional chicks, but I saw muscle over muscle, greeted several guys on the tble and many others my neigbour seemed to know. And not seldom I thought ablut how nice it would be, to try another huy, that blonde from the boys, that daddy at the bar, the asian that was asking me if I'd come.

But on top of that I didn't miss the guy that came to my place, or the place of my neighbour. Daniel was his name, and he couldn't take his eyes of me.

"Having a good time?" I said, lifting my beer with a smile as I joined him at the bar "Sorry again for the naked welcome"

He grinned before he lifted his beer aswell "No problem at all. As if we don't see each other naked at the lockers all the time"

"Thats true. Well, but not with that much of an excitement, I suppose " I stated, looking at him with a cheeky grin, before looking down for a split second. "But you know what. That fucker really needs a piss"

And after looking at him for another moment, I left for the bathroom.

What did I do! Whom was I! I never was like this, not a fraction of it! It just ran out of me! So playful, so cheeky, so free! And so fucking horny! When I ended up infront of the urinal the nice member of my neighbour already pumped quite the size.

And I just stood there, looked down and injoyed the new view, held that thing in hand and felt it's weight, the new sensation before the door opened again.

"Guess the pressure is contagious" I said as Daniel unpacked right besides me. And the second he lifted his head at me I grabbed his neck to pull him in for a greedy kiss. I even heared the splashing on the metal surface and pulled him onto the first stall as soon as he was done.

"Should have done this the moment you entered my flat" I stated before I pushed him down on his knees. And he went for it as if he was starving for month which possibly was pretty true. His look, his rections. He must have lusted over my neighbour for quite a while! And now it was for me to injoy...

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We just finished as the asian guy, Noah, entered. I don't think he saw Daniel as I left him at the stall, but I could tell in his eyes, that he had a pretty good feeling of what just happened, answered my smile as I left the bathroom.

I webt for the bar again, took a sip of the beer I left. My neighbours body was awsome! Daniels lust, the possibilities with Noah, and surely several more just in that pib full of musk amd muscle. But I also couldn't stop thinking about having another body. And as my mind wandered, a pulse got stronger in my chest again, a warmth, an energy.

"What up" a voice cought my focus. It was a rather young guy I haven't noticed before. "So Daniel finally got it's load" he shot out blandly.

I froze for a second. This little fucker... But soon a grin arose on my lips.

"You got it all figured out, did you?"

Did my neighbour know him? Did they... had some fun? I couldn't tell. His cheeky smile could mean anything! And those eyes... made me feel so... caught.

"You bet"...

[lemon-muncher]

Can i request Tamaki with a mean dom fem reader who has a bigggg and thick strap to rail him with because she wouldnt get a hug from him 😈.

Hehe..

Its Aly 🤭.

PLEASE, I LOVE THIS

This is pretty lengthy, so sorry in advance

Tamaki Amajiki... he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. His soft amd shy demeanor makes him a fan favorite in the hero world. His fans numbered in the hundreds, hoping he'll give them a small glace behind his big hood. His only 'awful' feature was you, his loving wife.

You had met when you were both students at UA. Just like his current self, he was shy and reserved leaving you to court him. His bright red face and quivering lips from the moment is embedded in your mind. Thus started your relationship.

As you both grew up and he grew more popular in the hero ranks, you grew bitter of his fans. They distracted your husband from what truly mattered. It's not his fault he's so precious, he just gets distracted.

You were walking side by side at a hero event the two of you had been invited to. Your fans cheered as you waved and gave this a small smile. You turned your head to face your raven haired husband. You tapped his hand with your finger, indicating you wanted your hand held. It wasn't a new form of affection but for some reason he ignored your advances.

Looking to find why Tamaki was acting differently, you noticed his red ears as he faced his adoring fans. He was stuttering as he answered questions he got from the crowd. It was shocking really. He knew your rules. He knew ignoring you would result in punishment later. Yet he blatantly disobeyed you. Well, I guess all good boys have their off days.

You laughed to yourself. You quietly murmured in his ear, "I guess I have to re-education you on my rules~" His face turned a brighter red than it was before. You simply smiled and turned to put all your attention on your fans and the event. As the night prolonged, you couldn't help but wonder what type of punishment you would be doing. It's been awhile, and felt almost refreshing.

The drive home was interesting to say the least. You were silent, seating in the passenger seat of the shared vehicle. Tamaki was quiet like he usually is, but tried to start a conversation with you. "Y-you looked great t-tonight Y/N..." His usual stutter echoed in the quiet car. You remained silent, wondering what your husband was thinking.

As Tamaki pulled into your driveway, you finally decided to speak. "You know you're getting a punishment tonight..." His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I...I know. I'm sorry." You hummed to yourself, the tent in his pants telling you otherwise. You handed him your keys," I'll give you 5 minutes to choose your punishment."

Your system for punishment was simple. Tamaki got to pick and if you found it suitable, you'd go with it. It was a certified way that both yourself and your husband were comfortable. After 5 minutes you got out of the car, locked in and headed inside to you shared house. It was quiet and the lights were off. The only indication that Tamaki was inside was his dress shoes that were messily placed by the door.

As you got closer to your bedroom, the light shined into the dark hallway. The sound of small whimpers echoed out making you throb. As you stepped into your shared bedroom the image before you almost made you cum right then and there. Tamaki laid with his ass facing the door. His fingers working in and out of his wet hole. Next to him laid your strap on with his favorite dildo attached to it. It was one that mimicked one of if tentacles, long and thick just the way he liked it.

"Already prepping yourself, huh? You really ARE a slut for Mommy~" With quick strides, you enter the room, your hand sliding down his back. Your nails dragged against his skin, a small whimper escaping his lips. Before Tamaki could say anything you thrusted two fingers into him making him moan. "Since you decided you didn't want to be touched tonight, I'll grant you that wish."

You roughly pulled your fingers out of him and grabbed the strap-on that laid next to your husband. You could feel your eyes dilate as you looked at Tamaki as if he was your prey. While still keeping on your formal wear, you attached the harness to your body. You slowly climbed into bed behind your whimpering lover, his eyes never leaving yours. "I hope you're ready~"

I'm making a part 2.... eventually. Anyways enjoy this 😌

[smolbimbo]

Lemon Cake: A strawberry speed fanfiction

Tags: sonic x strawberry shortcake, tooth rotting fluff, cross over ship, they kiss, i put WAY too much effort into this

Strawberry shortcake sighs in pleasure as she gazes at the masterpiece in front of her. The smell of blueberries, vanilla, and a hint of lemon fill her nostrils as she wipes the sweat from her brow. Before her is most definitely her best work yet, a cake for sonic. Its vanilla with white icing, honey drizzled on top and blueberries placed asymmetrically in the middle, and to top it off, a lemon slice with a vanilla bud sat to the side.

Strawberry shortcake smiles, putting her oven mits away when she hears a knock, and then her door opening. "Hey Shortcake!" sonic calls, his sneakers thump against the cherry wood floor. Sonic sniffs the air then tilts his head. "Bakin' again?" strawberry nods. "Shortcake, isn't this the forth time today?" sonic joins her in the kitchen. Her cheeks go warm, the nickname he gave her rolls smoothly off his tongue. "Well, i had to do a couple warm ups before the main dish." Sonics ears shoot up as she slides the dessert over to him.

"Shortcake, i dont-"

"I know, i know, but at least try with this one? I made it especially for you."

He grimaces at the plate. Sonic doesn't typically like desserts, too sweet for him. Its why he has such a distain for the dessert "strawberry shortcake", the sweetest cake he says, you cant imagine all the jokes that were made when folks found out he was dating someone named "Strawberry Shortcake".

Sonic looks up at strawberry and she sends a pout in return. Reluctantly, sonic takes a bite, his face scrunching up before the fork even passes his lips, bjt once it hits his tongue, his face melts into a softer expression. Strawberry watches the muscles on his face twitch and move, as if he was trying to figure out what expression he should make. She smiles. He likes it and he's trying desperately not to show it.

"Well?" strawberry coos with a smug bat of her eyelashes. Sonics brow twitch in slight annoyance, which only makes her smirk grow. "Lemon is...intresting."

"Yeah?"

"yeah."

Strawberrys laugh is ugly with pride.

"its good." sonic concludes in a whisper. "Hmm? Didnt hear ya."

"Alright, ya're pushing it." sonic says with a greenish chuckle. Sonic finishes the cake in hefty bites and it isnt long before he's asking for seconds, thirds...fifths. The tray tin clatters when it hits the sink. The pair stare at it, just standing there, one with sorrow, the other with glee. "That cake was really good..." Sonic mourns. "Im glad you liked it."

"Now my stomach hurts..."

Strawberry opens her arms to him and he accepts, nuzzling his nose in her curly red hair. "No one told you to eat the entire thing, i was planningbon having seconds." Sonic lets out a mixture of a groan and a whine. " 's your fault, dont make good food." strawberry leads them both to her fouch to get more comfortable. "Want some tea? It could help." Sonic only groans in response. Guess thats a no.

Sonic nuzzles deeper into her hair.

"I love you." Sonic says it in a way that strawberry can only describeas broken hearted. He speaks it like a mantra and whispers it like a prayer. Speaks as if he's preaching scriptures that can move mountains, as if she controlled where the sun rose and fell. He speaks with glass shards in his tongue. As if not saying it would make it any less true.

