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bnhamixjuice-sfw · 4 years ago

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ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

Do not repost this fic/headcanon.

Disclaimer: I don't own My hero academia nor its characters and plot.

#hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi x reader #shouta x y/n #shouta x reader #shouta x you #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #Reposted my old fic/hc here cause I forgot to remove keep reading before deactivating

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spine-buster · 5 years ago

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Alone, Together | Together: Epilogue 5 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: There are not enough words in the English language to express how I feel about your engagement with this story and the fact that it has finally come to its (writing) end, so all I can and will say is: thank you.

Christmas Eve 2031

Morgan’s heart was full as he stood at the kitchen island watching Andy and Maia finish decorating the small batch of gingerbread cookies for Santa Claus with Bee. Both kids were sitting on the countertop, fixing Smarties buttons and faces onto the icing before Bee scooped them off of the baking sheet and onto the plate. The entire time they had been working in the kitchen, there were giggles and kisses and singing, with Morgan sneaking bites of the dough, causing his kids to scream and want some for themselves (Bee digressed and let them have only a little bit). There were four cookies in total – one prepared to look like each member of the family.

“There we go! Our cookies are ready for Santa!” Bee exclaimed as she held the plate up. “Do you think Santa will like them?”

“He’s gonna think they’re so y…yummy,” Andy smiled proudly at his work.

“Mama…” Maia said. “We need carrots for Rudolph and the reindeer!” She looked towards her father for help. “Dada, we need carrots for Rudolph!”

“C’mere Ladybug, come help me peel them,” he stretched out his arms, grabbing Maia so he could balance her on her hip as they walked towards the fridge. He opened them, going for the baby carrots first playfully.

“No!” Maia yelled out. “Rudolph and the reindeer are big! They need big carrots! They need those carrots!” she pointed at the big ones on another shelf. “They will be hungry.”

“Okay okay,” Morgan said, grabbing a baby carrot in the bag with one hand before shoving it in his mouth, crunching loudly. “Mmmmm, what if I ate all the carrots before Rudolph and the reindeer?”

“You can’t, dada,” Maia chastised her father. “That’s no fair. We need to be nice.”

Morgan smiled proudly at the words that came out of his daughter’s mouth. “Yes, you’re right Maia. We do need to be nice,” he affirmed as he kissed her cheek. “You’re so smart Maia.”

“Smart like mommy.”

Bee looked over her shoulder, giving Morgan a playful look. “You’re so smart like mommy” was in Morgan’s lexicon for both of his children for the last three years. It was no wonder Maia picked it up. “Smart like daddy too,” he grumbled playfully, giving Bee a look too. “Okay, can you hand me the carrots so I can peel them?”

When all was said and done, Andy put the plate of gingerbread cookies on the coffee table, followed by Maia leaving the carrots. Bee poured a cup of milk and placed it next to the cookies. Andy even laid out a hand-written note signed by he and his sister, his near-perfect penmanship on display.

Dear Santa Claus

My name is Andrew Rielly and I am 6 years old. My sister is Maia Rielly and she is 3 years old. We hope you enjoy our cookies and that Rudolph and the reindeer eat the carrots. Thank you for coming to our house. Thank you for the presents.

Love

Andy and Maia.

“Okay…we’ve gotta go to bed now or else Santa Claus won’t come!” Bee announced. “Who’s ready to put on their PJs?!”

Andy and Maia raced upstairs with each other, disappearing into their bedrooms and getting their special Christmas pyjamas in their drawers. Morgan and Bee followed, taking them into the washroom to help them brush their teeth before bed. Bee went into Maia’s bedroom first, helping braid her hair before tucking her into bed. Morgan came in too, sitting opposite Bee on the bed.

“Mama?” Maia’s voice asked, the fatigue of the day finally showing in her voice.

“Yes Ladybug?”

“Tomorrow, I can try flying like Rudolph?”

Morgan and Bee snorted at the same time. “I don’t think so,” Morgan said. “You can’t fly, Maia.”

Maia didn’t seem happy with her parents’ answer. But she digressed, pulling the covers up to her neck – exactly how she liked it. “Will Santa bring presents for Bruce and Maggie?”

“Of course he will,” Bee answered quickly. “Maggie’s been a good girl, hasn’t she?”

Maia nodded her head. “Maggie’s a sweet girl.”

“And Bruce?”

“Bruce too,” Maia said before yawning. She looked at Morgan with her sleepy eyes. “Dada, can we get another puppy?”

Morgan paused. He looked at Bee, who was already looking at him. Maia was waiting for an answer. “Maia…we’ll talk about it later, okay? You need to go to sleep or else Santa won’t come visit.”

“Okay…” Maia digressed. “Goodnight Mommy. Goodnight Daddy. You the best mommy and daddy ever.”

“Goodnight my Ladybug,” Morgan bent down to kiss her. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Maia. Mommy loves you,” Bee kissed her too.

“I love you too Mommy.”

Morgan turned off the light as they left her room, closing the door gently. Bee gave him a look the entire time. They made their way towards Andy’s room, who was already in his bed, though he was stretching over to his bedside table, adjusting his Funko Pops of John Tavares and Auston Matthews. When he noticed his parents walk in, he stopped. “Hi mama, hi d…dada.”

“You ready to be made into a burrito?” Morgan asked, to which Andy nodded his head. Bee and Morgan tucked him in just how he liked, a giant smile on his face the entire time.

“Dada?” Andy’s little voice asked once they were done.

“Yes my booboo bear?”

“Is S…S…Santa gonna visit my best friend Leon?” he asked, fighting with his eyelids to stay open instead of drop in their fatigue from the excitement of the day.

Morgan smiled as he caressed his little face. “Of course Santa is going to visit Leon. And I bet Leon will show you what he got from Santa tomorrow when he comes over with Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, Nonno Rocco and Mémère Clarette.”

“And is Santa gonna visit J…J…Jace and Isabella? And Noam? And………Henry and Greta?”

“Of course. He’s going to visit all of you because you’ve all been good boys and girls,” Morgan nodded his head.

