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dearieshima Β· 1 year
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THE MAN IS A BOY ! β”€βœ¦
β”€βœ¦π” π”΄. just a short hc of pro hero dynamight getting exposed by his fans for how much he loves you <3
There's something romantic about finding a video, completely out of the blue, entitled, "All the time Dynamight has been caught on camera in love with [your hero's name]."
The best part, however?
It's a fifty-five-minute long video made up of three-to-five-minute long clips in which he stares longingly at you or whispers flattering remarks about you for the whole duration, and you're not even dating at all! You didn't even consider him reciprocating your feelings!
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dearieshima Β· 9 months
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Me, a Solomon kinnie, fighting for MY LIFE since lesson 17:
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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DOMESTIC DISPUTES β€” small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.
ππ€πˆπ‘πˆππ†π’. kuroo tetsuroΕ« x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)
π–π€π‘ππˆππ†π’. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc
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πŠπ”π‘πŽπŽ π“π„π“π’π”π‘πŽπ”,
Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.
You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.
Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.
"Tets, why is it so quiet?"
"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.
"No, TetsuroΕ«, why is it so quiet?"
He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.
"...Fuβ€” Shit," he blurts out.
"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. TetsuroΕ«?"
He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.
"TetsuroΕ«! Oh my gβ€”"
"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"
"Oh my god, I'm in laborβ€” don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.
"Well, Iβ€” I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"
"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"
"That's a fire hazard!!"
"TETSUROΕͺ!"
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πŽπˆπŠπ€π–π€ π“πŽπ‘π”,
waking up.
In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?
A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.
Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.
You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.
"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.
The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"
"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.
He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.
As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.
You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.
You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.
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πˆπ–π€πˆπ™π”πŒπˆ π‡π€π‰πˆπŒπ„,
when it's time to leave.
"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.
"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.
His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.
His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.
As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."
"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."
Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.
"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.
You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."
"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.
"You said you were going in declineβ€”" he pecks your cupid's bow, "β€”might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."
"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."
"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"
"I can take care of you with just myself."
You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."
As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.
Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.
It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.
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πŒπˆπ˜π€ π€π“π’π”πŒπ”,
who spoils the kids more?
Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.
Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."
When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak outβ€” we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."
The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."
"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."
His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.
The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.
"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.
"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."
He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.
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dearieshima Β· 10 months
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HE'S SO CUTE!!!
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He always want to be our first, no matter the timeline.
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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EARMARKS β€” k. bakugo
ππ‘πˆπ„π…. A museum date with your boyfriend takes you past two historical sculptures that were feuding a long time ago when rigid kings swore and slaves shriveled up in the hot sun. However, history does not tell the most of the truth.
ππ€πˆπ‘πˆππ†π’. warrior!bakugo x goddess!reader
π–π€π‘ππˆππ†π’. the reader is referred to as a female, made-up religion, modern to past au, rivals to lovers au, enemies to lovers, a little bit of an greek mythology au, reincarnation au, character deaths, blood, death, romance, I swear this isn't as grim as it sounds, okay maybe a little, angst, forbidden lovers au ???? happy ending ????, tragedy
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A withdrawn gaze meets yours as you stare into the eyes of a woman in front of you. However, despite being gray and quiet, they do not remain completely expressionless. Across her forehead, her eyebrows are hauled and wrinkles the skin, and her stone lips are softly parted, revealing one of her canines in a nasty scowl.
You think she sorta looks a bit like you, maybe just a bit more fierce and courageous.
By pulling on an arrow's twine with her forefinger, she pulls her arm back. You glanced to your left. It was directed towards the other sculpture.
Despite his armor-covered body, the sculpture's biceps and legs are exposed. While his face is preserved, it is possible to see the outline of his jaw and a strand of sharp-tipped hair peak that protrudes from the clear top of his helmet. One hand holds a spear in a throwing position and the other a shield plugged with three arrows, sheltering himself against the woman's many arrows.
There is more slight breathing in the eyes of the man beside you who was reading the passage on the podium.
"Do you think they liked each other?" You asked; though you knew the answer. It was pretty evident that they were opponents since the woman's stone eyes were markedly filled with hatred and disgust. You just wanted to start a conversation.
