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momowritings · 7 months
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Hide-n-Seek
something nice and fluffy for the love of my life
You were watching tv on your bed when you heard feet slapping the floor to see Megumi dashing into your room but slowly closing the door so that it wouldn’t slam. He clawed at your sheets to haul himself on the bed and you looked at him curiously.
“What’s going on, kiddo?”
“Daddy,” huff, “tryming,” another huff, “ta get me,” Megumi finally got out.
“Oh? You’re playing hide and seek?”
Megumi nodded furiously and you tapped your finger on your chin.
“Well you can’t hide in the bed, he’s gonna get you easy peasy.”
“Easy peasy?!”
“Yeah, so here’s no good,” you shook your head. Now Megumi took on a serious expression to plan his next move.
“I can hide in your closet!” Megumi’s face lit up, and you nodded in agreement. “You have so many clothes he’ll never find me!”
“Alright then hurry, go! I think I hear him coming,” you said, and you watched him flip off the bed with such speed you almost lunged to catch him, but of course all small toddlers obtained ninja like skill when hide and seek is involved. He thumped away into your side of the closet just as Toji walked in.
“Have you seen him?” He asked you.
“Seen who?” You lazily pulled your eyes away from the tv and looked at Toji. His face was slightly flushed like he was running all over the house to find Gumi.
“Our son, doll, where is he?”
“I’m no snitch, find him yourself,” you teased. Just as you said that you both could hear Megumi’s muffled giggles.
Toji slowly turned his head to the direction of your closet and smiled. Megumi didn’t even close the door. You tried to stifle your own laugh as Toji slowly approached the space.
“So you haven’t seen him around at all? Where could Megumi be hiding then?”
“I have no idea,” you mused, but Megumi’s laughs only got louder.
“I’ve checked the kitchen, the guest bedroom, and the garage, and he wasn’t in any of those places.”
“Did you check the attic?” You stalled.
Toji looked back at you as another burst of giggles came out from the closet. “You’re right, I’ll go check there right now.”
Toji stomped in place to make his footsteps heavy but stood right behind the closet door and waited for Megumi to crawl out.
“Mommy, he didn’t even— Ah!”
Before he could finish his sentence Toji swooped down and tossed him into the air, making him squeal on his descent down. Toji threw him up a couple of more times till Megumi was breathless, and then unceremoniously dropped him on the bed next to you.
“How did you find me?” Megumi whined, but he still has a bright smile.
“Mommy gave your base away,” he shrugged.
“I did not!”
“Yes, you did,” Toji said, and crawled on the bed and hold you both on either side of him.
“Maybe next time you’ll win, Gumi,” he said as he patted his back, but the little kid was already fast asleep.
“It’s crazy how they do that,” he muttered, and you shook your head at him.
“Next time, I’ll make sure that he’ll win,” you challenged.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Toji said grinned down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead.
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ya-no-la-quiero · 8 months
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H.M. Molina
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ihatebrainstorm · 8 months
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Saw this turtle video on instagram and had to do what I had to do
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mmyashas · 7 months
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mi familia mien asterisco golpea la pared
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nats-uvi · 2 months
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CHAMBA DIGITAL REFERENCIA LETS GOOOOOOOOO
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latinotiktok · 6 months
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bumbumbaby · 3 months
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ragazzoarcano · 9 months
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La gente si lascia perché a un certo punto decide di provare qualcun altro… è l'amore minimo."
"E quale sarebbe l'amore massimo?"
"Difendere l'amore per una sola persona."
"A volte non si può."
"Perché non lo si vuole."
— Marco Missiroli , Il senso dell'elefante
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sudaca-swag · 1 month
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the horrors persist (este gobierno) but so do we
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momowritings · 13 days
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Love Bites
You gave Toji Fushiguro a sweet tooth he doesn't want to get rid of.
Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro
word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters
Preview: Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste. 
“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes. 
A/N: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving)
Keeping my promise and slowly trying to bring my longer fics from ao3 over here. This was a short story that I wrote over the holidays. It's v fluffy and sweet, please enjoy!