Morgan watched as the gears in Andy’s head began shifting. He loved that he was able to see Andy’s mind working in real time, even for the simplest things. He was such an expressive boy. Even though he had a bit of a rough start at school, everything was better now and Andy was in a much better place. Andy’s brows burrowed and his face contorted a bit, all in an effort to think and not fall asleep. “Mommy?”

“Yes Andy?”

“You know how Santa has r…r…reindeer?”

“Yes…”

“How do they fly?”

Bee couldn’t help but smile. “I think if Santa told us, that would break the magic,” she said. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You’re such a smart boy, Andy.”

“I love you mommy,” he said softly, his eyes finally closing.

“Mommy loves you so much Andy. You know Mommy loves you?”

“I know,” he barely got out. “I love you too Daddy.”

“I love you too, Andy.”

***

“We’re getting another dog, aren’t we?” Bee asked an hour later as both she and Morgan were downstairs on the main floor, putting out the presents from Santa. Bee stuffed the board game and books under the tree, while Morgan worked on the stocking stuffers.

“They’ve been asking for a year, Bumblebee,” Morgan said, as if that explained everything. “Bruce and Maggie are so good with the kids, and they’re good with animals…what’s another dog?”

Bee rolled her eyes playfully. “Is that why our iPad always has sheepadoodle Instagram profiles open whenever I get to it?”

“Maybe.”

Bee shook her head. “We’ll talk about it after the holidays.”

Bee watched as Morgan finished stuffing the stockings, making his way over to the coffee table before sitting on the couch and chomping into one of the carrots. She stayed silent as he chomped down on the others, finishing one so there were only two left that were mostly eaten. He then moved on to the cookies, taking dramatic bites and making sure to leave crumbs in and around the plate and on the coffee table. He ate most of them, leaving only remnants.

Bee couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes as she watched him. When he finally looked up at her, he noticed the tears automatically. “What’s wrong?”

“You did that for me twelve years ago now,” Bee reminisced, her eyes welling up with tears even more. Just saying how long it had been since he did that for her, one year into their relationship, was a lot for her to handle. “Do you remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Morgan said, getting up from the couch and making his way over to her. “I wanted to give you a normal Christmas.”

A lump in her throat formed at his words. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her against his body. “Look how far we’ve come.”

“Look how far we’ve come together,” he added, kissing the tip of her nose. “Look at how much we’ve accomplished, how much we’ve grown, how much we’ve done, how much we’ve built…” he said. “We’ve come so far. And there’s still so much to go, still so much to do. Together. Because I love you, Briony Rielly. Forever.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him passionately. “I love you so much, Morgan Rielly.” She couldn’t let go of him. She couldn’t stop kissing him. In her dream kitchen, on Christmas Eve, with her two children sleeping soundly upstairs, her two pets sleeping with them, she didn’t want the feeling to end.

To think of where she started to where she now was.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. Daughter of an alcoholic mother. Raised in rooming houses, homeless shelters, and public housing. Emancipated at sixteen.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. A Master’s student. A poor, starving Master’s student. A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto. A graduate of the University of Toronto. A junior financial analyst at Scotiabank.

Briony Rielly of Toronto, Canada. A Master of Financial Economics. A certified financial analyst at Scotiabank. Wife to Morgan Rielly of the Toronto Maple Leafs. A philanthropist. A mentor at Alateen. Co-founder of The Rielly Foundation. Mom to Andrew John and Maia Claire.

She was complete.

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onceuponaloonatic · 5 years ago

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Nico gets hurts while skating?

they were glad they put nico in ice skating. she really enjoyed and loved it. they were happy they were able to find a good sport for nico that she loved from a very young age. there was always the fear that she would get very hurt but over time it dwindled and dwindled.

at first nico would cry every time she fell. it was more from the shock than from actual pain most of the time, but it still wasn’t great. every time nico would get upset during a lesson the coach would bring her over to whichever mom was with her and let nico wait out her crying until she was okay again. the coach was experienced with young kids, she knew how to tame them. over time though nico became more and more immune to the pain of falling. she stopped crying as much and just started popping back up like a spring when she fell. besides, the rink had a rule that no kids could jump until age five, so mina sana and tzuyu had a while before they started having to actually worry.

but it didn’t always go that way. the older kids had been teaching nico how to do the cool knee slides they had learned. nico seemed to be having a lot of fun with them until her knee hit the ice a little too hard. she played it cool in front of the older kids, nico had three older sisters she knew how to make older kids like her, but the minute she was alone with sana the tears started.

“what’s wrong honey?” sana asked, stopping untying nico’s white skate to look her in the eyes.

“i fell.”

“does it hurt?” sana asked. “i’ll give it a kiss.” nico nodded and pointed to her knee, where there was a visible blue lump under her black leggings. “honey... lets take a better look okay?” sana began moving nico’s leggings up until it exposed a big swollen spot that looked like it already had a bruise. sana thought back to how nico was walking and sighed in relief when she realized it had been normal and she didn’t show any signs of a muscle or ligament tear.

“mommy...” nico sobbed as sana stared at it.

“sorry baby. let’s get home so we can put some ice on it and mommy can send a picture to ka-san okay?” nico nodded and sana rolled her leggings back down and hurried to take nico’s skates off and clean them before putting them away. sana then picked up nico in one arm and pulled nico’s skating bag in the other. tzuyu was waiting for them in the car outside.

“what’s wrong?” tzuyu asked as she saw nico’s dried tears and occasional sniffles.

“she fell and hit her knee pretty hard. i think it’s just a bad bruise but i’ll send a picture to mina later to make sure.” sana nodded. “okay baby girl?” sana asked as she kissed nico’s cheek. sana made sure her baby had her shiro-kun, her favorite stuffed polar bear, and gave her a forehead kiss before going to the front for the short drive home.

once they got home tzuyu took nico’s bag off and sana brought her to the living room. sana stripped nico of her tights and grabbed some shorts from the laundry room. she then grabbed an ice pack shaped like a bear and put it on nico’s knee.

“it’s cold.” nico pouted.

“i know but mr bear will make you feel much better.” sana explained. nico nodded and cuddled with her stuffed bear, burying her face into his side.

“i put your stuff away.” tzuyu nodded as she came. “let’s look at your booboo.” sana pulled the ice pack away and tzuyu shuddered at the sight. she wasn’t expecting anything that bad. “are you sure it’s just a bruise?”

