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🥺 clari, I miss Touya-nii. What have you done to me that I can miss a fictional man??
staple!!!! aw i miss him, too :( dw hahaha i miss canon dabi literally all the time and i’m like ??? how is this possible but somehow it is so i get it :(
but!!! good news!!!! i am actually working on three (3!!!) touya-nii oneshots because working on tag ur it makes me anxious and i’m procrastinating one is angst and the other two are smut!! the angst one should be posted either really late tonight oooor sometime tomorrow! i can’t say when the smut ones will be done because tbh i really need to finish that dang fic but yeah!! <3
#the angst one is actually a drabble that grew way out of control lol#hopefully this is good news for you!!! <333#also;; so flattered that you miss one of my iterations oh my gosh <33333 what a compliment!!!! thank you!!!#i think touya-nii in particular is really special and comforting to a lot of us#i hope you have a marvellous day my friend <3#stay safe n drink lotsa water!!#staple chan#that’s ur tag now i hope ur don’t mind!!! if you do just let me know & i can change it#i want you to know that my phone corrected chan to ‘chain’ twice and ‘chin’ once#staple chin actually makes sense tho LMAO#anyway <3#clari gets mail
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hey sai new reader here >< ur blog’s theme is so cute omgg i just love it sm <33 ty 4 taking time outta ur day to make us ff :00
— ‼️ nonnie
aww thank you 🥺🥺 & thank u for being here <33
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morning luv <3
hope u slept well !! have sum breakfast n drink lotsa water <3 n let me know what u do during the day !! ill be up soon to talk to u, so dont miss me too much >:) /j
i love u soso much !! stay safe if u go out while im sleeping, babes <3
- hungry n tired wife
ps. wanna do our pinned today? <3
morning !!
i had breakfast - dry cereal bcs my sister had finished the milk, so that was bomb :)) i've been missing you babey, so u better be talking to me soon >:Ж
Ily sm u don't need to worry -3-
absoulutely yes, let's do that <33
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Hello!
I just visited your blog to see if you're ok. For some reason I got worried that something was wrong 🙈
Hope you're taking care of yourself and stay safe 💗💗💗
hello loveee! godddd it warms my heart that you thought of me and came to check up on me n im sorry i worried u 🥺 dw, im taking care of myself!! i hope u are too!! stay warm, eat good food and drink lotsa water pls 💞 mmmuah!
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Best Laid Plans (12/?)
Fandom: Frozen (modern AU, no magic)
Pairings: Helsa, established Kristanna, Rapunzel/Eugene, lotsa frohana
Rating: T for now, M later almost for sure
A/N: I ain’t gonna be back to this fic for awhile, FYI. So savor this. Gotta write something Kristanna soon or the natives will riot
She tries to speak but no words come. Her body flashes hot and cold. Her heart hammers. Her feet are nailed to the floor as her head wars with her heart and she does not have time to reason this thing through to completion. All she can do is stare at his lips and that is all the permission he needs.
He leans in. All the air goes from her lungs at his approach and he chases the sound.
The pressure of his mouth is pure heat and friction. He makes her keep pace, demanding and unshakeable, molding her mouth to fit his own. His free hand loops to the small of her back, and pulls her tighter against him, the other stays on her cheek to steady her - steer her - but the whole event sets her off balance. Her hands grab at his sides to steady herself. He takes this as encouragement. She cannot blame him. Her traitorous body bows into his.
He buries his fingers into the thick of her hair and tips her head back so that her mouth opens under his. She thinks to protest at the gentle pressure of his tugging, at the way he commands her mouth to do his bidding, but the thought is swept away in the rushing warmth of sensation.
This must be what Rapunzel meant when she said there was a difference between kissing and being kissed. Elsa can feel the difference tingling up and down her spine as Hans grazes her bottom lip with his teeth. She can feel it in the pooling heat at the base of her stomach. She can feel the weight and size of the difference as if it were a tangible thing.
He is everywhere. His heat pours into her from his fevered skin and it is like she is falling into the sun.