You see him eye you before he rolls them and taps the platform. "It says they lived more than two thousand years ago."
In pointing to the woman, he said, "She had the maiden name of Bena and was known as the Goddess of Chance. She led a nation called the Sunsword, and he," he said, pointing to the man, "He was known as Fimes. Fimes was just a mere mortal who enviously coveted her power.
Their long bloody battles focused primarily on land and power, and both were respected chiefs during that time despite the societal stigma regarding women in high places."
"She was a goddess?" You questioned, "as in, mysticism could've existed?"
Bakugo says with a shrug, "There's nothing really to suggest that it's true; most likely it's not. For one, this may just be something people back then believed, and two, they might've actually lived but the story was embellished to make it sound more dramatic and pleasing."
Recently, you realized what a nerd Katsuki can be when it comes to history, so you purposed the idea of taking a tour of the newly opened museum as your third date.
Whether you knew them or not, you enjoyed hearing him rant about historical facts.
Anyways, an reflective sheen from the surface of a nearby object snags away your attention; "hmm, hey, let's take a look at that."
During your tug, your arm is slipped around his, allowing the two adversaries a minute alone before a second couple encroaches on their space in awe of their spectacle.
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The battered earth, rich with the blood of fallen soldiers, is the only witness to this affair.
The fragments of a cracked helmet and two halves of a bow burrow themselves into the welcoming soil. Grunts and gasps fill the voiceless battlefield.
A strained Immortal straddles over an equally weakened mortal waist, holding his arms overhead as his red gaze stares up at her, his pupils bulging with dangerous determination.
The woman is the first to speak.
"You mortals at each given moment want but seldom give," you say, "behold where your gluttony has attained you."
A rasp forms in his voice, reeking of dehydration. "Is it demeaning to want you?" he asks.
"The situation is the utmost bothersome," you assert, "you exist unmarried, in search of a spouse, and yet turn hence the most quaint and liberal distaff in your homeland who throw themselves at you. I cannot compare to those folk, but yet you desire me. It is clear that you only desire my ability."
"It's not about superiority as you think. You're the most quite quaint and forgiving mistress I've ever discerned. I will never find fulfillment by spending time with anyone else,"
"Chance is my own divine duty; I must beβ€”"
"β€”Therefore, why do you refuse to let me have a chance with you? Are you willing to relinquish thousands of lives just to prevent it?"
He leaves you astounded for a moment, yet, not for too long, but before you could open your mouth, he immediately demands, "what do I lack for you to fill your heart with?". The question nearly exhausts you.
"What?"
"You mentioned that we rarely give. What do I need to share with you to earn your favor?"
Seeing your gape, he looks back with eyes that display uncharacteristic nervousness. His right eye has swelled and started to leak into a pale purple and his cheek, where your arrow had scarcely chafed him by a few inches, is bleeding profusely. You, however, breathe unblemished. Within an hour, you had scars that run down your arm, but they quickly healed, leaving no evidence of their existence, no matter how insignificant they were. It all reminds you of your curse and his gift.
"You lack perpetuity, Katsuki."
The name of his family has never entered your lips, let alone his first name, but after realizing the grim actualization, you accidentally utter it.
"You'll perish one day and I'll be left behind. I can't love you."
Bakugo uses your vulnerability to slowly flee your grasp, and he props himself up with his forearms, "but you do. I see it in your eyes."
With a nod, tears starting to veil your vision, you say, "yes, I do. You're quite a brute and yet I recognize a generous side of your courage toward the people you honor..."
At that moment, your words begin to flutter away as he draws you into a kiss, a kiss that fills your mouth with the tang of caramelized blood.
You cannot feel his hand on your back anymore since you are too far back; it is instead deposited on the ground scrambling to find something. You're combed again, but this time you're punctured deep within with a sharp object, and instead of comfort you're flooded with pain.
He engulfs your cries in a kiss as he drives the edge deeper into your spine. In an attempt to quiet you, he kisses your forehead and whispers sweet words, but they have no power on you as you feel yours slowly evaporating from your body.
"It'll stop hurting soon, I promise." He hums over your cries, "I cannot make myself immortal nor can I assume you can, but I will make sure we're together in the hereafter."