Strawberry wonders what put him in such a somber mood, maybe a stomach ache makes him sentimental. She tries to lighten the mood.

"Even if im strawberry shortcake?"

He chortles. "Especially."

Strawberry rubs his back. She pulls away and looks into his emerald eyes. Cupping his cheek amd rubbing a thumb to it, they both lean in for a kiss. Their lips move in sync, one after another, in perfect harmony. Strawberrys hands move from his face to his shoulders. Sonics slides to her waist and strawberry has never felt more full. She thinks she finally understands when sonic speaks with glass in his tongue, because she can feel it, the shards puncture her own.

The love she feels is soft and fragile, but in this moment, she can feel sonkcs desperation and understand. That every moment might be his last as a hero, and it makes her want fo cry. With this new viewpoint strawberrys love is no longer soft nor fragile. She whispers spells that tie ariund him, not satisfied until his arms are raw and bleeding from the rope. Tasting a salty potion, strawberry pulls back and realizes she is crying.

"im sorry-"

"its ok."

They look through each other, sonic smiles and she returns one. "Come on, lets make another cake." they get up and begin to make another cake.

Not too sweet.

But just right.

[skylertheminish]

Daft short story thing done for a laugh. Guess this is a misadventures of the smol knights or something (and I thought it was cute and wholesome)

Bath time!

"Who'd think Galar of all places could get so hot" I know Galar had its sub tropics but that was further south. Not in the Highlands! "I hate this heat".

"Ah wheesh wi' yer complaining" my colleague hissed. Equally fed up of my whinging as she was with the heat. " we were called to help the folk here with their research". It was a pleasant change for sure! Being called to help some scientists dig up some bones and artifacts instead of ... well other more grim jobs.

Still didn't make the heat any easier to deal with!

"I shall complain and to my heart's content if I so choose" I retorted jokingly. Truth is I was having a good time! Along with a change of scenery it was legitimately interesting to learn about how people and Pokemon lived way back when!

Speaking of Pokémon they seemed to be enjoying themselves. From just enjoying the uncharacteristically hot weather to helping us on the site. The team consisted of a mix of Pokémon from Excadrill, obviously to help with excavation amd moving rubble, to a selection of other ground and fighting types typically found in such projects. Machokes, Gurrdurr and so on. This time accompanied with my team.

Bandit the Gallade

Buddy the Bolthound

Corvknight

Cinderace and of course the two most helpful little knights.

After hours of digging it was finally lunch time. My colleague was quick off the mark to the kitchen. She must know something I didn't. One of the scientists tried to argue with her but soon learned she wasn't going to budge. " Know something I don't Kate?"

"Aye" she looked at me before glancing gesturing to the other with the ladel " and your stomach will thank me too! I've had her cooking before. It's diabolical"

Pulling up a seat I replied "come on it cannae be that bad. Can't be worse than mine".

Kate just looked at me "...think I'll go check on the Pokemon" and just as well as I caught sight of Ceruledge. She was absolutely caked in dirt! "Aye wee lass, come here! Bath time".

Hearing those two words would either be a blessing or a curse. She loved baths! But she equally liked to be .... Let's say difficult. Luckily she chose to come over beeping happily, giving a lovely muddy hug! "Argh! You just had to get me all dirty didn't you?" I teased, catching sight of her adopted brother jogging over "don't you worry you're getting washed too!".

Prepping a bowl of warm water and sponge. The small knight continued to get mud all over me while refusing to stay still. " Having a good time aren't ya? Awfully proud of what you've done aren't you?" My complaining was met with giggling as she squirmed and wriggled around. Splashing all who got close enough with warm soapy water. It was relief when she took interest in the sponge as it meant no more splashes of soapy water.

"And done! Off ya go and play now" I would soon regret saying this as she took off chirping happily with the sponge.

"you've unleashed a horror upon us" Kate tossed her two pence in. And right she was! For no one was safe. All were going to have a bath!

She ran up to Bandit who just looked at her getting soap all over him before running off to her next victim. "I've got ya bandit" a sigh escaping my lips as I walked over to rinse the soap off of him. This was my mess after all.

Ceruledge had set her sights on some of the scientists. Her cleaning them was met with mixed results, although most just seem to think it was cute.

Then she set her sights on me. And I was going to be a pest!

"I see you there! Looking at me. Is it my turn? My turn for a bath? Well then... You'll have to catch me first!" With a smile I took off with the small Ceruledge giving chase. "You shall never catch me! I shall remain dirty" I teased, searching for somewhere to hide. Once said hiding spot was found I hunkered down thinking this bush would be adequate, Not seeing that Armarouge was giving away my hiding spot.

Hearing her brother calling out. She ran as fast as she could to catch me. But I was too slippery! Managing to escape her and ran straight into Bandit who got hold of me. Unable to escape I met my soapy fate "Noooo! Curses! I've been caught".

"Better luck next time" Kate chuckled as she gave the curry a good stirring.

"Aye am gonna-pfft. Need it" I managed to spit out. Lifting the infant Ceruledge up after being freed from Bandit's grasp. " Happy now? Did you have fun?" She gave nothing but happy chirping and giggles, still trying her best to get soap all over me. " Sounds like you-pfftt! Peh! I do so like the taste of soap"

She just smiled, couldn't see it obviously but I could sense it. Clearly pleased with what she had done and honestly...

I wouldn't have her any other way.

[compassionatereminders]

i understand where you mean and come from.

i think overall i just wanted a friendship like that back because he was never egregious about my transition and it felt like i found someone who understood me from growing up in trauma and broken home like situation. i really wanted that friendship, maybe though you and my friends have a point. there..just might be nothing there for me. even if we BOTH changed. i thought if two people changed its okay again.

but in reality i just wanted to show and feel i was doing my best, because no one else loved me for being trans so i went looking for it. mot even romantically. i just missed having someone around who listened for those hurts.

i guess in the end i could say something and make that a test and excuse to vet if they are angry amd dint actually feel or do the change i saw in the apology.

most people are right tho- you can heal without going back to anyone. i really believed that but i felt so suffocated by my conscious that i just didnt try. didnt do more. i want to do my best, i don't always know what that looks like,

if anything i know ur not a therapist but thanks for listening, and i hope me going back to a possible toxic place didnt unheal anything. if anything my closure is within, from trying, from olive branch reaching and my end of amends.

i cant expect the same love and gratitude now that ive changed and learned about love. self care and respect and boundries.

i guess it doesnt change that i still want that- and i dont know where to look for it all the time in the person and people i forgive. my therapist said at the time "you can be friends later on..it doesnt have to be anytime soon" and i was really "???" because i didnt even know people were allowed to be friends after breaks ups of a sort.

maybe it depends, i wish i knew everything already haha..🤍

It's not that people with bad blood between them aren't allowed to be friends/reconnect afterwards, but I am getting the clear impression that your reasons for going back to this person are less about final closure and more about not being over them. And it's not that you're not allowed to go back for that reason if you have decided that's what you want/need, but in most cases inviting an ex who hurt you back into your life because you're still hoping for a better ending isn't the most constructive decision

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

KIP NIGHTENGALE

RECORDS OF MY RUNS

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We are still at the ranch but I'm itchin to leave and bad. I wanna commit some more robberies. I wanna feel that thrill. I wanna get the money from it. I want it and I need it right now! It's a problem. I ain't bad, I ain't. I swear. I have some morals and self control. I just can't stand doin chores all damn day it ain't the life for me. I can't milk and feed cows all my life. I can't just keep on doin this. I think imma sneak out tonight. I needa sneak out. I needa be free for just a little bit. I just need that time. I'll do anything to be able to be off this ranch for any amount of time I'm losing my mind here!

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I did it. I left. I crawled out the window of the guest room, crawled down the roof, admittedly, ungracefully. I fell down the last few feet but I didn't get too hurt. I didn't care if I did at this point. This life is...safe. too safe. It ain't me ans I ain't right for it. I ain't gonna jeopardize anybody this time, I'm smarter than that. But I at least needa get off the ranch again. Just for a whole cycle of day. I wrote my sister a note, telling her how I went out for the day and swore not to rob anything in the note.

I know she's all hooked on heifer and he ain't that bad a kid. But I. Need. Out. And I can tell she's even gettin antsy too. Heifer hasn't tamed her, yet. He's got lots a way to go. She loves makin unsuspecting so-called 'men' think they're all that. It makes her hit all the more satisfying for her. And her methods were fool-proof before the incident separating us. And even now they still work pretty well. Besides I know her, she can't lay low and just pickpocket forever.