By the time he eases his mouth off of hers, she can hardly breathe. Her body feels tight, overstimulated, like a clock wound too far. He gathers her tightly against his chest and holds her there. She trembles, or he trembles, or perhaps they tremble. Pressed together like this, with her ear resting heavy over his thundering heart, she cannot deduce the origin of the tremors but can only accept them as they race through her entire body.
This is bad.
“Don’t.” He pulls back enough to peer down at her face, finger crooked under her chin.
“What?” She does not recognize her own voice.
“Don’t start thinking about all the reasons I shouldn’t be kissing you.”
She almost smiles at that, but she doesn’t have time. He takes her lips again, softer this time, but insistent nonetheless. Her mouth plies beneath his request, caught off guard, and he groans low in his throat at her response. The sound frightens her. Everything about this frightens her and she breaks away on a gasp. Her eyes land on his chest.
“I’m thirsty.” She says like it matters, like she came up here for any other reason than to see if he would follow.
“Mmmm.” He hums softly, like he is agreeing, but he doesn’t move. He stays pressed against her like this is business as usual, but it isn’t. She does not just go around kissing clients - or anyone for that matter.
He does not seem to understand that however as he leans in again to take up her mouth. Her hands brace against his chest, panic rising at how hard she must fight her every instinct to just melt into him. She cannot do that to him - to herself.
“I need some water.” The words bubble up in a frantic breath just before his lips meet hers.
He freezes. Each muscle of his body tightens at her words. Whatever he had expected in this moment - clearly that was not it. She keeps her eyes on his chest, not trusting herself to meet his eyes just yet as he pulls back, hands lingering at her waist. He steps to the side and walks to the mini-fridge she spotted earlier. It is only a few steps away but it gives her space enough to breathe.
He returns and hands her a bottle of water, the fancy glass kind she stocks for clients in her own office but would never purchase for herself, and she does everything in her power to keep her hands from touching his because she is quickly learning that touching this man in any capacity is dangerous. She unscrews the metal cap and drinks. She hadn’t realized how dry her mouth, her throat, had become and she takes long, deep swallows to slake her need. It is the ocean water, she is sure, and not the inferno burning inside of her. She breaks off for a breath and finds him watching her with a calculating expression. She does her best to keep her calm.
“Thank you.” She says and he huffs half a grin as he crosses his arms.
“It’s no problem.” His brow furrows and he cocks his head to the side to inspect her, always gauging something with those keen green eyes.
“Well, I think I’ll head below and see if the others are back yet.” Her tone is overly light, and she manages to get halfway to the stairs before he slips around in front of her, blocking the path.
“Mister Westergaard, please.”
“Hans. My name is Hans.” He steps closer and she clutches the glass bottle at her chest like a shield.
“There is work to be done. They might be back. They might be wondering where we are,” Trying to change the subject, to avoid the inevitable outcome she sees barreling towards her like a freight train and wondering if she really wants it to stop.
“Let them wonder.” He hooks one hand around her waist and cups her jaw with the other. "There's still more we need to discuss.”
He stops any reply or protest by ducking down and clamping his mouth over hers with a speed previously unseen. Her entire body tightens under the onslaught. The water bottle slips from her hands and falls to a plush white rug with a thud that dully echoes her surprised gasp. He is merciless now - as if answering a challenge she had unwittingly laid down. Her insides quiver and pull at the relentless power of him - at her own weakness to turn him away.
Her mind spins trying to find a way out of this, to find a way to want to stop kissing him, but fails. All she can feel is the heat of him, the faint rasp of stubble against her chin, the slick of his tongue dipping past the boundaries of her mouth. All she can hear is the syllables of his kisses, his serrated breath. All she can smell is the thick scent of sunscreen and the increasingly familiar combination of musk and man. All she can taste is the flavor of the insides of his cheeks, the tang of the ocean on demanding lips. If she opens her eyes she knows she will see him - only him - as an inescapable entity and the idea makes her dizzy.
Her hands slip into the damp salt-laden silk of his hair, clinging to him for balance. He pulls her closer. The thin swim cover she wears, his shirt, does little to conceal the hard lines of his body and even less the truth of how well she fits against him. She does not know how she got here, does not know how to stop it, as she is swept along in the hot, rushing tide of desire.