“i sent a picture to mina. but since she can still walk i think she’s okay.” sana giggled. “your okay right baby.”

“yeah.” nico nodded. “but i want cuddles.” tzuyu shrugged and sat next to nico on the couch, letting her bury her face into her side as sana held the ice pack to nico’s knee.

#twice #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #chou tzuyu #misatzu

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alienduckpond · 5 years ago

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Back in town - ch 7 - Wateland Rights

Ella gets sidetracked when she finds out the Wasteland is open again, and she wants to find out what's in there

1 - Good Day / 6 - Managing Debt

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"Lolo,” Ella’s voice piped up behind him in a bouncy sing-song tone. “I need help please."

He finished scraping the mud from Spacer’s hoof and let go of his horse’s leg before looking up at Ella, draped over the stable bar and giving him kitten eyes.

"Right now, or can it wait until I'm finished here?"

"Oh, it can wait. I need you to come help me with some sea urchins. I need some spines."

Blinking at her a few times before he straightened up, he let his face settle into his blank Captain expression as he stared at her.

“So you’re fine with killing sea urchins, who are completely harmless unless you deliberately attack them, but not with killing bandirats who are a menace and were stealing from the town?”

“Yes,” she agreed, smirking when he scowled at her and lifting her fingers to tick off the same points she’d made every time the argument had come up. “Bandirats are clearly intelligent enough to have formed a complex society all of their own, communicate detailed ideas to each other, and use items and weapons. They’re basically the same as Papa Bear at this point. Whereas sea urchins are, you know.”

Rolling his eyes, he tried to make himself put aside his residual annoyance over the whole thing. He knew all about her dislike of sea urchins, better than she did he’d say, and while he would always be fine with helping her with them, he did want to help her get over her issues with them if he could.

But with the bandirats? It didn’t matter if she had a point about their intelligence, or that there had been no more thefts since then. Nor did it matter that when he’d gone down into the tunnels, they’d all been cleared out, with the other stolen items piled up near the exit. None of that meant anything. It was all a giant coincidence. Because he’d been fighting bandirats for years now, and he knew what they were like. He shifted his hands to his lower back and started to twist side to side.

"Not the point. And Ella, we’ve been over this. If you want me to kill things you're meant to put in a commission."

"I didn’t say that!” she immediately countered, lifting her finger in a ‘one moment’ gesture. “I didn’t ask you to kill anything. I’m not asking Captain Arlo for a commission, I’m asking brother Lolo to come with me. For, erm, moral support?"

Smiling at him, eyes wide and obviously trying to look innocent and cute as she fluttered her lashes, he felt his already shaky resolve crumble further.

“Please,” she whined, drawing it out. "Just this once? I’ll do your stable duties for a week!"

He groaned, tipping his head back and weighing up his options, then dropped his head forward and sighed again.

"You say ‘just this once’ as if you won’t be back the second you need some more killed,” he mimicked her, rolling his eyes before throwing his hands in the air. “But fine! Fine. Give me five minutes, and I'll meet you down in Central Plaza. We'll go after the ones by Bassanio Falls. But you’re going to kill at least one by yourself today! I'm serious. I don’t care how slimy and gross you think they are, I’m not doing this for you again, even if you post a commission! And I’ll tell the others not to either. Not unless you actually kill one without my help."

"Thank you thank you thank you! I’ll try, I promise! You’re the best!" she called, already perked back up and smiling again, and he half heartedly glared after her as she turned to jog across the open space to the slope.

"She won't, but we don't mind, do we boy," he told Spacer fondly, patting his side then turning to run his hand down his back leg. "C'mon, let's finish getting you clean so I can not go kill things for her.”

He started down the steps towards Central Plaza ten minutes later, sword and a loot bag slung over his shoulders, and frowned at the hubbub he heard. It sounded like someone was going to spar, but that was unusual for half past ten on a Tuesday morning. He scanned the plaza and almost missed the next step when he saw Sam and Ella standing opposite each other, both having taken off their outer layers and weapons, and the crowd of people surrounding the edge of the ring all looking amused.

Running down the remaining steps and drawing the attention of everyone gathered, he strode quickly to Sam, both brows raised in question.

"She saw the Wasteland is open again, and was heading towards the gate. So I told her she's got to last at least a minute against one of us to be allowed in, and she wants to give me a go."

His mouth worked silently as he tried to find words, and Sam shrugged helplessly at him. He knew the rules, she couldn't actually turn down a challenge like this, not for official Civil Corps matters. He turned to Ella, and his brows rose higher in disbelief.

Meeting his gaze calmly, she merely blinked at him, head tilting to the side as she shrugged.

"Sam said I gotta beat her to go in, and I’ve always wanted to see what's in there."

He opened his mouth to say something, remind her that Sam was tougher than she looked, but paused when he registered the carefully neutral tone she’d used, and the glint in her eyes.

“What else did Sam say?” he asked warily, and almost groaned at the smirk that sprung to her lips.

“Oh, she just thinks I shouldn’t even try, since I’ve got two left feet and no stomach for killing things.”

He winced, because damnit Sam, tact was a thing.

"Ella, Sam does have something of a point," he started, trying to quickly think of how to persuade her to withdraw without making things worse, but she cut him off with an eye roll and a groan, giving him an exasperated grin.

"Lolo, have a little faith in me, would you? If I lose I lose, and I'll know what to work on for next time."

“It’s a little difficult to have faith when I watched you trip over thin air and into a wall not two days ago,” he muttered flatly, earning a stuck out tongue. But he stood back, walking over to stand next to Mei and settling his hand on top of the BooBoo pouch to wait for Remy to start the match.

To be fair to her, she did seem to have some combat skills from the little bits he’d seen so far. Or more accurately, defensive skills. She hadn’t got a single scratch from fighting in the tunnels despite not using a proper weapon. And the giant corpse they’d found, which had been even larger than he’d expected despite her description, had shown signs of a proper fight. Then the way she’d dodged out of the way of Huss had been even smoother than he could sometimes manage when sparring. He’d seen her practically dance around the Mr Ladybugs without a problem while she gathered things from the trees they lived by, and she only ever had problems with the snaillobs and mudcrabs by the river when the sea urchins came too close. Plus she was strong and sturdy, carrying around those giant branches and beams, and one of Paulie’s sofas, like it was nothing.