Anyhow, I managed out the ranch. Not far just in the town right outside of it. I went to the inn for some drinks and hit on the pretty bartender, as per usual. She was a little fancier dressed than the ones back home. I found the deeper colors and patterns in her dress rather fitting. It made me feel out of place which made me a little weird feelin. I never feel out of place at inns. Usually inns have scum. Losers and criminals as low as me and dressed from head to toe in the clothes to prove it. These folk looked normal to say the least amd downright successful to say the most. I felt so lost and everything was so unfamiliar until I saw-

"A WANTED POSTER?! HERE?!" I shouted. Everyone looked at me and I awkwardly snickered, rubbing the back of my head. The chatter started up again and I got the 'tenders attention again. "S-Scuse me, miss. What's the word on that fella behind ya?" "Him? Oh, he's said to mighty dangerous...." "Really?" I asked, leaning closer. I was trying to fake my intrigue but the truth is, I was restraining it. "I had that outburst cause uh...I see his poster a little often now. Not too much or in too many big places but. Yknow." "You travel often then, sir?" "Oh. Yeah...Fer my job" "Whaddya do? Oh lemme guess...hmmm...given that journal poking out yer satchel I'm guessing yer a writer!" "Uh...yeah. You could say that." "Whaddya write about?" "Ohhh uh...theories...about that fella behind ya." "Really? Like what?" "Oh yknow...uh...his identity...and his...motive...?" "Oo that sounds fascinating sir! Who do you think he is?" "Well...I...I have a theory he's someone like Billy The Kid...." "Truly?!" "Yup...I think he didn't...actually die..." "That's rather absurd, sir." "Well sure but I don't...really believe jt I just...think he's as good." I awkwardly giggle, losing myself in this lie. "Say, ya think I look like that fella behind ya?" She looked at me than the poster, laughing. "Oh, no! Never, silly!" "And why's that, girlie?" "Yer far too young to be coffin dodger!" I sighed in relief a little, getting scared I was recognizable given how much o stuck out around here. "Gee, thanks." "Sure, no problem. Besides, ya look too cute to be a criminal." She winked at me and I smirked a little, kicking my feet up.

Maybe I could get adjusted to this town

[tittyinfinity]

Sigh rant continued

Not to mention that my whole family offered to buy his kids Christmas presents because his family doesn't celebrate it (and it's not for religious reasons, it's because D's parents NEVER bought any more than one outfit per kid [9 of them], never bought them any toys, and they saw Christmas as "kids just wanting to be spoiled," and now D doesn't think it's think it's important to buy his kids anything, Christmas or not). All his kids' clothes amd toys were bought by MY FAMILY. I was the one who took them clothes/toys shopping on my DISABILITY income.

And the only reason he went broke and needed the help was because he blew through the $50k he had saved up from his $80k a year job he had 5-9 years ago. And the only reason he saved that up is because he just doesn't fucking buy anything other than alcohol and cigarettes. The 50k lasted him FIVE YEARS.

He started claiming "no one else will hire me for for 80k a year again so I might as well just give up and spend all the money that could have been a down payment on a house or a college fund for my kids'

He ended up getting a job for a few months in between those 5 years (2019) and quit and never tried again. He had rental assistance at that time and lost it because of quitting that job. Then came the "no one will hire me or rent to me anymore because of that" and "i can't get rental assistance now because of that". He had a free babysitter (me) and a free car to get there with (mine). But no, I guess the job just sucked or whatever.

So his whole "I can't get my own lease bc I don't have paystubs" "I can't get a job because I dont have the resources to do so" sounds super sus to me. My uncle' landlord was willing to rent out to him simply based on the fact that he had enough money left over up to consistently pay rent for a few months until he found a job (he never even looked). You're telling me no other landlord would have seen his bank account and been willing to work with him? Especially in those few years when he still had tens of thousands saved up?

And "no one will hire him bc he has no work history for the past few years"? With his resume including him being at the top of a company from 2013-2017? An 80k a year job? Like yeah, NOW he can't get a job bc his dad doesn't let him leave the house and stole all his shit, he doesn't even have an ID now, but when he was staying with me and at my uncle's? What fucking excuse did he have then? I never saw him apply for a job. Not even once.

But nah, he ran out of money finally and needed the donation money to get an old friend states away to come get him, just to end up back at his parents' house "because it didn't work out." Ungrateful ass had like 20 people donate to him and he just fucked it all off. Making ME feel like a scammer. Yeah, the money DID help in that situation, but it ended up being all for nothing.

And now I can't even get a response from him about the car in my uncle's driveway that he said he'd move WEEKS ago and my whole family keeps giving ME shit for it.

I got into his car last night and half of his kids' clothes were in there, moldy as fuck. The ice that froze over his passenger window shattered it. It won't even turn on now, but I think it's bc my sister's sketchy ass boyfriend who previously asked me if he could steal parts off of it actually did it. So now the car most likely has to be trashed. Bc D just doesn't fucking care about anything!

Every conversation we've had over the last few months has been "my life is so horrible, my dad stole my keys and my debit cards (true) and won't let me leave the house (also true) but I don't wanna live with you, your mom, or your uncle who are all offering me a place to live FOR FREE because I'm such a horrible person and I don't deserve anything, I suck, my kids just have to learn that life sucks, everyone should hate me"

I ended up going off on him after him calling me drunk every single night to tell me about how horrible he is. Conversations like

– "Hey D! I had a nice time with my family today :)"

"Yeah well good for you because my family hates me and I never have fun."

– "wow, D! You're so gorgeous and I love your face😊"

"I'm just an ugly horrible person, no one should like me."

– "I'm having trouble with parenting and I just need to vent."

"At least you have people who will watch your kid for you when you're overwhelmed. My parents just tell my kids to leave them alone and take away all their toys because 'it's not fair that their grandkids get toys when none of their kids ever did'" (that's true, but that's not the fucking time to talk about it.)

I was there for him the way I wanted someone to be there for me when I was that depressed. I thought I could help him. Instead, I became more depressed from him constantly draining my emotional energy by having to tell him all day every day that he doesn't suck. He bought a half gallon of alcohol every day and I turned into an alcoholic bc of how depressing life was being with him. I went to the hospital for alcohol poisoning twice this year and found out I smashed holes in my uncle's wall while I was blacked out after he denied that my kid has autism and blamed his behavior on my parenting. I had NEVER in my life done something like that, or anything else I did while trying to keep up with how much he drank (like passing out in my mom's sunroom naked for my family to find me like that). I'm completely sober now except for the few weekends I drank with my friends and NONE of that behavior has returned.

He was just so fucking horrible to my mental health. I did everything for him. Let him live with me. Shared my car with him. Risked my own mental health to save his. Took care of his kids. Fed everyone with my food stamps. GOT $300ish DONATED FOR HIM FOR GAS TO MOVE OUT OF HIS PARENTS.

And I can't even get a response from him to use his own profile on my family's hulu account instead of using mine or to ask about why his car is still sitting at my uncle's after promising forever ago he'd move it once he mailed his keys to me (which I recieved a month ago). He said he'd pull money out of his 401k to take care of it. And I was like...

YOU HAVE A FUCKING 401K YOU COULD HAVE PULLED MONEY OUT OF THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU ASKED ME TO ASK OTHERS FOR HELP?????

Fucking ungrateful piece of shit. I'm done dealing with his ass

Helped my ex out with all that donation shit to make sure he and his kids had a fucking place to go other than his abusive dad's house and he can't even give me the time of day to talk about important shit about getting his car back to him because I made him mad when I told him he was being shitty to his kid.

I stg he's constantly changing between the best person in the world and the worst person in the world. We've stayed friends between breakups for 5 years but now I don't even wanna be his friend. I'm still worried about his kids but fuck it I have my own kid and I can't save every abused child in the world.

Just can't get over how his daughter started calling me "mom" right before his parents ripped her and her brother away from me.

[fuckitallbackdown]

umm guess who just bought tickets to a Queen & 70s party night??? ME AND IM SO EXCITED

[kedreeva]

Hello fucker im the anon losing my absolute marbles about godfuckingdamned stranger things

Not only are you apparently not going alone to hell and have fucking grabbed me and decided to take me along with you you fuck but i feel as though i was plucked out the 3 story window of my fucking flat and shoved inti the metaphorical backseat of the fucking zamboni machine heading straight for hells fiery gates WHILE I WAS MERELY TRYING TO WET MY NIN EXISTENT FLOWERS ON THE WINDOW SEAL

Having said that i can absolutely fucking tell that the characters themselves are holding the fucking thing together and it would work eith absolutely nonsensical plot SINCE I KNOW ALMOST NONE OF THE PLOT (UNFORTUNATELY I DO KNOW A BIT NOW SINCE IVE BEEN CONSUMING THE FUCKING FICS OF THIS FANDOM LIKE A MANIAC FOR THE PAST 2 DAYS) AND IM STILL LOSING MY SHIT OVER THEM

I have also fucking decided to start watching the fucking thing right fucking now even though im so fucking behind on several deadlines and assignments including a very important one thats due right thia fuckinh week and for which i have yet to write ANYTHING and which has to be about 80 fucking pages long by the end of it so yes i am truly having the fucking time of my life goddamn it i was gonna start watching the fucking thing literally last night but i fell fucking asleep at about 2am because of the all nighter i had pulled the previous night reading the fucking steddie fics and last night i fell asleep woth my fucking phone in my hand doing guess fucking what READING ON AO3 ONCE AGAIN

I literally only vaguely know how steve and eddie look and dustin a little bit and robin a little bit and thats IT but goddamn do i have strong feelings for like 9 characters i know fuckall about except for fanon

As for the goddamn fic that made me lose the last of my sanity it wasnt even a Proper h/c per se just had some h/c in it which was game enough for my tired ass to deem it a h/c fic in my exvaustion and insanity and i do NOT unfortunately remember the name of it but i do know that it was by a fellow whose usernmae is pukner which i somehow remember and it was about 40k long amd what fucking made me read it and LOSE it and i mean LOSE IT like fucking LOSE IT was that it had NONBINARY steve kedreeva it had fucking NONBINARY STEVE so yeah i truly have given uo all of my 2 drops of remaining sanity for the smallest possible little bit of serotonin i could possibly receive