Someone clears their throat.
It takes a moment to register that the sound comes from a third person, her mind scorched beyond reason, but they pull apart on a mutual breath. Hans’ face lingers above hers for a just a moment, eyes dark and starstruck as if he had anticipated several different ways this scenario could have gone but none of them quite like this - none of them quite this devastating. His expression is that one of complete humanity, no pretense, that always catches her off guard. The intensity of it, his honesty, his need, is enough to make her forget their company for just one more breath.
Then it is gone, whatever mask he had let drop in the moment is back in place as he pulls a smile from the corners of his mouth and turns towards the intruder.
The turn of his body releases her and she stumbles back a few steps, trying to regain her bearings. She braces herself the plush back of a smooth leather couch, clutching it like a lifeline, the nearly imperceptible pitch and roll of the boat having nothing to do with her unsteady feet. As reality takes hold once more she meets the familiar brown eyes of her brother-in-law across the room where he stands on the stairs and her cheeks light aflame.
“Anna was - uh -” It is Kristoff, his voice cautious - taking in and assessing the entire situation before jumping to any conclusions. A voice of practical reason when there was nothing practical or reasonable happening. “Anna was wondering if Elsa was okay.”
Even steps away and with his back to her Elsa can practically feel Hans’ grin at that. “We were just coming to meet you all. Are you okay, Elsa?”
He does not mean it to humiliate in the way he tosses the words over his shoulder towards her, in most cases with most girls it would not, but she is not most girls and it does. The words sting of defeat. What had meant to tease instead taunts. She had been so weak. Every inch of her body burns with embarrassment until she can hardly breathe.
She stares at the water bottle on the floor. The lid hadn't been properly tightened and there is a water stain spreading on the carpet worth more money than she will ever see in her life - no matter how long it is - and she is going to be sick.
Still she manages: “Yes.”
What she does not manage is to make it convincing.
Hans cheats towards her then, brow furrowed, and gives her a look that rocks her to her core. He looks at her like he sees her, like he caught the single frantic note in her voice that most would have missed, like he wants to check in - apologize - do something but cannot and she never expected that. She is coming to realize that she never expected most of what has come with Hans Westergaard, at least not the parts that really count.
She looks back to Kristoff, back to safe territory, heart rebelling at the idea. In her periphery she sees Hans slowly turn away.
The look in Kristoff’s eyes is similar and she wonders if she is actually unraveling. If she looked in a mirror right now would she see the thread of her calm, reasonable exterior being pulled from her body row after carefully crafted row?
“Well we’ll see you down there.” Kristoff is not exactly close but the way he steps to the side is a clear message. Hans hesitates just an instant, clearly weighing options, then with a nod crosses and heads up the steep staircase into the sunshine.
Elsa’s gaze goes to where her hand white knuckled at her sides. She is fairly certain it is the only part of her body that is not bright red with humiliation. She does not look at her brother-in-law, but she knows he is shuffling his weight between his feet - as awkward and uncertain as she is.
“You - uh - you okay?” He asks, but there is so much more to that question than meets the ear. “I’ll tell Anna you’re seasick and we need to head back.”
It will be that easy. He will do just that. No one will know what he has seen. No one will be the wiser, and she loves Kristoff for that. For as much as he protects her sister, he protects her as well.
Part of her very much wishes she could take up his offer. The need she has to run is strong enough to leave her head muddled, to lose track of exactly why they are there, of what they have all just seen at the reef.
"No," she bends down and retrieves her water with shaking hands. "I'm fine. I just - I need a minute."
There is a long pause and then, "You want me to drown him? Make it look like an accident?"
Elsa chokes out a laugh that almost tips into a sob and looks at her brother-in-law. He is smiling too, his dorky half smile that he saves only for those who know him best. He is a good man. She is glad Anna will have him in the end.
She shakes her head. "No, nothing like that."
"If you say so," he rubs the back of his neck. "But Elsa, if he hurts you -"
She holds up her hands and shakes her head, knowing where this is going but Hans Westergaard is not that type of guy.