But then none of those creatures or people were Sam.

Hmm.

This was going to be a very interesting fight.

“Who do you think is going to win this one Captain?”

Glancing down at Mei, who was flipping her little notebook to a new page, her eyes fixed on the two women stretching their arms out before them, he let a tight smile settle on his lips and stood taller.

“You know that as the Captain of the Civil Corps I cannot condone betting Mei. I need to been seen setting a good example for the people in town,” he said, sparking quiet chuckles from those around them as he dug in his pocket. “So as Captain, I can’t possibly comment.”

Relaxing his shoulders as she groaned, he smiled properly down at her when she shifted closer to him.

“Ok ok. Who do you think is going to win, Arlo?”

He waited until Remy started the countdown, three short pips on a whistle before the harder one that marked the start of the match, before he slipped coins into Mei’s hand.

“Five gol on Ella winning, and another two on Sam not actually landing a hit,” he whispered quickly, leaning down towards her to avoid his voice carrying too far.

Ignoring the quiet murmurs around him as Mei took his money and wrote his bet down, he focused instead on the start of the fight. Neither of them had moved yet, both balancing on their toes and eyeing each other up, but then Sam burst into action.

She darted forward with her fist raised, aiming for Ella’s shoulder, but missed when Ella stepped back and to the side, hands lifted to guide Sam’s fist into the now empty space just like she had with Huss as she danced backwards out of range. Stumbling a step from momentum, Sam then whirled around to try again, eyes narrowing.

Moving in to swing out with a high kick, Ella dove to the side in a perfect roll. She came up in a crouch with her hand lifted to behind her shoulder, as if reaching for her sword, and her annoyed “tsk” sounded loud in the quiet plaza when she jumped to her feet, hands settling back in front of her chest in ready position.

The fight wasn’t really much of one from a technical point of view. Ella was quick on her feet, constantly dancing out of the way of Sam’s kicks and punches, deflecting the ones she couldn’t avoid completely to her sides, and at one point over her head as she rolled out of the way. Her skills were fairly impressive for a civilian he would admit, and he recognised some of his own techniques in the way she moved which made him smile.

But then Remy was blowing the whistle to mark the end of the fight, and he nudged Mei’s arm. Because he’d been right, and Sam hadn’t landed even a single punch or kick on Ella. He was enjoying the look of utter shock on Mei’s face when Sam whirled round to face him.

“You cannot seriously be thinking of letting her go in there Arlo!”

“What? Why? I lasted didn’t I?” Ella yelled, hands going to her hips as she faced him too. He eyed her thoughtfully, noting how she looked just as fresh as when she’d started, baring her hair which had puffed out of the hair tie again. She wasn’t breathing any harder than normal either, which fit in with how fit he’d suspected she was, and her endurance levels.

“Seriously kid, you won’t last five minutes in the wasteland if all you’re going to do is dodge. The monsters in there will have you for breakfast,” Sam told her bluntly before turning back to him with a pleading look, and Arlo winced because again, tact. And also he could see the change in Ella’s eyes as he looked at her.

“The rules were that I last a minute, not that I had to beat someone,” Ella said slowly, head tilting in question, and he rocked his head side to side while making a considering noise because yes, yes that was the rule. But Sam had a point. He shrugged at her, and she huffed in annoyance.

“Fine. You want to see me fight, I’ll fight. C’mon Sam, let’s go.”

“You’re on kid. Remy, count us down.”

Arlo watched carefully as they squared off again, and focused on Ella as Remy blew the whistle.

She was standing in a ready position, but seemed oddly relaxed still. She didn’t seem at all bothered when Sam lunged forward, much like she had the first time, with her fists raised and aimed at her shoulder. But unlike last time, when Sam was nearly on her she dropped to the floor, shifting out of the way and leaving one leg sticking out in Sam’s path with her other tucked under herself. She planted her hand firmly on the ground behind her as she twisted on her extended heel, before sweeping out and up with her other leg straight into the back of Sam’s thighs.

With a loud yelp Sam tripped forward and rolled into a ball when she hit the ground, twisting herself out of it to finish on her knees facing Ella, staring in shock. Ella merely huffed as she pushed off with her foot, lifting herself up into a one handed cartwheel to land back on her feet again, and dusted her hands off. She looked at Sam, smirking, then held out her hand to wriggle her fingers in a ‘come on then' gesture, and Sam stood up with a soft huff.

Stepping towards her, Sam looked slightly warier this time as she lifted her fists up, which didn’t seem to be bothering Ella at all. She was actually holding her arms out in front of her, fingers linked together, and lifting them above her head in a stretch which tugged her top free of her waistband. He heard Sam tsk in annoyance, before she darted in close again.

Sam threw a fast punch directly at Ella’s face, and he winced, expecting to hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh. But when it came, it didn’t sound like he was expecting. Because Ella had instantly dropped her hand to catch Sam’s fist against her palm, then grip it, stopping it dead in the air in front of her face. Gritting her teeth, Sam tried a rib shot with her other hand, which Ella also caught. She leaned in to Sam, and, and--

And he would swear that Ella blew a kiss at Sam when she practically brushed the tips of their noses together, but that couldn’t be right, could it? He was still trying to work out if he’d actually seen what he thought he saw when Ella suddenly leant backwards and brought her leg up between them, before she planted her foot squarely in Sam’s stomach, and pushed.

He could only stare as Sam grunted and staggered backwards several steps, only to fall flat on her back with her arms wrapping around her stomach as she wheezed. And Ella, Ella was left standing on one leg, her other still stretched out all the way in front of her, perfectly balanced with her hands in the air from where she’d let go of Sam’s fists. She pulled her leg back in and tipped herself upright with deliberate slowness, then lowered her leg back to the floor to set herself in a ready position again. And at no point during any of it did she lose the small smirk on her lips.

“What’s the matter Sam, I thought you wanted a fight, not a nap,” Ella taunted as she walked over to his fallen friend, and Arlo had to lift his hand to his mouth to cover it. She sounded so sure of herself right now, and he was starting to understand why.