KEDREEVA ITS GOTTEN SO FUCKING BAD I ENDED UP HAVING TO DITCH MY HANDMADE HANDPICKED SPOTIFY PLAYLIST FOR MY LAST FUCKING HYPERFIXATION EARLIER AND FUCKING LOOKING UP A STEDDIE PLAYLIST IM LOSING IT THAT BADLY

I blame you SO hard for everything you are literally never gonna stop hearing from me about this you shall deal with every single mental breakdown and Thought™ that i have because of stranger things from now on because youre the reason why im in this shitshow in the first place my fucking friends and acquaintances and EVERYONE both online AND IRL have been trying to get me to watch stranger things EVER SINCE IT FIRST CAME OUT and _THIS_ is what fucking does me in

Well, I found the fic in question, and a) there's more than one NB Steve written by this person and also they're on tumblr by the same name

and b) Hey....... anyone out there got some nonbinary steve harrington fics to rec? bonus if they're hurt/comfort fics apparently. If I'm going to be blamed, I'm gonna fuckin EARN IT :D Drop 'em in the replies or reblogs or askbox, happy to reblog tumblr links too.

c) heyyyy drop your Steddie playlists for anon let's make it worse as a FAMILY

[luciadiosa]

Betrothed to Another

Part 8

Part 7

"At least you are now for ever here...." Camilo says after a while. "Like you wished...years ago...."

He swallows hard. His body burns. The pain is like little stiches in every inch of his flesh and he thought he have to die too.

It took hours till Camilo finally stops his grief and went home

____________________

Some months later he sits on the table. Looking at the vision.

"Tio Bruno..." he says as Bruno walkes by behind his back.

Bruno stops. "Yes Milo?"

Camilo turns to him. "You see more then just that vision. So what do you else saw?"

He looks affected now. Sitting down next to Camilo and looks down to the vision.

"Y/n ist responsibly for you and Hernandez turning to stone." he explains and getting with every word quiet.

"So, i guess Y/N didn't to this to anyone. Especially you."

"But why she/he/they turned to stone? She/He/They could just go and never come back."

Bruno lifts his shoulders. "Maybe it is the punishment for trying to change the future? Or just an accident. I disbelieve she/he/they knew how to use the power."

After some seconds of silence Bruno stands up.

"So we cannot do anything to bring her back?" Camilo asks.

"Noone knows how. So no."

________________

He had to accept it. He had to leave you behind. Camilo oftens visited your statue. He tried to find an answer but without sucsess.

Even Isabela creats a flower crown for you, so he can places it on your statue. After one crown withered he always brings a new one. Always with diffrent flowers.

He continued it even after he accepted you were gone. Even as he found solace in the arms of another.

"Your not mad at me?" he asks in front of your statue.

The young woman next to him smiles.

"Dios Mio, mi amor. Y/N was very important to you. You should continue to honor your time you has together. Just don't forget the present and future. Me." she answers.

Milo smiles at her. "Thank you."

Over one year he needed to accept it. She helped him with such passion and symphatehic.

___________

The whole family was happy for Camilo. For moving on and find someone.

"So. Eliana. Do you have already your wedding dress?" Pepa asks her. All celebrate the engagement at casita.

"I have something in mind but I wanted the girl to help me." she answers and nods to Isabela, Mirabel und Luisa. "I would like if Dolores and you can come with me. I would be happy to hear your opinion."

Camilo's mother smiles. A rainbow appears above her head. "I would love too. Maybe some ruffled parts"

His new love nodds. "Sure. amd embroidered flowers."

Part 9

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[chibi-writes]

Hallo chibi-senpai, I saw you say that your requests are open. If it is okay, I would like to request some headcannons if Y/N suddenly places a flower crown on their S/O? (Preferrably, Lilia, Riddle, Azul amd Jamil 😳👉👈) hsbshdhhshdsb brainrot manifestation for these boys went ⬆️

A/n: We’ve all been there anon. Hope you enjoy the headcanons! 😊

A/n (post writing): I took it too far by accident and now these read more like scenarios. Sorry anon, I still hope you like them 😅

Riddle Rosehearts

- You came to Riddle with the proposal to have a picnic out in the Heartslabyul gardens. (We’re going to assume that’s not against the rules or something) He agrees, helping you make food in the kitchen with the help of Trey. Riddle also decided to bring a book with him.

- When you get to the perfect spot by the rose bushes, you both sit for a quiet day in the garden. Both of you switch between taking small bites of tart and an activity to keep yourselves busy. Riddle was reading, and that look of concentration was so cute.. While you were braiding some roses you picked (thankfully it wasn’t a wednesday) from the garden.

- By the time you were done, Riddle slowly closed his book, sighing andstretchingg while taking another bite of his tart. You look at the ringlet in your hand and come up with an idea. You reach over and gently place the crown on Riddle’s head. For a moment, he doesn’t notice.

- Then he feels the light weight of the crown on his head. “I- What’s this?” Riddle takes the crown off to look at it. “A crown. Because you are royalty to me.” He was blushing to the ears! How cute! He hides his face behind his hand and puts the flower crown back on. “Th- Thank you.”

Azul Ashengrotto

- You (somehow) convinced him to file taxes, proofread deals and do his homework outside. Under a tree, and on a bench, out near the Ramshackle dorm, was you and Azul. Him, working on some deals and filing through some documents, and you, absentmindedly braiding flowers into rings. 

- When you initially planned to take him out of his office, you hoped it would get him to clear his head and slow down (poor boy was working himself to the bone) but.. He just ended up focusing and working just as hard, while swatting away stray leaves, cursing at the occasional wind, and asking bees to buzz off. 

- So, you took one of the flower crowns you made and just. Gently placed it on Azul’s head. When he felt the slight weight of the crown on his head he paused and looked up at you, puzzled. He feels around his head and feels the crown, he briefly takes it off to look at it. “May I ask what this is for?” You explain that you thought it would look nice on him.

- “I see.” Azul placed the crown back on his head. Who knows? Maybe he’ll join you in making one after he solved this quick math problem

Jamil Viper

- How you got him to take a break is probably a miracle. Or Kalim is helping you and purposely toning down his shenanigans. Either way, you convince Jamil to hang out with you in the Botanical Gardens, claiming the plants might help him get some fresh air. Although he reluctantly agrees. 

- The majority of the time you and Jamil are talking on a bench, taking the time to slow down and enjoy the lively plants around you both. You keep your hands busy by weaving a flower crown out of some asters you found. Jamil was also keeping his hands busy with a similar task, by also making a flower crown, but you hardly noticed..

- You were the first one finished. As you tie the last stem you proceed to place the crown on Jamil’s head. He knew you were making one for him so he didn’t stop you. “Oh? My dear what is this?” He gently pats the crown on his head. “It’s a crown, because you are my king” 

- He stops. If you look closely his cheeks look a little rosy. “Oh?” Then he proceeds to place his (albeit more extravagant) crown on your head. “Then shall you be the one by my side?” Oh my, it seems now you’re the one blushing! Leave it to Jamil to turn the tables!

Lilia Vanrouge

- My? What do we have here? You tried asking Lilia if he wanted to go to the woods behind the school for a date? Why not? A little fresh air never hurt anyone.

- While you and Lilia sit by a tree, (Well, you were sitting by the tree. Lilia was hanging upside down from said tree) you were weaving some daisies together into a crown. Lilia was telling you stories while you worked. It was nice. A moment to yourselves on a quiet afternoon. 

- By the time you finished the crown, Lilia had gotten down from the tree and was sitting next to you, talking of a story about when Silver and Sebek were young. You gently place it on his head and just... Wait. Lilia takes notice almost immediately and asks you about it. “Oh? What’s this for?”

- “I don’t know I just thought you’d like it.” Lilia smirked. “I do like it. I’ll you one too.” You were about to say he didn’t have to but he was already looking around for flowers so accept the inevitable I guess? You both continue talking and making crowns well into the evening, even bringing back a handful of crowns for the rest of Diasomnia.

[bjornswoman]

Photograph

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! Sorry for being so late, but I have some serious problems and it was difficult for me to write or post. I am so so sorry. I will try to post the days I am supposed to. I am so grateful for your support, I am truly. Thanks for reading.

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader

Genre: Modern!au, smut, drama, angst.

Summary: You and your husband are divorcing or not.

Warnings: Smut, strong language, mention of divorce.

You looked at the photo again, tears continued to stream from your eyes insanely. It was the only photo that had left to you. All rhe others were pieces on the floor of your former house, the house you shared with your ex husband, the one that you were still in love with. You could remember the day that was taken this photo. It was you wedding day, the happiest day of your life, or so you wanted it to be. From that first night of you and Ivar as married couple the problems had started to take their place between you. But after that at the ceremony and the party, you were so happy, he was as well. You had been dating three years before you decided to get marry, but your marriage didn't last long. A year was too short. His company's matters got between you. You were fighting on daily basis and one day he proposed that divorce would be the best option for both of you. The only problem that this decision hurt even more than before. At least then you were close to him.