"He didn’t. He won’t," she is not sure why she knows this so certainly but she does. If she is honest she knows that between the two she will be the one doing the hurting. He has no idea what he is asking of her, and that is by her design.
They are going to break each other in two if given the chance, but it will be by no fault of his.
“What do you want me to do?” Kristoff asks and she appreciates that. Her sister (and Rapunzel even more so) just barge forward without concern which is not always a bad thing, but this situation has her frazzled enough as it is.
“Don’t say anything to anyone. I will handle Mister Westergaard,”
He nods. She is not certain if he agrees with her but that is not the point. She knows she doesn’t need Kristoff to agree with her in order for him to respect her wishes, but just to smooth things over a bit in the wake of this awkward tidal wave:
“But if I ever need a mysterious disappearance, you will be my first call.”
The dorky grin is back and she laughs down towards her feet. They are bare. She hadn’t grabbed her sandals. She just realizes that now. She had kissed Hans Westergaard more than once while barefoot and she is not sure why that makes it feel that much more intimate but it does.
She just needs a few moments to collect her thoughts. Those few moments should have already been hers. If she had just had them then she may not be in this position right now, this place where she knows just how Hans Westergaard tastes and she is going to need another one of these bottles of water STAT.
“I’ll be down in a second,” she says, mind racing. “Just tell Anna I’m making some notes or something. She’ll understand.”
She looks up and Kristoff nods. “Okay.”
He goes to the same staircase where Hans had disappeared a few minutes before and if it was anyone but Kristoff she would reiterate the need to discretion, but she trusts him. It isn’t that he is intentionally reticent, it is just that Kristoff knew how to be economical with his speech.
“Oh - and Elsa?” He stops at the top of the stairs. “Whatever you decide with - well, all of it - I’m in your corner.”
She smiles and she is thankful for her brother in law. She appreciates his steadiness, his ability to differentiate his choices from others while still wanting the best for them. It is a trait that neither she or her sister had mastered.
“Thank you.”
Kristoff nods and is gone.
It takes several breaths for her to understand her solitary state, that she does not have to wonder if Hans Westergaard is going to burst into her space and crowd her with his overwhelming presence again. Instead all she has to do is stand and breathe.
She squeezes her eyes closed and tries to remember the resolve she felt when they had pulled into the parking lot. This has all been business then. She had been prepared to shoot him down at every turn but step by step, touch by touch, he had broken her down. How?
How had she let that happen?
She considers each contact with academic precision but her own emotions cloud the results. The heat of her reaction burns away everything else and makes her question her own reason. She shakes her head. That is nonsense. She is drawn to him, yes, but that does not mean that she cannot control herself. She knows she needs to control himself because this is a professional relationship, because she is personally unavailable.
He may not understand the personal aspect but surely he can latch onto the professional one.
If they sign this contract then he will effectively be her boss. There will be ways she can terminate the contract, and she is tempted to phone their lawyer right now to update their sexual harassment clause even if she is not sure what that is. Despite Rapunzel’s claim she has kissed enough men to know she can pull away when she wants, but that hadn’t been the case with him. With him she could not pull away and not because of his own force but the strange electricity that dances, joining them the second they connect.
And that is the danger.
She cannot go down this road where she does not have control.
She cannot even chance the idea that he may feel the same shocking heat and intensity that she endures with every brush of his fingers.
She knows that she only has thirty eight days left with him in theory but if he can do this much damage in only four she hates to think what he can do in over a month.
Another deep breath and she unscrews her water bottle and chugs the rest. She is not sure what to do with the canister and then remembers the stunning brunette below. Surely someone like he will fix her mess on the carpet and pick up her discarded bottle. That is their job after all. She has had that job for years and it feels strange to assign it to another, but something breaks loose in her chest at the idea. Maybe someone else can be in control for once?
It is dangerous. The very idea shakes her to the core. She has not been ready to cross that bridge, to fully admit that she is not going to be here much longer, but it is a reality she must face now.
This is her final event.
If they sign this contract they will make their annual revenue goal in one month. Their company will be set during her departure in a way that will make reorganization less stressful. They will be able to hire and train and rearrange as needed.