But the laughs he was trying to hold in died away when Ella stepped over Sam as she struggled to sit up, then dropped down to squat over her so they were nose to nose again. And when Sam seemed to instinctively lean back away from Ella, his little sister took advantage and laid both her hands on Sam’s shoulders to push until Sam was flat on the floor again.

Something in his brain broke a little at the sight of Ella settling down on Sam’s hips, palms pressing into Sam’s shoulders, leaning down and smirking like that with her eyes all twinkling, and Sam all flushed and breathing heavily and holy crap did she just lick her lips and try to sit back up?!

“Time, Remy?” Ella called out, glancing away from Sam, and apparently not noticing her trying to get closer. “Or does Sam not being able to fight anymore count as a win for me?”

“You win. Well done, congrats, you can get off her now,” Arlo cut in before Remy could answer, quickly walking forward and reaching down to grab Ella’s forearm and pull her to her feet. He could hear the other townsfolk murmuring behind him, and Mei starting to work out payouts for people, but he’d deal with all that later.

He glanced at Sam, laying on the floor and staring at Ella in a dazed way, and shit. No. Damnit. He’d already had to warn Albert off, and was keeping an eye on Oaks. He was pretty sure he might need to talk to Alice soon too about her intentions. He did not need his colleague getting a crush on his Beany!

Glancing down at Ella, who was staring up at him all confused, he finished placing himself between her and his friend before letting go of her arm. Because of course she had no idea what she’d just done, or what it had looked like. Of course she didn’t.

“Yes. You won,” he made himself say in his bland professional tone. “You can go in the Wasteland whenever you want now.”

“Sweet! Thanks Lolo.”

Ella flashed him a bright happy smile as she turned to head towards the bench she’d left her things on. He looked down at Sam again when she spluttered, pushing herself up to sit and waving her hand around before pointing at Ella.

“But you can’t even fight sea urchins!” she yelled breathlessly, seeming torn between outraged and confused.

“Well yeah!” she said, her shoulders scrunching up as she shivered violently. She started to shake her arms out and dance on her toes. “They're just so wrong! Because they’re all slimy and squelchy and icky and weird and their eyes are so creepy and bleeergh.”

She danced on the spot, eyes squeezed shut and a look of disgust on her face, before she shook her arms out one last time and picked up her knotted string waistcoat thing. She threw it over her shoulder instead of putting it back on, and grabbed her bag and sword. "But that doesn’t mean I can’t fight everything else I want to just fine," she went on simply with a smirk, tilting her head to the side.

“Any more objections? I’m happy to go another round if you need me to.”

He would laugh at the dumbfounded look on Sam’s face while she shook her head, her mouth moving silently as she obviously struggled to process what had happened, if he couldn’t also see the other emotions playing behind her eyes. Or the way her eyes were darting all over Ella’s body as she spun round to face him, bouncing on her toes.

“Great,” Ella chirped, shooting Sam a slightly happier grin over her shoulder. “I’ll go check it out later! But now, sea urchins. C'mon Lolo, let's go!”

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8 - Eviction

#My Time At Portia #MTAP #mtap arlo #mtap fanfiction

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Over 260 Funny and Cute Skunk Names

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Over 260 Funny and Cute Skunk Names

Even though they have a reputation of being very stinky, skunks can still be interesting pets to own. They are cute but also intelligent, and their curiosity will have you laugh and keep you entertained all day long.

If you are really into skunks and want one as your pet, then here are some ideas of funny and cute skunk names to choose from.

A Famous Skunk Name

I figured a great way to start this article would be with a very cool, famous skunk.

This is Kicks. You might know Kicks as the skunk from the fictional but very cool video game series, Animal Crossing.

In the game, Kicks is known to run an interesting service. The service is called City Fold, where you can take your character to have its shoe color changed, for a fee.

Animal Crossing portrays Kicks as a shoe seller. He runs a store with the same name, where you can buy socks, boots, and shoes for your character. This is also where his name originates from.

The new release of Animal Crossing called New Horizons, which was released in 2020, finds this character portrayed as a traveling merchant that sells all kinds of items like boots, accessories, or book bags.

He is known for his brown shorts coupled with suspenders and a really nice hat on his head.

Kicks is probably the coolest-looking skunk ever made.

There are a few famous skunks in cartoons as well

Many cartoon series that appeared on TV over the course of years have had fictional skunk characters as main characters. I only chose to talk about three of them, which I consider the most known ones, and you can find them below.

Flower: You’re surely familiar with this character, especially if you’re a fan of the old Disney movies. Flower appears in the movie Bambi from 1942. This is a very cute skunk that is really empathic and cares about other creatures around him. He overflows with kindness all throughout the movie.

Bradley: Bradley is also a fictional skunk, but is a special agent that appears in the TV series Codename: Kids Next Door. You might have also known Bradley by his nickname, which was Numbuh 6. He is part of a team of special agents that find themselves in missions of helping or saving other people.

You might also like my articles with names for polar bears, groundhogs, or caterpillars.

Pepe Le Pew: This is one of the oldest skunks to appear in cartoons and can be seen in the very old series Looney Tunes. Pepe was seen for the first time in 1945 and since then it has been very popular among both children and adults alike. He makes himself known by his very weird way of starting romantic relationships. You can also see this particular character in Space Jam, a movie from the late 90s.

Female Cartoon Skunk Names

TV screens aren’t full of female skunk characters to pick a name from. This is why this is one of the smallest lists I have. I was able to find at least a few famous skunk girls.

Fifi La Fume: This is the female character that has to deal with Pepe Le Pew from the Tiny Toon Adventures movie. She is a skunk with a lilac color that is constantly looking for love. The name is pretty long but you can either use Fifi or Fume to make it shorter.

Below you will find three more female skunk names from cartoons:

Petunia

Stella

Pepper Clark

Baby Skunk Names

Sugar: Sugar is sweet, who can argue with that? It is also used as a term of endearment, to evidentiate someone’s sweetness. You can name your baby skunk just that, and the pet will surely like it.

Cupcake: This is a great nickname for both small babies and bigger children. But you can also use it to call your baby skunk.

Below you will find some other great baby skunk names to pick from.