The last time you saw him was when you went to you former house to pack your stuff and that meeting lasted too short because he was needed in his office. That was a huge lie. He just couldn't watch you pack your stuff, his heart wouldn't bear it. He loved you, but he hurt you with his mean words and his wrath. He was the one qho started most of the fights amd he immediately regretted everything, but it was late. That last meeting was three months ago. Three whole months since your last encounter. You stopped having contacts with his brothers or their wives, it hurt you and it wasn't right for Ivar.

Every member of his family tried to get you back together, even Bjorn bothered about your relationship with his little brother, but nothing could fix things between you. Sooner or later that would happen. Maybe the Gods had other plans for you. Maybe, even after everything you had been through, you weren't meant to be. And that hurt you more than anything else, because you wanted to be with him. You wanted to put an end at your torment, but you were afraid that he didn't live you anymore. But little did you know. He was head over heels in love with you, as you were, and he was getting worse day after day, because you were not around him. You make him want to be a better man, but only you could do that.

He was staying in the house you shared together after your marriage and drinking non-stop. He was hurting the people who were close to him, especially his mother. She was desperate, she even came to find you and that didn't happen only once. She cared for you, as well, and considered you as her own daughter. You made Ivar feel something that no other woman did, you made him change and she admired you for that. Ivar was her beloved son and her heart couldn't bear seeing him destroying himself even more day after day. But she knew you too and she saw your sadness. She tried to get you and him to talk, but that didn't happen.

He had even been told that you had found another man. Sigurd, one of his brothers, had seen you with a coworker and didn't hesitate to take a photo of you and him, just to hurt Ivar even more. After that, he grieved and hated you. Actually, he hated himself because he couldn't hate you, not even a bit. He loved you with everything had remained of his broken heart, but he refused even to speak to you and you didn't dare to do so, you didn't want to enrage him more than he had already been. Only your lawyers were talking.

You hadn't asked anything from him. No money, not the house you lived with him, nothing. After all, you didn't want his money, you just wamted Ivar and you couldn't have him. Maybe before there was a chance for you, but after that photo Sigurd took, you had lost it and that hurt you even more.

The only thing that had remained to you from your relationship with Ivar were jus memories and this photo. He was so stubborn and refused to take photos, when you insisted to take some. He used to say that you would always be together. He said that the memories remained inside your head and he wasn't wrong. In your mind were replaying, non-stop, memories with him. You couldn't sleep at night because his blue piercing eyes, that reminded you of the see, were haunting your dreams.

You couldn't live without him and he couldn't live without you. Both of had done mistakes, but none of you deserved this punishment.

One soft knock on the door of the apartment you had been renting, made you put the photo on the table. You wiped away the tears from your face quickly.

When you opened the door, you frowned. You didn't expect that person to come here, after that photo with Paul, your coworker. Paul was the only person that had bothered to ask about your condition after your divorce. You were thankful to him for that, but nothing else happened between you two. Ivar was the only man you had even loved truly and deeply. Now his mother, Aslaug, was standing outside your apartment's door. She hadn't come after the photo and you couldn't blame her. You would act the same way if it was for your child. You left some space for her to come in your house and she did. She sat on the couch and you did the same.

"I wouldn't come here, (Y/N), but Hvitserk insisted that it was for Ivar, so I came. The boys told me that this man is just someone who asked for your condition. Ubbe himself asked him, alongside with Bjorn and Hvitserk." She spoke and you shook your head. She took your hand inside hers and looked deep in your soul. "Excuse me for being so harsh on you, but you know how much I love Ivar. When you will have your children, you will understand how it is for a mother to see one of them like that." She continued and you smiled.

"I know, Aslaug, and I understand it. I know about yours and Ivar's relationship. So you don't need to be excused, you need what a motger would do for her child." You started and she smiled. Her hands left yours and wrapped around your waist, she hugged tightly, like your own mother would do. You closed your eyes and let a couple of tears to fall from your eyes. When you pulled away, her hands moved to the table and took the photo on her hands. She looked at it for some time and then she looked at you, a smile was formen on her face.

"I remember every inch of that day." She confessed and looked back at the photo one her hands. "Ivar was so nervous, he wanted everything to be just perfect for your special day. Just an hour before the ceremony, when you called him, he thought that you had regretted, but you only wanted to talk to him. I have never seen him so happy before." She spoke and you couldn't keep the tears from falling. She didn't understand because her eyes were stuck on the photo. When she looked at you the smile on her face faded away. She hugged tightly again and let you cry on her shoulder.

You couldn't hold them. All these months the only think you did was crying, because of your miserable life and your destroyed marriage. There were just some signs before you were officially divorce with Ivar, then he would make his life and leave you behind. That was your greatest fear.

"Clean your beautiful face, dear. Ivar told me that there something yours that you have forgot in your house. He is going to sell it, so he packed his stuff and found it, I don't know what it is, he just told to tell about this. He should go take it, whatever it is." She spoke and you wiped the tears away from your eyes. You tried to recall what you had forgotten, but you couldn't. That day you were crying non-stop and put the things inside your boxes quickly, so you wouldn't stay any longer in that house, that contained many of your memories with Ivar. You nodded and you stood up, Aslaug did the same. "You should go now. Ivar isn't going to be there. At this time, he is in the comlany, I guess, or somewhere with his brothers." She said and you nodded again. She smiled at you and hugged you one last time, before she leave.

Within some time, you were outside your old house. The one you shared with you soon-to-be ex husband. You had chosen that exact house because of the garden. It had a big garden that the children you wanted to have together would play there old day, but the Gods didn't bless your marriage. Also, in that very garden happened your last fight, the one that led to divorce. Ivar's wrath led him to speak to you about divorce and you own to accept it. So the next day you left and both of you talked with your lawyers.

You took your keys off your purse and unlocked the door. You frowned when you saw that the house was just the way you had left it. Aslaug had told you that Ivar was going to sell this house, but everything was there, even his coat was on the hook. You stepped inside the bedroom and there you found Ivar, sitting on the bed, holding a rose on his hand. You were confused.

"You took your time to come." He spoke and tried to reach his crutches. You reached them for him and he stood up infront you. He give it to you and you smiled, but you were still confused. You were looking at the rose, when his hand placed on your cheek and you lift your eyes on his blue ones, that you missed so much.

You had missed his touch, his scent, everything that had to do with him. That three months were the most difficult months of your whole life. You closed your eyes for a moment, when his hand started caressing your cheek softly.

"You mother told that you told her that I have forgotten something here." You spoke and he smiled. He leaned close enough to you, so his mouth was inches away from yours. You breath became heavier and you caught yourself wanting him to kiss you.

"You have forgotten me." He whispered. His hot breath fell on your lips, driving you crazy. Before you could even think about an answer, his lips pressed on yours. You didn't resist him. Actually, you kissed him back without hesitation. You needed that kiss. When he kissed you, you felt like you were alive again. Like you had found your oxygen. You didn't want to pull away from this passionate kiss, but you had to, because both of needed to breathe. When you stopped kissing, he didn't pull away. After the kiss both of his hands cupped your face. "There wasn't a day that I wasn't thinking about you, (Y/N). I can't live without you. I was a mess all this time and that photo with that man broke me. I wanted to hate you, but I couldn't. That pain in my heart all this time we were apart, was more painful than that one of my bones. I don't want a divorce, I can't give up on us. We have to give it a chance, try one more time, but if you don't want this, I will understand and--" You couldn't let him finish. From the start of his words, you started tear up. You felt the exact same thing, but you didn't dare to tell him all this time, you didn't even dare to look at him, after the photo. Now that you knew you couldn't let him finish. Your hands placed on his shirt and you pulled him closer and kissed him again. That was unexpected for him, but he kissed you back, that kiss was rougher than the previous one.

"I will give us the chance, I can't divorce you, Ivar. I can't live without you either." You said and a smile covered his face. He tried to kiss again, but your stopped him. You pushed back to bed and he sat on it. You took his crutches and placed them next to the bed. After that your were infront of him again, but not for long. You fell on your knees to take off his braces.

You did it very carefully, in contrast with Hvitserk. When Hvitserk took off them his legs were hurting way too much. He wanted to kill him every single time, but he couldn't, because his legs were killing him. That days the only thing he wanted was to stay on that bed with you next to him.

"You are too slow." He said playfully and you looked at him, the same way he was looking at you.

"And you are too impatient." You spoke back and continued to take off the second brace of his. He laughed and you smiled. You loved hearing his laugh like that. He sounded like a child. When you finished taking off his braces, you stood up and when closer to him. You took the rose, that you had left on the bed next to him before you started taking off his braces. "A rose? I thought that was cliché for you." You said with a smile on your face and he exhaled deep. You hands travelled on your waist and he lifted you, he placed you to bed and came on top of you. He took the rose off your hands.

"It is, but I thought that I should give you one, after all I have never given you one before." He spoke and you felt that he felt a bit uncomfortable. You smiled at him and he did the same. He couldn't wait any longer, he missed way too much. His lips attacked your neck and his hands moved all over your bad squeezing parts. Every time, after you had laid with him, there were marks all over you body, hickeys, scratches, bites and bruises. He enjoyed when he saw his love marks on you, you liked them as well.

"You gave me flowers before." You half whispered, half moaned and he chuckled on your neck. "On our wedding." You continued and he stopped attacking your neck and leaving marks on it. It was like he was an artist and you were his canvas.