Over time, your whimpers melt away into white noise and your eyes lose their style and zeal. The only person who remains in this field is he who will cradle your corpse in his arms before ultimately pointing the dagger at himself after making sure to hold the edge in your spine for a minute so that your body couldn't mend itself.
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Your eyes attract back to the woman.
She really does look a bit like you.
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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KIND HEARTS β€” k. bakugo (1k+ words)
ππ‘πˆπ„π…. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.
ππ€πˆπ‘πˆππ†π’. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader
THE MAN-MADE MAN -> INSTINCTS -> SURVIVAL
π“π€π†π‹πˆπ’π“ (open):
@the-witches-you-couldnt-burn , @osiris1rhi , @skbakusimp , @smashboxgirl26 , @bakucuddles , @esloao , @r-royce , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @izhetttttt , @atsushiki, @gonnafyourmom24-7
view warnings here!
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Winter was your favorite season. It's not as popular with others because for them, it's a sign of disease and devastation, whereas, for you, it's a sign of secrecy. You also love silent. Due to the harsh weather during this time, visitors are few because they stay away, leaving you alone until the spring arrives. Of course, you don't allow that to take place.
At least, that's how you perceived it.
As part of your daily routines, you searched for smelly lemons, shimmer peaches, serimansi, and other one-of-a-kind fruits...
...and the next thing you know, you're studying the blurred footprints that marred the eight-inch veil of the December bed, ruining the perfect, clean appearance. The majority of them were similar to yours but much bigger and wider, and the other, smaller distinctive couple; you shortly recognized as paws. Men and men's best friends.
In front of them, there was a track with much bigger footprints, ones you couldn't recognize since the men's shoes combined with them.
Moreover, blood had dyed the snow crimson red.Β A great deal of blood, actually.
"Okay," you whispered to yourself. Almost unnerving is the sight.
The blood trail eventually led you to the camp where they were hiding. Towards the end of the bloodshed, a fur tent appears, and you prepare yourself to attack. Despite this, when you fling it's flimsy doors open, there was only a large patch of blood in the middle, with no signs of human life and a heck-ton of blotted bandages. With no need to stay longer, you exited.
"Okay," you think to yourself, ignoring the other footpath that trailed off behind you, "they were presumably hunting and one of their comrades might have been inβ€”"
Your heart lunges into your throat as you hear a loud, nasty roar that you immediately identify as that of a bear. In a minute of stillness, you whip around again, anticipating finding an agitated and ravenous bear behind you, but you're met with your own swirling winter wonderland in its place.
A second one passes by and your eyes fixate on a bush farther away from the campsite.
Strenuous huffing led you to a bush of early dragon oranges. As you gently parted its snow-draped branches, you discovered a badly wounded animal lying upon the delicate snow, which had begun to blush and deteriorate the longer it was left exposed.
You knelt and deposited your basket of unusual fruits onto the crunchy snow, greeting the dying beast with cold coos that nearly bordered aloofness; "oh you poor thing."
By brushing your hand across its damp, tawny brown coat that was salted with snowflakes, you caressed the bear's more bloodless side while he grunted at you, reasonably bothered by your presence.
"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" you questioned, even though you didn't expect an answer. The debilitated creature could do nothing more than grunt and huff from the discomfort and compile snowflakes on his back.
The bear was a grizzly, and it was quite large for its species. Bears, nonetheless the militant varieties, rarely visited your woods β€”in fact, nobody ever hasβ€” but the actuality that such an aggressive bear was plugged with arrows is indicative that he brought the guests from the outside.
You nudged on the nearest arrow to you which prompted a pained growl from the grizzly. You droved your fingers over the craved craters of its narrow post and nodded the turkey feather laced with twine for its end. Wouwodo men, one of the worst.
Due to your mistrust of people, and theirs of you, you carved out your own corner of the world that lay far off of people's maps. Only the critters that could withstand such endless, extreme weather, and pretty much anything that didn't have a voice to cry "witch" was allowed to loiter around.
"We found it's track! It's over here!"
Or just a voice in general.
You jumped upon hearing the familiar echoes of Elkhounds barking and men crying out to their comrades as you stood up.