Toffee

Tango

Sweetpea

Snoopy

Sammy

Roxie

Pixie

Peanut

Nugget

Nico

Murphy

Mira

Mia

Mary

Marshmallow

Kobe

Joy

Jellybean

Flip

Dinky

Cutie

Cosmo

Buttons

Buddy

Booboo

Biscuit

Baby

Common Pet Skunk Names

Kylo: You should name your skunk Kylo if you’re a fan of Star Wars. This name comes from the character Kylo Ren, which is short and simple, but with strong resonance. This character almost always looks angry and is mostly dressed in black, both of these being characteristics of your skunk as well. If your pet is a little feisty, then this name will surely fit it.

Mozart: Your pet can also take the name of a famous musician from the Western Classical music area. One popular name is Mozart and it works great especially if you’re a classical music fan. This name comes with a cute version as well. You can call it Mozzie for short.

Badger: This is a popular nickname for people but also a great name for smaller animals like skunks. This name also has just two syllables, which makes it really easy to pronounce.

I have made a longer list with good names for pet skunks that you can find below.

Thor

Teddy

Tank

Spike

Sparky

Simba

Shadow

Scout

Scooter

Samson

Sammy

Sam

Rusty

Rufus

Prince

Pixie

Pipsie

Pinot

Picasso

Phoenix

Pesci

Persia

Peanut

Otis

Oscar

Oreo

Ollie

Oliver

Max

Marti

Marshmallow

Margo

Malibu

Malble

Madonna

Joey

Jasper

Jake

Jackson

Jack

Hunter

Henry

Harley

Hank

Faya

Faith

Elwood

Elton

Ebony

Dutch

Dulus

Boo

Blue

Bentley

Benny

Benji

Beau

Bear

Baxter

Good Skunk Names

Yoda: Skunks are considered very intelligent. This is why you can name your pet skunk after one of the most intelligent characters from Star Wars, Yoda. Yoda is a great name for a skunk even if you’re not the biggest fan of the movie franchise.

Sleepy: This name has more to do with how this animal behaves in general. Some people consider that skunks hibernate during the winter even though they’re not actually hibernating, but sleeping a lot. That’s why I like the name Sleepy for a pet skunk. It also sounds really nice, doesn’t it?

Digger: By nature, skunks will like to dig. Regardless of whether they live in captivity or in the wild, they will like to dig all-around their environment. Just leave your pet in the yard for a little while and you will understand why Digger is the perfect name for it.

Below you can find some other great skunk names.

Sunny

Summer

Stitch

Sprite

Spike

Spice

Sparky

Snoopy

Nico

Nell

Nate

Nanda

Murphy

Mulligan

Mulder

Muggle

Mr Biggles

Mooshie

Monkey

Monet

Mochi

Moby

Happy

Guinness

Gray

Gills

Gibson

Fuse

Fritz

Foxy

Fido

Bones

Funny Skunk Names

Funky: The word Funky has a meaning on its own, but can also be a combination between the words fun and skunk. A skunk will surely be very fun to keep around so this name seems to fit perfectly.

Skunkle: Most fans of Simon and Garfunkle can understand the greatness of the name Skunkle, a great homage to the band.

Check out some other funny skunk names below.

Toffee

Stinky

Smelly

Sleepy

Skunky

Puny

Noodle

Furry

Fluffy

Dinky

Cute Skunk Names

Happy: If you’re a pet owner, you surely want your pet to be happy. So why not call it Happy, as a way of reminding yourself that you have to make its life great?

Milo: A lot of people like to call their dogs Milo, and this is a thing since the name was featured in the popular comic book and movie the Mask. But who says that it can’t be a name for your skunk as well. If you’ve seen the movie, you surely noticed how cute Milo was. This is why I consider it to be a cute name for a pet.

Nugget: This is one of my favorites, especially because I really like chicken nuggets. They are very tasty, cute, and small. These characteristics can describe your skunk as well, as long as you’re brave enough to take a bite out of it. This is why you can call your skunk Nugget. You can add even more cuteness to the name and call the pet Nuggie, or Nug, especially when it is still a baby.

Below I have made a list of what I consider to be cute skunk names, for your cute little skunk. Use any of the names below to express how cute you consider the pet to be.

Whiskers

Velvet

Turbo

Trix

Toast

Tinker

Tibbs

Teddy

Taco

Swoopy

Stitch

Stinker

Roxie

Rose

Roo

Rocky

Riley

Poochie

Pixie

Pipsie

Petunia

Pepper

Pearl

Peanut

Oreo

Nino

Nacho

Munchkin

Meadow

Marzipan

Marshmallow

Marble

Lolo

Jellybean

Fluffy

Fido

Dove

Dahlia

Cuddles

Coco

Cleo

Buttons

Brownie

Boots

Boo

Bolt

Bluebell

Birdie

Bear-Bear

Barney

Female Skunk Names

Zelda

Violet

Toffee

Tink

Tallulah

Summer

Skye

Skitty

Sheba

Roxie

Rose

Poppy

Pixie

Olive

Noodle

Nina

Molly

Milan

Mika

Meadow

Maya

Marigold

Margot

Madonna

Mabel

Lucy

Lola

Lily

Lexi

Leia

Larissa

Keesha

Kate

Kassie

Kalyee

Joy

Jennie

Jean

Jasmine

Ivory

Iris

Faye

Faith

Dhalia

Coco

Camilla

Bubbles

Brandy

Biscuit

Bianca

Bella

Begonia

Azalea

Final Words

Skunks have a reputation of being dirty and smelly, which usually isn’t the case. They use their stink only as a defensive tactic and will surely have no reason to use it on you if you’re a decent owner and treat them nicely. A skunk that feels loved will almost never spray people it recognizes. If you like one of the names from these lists of have other ideas for pet skunk names, you can leave a comment below.

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thebardisabird · 7 years ago

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Honestly Anonym, this prompt was too fun to do only just one, so have little ficlets of all six! Daddy Matsus reacting to their kids saying a bad word (with a little x Reader in there)! I laughed while writing some of these lol. Please enjoy! UNDER THE CUT!