"Oh yeah, that time as well." He said and took off his shirt revealing his tattooed body. Your hand travelled on his chest and caressed him. He let your hand continue what it was doing, but he stopped. He helped you take off your clothes and be only on your underwear.

You had missed this, you had missed Ivar.

Seeing you like this his pants got tighter and you could feel his erection on your thigh. That made you even more wet than you had already been. His hands travelled at your back. He took your bra off your body and freed your breasts. If it wasn't for Ivar, you would feel insecure about it. At the beginning of your relationship you couldn't let yourself feel comfortable about your breasts. You had always been hearing comments about them, who made you feel uncomfortable and even insecure. He was insecure too about his legs at first. Now both of you didn't feel insecure about anything, you loved everything that each other had. You loved all of Ivar and he loved all of you.

His lips placed on one of your breasts and his hand caressed the other. You closed your eyes and moaned.

"I've missed you." You whispered and he chuckled. He wanted to hear you saying it over and over again. He stopped what he was doing and his hand travelled on your thighs. You moaned deeply and he chuckled again. He took off your panties and one of his fingers were so close to your entrance. You gasped, you wanted him to touch you, so much, but he didn't.

"Yeah, I can see how much you miss me." He said and placed his hands on his belts, he untied it and throw it one the floor next to your cloths and his shirt. You couldn't wait any longer and he knew that, you couldn't wait as well, but he enjoyed seeing you so greedy for him. When he finally got rid of his clothes, put on a condom and he thrusted inside you.

When he got inside you, he growled and you screamed his name. You took some time to get used to his size and when you did, he thrusted even harder than before. You liked him when he was rough to you and he was. He was gripping your hips firmly with strength, after this, you would have bruises there for sure.

When you had sex before, Ivar used to talk dirty to you, but this time was like one of your first times. The only difference was that you knew what each other enjoyed. Each time, when he pushed himself inside you harded you screamed his name and he growled like a wild animal would do, but you liked hearing him.

After some thrusts you felt that strange feeling in your belly, you were about to come. You closed your eyes tightly and you clenched around him, he groaned and started moving even faster. You screamed his name louder than before and you collapsed on the bed under him. He kept thrusting and after he come as well, growling again.

He pulled out of you and fell next to you on the bed. Both of you were sweating and you tried to catch your breaths. Your hair were even messier than they had already been. You turned to stare at him. He was lighting up a cigarette. Normally, you would have already been piseed off, because you had told thousands of times not to smoke inside the house and had never done that. Instead, he was smoking inside there. This time you didn't mind say a word, you didn't want to fight when you just got back together.

He wrapped his hand around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, you laid your head on his chest.

"We should call our lawyers, you know, to--" He didn't let you finished. He had already known what you were about to say. He had handled it, before you even came.

"I have already done that, so no one can bother us." He spoke and you smiled.

"And how did you know that I wouldn't want to divorce you?" You asked playfully and he looked at you for a moment, before he start talking.

"I didn't. If you said that you wanted it, I would call back and tell him to continue." He spoke and took a sip from his cigarette. "You don't want it, do you?" He asked again. He feared that you had regretted what happened, that you wanted to divorce him. You sat up on the bed next to him and your hands cupped his face.

"I don't want it. Truly, I never did. I just thought that you wanted it. That you didn't love me anymore." You spoke and he throw the cigarette on the ashtray, then he turned back to you.

"It would be impossible not to love you, (Y/N). When Hvitserk told me that this prick in the photo with you was just a coworker and nothing more I felt relieved and I understood that I had to do something to stop the divorce, or at least try. You know it took me long to come with this idea. It wasn't, actually, mine. It was my mother's, that's why I was holding the rose." He spoke truly and you smiled at him. He was so sweet. The fact that he agreed to do this was something that you appreciated. He wasn't that romantic kind of husband. You didn't need him to be romantic. You just wanted the man you married.

"Then we should thank Aslaug for what she did." You said and he smiled. He kissed you again. That kiss was slow and sweet. You could feel all his love that moment and he could feel all that you felt for him. "All this time we were apart, I kept staring at a photo from our wedding." You continued when you pulled away.

"I was keep staring at these pictures as well." He said and you smiled widely. You thought that he would tear them to pieces, after you packed your stuff and left, but he didn't. "Wait." He said and moved at the edge of the bed. He pulled your wedding album and came closer again. "I was keeping it under the bed. I went through the pages, drank whiskey and smoked." He confessed and you kissed his cheek.

"Well, now, I am here and we are going to give a second chance to our marriage. So we have to do more exciting things, but first, save this. You will destroy it if we keep it any closer to us." You spoke and placed your wedding album on his hands. He smiled and kissed your mouth again.

"Take some minutes to rest, my love, it's going to be a long night." He said when you pulled away and you chuckled. If there was a thing you were sure about, it would be that you couldn't live without that man, that you were lucky to call husband.

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius

[gravityunforgiven]

Right Where You Left Me (Kakashi x OC)

Pairings: Kakashi x OC, Jiraiya x Tsunade

Synopsis:

She was the daughter of a Legendary Sannin, He, a son of a disgraced shinobi. Fate brought them together but life tore them apart. Will they be able to take control of their destinies and find their way back to each other?

...Or will they be another victim of the cruel shinobi world they are both a part of?

Feel free to reblog!

Chapter Five

When Tsunade stepped outside the casino, she was frozen in her steps. She knew almost instantly that Akira was close by. She could still feel the faint but lingering presence of her chakra.

Akira’s here. She’s here.

There was no way Tsunade could have possibly mistaken Akira’s chakra for someone else’s. She may not have have seen her for a decade but Tsunade could never forget the familiarity of Akira’s presence. She knew it like the back of her hand. 

Akira’s chakra has always been a little different than of a normal shinobi largely due to the fact that wasn’t like the rest of them either. The uniqueness of her chakra was hidden in plain sight and would have been very obvious if one knows what to look for. 

By each passing second, Tsunade could feel herself sobering up. The sudden realization that her daughter was in such a close vicinity caught her off guard. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the emotions she had been trying to ignore for the past ten years. 

She wanted to see her. 

She had been meaning meaning to see Akira so many times in the last years that she had lost count of them. She had even gone as far as to reach the outskirts of their village only to turn back around and run for the hills. Tsunade just couldn’t face Akira. She was scared of what awaits her once she returned home, afraid of what Akira would say after she left her so many years ago.

She was terrified to be a burden for her daughter. It was never her intention to leave as long as she did, she only wanted to grieve properly and move on from Dan and Nawaki’s death but for some reason, a decade later, she was still grieving.

Tsunade didn’t exactly know what she was doing but she somehow found herself roaming around the unfamiliar village for the last person keeping her alive.

Just a glimpse. Just a glimpse then I’ll be gone. Tsunade kept repeating the words to herself. She had continously kept tabs on Akira through Jiraiya but there was nothing like seeing her in the flesh. 

Tsunade was well aware of the fact that she had hurt her daughter and she knew that her sudden return would cause her only more pain. She just couldn’t do that again. She just wasn’t ready to put Akira through all of that all over again. 

Though Tsunade could easily discern Akira’s chakra from a specific distance, she was certain that it was not the case for her daughter. Though it was clear that Akira was blessed with a remarkable skill in chakra control like her mother, Akira was just too young to remember Tsunade’s chakra. She was just so young.

It wasn’t long until Tsunade found her sitting on the bar of a sushi shop. Tsuande’s breath was caught in her throat. For a moment, the world around her disappeared and all she could see was her daughter. She was sitting on her own, her back faced Tsunade but there was no doubt in Tsunade’s mind that it was Akira. 

She knew it was her.

Her hair that used to reach her waist as a child now fell just a little past over her shoulder in waves of light blonde, a familiar Konoha issued cloak hung neatly on the back of her chair but Akira’s gaze was worlds away. She spun a chopstick in between her fingers as she stared at practically nothing.

Tsunade realized Akira was here on a mission. Tsunade almost scoffed at herself for thinking otherwise. Of course, she’s here on a mission. What was I expecting?

She would never admit it even to herself but a part of her still hoped that her worst fears hasn’t become a reality. Throughout the years, Jiraiya had relentlessly assured Tsunade that there was no reason for her to believe that Akira loathed her. He had told her that Akira understood why her mother left but she knew deep down that Akira must have hated her for leaving. She hated herself for leaving.

 What she did was cruel and selfish. But it was better than dragging Akira down with her to a pit of endless grieving and what ifs.

She had her glimpse of Akira. She had with her own two eyes how Akira had grown into an astonishing young woman. Tsunade knew she should leave. It was obvious that Akira was better off without her but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She knew she was being selfish yet again. Akira deserved so much better than her, she deserved a mother who can take care of her and not someone who needed taking care of.

Tsunade knew that the right thing to do was to keep her distance and she wasn’t sure if it was the  alcohol or just her but she found herself weaving hand signs and masking her appearance before closing the gap that separated her from her daughter. 

She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do when she sat on the stool next to Akira but the words came out of her mouth without her permission.

“You’re a long way from home.” Akira stopped mid-sip from her drink and looked at her right where the voice came from and found a woman clearly in her late 50s with graying hair and a smirk. 

For the second time that night,Tsunade’s breath was caught in her throat. When Akira’s eyes pierced into her own, for a split second, she saw Dan’s face instead. Even when Akira was young, people had told her how much they looked similar but seeing at her now, Tsunade thought how wrong all of them were. Akira had always been so much like Dan than she was of her. They just didn’t know him enough to see. 