Despite knowing they were only there for the bear, it was impossible not to think they were here for you as well; that they had returned to put you on a stake and set you ablaze after all these years.
Plus, you didn't like the impression of your peace expiring.
You couldn't allow that to happenβ€” you wouldn't allow that to happen.
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You busy yourself by working on dissecting the smelly lemon seeds and grinding down other herbs you've collected using your mortar and pestle when a loud groan comes from behind you.
"Good afternoon, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping since morning," you say, casually, "though, you should've been sleeping all winter since, you know, you're a bearβ€”"
"β€”What the hell...?"
"And that would've been better since you've caused me a lot of troubleβ€”"
"Who the fuck are... Where..."
"β€”But since I felt bad for you and I'm a good person, I nursed you back together."
"Iβ€”"
Turning around to face the man who was filled with numerous emotions, too many emotions for your liking, you stated, "I'm sorry if you don't like being a little less hairless for a while, but I found it easier to perform the procedure if I transformed yourself into a human. You had a lot of toxic arrows in you, I'm surprised you even held up for that long."
In the deafening silence, he stared back at you with confusion and perhaps some irritation on his handsome face. Although he was a grizzly bear, his hair was quite blonde and spiky. He was naked, yes, but you wrapped him in a blanket and bandaged his body when he rested on your small couch. His feet dangled over your 170 cm sofa, which gave you the impression that he was much taller than 5 ft.
"By the way, this wasn't a free service," you say in a matter-of-factly tone. "I've decided you should be charged for your medical care and the fact that you trespassed on my private property. I would not have done that if you had stayed a bear and hadn't brought the Vikings with you."
A hush falls upon both of you.
"Any questions? You've seemed to had a lot earlier."
The man, still stupefied, asks, "how the hell am I talking?"
As you stand up and place your collection in your cupboard for safekeeping, you explain, "You're really just talking in bear tongue, but I've got it translated so it comes out naturally for me. Anyways, That's it. Since you interrupted my tasksβ€”"
"Wait, hold on!" He shouts, sitting up straight and tense, "who are you? Where am I? Why am I like thisβ€” transform me back! What makes you think I'm gonnaβ€” gonna... " He breathes, then shallows before sighing when you look at him imperturbably. "What's happening?"
Sighing, you replied, "I saved you from being worn as a coat, okay? And so in return for all I've done for you, I expect you to help keep the house clean. You should show me more gratitude."
With just a click made by the friction between your thumb and middle finger, your extended wool shawl drifts towards you and wraps itself around your shoulders, "I've always wished to see what I'd look like in a bear cloak, so follow my instructions and neither of us will have to find out."
This time, he glares at you, "when do I get to leave?"
The next moment, you grabbed your basket from your table and said, "As soon as I say," and with a flick of your wrist, great winds invaded your chimney, flushing out the black fume of chard wood and swept you away.
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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bakugo absolutely gives his s/o stuffed animals
ANON YOURE SO RIGHT!!
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It was on wash day when Bakugo first discovered them hidden away in an old box in the closet.
Of course, their glittery, wide eyes scared the shit out of him at first. What person wouldn't be? Cleaning out the closet doesn't leave you prepared for the frightening sight of big-eyed creatures with glowing eyes staring straight at you after you've picked up the last box that was above their nest.
In preparation for battle, he dropped that box with a loud thump, hoping that its contents held his old, useless merchandise that didn't sell out but rather be something of yours.
"Katsuki, be careful! Are you alright?" You'd screamed over the running water of the shower.
Realizing that these animals are filled with choking hazard stuffing, he relaxes, "Yeah! I'm fine."
After picking up your old shoes that spilled out after the box was dropped, he stacked them right back on the β€”what he will learn later as beanie boosβ€” and then left the closet for you to clean up and organize mildly disturbed.
The next time he catches one of the stuffed friends was when he came home one night and you were sleeping with it in your grasp. You likely got it out while waiting for him to return home, but since he stayed at the agency for a minute longer completing paperwork, you might've accidentally fallen asleep.
He confronted you when you woke up after feeling the mattress make a dip towards your left.
"Why do you like them?"