Osomatsu

Welp, he broke his promise. He did his absolute best to watch his mouth around his son, especially when you warned him that kids’ brains were like sponges. Go figure your son would hear Osomatsu spill a line of expletives after stubbing his toe. However, that pain was nothing to compared to the verbal assault you’d give him when you heard what he did. He turned, face paling as he watched his son, who was shouting the same string of curses he just muttered. His eye twitched in fear: this was not good.

“H-Hey!” he interjected, hands waving to gain his son’s attention, “D-Don’t say that!” When his son asked why, he searched around the room, making sure you weren’t on your way in, “Those are bad words. Dad shouldn’t be saying them and neither should you.” Once again, his son questioned why, “Because Dad said so!” Looking him directly in the eyes, Osomatsu heard his child repeat the word nonchalantly. Panic lacing into his voice, he frantically looked around, swearing you were going to show up at any second and tear him a new one.

“Listen, if you stop saying those words, I’ll take you to get ice cream right now!” That seemed to distract the child enough, shouting his joys over the frozen treat. Osomatsu sighed, relieved he managed to dodge that bullet. Watching his son bounce around, excited over ice cream gave him a weird sense of pride. Guess he took after Osomatsu in some ways after all. Karamatsu He was in the midst of preparing dinner, waiting for you to come home from work when he heard his daughter giggle. His heart warmed at the sound of her innocent laughter…until she finished it with an awful word. At the sound of it, Karamatsu cringed heavily, fingers almost being taken out at the chopping block he had in front of him. Placing the knife down with haste, he hustled over to his daughter’s play area, “Sweet pea, w-what did I hear you say just now?” She repeated herself, all smiles as the wretched word left her mouth. It struck his ears like a bad piano chord, and he knelt down to her level. “My little peach, such words are unbecoming of a princess!” His daughter stared back at him, confusion in her stare. He continued, feigning a look of concern to draw her in, “We wouldn’t want to upset Mommy, would we?” Guilt immediately wracked his heart, as tears started to form in the corners of her eyes, “N-No, Daddy! I love Mommy!” and she clutched onto his apron, trembling gently. He took her into his arms in a tight embrace, “Now, now, don’t cry…let’s just forget about those bad words, okay?” She nodded, hiccuping against his chest. He pat her head gently, moving to dry her tears with the corner of his apron. Choromatsu He was in the middle of buying a new set of bed sheets, with you over by the cookware. With his son’s hand in his, he flipped the packaged set of pillow covers, mumbling about the thread count. Passing by the pair was a giant stuffed bear, being carried to the back of the store by an employee. “Oh shit!” came a small voice. Immediate alarm set into him, in disbelief of what he just heard. Choromatsu clapped a hand over his son’s mouth, “W-WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT WORD?!” The poor boy looked frightened against his father’s fingers and Choromatsu removed his hand, “I-I’m sorry!” He understood his father was angry, but the trembling child didn’t understand why. Noticing his terrified confusion, Choromatsu crouched down, a hand softly coming to his son’s head. “Let’s not use a word like that, okay? It’s not a nice one.” The young Matsuno nodded slowly. Choromatsu beamed at his son, a small mixture of father-like pride and sympathy swirling in his heart. So young, but already so intuitive. “We can choose a better word to use, don’t you think?” “Yeah!” Ichimatsu Taking his daughter to the cat cafe was one of his favorite to do with her. Not only for his sake, but it seemed she picked up his love of cats - and he swore he’d never been more proud of anything else in his life. He placed the newborn kitten in her hands gently, “Hold it right - hands like a cup, remember?” She mimicked the hand position he taught her and she giggled when the tiny ball of fur curled up in her palms. A few moments of soft nuzzles and whispered words and the kitten fell right asleep. The young girl showed Ichimatsu just comfortable she’d made the little thing, and he kissed the top of her head, growing prouder by the moment. What she didn’t expect however, was the sound of one of the employees dropping a food dish, the whole thing clattering in an explosion of metal smacking tile. The tiny kitten in the girl’s hands awoke with a hiss, hopping out of her hands and onto the floor - but not before startling her. “Fuck!” Ichimatsu’s heart shot up into his throat when he heard his daughter curse aloud. Sweet, innocent pout on her face, she stuck her tongue out at the kitten. He gently put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder, dropping down to her level. A dark aura pulsed over his brow, “Where did you get that word from?…” She blinked and titled her head, slightly confused. Being she’s seen that face a million times at this point, it no longer set fear in her like it did with anyone else. “I heard mommy shouting it last night!” It took her a solid twenty minutes to pry her father out of the corner with what little strength she possessed, a different, darker aura washing over him this time. Jyushimatsu Watching his children play catch with one another was a treat. Not being around all the time due to practice and major league games took a toll on him sometimes. Jyushimatsu relished when he got to be with kids. He sipped his tea, stretching out his arms before he decided to join them. A concerning shout filled the air and he peered over to see his daughter clutching her hand. Her brother had tossed the ball a little too hard - and it smacked her wrist before she had time to catch it. Jyushimatsu was over there in an instant, ready to kiss any booboos his daughter cried about. He ended up surprised however, when she socked her brother in the shoulder with her free hand, cursing at him in anger. He cursed back, sticking his tongue out and pulling his eyelid down. Poor Jyushimatsu froze, unsure of where his twins learned those bad words. With lightning speed, he scooped both kids into his arms, carrying them like bags of rice. “Dad! OW! C’mon!” his son complained, accidentally knocking heads with his sibling. His sister rubbed the spot where her head connected with his and huffed, “Daddy, let me down!” A blank stare washed over Jyushimatsu’s face as he continued hiking his children back into the house. “No more catch for you two until you stop saying bad words!” A loud groan escaped the both of them before they were put into chairs for time out. Todomatsu You had warned him it was a mistake to introduce your daughter to electronics so early. Kids these days were hooked on the things, and you thought it would’ve been a better idea to let her be a child first before bringing her into the world of phones and computers. Your husband, the tech obsessed man that he was, disagreed…to an extent. It was never to your face (at which he yes’d you to death), but when you weren’t around he was letting your daughter play games on his phone or watch Youtube videos. All of his sneaking behind your back backfired however, when amidst his daughter’s laughing, he heard her giggle out an expletive. He zoomed over by her side, snatching the phone out of her hands. She’d been watching some let’s player, who was currently cursing to his heart’s content after losing a boss battle. Horrified, he closed the app and looked down at his stunned daughter, “Don’t ever say that word!” he scolded, fuming slightly. His daughter frowned, head hanging low. She knew she was in trouble whenever Todomatsu pouted like that. “I’m sorry, Daddy…” Todomatsu frowned, her sadness weakening his stern demeanor. He rolled his eyes, crouching down and pulling his little girl into a hug. “You’re lucky you’re adorable,” he scoffed, kissing her forehead, “Now get washed up for dinner. And I don’t want to hear you say that word again, okay?” The little girl nodded, “Okay.” “Good girl.” He released her so she could wash her hands, and he looked down at his phone. “Remind me to put on parental controls…” he said to no one.