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Chapter One: Apple Cinnamon Spice
“Thanks for stopping by. Tell your mom I said hey, okay?” You watch the young man leave with a box of cookies and wipe your hand clean. You turn away to tend to the oven beeping in the kitchen, placing the hot racks of muffins on the top of the cooling tray to drag out in the front, then grabbing the bottom trays to put in the out on display. Your glasses constantly slip down your nose and you make a mental note to get them tightened 
You move diligently in and out of the kitchen, the door constantly swinging from your movements, and you don't even notice the brooding man who has been watching you on the other side of the counter for at least a minute now. It isn’t until he moves and blocks the sunlight that is pouring in that you notice his presence and jump. 
“Oh my goodness I didn't even hear you come in! Welcome to our bakery! I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you start, putting on your friendliest smile you can muster up. You push your glasses up again and get a better look at the man. He doesn’t speak, but you notice his sharp features and  the side of his lip that has a scar running through it twitches ever so slightly. 
“I could start you off with our classic double fudge brownies?”
He stares passively at you, making you falter. “Okay, how about our seasonal treats? We have caramel pumpkin cookies! Or how about our maple pecan mini pies?” 
“‘We… Our’,” he says, finally speaking up as you nervously grip the counter. “It’s just you.”
“Is that a question?”
“An observation.”
“Oh.” You take a closer look at the man and see that his hands have scars on them as well. He was dressed in a suit, no tie and had his jacket on, but that didn’t help your imagination to stay rational. Is he a gangster? you think. My god, Ezra, what did you do?
“How about a drink? We have normal coffees, but right now our apple cinnamon spice is the talk of the town!” 
“I’ll take one of each,” he grunts. 
“What?”
“Make it two of each,” his finger points at the display rack and the display at his knees. “Give me everything.” 
“Oh. O-okay. Do you want a drink with that?”
“The one that you mentioned.”
“The apple cinnamon spice latte?” You ask incredulously. 
He grunts again and that’s all the confirmation you were going to get. “Can I have a name for this order?”
“…Toji.”
“Thank you Mr. Toji,” you beam at him and his lip twitches again. “I’ll get your order out soon enough.” 
You quickly gather all his food, making sure to pick the best cookies and sweets you can find but still feel like it wasn’t good enough. You had filled up three boxes with treats before you finally completed his order, and then rushed over to make his drink. 
“Make it real hot for me,” he grumbles behind you. You look over her shoulder and nod, but it doesn’t get another response out of him. You ring up his order, absently pushing up your glasses, waiting patiently for him to pay. He hands you a roll of cash and your eyes widen in surprise. 
“That’s way too much, sir. You only owe me 61.75.”
“Share it between you and whoever is supposed to be here with you.”
“It’s just me,” you grimace. “I can’t accept this. However, I can take $61.75.”
Toji stares you down and you can feel your resolve crumbling beneath his gaze. Despite having green eyes, Toji’s were dark and unwavering. You weren’t sure how long you were stuck in his staring contest but he finally relents and hands you a single one hundred dollar bill from the roll. 
“Can you break this then?”
“Yes! Yes, I can do that,” you grin and hand Toji back his change, your fingers slightly brushing over his own. 
“So cold,” he murmurs and his eyes flicks to yours. Toji takes in the roundness of your face, your big brown eyes that seemed even bigger through the lenses, your full dusty pink lips. Your hair was held in a low bun under a hair net, but he would see a few curls springing through the holes, vying for escape. 
“Hmm?”
“My order?” He juts his chin out to the boxes and you scramble to get them for him. 
“Right. Sorry! Please, come back soon!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves, watching his broad frame disappear into the street. When you can no longer see him you release a deep breath, deflating behind the counter, all the stress from the interaction leaking out of you. 
“I really hope he doesn’t come back again,” you whisper to yourself, but you only have a moment before somebody else walks into the store and your smile stitches itself back on your face. 
Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste. 
“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes.
Chapter Two>>>
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yo-soy-la-justicia · 5 months
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He Tian is a pretty princess😭🩷🎀✨
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and they know it 🤭
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ya-no-la-quiero · 1 year
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Todos quieren a Daisy Jones / Taylor Jenkins Reid
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mistressemmedi · 3 months
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Che vergogna
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latinotiktok · 1 year
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toda la argentina sobrevive de la serotonina que nos dejó el mundial
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sambuchito · 6 months
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creo que es tiempo de tratar como paria a la gente que no vota o vota en blanco ya me tienen cansada verguenza tendria que darles
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unwinthehart · 3 months
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Adesso DOVETE invitare Sinner a Sanremo PER FORZA
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