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princessmoms · 3 months
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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months
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grilled cheese
words: 300
warnings: pregnancy
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you sigh as you look in the fridge, hoping you would find some leftovers that would spark your interest, but there is nothing that looks appetizing. 
you’re lucky that you haven’t had very many weird pregnancy cravings, no pickles, tuna or spicy foods. if anything, you’ve grown pickier since your stomach swelled up with your boyfriends baby.
you grab the sliced cheese out of the fridge, deciding that a grilled cheese sounds good enough to at least get down. you get the bread out of the cabinet next, placing a pan on the stovetop to heat up as you gather up what else you need for your meal.
“what are you doing?” rafes voice suddenly calls out, making you jump.
“oh my god, babe, you scared the fuck out of me.” you press your hand over your chest, feeling your rapid heartbeat.
“shit, sorry.” rafe says, moving around the island and pulling you into his arms, pressing kisses to your face before ducking down to kiss your belly too. you were six months pregnant, but since this was your first, you aren’t showing that much. “what are you doing though baby?” “just going to make some grilled cheese.” you shrug. 
“well, don’t.” rafe says, placing his hands on your shoulders and guiding you towards the island stools, gently shoving you down to sit. 
“don’t make lunch?” you question.
“you can warm stuff up in the microwave, i suppose, but no, you cannot make lunch on the stove or oven. i can do that for you.” rafe says, moving over towards the stove as he begins to make the sandwich for you.
“rafe, i am pregnant.” you say, and he just turns to give you a deadpan look.
“exactly. you are my pregnant girlfriend, you don’t need to cook for yourself, or clean, or anything. that’s what i’m here for baby.”
you let out a sigh, but really you can’t complain about rafe doing things for you, especially when you have felt pretty lethargic and tired since becoming pregnant.
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katelynnwrites · 11 months
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You’re On Your Own Kid (You Always Have Been) | Ona Batlle
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warnings: a teeny bit of angst
word count: 388
summary: ona is feeling rather scared about her decision to move from levante to manchester united
a/n: part 1/4 of And I Saw Something (They Can’t Take Away), inspired by this interview where ona said she cried a lot in the days before she moved to manchester
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‘What if I’m making the wrong decision?’
Ona’s eyes fill with tears as she looks up at you, from where she’s sitting on a cardboard box.
Your roommate, well soon to be ex-roommate sucks in a shaky breath, putting her head into her hands.
You frown, ‘Ona hey. You’re going to be great. Manchester isn’t going to know what hit them.’
Sitting in front of her, on another cardboard box, you take her hands into yours.
In a voice full of gentle encouragement, you tell her, ‘Believe me Ona, you are brilliant and you’re so brave for taking this step.’
Leaning close to her, you press a kiss onto her forehead.
With your hands on her cheeks, you can feel the deep, shuddering breath she takes in.
‘You think I’m going to do well there?
‘One hundred percent and then some Onita.’
You give her another kiss, this time on her cheek.
‘Promise?’
The brunette sounds so full of uncertainty that you can’t resist pulling her into your arms.
‘I promise Ona. You’re going to be amazing.’
You hold her tightly and repeat the sentence again and again, until Ona’s sniffles quieten and the wet patch on your shoulder dries a little.
‘Sorry for ruining your shirt hermosa. Do you want to change and let me run you one last load of laundry?’, She mumbles, adjusting her sitting position so that she’s sitting beside you instead of practically in your lap.
‘No it’s alright Oni. I need to learn how to do that on my own, without you.’
As much as it hurts you to say it, it’s true.
Ona had been your roommate for as long as you had been playing and living in Valencia, without your parents.
The slightly older girl had already been living on her own for a while and was more than happy to have a roommate.
‘Just like I need to learn how to do the dishes on my own.’, Ona sighs softly, leaning her head against your shoulder.
The two of you stay there for a long time after, sitting in a home filled with the cardboard boxes Ona would be taking with her to Manchester.
A day later and your apartment wouldn’t be home anymore because you’d see Ona off at the airport, with promises to call every other day.
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Spanish Translation:
hermosa - beautiful
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echosong971 · 7 months
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I DONT KNOW WHAT LIES OF P IS BUT KEEP DRAWING THAT BOY PLEASE I BEG
OKAY o7
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elscaptive · 9 months
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Photos of young slash..cus y not? iiii];)
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Do you think Stede WANTED to put some of that yummy lavender soap in the breakup box for Ed?
Like...
Lucius, trying to get Stede out of his funk: Alright, first things first. We need to get rid of everything he left here. (Gets a box and plops it in front of Stede; starts putting stuff in it)
Lucius: And I'm talking everything, his jacket, his guns-
Stede (reminiscently): He only has one gun
Lucius: okay, well if he did have extra guns, they would go in the box. Now get up and help me.
*a few moments later*
Lucius: Alright, that should be it- Captain?
Stede: Yes?
Lucius: I'm pretty sure this silk jacket is yours.
Stede: Well, he kept holding onto it whenever he was in here, so I figured he'd like to have it.
Lucius: Captain, this box is meant to be a way to let yourself be petty and throw it in his face that you don't need any part of him and he doesn't get to have any part of you. You don't put stuff in here just because you think he'll like it.