Akira blinked a couple of times in confusion, unsure if she was the one being talked to by the unfamiliar woman. “I’m sorry?”

Instincts were suddenly taking over Akira’s entire body. She discreetly checked the shuriken holster on her left leg just in case the woman attacked.

“You’re Tsunade’s daughter.” She said as a matter of fact then casually orders a dish from the menu.

“Oh, no.” A defeated sigh escaped Akira’s lips. I know where this is going. She had encountered this conversation too many times than she wanted to remember. The resemblance between her and her mother kept giving away their relationship to the people Tsunade had a debt to.

“She owes you money doesn’t she?”

The woman chuckled, the lines on her face becoming more visible as she did so. “ She does actually.”

Akira shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m not paying for her.” Akira was definitely curious about the woman now. She seemed familiar, like they’ve met somewhere before though Akira was absolutely certain this was the first time she had ever seen the lady.

“Do I know you?” Akira’s eyes narrowed amd Tsunade’s heart skipped a beat.

“I used to know when you were younger.” That wasn’t exactly a lie in Tsunade’s part. She did know Akira as a child. Not anymore. The person sitting right next to her was completely different from the child who bid her goodbye on the village gates. That child was oblivious, unaware, still free from the gravity of her duties. This girl, no, this woman she was seeing bled of confidence and grace in ever action. Tsunade could see from her face how she had embraced her responsibilities wholeheartedly despite its burden. She had grown into someone Tsunade could only dream of becoming.

“Really?” Akira’s right eyebrow arched this time, still suspicious. So, Tsunade, still enamoured by the presence of her daughter, continued her cover story. She told her stories, facts only someone from the village would know and things no one would have known if they didn’t see Akira grow up. And true enough, Akira was convinced of her identity.

For what seemed like only a few minutes for Tsunade but hours in reality, the two exchanged stories with each other. It was much easier this way. To Akira, she was just a retired shinobi traveling the world, not someone living a life full of regrets. She told her stories of her time as a shinobi, the adventures, the missions, something she never had the chance to do when Akira was younger as she did not fully understood yet what it takes to become a shinobi. Still, she was careful to keep her cover on and noticed that Akira never mentioned any names. But still, it didn’t took long for Akira to succumb into the familiarity of the elder lady.

She didn’t have a lot of women in her life growing up. She had her friends for sure but Rin was gone, Kurenai was just only a few years older than her and even Kushina was not much older either. They were like her older sisters and Biwako Sarutobi became her honorary grandmother. The fact that the two most important women in her life died at the same night didn’t help at all. She didn’t have anyone to buy clothes with or talk to when her budding romance with Kakashi at the time became all too confusing. She went through all of these alone. Of course, she had Jiraiya but despite being the writer the Make Out Series, there were things only a fellow woman can understand.

As the older lady continued to speak next to her, Akira wondered if this is what it felt like to have a mother. The shinobi in her told her to shut up, pack her things and leave the woman who literally showed up from nowhere. She reminded herself that genjutsu was not exactly her strong suit but the other part of her was a little too assured that this woman was harmless and she was technically part of her old life. She was just so kind and she listened and laughed with her.

 They talked about the village and how much it has changed over the last few years. Tsunade told her abour her travels and the places she had visited and it came to her knowledge that Akira had dreamt to travel sthe world as well. Not for missions, but for herself. When Tsunade asked asked what was stopping her, Akira’s answer was short but it was more than enough for her to see the dedication that she has for the village. Like her father. 

“I guess I want to protext my people more than anything.” She answered with a shrug and a smile. Tsunade knew she meant each word from the look in her eyes alone. Akira told her how protecting the village was what she wants to do the most not because she needs to,but because she wants to. There was nothing else she would rather be than be a protector of her home.

“So you want to become Hokage, then? Is that what you want too?” Do you have his dream too?

Akira’s laugh filled the air. “No.” she chuckled. “I don’t really like paperwork.” This made Tsunade laugh herself. She guess that Akira had seen the mountains of paperwork from the Third Hokage and it did not look appealing to her either.

“ I prefer protecting the village from the outside. Besides, I’m better off at field work anyway.”

“Captain?” Their converstaion was interrupted by two seemingly normal shinobis to the normal eye but their all too familiar black cloaks immediately gave away their identities to Tsunade.

ANBU.

Akira quickly excused herself from their conversation and headed out. Tsunade was well aware of the fact that Akira had joined the ANBU at an age younger than what everyone was accustomed to but she was never informed that Akira had become a team captain. Both she and Jiraiya had been against the idea of Akira being an ANBU knowing how dangerous the missions they were sent to are but there was really nothing anyone could do when Akira sets her mind to something. All they could do was to watch and pray that she would come home every time.

The three talked in hushed tones but Tsunade heard enough to perceive that whatever their mission is, it was not going as planned. 

There was a moment of silence between the three as Akira contemplated what their next move would be.

“Tell the others we’re moving out on the first light.” Her command was curt but spoken with absolute finality. 

When Akira returned to her seat, there was a noticeable change in her mood. “Mission’s not going well, huh?” Tsunade asked though the answer was more than obvious by the look in Akira’s face.

Akira let out a deep and frustrated sigh. “I don’t really like long-term missions.”

“Someone waiting for you back home?” Tsunade took her chances and asked. She wondered if Akira had had the chance to fall in love yet. She hoped that Akira hadn’t yet as she wanted to be there for her daughter when she starts dating but the deep flush of red quickly spreading across Akira’s cheeks told her otherwise.

Oh.

Akira contemplated for a second wether she would divulge that information to the still annamed woman but before she could tell herself to stop, s smile was already forming on her lips.

“There is, actually.”

Man, I really should shut-up now.

Tsunade could see a gleam in Akira’s eyes as she told her how much this man means to her. All her worries from her mission seemed to disappear with the mention of the man. She looked incredibly happy and for that, Tsunade was beyond grateful. 

If you ever find yourself in the Land of Fire, You should come by to the village. I think he would love to meet you.” Akira says as she gestured for the bill.

Tsunade would love to meet him as well knowing that she is forever indebted to this person for bringing joy into her daughter’s life. 

The two women reached for the bill at the same time, and for a split second, their skins touched. All Tsunade could think about was heat.

Akira’s skin was abnormally hot against her. The medic ninja in her was sure that Akira had a fever of at least a hundred at the bare minimum. 

“I got this. It’s the least I could do for my mother.” Akira says, pulling out a couple of bills from her wallet.

“You’re sick.” Tsunade placed a hand on Akira’s forehead and confirmed that she was warmer than usual. 

Akira looked at her in confusion before dismissing her with a laugh. “I’m always warm.” She grinned. “That’s just me.” 

Tsunade knew it must have been an effect of being the Okami’s reincarnation she had developed while growing up. It wasn’t like this when Akira was a child or she would have instantly noticed it. 

Questions as to what else Akira may have developed plague Tsunade’s mind but she never had the chance to ask Akira because she was once again caught off guard when Akira placed her own Konoha issued cloak around Tsunade’s shoulders.

“Here. Looks like you need it more than I do.” Akira adjusted the cloak on Tsunade’s shoulder and zipped it into place. 

“But it’s cold out-“

“I’m always warm remember?” Akira held the entrance curtains of the shop out of the way for Tsunade.

The two of them stood outside the shop where the moon was already shining bright and the streets were lit with street lights. 

“You know between the two of us, you have more chances in seeing my mother more than I do.” Akira started. She knew that it was incredibly inappropriate to ask a favor from someone she had just met and whom she refuses to grace with her name but she was desperate. She had to see her mother even for a moment.

Akira had made it a point to not talk about Tsunade whenever Jiraiya was around knowing ythat the man was also having a hard time dealing with his own feelings and juggling his time between fulfilling his destiny and fathering Akira as much as he possibly can.

This woman was her last chance in order to talk to her mother and sparing Jiraiya.

“So if you ever see her, can you do me a favor and tell her to come home?” Akira looked straight into the eyes of her mother and Tsunade saw right through her and into the sadness Akira was trying so hard to conceal.

“Tell her that I understand that she doesn’t owe anything to me but I need to know-“ Akira’s voice broke.

“Tell her I need to know if it was me.” Akira forced a smile in her face. “I deserve at least that.”

I need to know if she left because I was different. Because I wasn’t like the others.

“Okay?”

“Of course.” There was nothing else Tsunade could say before Akira gave her one last smile - a smile that would haunt Tsunade for the rest of her days- before disappearing into the night with the hopes of seeing the kind woman once again 

Tsunade was left on the street on her own ince again with only her thoughts to accompany her. Of all the possible scenarios that had ran through her head, never did she once imagine that Akira woulld blame herself for the decisions she made.

It was never Akira, It was always her who had the problem.

She had always been perfect to Tsunade’s eyes from the moment she was born. She was the one good thing that happened in Tsunade’s life. She was her miracle.

Tsunade promised herself that she would tell Akira that herself.

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Tsunade found herself standing outside the window of her daughter’s rented room, her eyes brimmed with tears as the gravity of what she had done all those years ago finally sinked in.  

Akira blamed herself for something she had nothing to do with.

Just a few feet away from her, her daughter laid fast asleep on the futon. She was curled into a tight ball, the duvet only covering her lower body and the pillow that her head was supposed to be resting on, lay discarded on the floor. 