She lets out a single, caustic laugh. She has worked for almost a decade to bring them to this point. She has strategized and fought and battled this goal along with her illness. She has hired and fired and strived through each and every goal. She just never imagined someone like Hans Westergaard would be part of the process.
It is poetic somehow that this final challenge will be met with an ultimate stressor, that all that she has so carefully suppressed would be awakened in his vibrance and joy. It makes sense that the universe would continue to laugh at her with how he looks at her with unsettling focus, touches her with unscrupulous casualness, and stirs something deep inside her just by proximity.
Life has never been fair to her. So why start now?
She sets the glass bottle on an end table made of marble and stares at it.
Someone else will see it.
Someone else will clean it up.
Someone else will make sure it is taken care of.
Someone else.
She needs to start removing herself from the equation. She needs to remember that she is not long for this world. She needs to consider just what she wants to leave behind. She needs to forget how her lips still burn from his kiss.
She clenches every muscle in her body just to feel the pressure of it. She breathes into it and holds it until she cannot anymore. The tension melts from her and she is ready. She can move past whatever hold Hans Westergaard has supposed to claim over her. She will. She knows her motive, her purpose. She is ready.
With that Elsa heads downstairs to face whatever the rest of this day held for her.
She leaves the empty water bottle behind.
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Aye yo, good morning. Hope you had a good rest and didn’t stay up too late🥺💕 Zuko better watch out before I give him another scar😤🖐Saw the essay I gotta do n I’m trying so hard telling myself it ain’t hard. So far it’s working _(:3 」∠)_ it’s cold n windy where I live. I like the cold weather☺️but wind might be problem with the other fires going around👁👁I needa start dieting again cuz wrestling😀 Have a good breakfast (plz eat) and good luck with school🤩, tell me later about ya day💕-💠
PFFF you know what symmetry is in so I’m sure he’ll appreciate another scar <33 IM JK but you’re the only firebender I respect 😤
My day has been alright!! I stayed up until 3 but I was studying so it’s all good!!! Productivity is the one excuse for bad sleep patterns.. I think :DD DW I ATE SHFJKS you better have had your meals today too 😾💖 Lmk how your day has been since you sent this ask <3
I’m again very proud of you bb! 🥺 I know you’ll do great :’) Please stay safe tho omg I hope the fires don’t spread again, I’m sending you and your family well wishes.
Also wait omg you do wrestling wtf you’re so cool?? I wish you the best of luck for that, remember to drink lotsa water too!
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yes i hve watched it it’s a great show ! ur sibling has good taste n they’re right i asked 2 bc it seems like a show you’d like :)
they do have good taste ehehe esp when it comes to films/shows!! aww hehehe omg yeah it definitely is!!! i will watch it one day
#part of me wants to tell them that an anon recommended sopranos to me but i know that if i do i'll be trapped in a 30min rant#about how it's ridiculous how i still haven't watched this show and i gotta watch it etc etc etc#but i know the writing in that show is supposed to be like;;; out of this world esp for the time so#i definitely will get around to watching it#have an awesome sunday anon!!! <333#stay safe n drink lotsa water!!#inky.bb#clari gets mail
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Pleaseee Clariiiii Dabi fucking his little pretty princess to sleep bc I have a sleep disorder ahhhh I beg love u 💖 just smth short to feed us
omg anon he wouldn’t fuck to sleep tho he’d fuck you to the point of passing out, losing consciousness, so far past sleep and into total blackout territory and then he’d fuck you some more
he doesn’t fuck you until you’re super sleepy and your eyes are drooping so cutely, so stupidly, lids weighted with heavy fatigue; doesn’t fuck you until you’re suspended in consciousness by a few thin threads, viscous drool oozing from the corners of your mouth and your sluggish tongue to collect on the pillow in sticky little puddles, so much that it isn’t even soaking into the material anymore, pooling in the creases; doesn’t fuck you until your thoughts are soft and mushy and melty, entirely incomprehensible as they slip through your fingers in silky streams the moment you try to grasp them. he doesn’t allow you to slip, sweet and peaceful, into the tender hands of sleep.