Stede: *sigh* alright.
Lucius: *nods*
Stede: Can I at least put some of the lavender soap in there? I think he'd really appreciate it-
Lucius: IT ISN'T A CARE PACKAGE!
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kattidiot · 9 months
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Lord, i fear love is violence
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Listen. The thought of the two of them screaming together when Frank finally gets his mailman boyfriend? Top tier.
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nompunhere · 2 years
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Tug. Tug. Tug.
You wake up to the feeling of something pulling at your mouth.
"Mrgh, open up, you big..." The faint sound trails off into incoherent muttering.
"...Whuh?" you say, muddled from sleep. You blink your eyes open to see that it's still dark. Tilting your head up, you feel something slip away from your jaws, and look down to find your little roommate perched on your chest, staring intently up at you.
"Put me in your mouth," they demand, standing back up from where you'd inadvertently pushed them over, "it's cold and I can't sleep."
You blink again. "...Whuh?"
The tiny person rolls their eyes. "Come on, you can't be that sleepy. Open up, I'm cold." With emphasis, they lean in, put their hands back on your mouth, and wait.
You stare down at them, processing for a moment, then let your head drop back onto the pillow. Your friend stumbles forward with a yelp, right into your open maw. (You might've nudged them closer with your finger. Just a little.)
You feel them scramble against your tongue to get oriented, miniscule hands pattering against your palate. They do feel a little cold, to be fair. As soon as they get themself into a relatively comfortable position, you swallow. The little one disappears down your throat with a muffled complaint.
"Not safe t' keep you in m' mouth," you mumble as a half-hearted apology. You roll onto your side, already drifting off again. Two seconds later, a small weight slips into your middle. You can just barely detect their little huff of annoyance, followed by a short flurry of movement as they shake themself off and get settled.
"...'S fine. This is softer anyway. Goodnight."
"'Night."
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DNI NSFW blogs, blogs that post exclusively hard and/or fatal vore, weight gain blogs, proshippers, TERFs, ace exclusionists, etc.
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eijiroukiriot · 11 months
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it's been a sec since i've done a translation! but i think this comic is really sweet so translation under the cut!! the title on the comic is "kiribaku and tododeku who aren't public about their relationship (having mild heart attacks)", and the caption on the tweet is "i wanna read 10000 stories about people finding out about kiribaku and tododeku's relationships"
Hero Radio OFFTiME! On our program, you can hear top heroes spill a little bit about their private lives. Today's hosts are Deku and Red Riot! What kinds of things will they talk about? Let's see!
Midoriya: Man, you must be tired! You came here straight after a night shift, right? Are you feeling alright?
Kirishima: All good! Besides, you've been working ten days in a row, right? Good on you!
(word bubbles - Very, Very Tired)
M: Alright then, our first letter of the night...this one comes to us from BlueMackerel-san, who asks, "How did you spend your last day off?"
K: Uhh...oh yeah! Hiked 'n camped! And ate a ton of campfire food!
M: Oh, with Kacchan?
K: Yep!
M: He sure does like hiking.
Flashback Kirishima: WHOOPIE!!
Flashback Bakugou: Just eat it
M: What'd you two eat?
K: The works! Spare ribs, and homemade sausage, and meat, and more meat! Bakugou always packs a ton of meat to barbecue, it's crazy good! What about you?
M: Mmm...I slept in until around noon...and I think that day, Todoroki's family invited me over for dinner. His sister is a great cook!
Flashback Fuyumi: Welcome, welcome!
K: Coooool. So we both ended up just spending the day with our boyfriends, huh-
M: UH- um-
K: Huh? OH-! Cut! Cut!! Can you guys pretend you didn't hear that last...
M: Ohhhh my goddddddd
Narration: Our next letter comes to us from DieYouScum-san, who writes, "I'm killing you when you get home"
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mromalley · 3 months
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open to all
location The Jukebox
Thomas whistled out loud, an old tune from the 50's that he still loved to this day despite its age, as he sketched out today's specials on the board. Setting it back on top of the counter Thomas admired his handiwork as he wiped the chalk off of his hand onto a dishcloth, and swung it over his shoulder. "Well I'll be dammed" he mused with a grin. "C'est magnifique, am I right?"
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whiskeyswifty · 1 month
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Anyone else fully black out when they look at this because she looked so fucking hot this day or is that just me
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akhaste · 7 months
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Lee Yoon - Song of the Bandits Sketchs/ Studies 1920's & 1890's
Bonus: 1920's, but without the 'stache
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diabolikpersonals · 7 months
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oh yeah, as long as I’m covering Ongoing Dialovers Hiatus Updates, you might’ve heard that daisuke hirakawa is taking a short hiatus as he’s treated for sudden hearing loss. get well soon daisuke hirakawa!! :(
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canyoublame-me · 7 months
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When you love someone
You give them all you have
Little pieces of your heart
To shape their weary soul
But when their soul is all healed up
And the love begins to fade
It’s not on your end, the love has failed
It’s theirs, your love, to take
-ps
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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years
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The Murmuring | requested by Anonymous
"I love you, crazy bird lady. Do you love me?”
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