Tsunade couldn’t help but smile. The familiarity of the scene she was witnessing felt right. It felt like home. She had done this thousands of times before, back when the woman in front of her was nothing but a baby that can fit right into her arms, then a young child whose abilities were one of a kind she posed a danger to her own, and now, a fine kunoichi who had already surpassed her predecessors in every aspect. 

Yet despite that, Tsunade can still see the child she loved more than anyone or anything in the world. She can still see Dan in her. Akira may indeed inherited her mother’s looks but there was so much of Dan that lives in her.

She knew deep inside what she had to do. She needed to stop this nonsense. Dan may have been gone but he left her the most precious gift anyone could ask for and she was so busy tending to her own grief that she didn’t see who needed her the most. 

Tsunade knew she needed to come home.

She needed to come home to Akira.

But she was a little too late.

Way too late.

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A/N: Thank you for all the support! I really appreciate them more than you can imagine.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Soulmate Au

Before you meet your soulmate you have to deal with a chibi version of them before actually meeting them. So can you handle it?

Reader's point of view

Dabi's perspective

You were anxious. Two years have passed since your 18 birthday... and your chibi didn't made any appearance or any living signal.

Ever since that you've been made fun of. Your parents tried to comfort you by that didn't meant they wouldn't dissapointed as well...

Now, settle in your new apartment, you huffed as you watched a nonconformist about two soulmates meeting eachother chibis evem before 18! You should be one of the unluckiest persons on the world or you didn't had a soulmate...

Getting up, you decided to turn on the stove to make yourself some noodles before your stomach decided to make his existence knowledgeable.

Heating the water up you sighed before you tensed at hearing the door cracking. Arching one euebrow and looking over your shoulder you shrugged before returning your attention to the stove amd screaming when you saw what was there.

It looked at you with bored turquoise eyes, underneath and almost half of its face had burnt marks. Slowly trying to reach for a wood spoon you had to at least defend yourself the little man just raised his tiny hand first and burned to ashes your spoon!

"Hey!" You shriek and it only smirked at you before dropping from the counter and putting his hands on his tiny jacket and walking towards the living room.

You blinked, not quite certain of what just happened before your mind clicked as you gasped in realization.

That was the chibi! Your chibi!

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Your chibi was a quite handful one. He was always with that stoic face presented and neither tried to reach for your affection like most chibis would do... You were getting worried at it but slowly noticed that the chibi acted like that because your own soulmate had that personality.

"How lucky am I huh?" You sighed, resting your elbows on your legs and face on your hands as your chibi stared back at you with the same poker face as usual.

Although his activities and scars, you couldn't help but to find the chibi beautiful, giving you more and more wish to meet already the handsome man that was destined to be your soulmate.

"You are beautiful you know that?" You mumbled out loud and you giggled at the way the chibi's blue eyes widened before he scratched the back of neck, looking at his side to hide the faintest blush on the non scarred part of his cheek.

"Do... do chibis even eat?" You mused out loud and the chibi only stared back at you like you were an idiot. You gulped before listening to the sound of the water boiling and getting ready to make your noodles.

Whem you came back with a bowl your chibi suddenly squeaked. It was kinda rough and scratch type of squeak but adorable no less.

"You want it?" You offered a bit in your chopper sticks, blowing them a bit before feeding the chibi.

It finally smiled at you! A true kind of smile, not a sick or scary smirk he showed to you later!

It was a first step!

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Days passed by and the little fire blue ball warmed up to you. You, not knowing what else to name, decided to just refer at him like fireball sue to the obvious show of his quirk.

He always prefered to remain on your lap and on walk just sitting on your shoulder chilling. If anyone even dared to come closer you had to be carefull with your hair because the little shit immeditaly put his own little hand on fire.

Always after that you could smell the burnt of his skin. Frowning at it you cupped the chibi on your hands and kissed his hands. He didn't mind it all but as always the quiet chibi he was, didn't let out one single squeak.

"You know, I am grateful for you protecting me, but if it hurts you please dont do it, I dont want my soulmate suffering." You smiled gently at him which he only shrugged before carresing your cheek with his smaller hand.

You put him back on his shoulder and continue to walk before you stopped at the huge amount of people surrounding at least three heroes. You smiled at the childs asking for autographs before you sense it your chibi getting tense kn your shoulder when both of you spotted the current number one hero. Endeavour.

You looked at him and found him looking down at his hands.

"Not a fan of heroes fireball?" You asked gently before gasping at how he scotted over to cuddle ok your neck, burying his little face on it as you tried to cuddle him back on the best way you could. "Let's go home. Is better when is just the two of us right?" You asked with a kind smile as he only nodded in your shoulder.

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You were watching the news as your chibi took a nap in your lap, gently snores letting go of his tiny mouth as the reporter spoke. Suddenly it came the news of the most ranked villains...

Widening your eyes you saw a familiar man controling blue flames on the attack of the camping from the U.A school. Shakily looking down and up none of it could hid it... Your soulmate was a villain. A rank B fucking villain called Dabi.

Before you could react you suddenly felt a huge pain on your arm. Clenching you pet out a painful scream, making your chibi shriek in your lap before you dropped in the ground, tears gathering in your eyes as the pain suddenly changed from your arm to your back.

Curling up on the ground, whinning when the pain suddenly eased a bit you opened your eyes to see and hear your chibi, wide eyes and even the mint stables of his cheek and eyes to go off as his squeaks echoed in worry.

Whatever it was you felt... it wasn't your soulmate. If it was the chibi wouldn't be on this state...

"I-I'm fine... I g-guess I just need to go to the hospital to check my arm..." the chibi frowned and hugged your hand when you got up amd you smiled.

For a villain this man was surely an affectionate and touchy one...

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"A fractured arm?" You whispered as your chibi remained hidden on your hoodie.

"Sadly. Wear this sling for a few days and it should be okay, you're lucky! It almost broke." You gulped as you got out of the office only for your chibi to pop out from your hoodie and squeak.

"Is just a fracture arm fireball." You smiled at him "I will live!"

The chibi frowned at you, clearly not believing you before hiis eyes went wide as his whole little body trembled in your shoulder.

"Are you okay? Sweety?" You cupped him on your hand before he squeaked, shaking your finger and looking at your front. He started to squeak more and more loudly as you.

"W-Wait-!" You almost panicked when he jumped from your hand and only gave a tiny little tug on you before running off. Running after him you bumped into a few nurses, apologizing profusely.

"HEY! YOU WILL HURT YOURSELF!" You screamed before bumping into a hoodie masked man and falling on the ground.

You clenched with your free hand the side of your face before looking at the pair of chibis hugging eachother like their life depended on it... You widened your eyes at practically seing you there, blushing crinsom red when fireball carresed your chibi version cheek lovingly.

On their side was a sunglass as you curiously picked, a half scarred hand grabbed on yours as well before you locked your gaze with turquoise surprised eyes.

"Oh!" You retreaded your hand immediately with blushing cheeks. He retreaded his hand a bit to look around and get up hurriedly.

"Here." He offered his hand to help you up, he lifted you up and you got chest to chest with him as he admired you "We wouldn't want any other person to see us."

"I-I sure." You nodded following him to a more secluded place, your chibis trailing after you both.

On a dark alley, you waited for him to say another word. Staring at his back expectantly...

"You arent dumb. You know already who I am and what do I look like-" he turned to you, shoving his hood down to show you his face, the most beautiful and handsome face you've been dying to see "Right? Dollface?"

Not mindful of your blush, you took one more step closer to him before hesitantly cupping his face with your good hand. Not noticing how he frowned at your sling, a quite too remorseful face.

"You're the most beautiful man I ever saw... You know how much I've been waiting to see you?" You almost gasped in your words as his face slightly soften on a charming smirk as he hold onto your wrist.

"So my idea worked on coming to the hospital... Would it be bad if I stole a kiss from my soulmate then?"

You blushed even harder before both of you turned your head at hearing your chibi version squeak as Dabi's chibi hugged it close and already stole a kiss from them.

"Well, the little shit did over there, so I guess I can"

Before you could even say something you felt half chapped and scarred lips on yours as you melted in his arms, almost like he had used his quirk to leave the atmosphere hot enough.

[itspriyamangal]

I had this dream where I think I was with a friend and we were trying to find a place to sleep but like everywhere looked old (like Victorian Era old) and had these weird probably haunted porcelain dolls and we found this place but it still had dolls and this one doll was so obviously haunted and it stared at me and moved its head then I think I beat it up then the ghost went into another doll and I beat it up then it went into a person which I didn't fully beat up (I like beat up talk kinda?) Then my dream panned to a different thing where I guess me amd some others were on the run and we were on a highway running really fast or driving away from something and instead of cars on the highway there were balls (like balloons or bouncy balls??)??? Instead of cars and we kept driving past them until we got to this like secret base where we had to go in a thing for like a body analysis? Idk then after everyone did that we hopped in a car but not just any car,,, AN UNDERWATER CAR WOOO!! anywho these sharks as we were driving tried to attack us then this random big black cape came over the car and it kinda looked like a jellyfish then it stung the sharks like a jellyfish with like lightning idfk then it ended

This is what happens when I remember dreams,,,

Oh lord, that is one hell of a dream 😂

But why the fuck would you dream about underwater cars, and ghost dolls??