no, he fucks you beyond that. he fucks you into complete and utter darkness, so dense it’s almost suffocating, senses dulled to a blunt tip, shaved down so far they barely exist at all. he’s sure you’ll be out for a good fourteen hours after that :)
#tw noncon#for those who may need it! <3#i dunno anon i kinda already wrote this with touya nii!!#ANYWAYYYY this is all i can offer u anon i hope it’s alright~#this is all i could think of when you said ‘fucking his lil princess to sleep’#i was like okay but he doesn’t because he isn’t gentle you know?????#sorry u have a sleep disorder btw that sucks!!!! :(#idk much about sleep disorders so i didn’t want to include that yk#for fear of getting it wrong!!!#i hope ur having a great wednesday bb <3 and i hope u get wonderful sleep tonight!!!!#stay safe n drink lotsa water! <3#inky.bb#clari gets mail#inky.dabi
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Clari OMG have you seen Toji yet? He looks so 👌👌👌
YES YES HE DOESSSS HE IS SO YUMMY
#DADDY DADDY DADDY#ALSO HE IS SO BIIIIIIIIIG#my size kink is going fucking haywire HAHAHA#hope ur having a good day my friend!!#pls stay safe n drink lotsa water! <3#clari gets mail
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Dabi mochi is available on Mercari for $16
you’re right! but mercari doesn’t ship to canada either :( so for anyone in the states looking for him, check mercari! <33 thank you for letting me know tho anon and thanks for trying to help! c:
#hopefully he can go to a good home! <3#even if it isn't mine waaaaah D;#i’ll find him one day;;;; oneeee dayyyy he will be mine#hehe once again thank u anon! <3#i hope you're having a good night!!#stay safe n drink lotsa water! <3#inky.bb#clari gets mail
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I’m not sure if this has been asked before, but between BMB!Tomura and Touya-nii, who’s more caregiver type? While you’ve said Touya-nii will never be “daddy” he definitely takes on that “daddy” role, but does he more so than Tomura? (Not counting when Tomura got neglectful from mental issues btw)
oh my gosh anon this is a super interesting question, wow!!
bmb tomura wins by a hair, because bmb tomura is ever-so-slightly more responsible and mature than touya-nii is. they both LOVE the power, authority and control the caregiver role provides them, and they both do genuinely care for their partners (albeit in twisted ways), but tomura will be more strict for the reader’s own good, whereas touya-nii can be more easily bribed, and has a tendency to be firm simply to exert his power (not always, but sometimes. often, for touya-nii, this exertion is a mix between exercising his control + actual care). as such, tomura takes on the role of ‘Daddy’ in every sense of the word, whereas touya-nii is just very Daddy-esque. a good example would be bed times: bmb reader most definitely has a strict and set bed time that she can rarely wiggle her way out of, usually only allowed to stay up when Daddy suggests it first. touya-nii’s reader has a general bed time, and it’s much more lax; she will have more luck begging and bribing touya-nii to stay up later than bmb reader will with tomura. in this way, touya-nii takes on more of a ‘big brother’ role, even though he is very Daddy-like in his rules and regulations nonetheless.
it’s also important to note that when it comes to bmb tomura’s balance between being Daddy for the power it affords him and being Daddy because he sincerely cares about his baby + finds worth and satisfaction in being a caregiver, they’re entirely equal. touya-nii, on the other hand, is more imbalanced: the power and control come first, and the caregiving aspect (while still very present!!) comes second. it’s this balance/imbalance that makes bmb tomura just a hint more Daddy than touya-nii <3
#SUCH a good question#i hadn’t even considered this!!!!!!! like this comparison!!! because they are both daddy-esque in many similar AND different ways#why did i word that last paragraph as if i were writing an essay LMAO#anyway!!! loved this!! thank you for asking!!#i hope sunday is treating you lovely and that you have a beautiful week ahead!!#stay safe out there n drink lotsa water!! <333#much love + heath ur way anon!!#bmb universe#touya nii universe#inky.bb#clari gets mail
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omg if we're gunna bring up favorite lines from your stories, welllllll in bmb part 5 the way you describe readers heart wanting to slide through her rib cage to tomura, "to reach its owner". THAT broke me. i love the poly relationship ending with dabi, but i personally think tomura is like the main reason her heart beats. daddy roles are def hard to fill and reading that made me tear up sooo much
OH ANONNNN oh gosh yes yes, during the scene where they're trying to get the knife away from him!! that's right when she sees a quick flash of the tomura she met just over two years ago, the man who is truly her Daddy, the man he was before he became so sick </3 (the man who will inevitably return once tomura is healthy again). i bawled while writing that scene, actually!! if u really wanna cry, read that + listen to mr. sandman by SYML (i listened to this on repeat while writing part four and part five!)