Despite his best intentions, he comes out with gruff and harsh words as a result of exhaustion. He's just curious as to why his twenty-something girlfriend seems to like a toy designed for children.
In your embarrassment, you fiddled with Tundra's β€”your white tiger beanie booβ€” flabby ears, avoiding your lover's gaze. You must have seemed like a baby to him.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I never had dolls when I was growing up."
Then it's silent. You feel your guts recoil. He thought you were a baby.
But all Bakugo can think about is where he could find one of the big-eyed shits.
And I feel like he would text Kiri late at night because he has a daughter and it'd be like...
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And there's so much of them in the world and he doesn't know which one you have and don't, so he just buys everyone of them that he sees
Like every month you'll get five new beanie boos in your mail, or he would just give you one up front only in a return for a kiss :)
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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I wanna write a fic about how the reader has to learn to cope with the death of Dabi alone, because... Who would cry over an infamous villain? One that's portrayed in the media as a heartless murderer? His mother, maybe.
In comparison with the loss of a pro-hero, most people would mourn for years - if not decades. Family and community surround their funerals with thankful words and the graves are lavishly decorated with fresh flowers to replace the withered ones weekly. But when a villain dies, such as Dabi, everyone gathers around to hug each other with a Brut in hand and shed tears as they rejoice. A party occurs, maybe for two days, before they are forgotten. Graves and burials are neglected and abused, grass and vines cover their headstones, and eventually, the earth eats away at them with time.
It's impossible to confide in anyone because... His actions were horrible - he inflicted terrible punishment on people who weren't deserving of it.
And yes, he is horrible for those things... You don't mean to justify his actions, but they don't know what you know. About how careful he was to you, how he would put your phone on the charger and put a blanket on you when you fell asleep late, or play house with you, though he was bad at it... Mixing up the red shirts with the whites while doing the laundry, or burning toast attempting to make breakfast.
As a person, Dabi wasn't great, and he wasn't good either. So... Why does your heart aches, your eyes burn, and your nostrils leak when you look down at him when you should be looking up?
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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KIND HEARTS β€” k. bakugo
ππ‘πˆπ„π…. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.
ππ€πˆπ‘πˆππ†π’. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader
π–π€π‘ππˆππ†π’. the reader is referred to as a witch so female reader, trauma, PTSD, comfort, angst, fluff, the reader is a bit awkward and forward but nonetheless a fucking badass, "smelly lemons" or any other strange named fruit/vegetable mentioned is make-believe, POC friendly, magic au, witch au, 1500s au, enemies to lovers
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THE MAN-MADE MAN β€” BEGINNING (word count: 1k+)
INSTINCTS β€” MIDDLE
SURVIVAL β€” END
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π“π€π†π‹πˆπ’π“ (open):
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π—žπ—œπ—‘π—— π—›π—˜β™‘π—₯𝗧𝗦.π˜€π—²π—Ώπ—Άπ—²π˜€
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dearieshima Β· 11 months
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Day 128 and I'm still obsessed with this trigun edit
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dearieshima Β· 11 months
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I know Lucifer listens to Frank Sinatra while thinking about Lilith
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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HOT HOT HOTHOTHOTHRFHRFHRFARFARF ARF ARF
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dearieshima Β· 2 years
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Here's a thought: kuroo's daughter was never the type of girl to love Barbie, instead she loved removing their clothes and fixing them onto her Project McΒ² Dolls.
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dearieshima Β· 1 year
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Katsuki being ordered to be a bodyguard for you (a princess from a foreign country Katsuki can't remember) because your overbearing family allowed you to travel to Japan for the holidays πŸ₯Ί
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dearieshima Β· 1 year
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Kirishima buys us a vanity set for Christmas and assemble it when you're sleeping or away for a bit 😫😫😫😫😫
Kirishima ridding your driveway of snow, goes outside stuffed to the brim by clothing and looks like a handsome snowman 😫😫😫😫😫😫
ugh I wanna jump him 😫😫😫😫
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dearieshima Β· 1 year
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You and Nanami fist-pumping and promising not to have children when you see Itadori do something stupid, unknowing that you've not only unintentionally accepted Itadori as part of your family, but Gojo as well
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