i absolutely love hearing your own personal interpretations of my work, so thank you so much for including that <3 in a way, you're very right. tomura was first, you know? tomura will always be first, in a sense. tomura will always be the boss, for both of them.
daddy roles ARE hard to fill and we *all* know dabi could never be the daddy she truly needs. he's fantastic for balancing out the relationship, but he could never fill tomura's shoes <3
#thank you very much for this anon!! <333#but honestly yeah in a sense ur totally right!!!#and tbh i'm really glad you picked up on that feeling; like that it came across so clearly in that moment in my work!!!#i hope you're doing incredible my friend!!!#please stay safe out there and drink enough water!!!#sending lotsa love n health ur way!! <3#inky.bb#clari gets mail#bmb universe
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say tomura and reader got together and ended up running away (hypothetically if she had never went back to the house where touya-nii was waiting on her), how would touya take it? knowing his baby fell for tomura and now she only wanted to be with him?
ooooh this is a fantastic question anon!!
i might’ve said something about this a looooong time ago buried in the touya-nii tag but i really can’t remember ahaha EITHER WAY, touya would go absolutely ballistic. he would, quite literally, fucking LOSE it and go on some sort of insane rampage, hunting them down. and he doesn’t care, he’ll hunt them down for the rest of his goddamn life if he has to, but he will find them, because no one—absolutely no one—takes what’s his. he’ll definitely murder tomura for such behaviour, tho idk if he’d also kill reader as well...it’s definitely a possibility.
in other words, he’s extremely hurt, so upset and angry and betrayed that he doesn’t even know what to do with himself other than hunt them down. he has no idea how to process or deal with these emotions—they’re too much, too strong, so he pacifies them with drugs and bloodlust, because how dare they.
underneath it all, he’s really suffering—it feels as if there’s a massive gash through his chest, deep enough that it cuts to his very soul and makes him feel empty, despite the overwhelming emotions that loom over him.
#tw psuedo incest#tw murder#he’d be so incredibly unstable :(#and it would break his heart#but again he just wouldn’t know HOW to deal with that#his emotions are too potent for him to think clearly#anyway anon bb thank u for ur question!!!!#i hope you have an awesome day <33 stay safe out there n drink lotsa water!!!#sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail#touya nii universe
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Clari! Sugar daddy natsuo and Touya?
in one piece?
Bye bye pants
yep yep!! <3 it's a fairly short piece, under 2k at the moment (tho not finished yet), and based on a lovely lovely ask i got after my sugar daddy natsuo piece was posted <3
i did start another piece with the two of them in addition to this one, but idk where it's going or if it'll end up finished/posted or if i'll repurpose it somewhere else. i just had an idea about a situation with the two of them that would NOT leave my head n i had to write it hahahaha but that's all it's got rn!!
#ANYWAY#the piece is almost done tho#it was supposed to be done before i had a mental breakdown lmao#but then i had a mental breakdown and well#you know#ANYWAAAAAAY#hello emma!!!!! <333 i hope you're doing well!!!#you better be drinking ur water or so help me god >:(#sending lotsa love n health ur way!! <33 stay safe ofc <3#nickname master emma#clari gets mail
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mafia boss!tomura sees reader. she's this enchanting sweetheart but so shy, no clue of the effect she has on people with her bewitching beauty and adorable charm. and fuck, he's fallen for her immediately but the thing is she's overhaul's baby sister (who will be damned if he lets anyone near her, she's his).(1/?)
ANON OKAY OKAY OKAY FIRST OF ALL, THAT IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE READER EVER EVER EVER i freaking love love love the innocent doesn’t-know-her-own-effect/power type reader, like SO much. so you already had me hooked with that opening sentence alone
BUT HOLY HELL ANON, THIS IS A BRILLIANT IDEA!!!!!! i’m fairly indifferent to kai so i don’t write him ehehe but oh my gosh this would be so heartbreaking :(( just kinda watching his baby sister slip out of his grasp so quickly, so eagerly, and feeling so HELPLESS towards it all ehehehe
i LOVE this dynamic tho, reminds me a lil of the dynamic in little bit of poison in me/my tag you’re it series and i’m just so so so in love with this and these types of conflict anon pls if u ever decide to write this PLEASE tell me i’d love to read it!!! <333
#BIG BRAIN ANON BIG BRAIN#THERE'S SO MUCH U COULD DO WITH THIS#SO MUCH POTENTIAL CONFLICT AND ANGST#THANK U SO MUCH FOR SHARING IT WITH ME BB I THINK IT'S AN INCREDIBLE IDEAAAAAAA#i'm such a SUCKER for that type of reader too oh my GODDDDDD#ehehehe ily anon i hope ur having an amazing saturday!!!#please stay warm n safe n drink lotsa water!! <333#sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail
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girlll i just read that touya x reader christmas au and i have many thoughts, your writing gives me so many angsty feelings 😩 where’s the shoto justice 😭😭 why can’t my lil cupcake be cared for, he always has to get verbally and physically beat💔💔 in my head, i imagine shoto leaving his toxic ass family, with his crazy jealous brothers, abusive father, and wishy-washy mom, and finding peace with his own s/o in a normal, healthy relationship and spending christmas with his UA buds 💭 like why isn’t a single person on his side😭 their dad rly did a number on them all. additionally, your characterization of everyone was so amazing and spot on, i def feel like you nailed the slightly yandere touya aspect. i feel so bad for reader, it’s hard for someone in such a toxic relationship to evaluate it without obvious bias, but damnnnnn is reader brainwashed to the max. poor girly, even after touya emotionally manipulated her into a relationship, cheated on her, physically scarred and disfigured her, and love bombed her to emotionally guilt her into staying with him forever, she’s in lurvvv😳 i hope this long ass ask doesn’t bug you too much!! ty for making me feel so strongly about a make believe world with make believe characters 😂💓
TW: extremely toxic relationship!!
ahahaha i know, poor shouto :(( he really does deserve a better life <3 oh thank you so much!!!!! and you’re completely right!! it’s very hard (near impossible, by that point) for her to look at it from an outside perspective and see what everyone else sees. but as you said, she’s also in love (a very twisted, very unhealthy, very possessive type of ‘love’, but in love nonetheless). no no no sweetpea it doesn’t bother me at all!!! i absolutely love getting asks like this where someone tells me all of their thoughts + feelings surrounding one of my pieces or a series ehehe so thank YOU a lot!! <333
no, because she doesn’t WANT to (even though she should, even though it hurts her and is ultimately so terrible for her). she believes she’s happy (and tbh in a way she IS, she loves being taken care of by touya, loves letting him make all of her decisions etc), because she is so obsessed with him, and she does truly and genuinely care for and love him. and, in a way, he truly does love and care for her too, it’s just so so so twisted and fucked up (especially due to the type of person touya is, his attributes and his insecurities which result in extreme jealousy and possessiveness); it’s an incredibly unhealthy co-dependence. i hope this makes sense anon bb, and thank YOU again for your asks and for reading and interacting with my work!! <333
#it's really sad#that's also why i explain the ending as extremely bittersweet#you know???#but anyway#i'm so glad it makes you feel so strongly!!!#you're totally right in everything you've said here though#she's very very brainwashed#but there is still some genuine compassion there as well#aaah i hope that makes sense!!!#it's such a toxic relationship but it makes it so interesting to write#eeee i hope you're having an amazing friday + weekend anon bb!!!#stay safe out there n drink lotsa water pls!#sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail#stanley queuebrick#touya nii universe
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