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Don’t leave us... - Batsis x Batfamily (ANGST)

Would you look at that ? In the mood for a somewhat angsty story. Also, I promised more Batsis so...boom, here we are. Written in ten minutes (almost exactly) at 4 am so...UHUH. I hope you will still like it :

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You didn’t intend for any of that to happen. It just...somehow did.

If you had waited for him, you know it would have been too late.

Damian was there with you but...there was no way you would have let him do this. Oh no. Not your precious little brother.

You couldn’t bear it. Nor could you bear for your dad to do it really...

You know...You know it’s selfish.

You can’t help but think that, at least, you wouldn’t be the one to suffer. You wouldn’t be the one with a bleeding heart...Yes. It’s totally selfish.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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You were at your mom’s place for breakfast that morning, and, half asleep in your bowl of cereal, you didn’t notice your phone buzzing over and over again. Your mother, not totally awake either, also didn’t hear a thing.

Your nose buried in your fifth cup of coffee, you don’t even have the energy to ask your mom if she sent a message to your dad stating that you were home safe, as you forgot to do so the night before...Oh well, it wasn’t much of a big deal, after all, you were a grown up now, it’ll be alright.

It’s only when your father bursts into your mom’s apartment, followed by your brothers, that you finally fully wake up, and that you realize that maybe, not warning your dad that you got home safe wasn’t alright.

It’s true that, usually, when you go to sleep at your mother’s, you send him a quick text to tell him you’re safe and sound but...did he really have to break your mom’s door down ?

No. The answer was no. Oh God, ever since you were born, he just always had to be so damn protective ! Sometimes it was great, but most of the times, it was just extremely annoying.

And right now, faced with your rather annoyed face, cup of coffee still to your lips, Bruce Wayne, your father, kinda miss those days when you were a child and would run to his arms whenever he came to pick you up at your mom’s...

-Really ?

Is all you say, and the look on his and your brothers face says it all. Yeah ok, they know they totally overreacted but...Well, you were the baby of the family. Even though you were a few years older than Damian.

It seemed impossible for your brothers to understand you weren’t a kid anymore...

-Hum...you didn’t text and I thought that...Hum...

Your mother rolls her eyes, and just returns to her breakfast. Here we go again. She lost count of the time she had to replace her front door because Bruce thought you were in some kind of danger. Because you didn’t return his call, because you forgot your “traditional good night text”, because he just had a gut feeling you weren’t alright, because he heard someone saying they’d hurt/kill you...Any reasons really, to come and kick her damn door in.

She was used to it. And she had to admit, though now that you were past the age of a teenager you thought it was incredibly annoying, Selina thought it was quite...endearing. It always made her smile and warm inside. And usually, him being so worried for you, for their little (not so little anymore) daughter...well it was a sure way for their “on/off” relationship to be on again.

Which was gross to think about for you and so, ignoring their “looks” toward each other, you raise to your feet and, with a kiss on your mom’s forehead you take your bag (that contained your nightly activities costume of course...well, it was hard avoiding said activities when you were the daughter of Batman and Catwoman), and leave, rolling your eyes some more as you can see your brothers kinda making sure you’re alright by looking you up and down...Damn those boys. You still couldn’t help but kiss all of them (including your embarrassed dad) on the cheek though.

And with a last “see ya later mommy”, you’re out...unaware that there would never be a “later” for you...

************

You and your mom were rather close. She was often absent, and her need of freedom would sometimes come between you and her but...it was a good relationship. Though you had to admit it was more of a “best friends” kinda thing, than a “mother/daughter” one. After all, she was quite young when she got you and...Well, let’s just say she wasn’t always up to be a mom.

A friend though ? Sure.

But this “on and off” thing you had with your mom meant that you were extremely close from your dad. The man wasn't always the best to express his feelings, but he had always been here..unlike Damian, he had you since you were a baby, as your mom dumped you at the Manor one night, only to return on your third birthday after a “change of mind” (meaning : she realized that even though she was young and didn’t really wanna be a mother...well you were here, and she loved you of a deep feeling she just couldn’t explain...she needed you in her life, your were her flesh and blood, she...She just loved you, and that was that, even if sometimes she needed her space).

Yes. Your father had been there since day one. So has Alfred. Dick arrived in when you were barely 4, and then...Well let’s just say you enjoyed a lot having older brothers.

When Damian arrived, it wasn’t easy at first but...Well, you were brother and sister no matter what you could say, and it ended up just clicking (if you had known that he would have been so clingy by the way, always making sure you were alright and awkwardly hugging you...you’re not sure you would have let things click haha).

He trained you since a very young age and you were as skilled as any of your brothers but...oh he wouldn’t let you go out before you reached the age of 12.

You were so mad when ten years old Damian was out and hopping and fucking killing people and shit ! Until you understood that...Well, Damian wasn’t as lucky as you.

When Damian got hurt, people used to tell him to suck it up, his mother used to tell him to not be weak, his grandfather used to tell him to endure it because one day he’d be King of the World...When you got hurt, Alfred would kiss your booboo and with a hug, all your pain would go away.

You understood that you had different childhood (not saying that yours was easy...you were the Batman’s daughter, nothing could be actually easy).

But still, you were a bit frustrated that he wouldn’t let you go out and fight for the city you so loved...It’s only when he created the League, and Diana told him that it was unfair to forbid you to do anything that finally, you were able to go and protect people.

He would always make sure to have your back though, even if it meant sacrificing his own health for you...which always made you furious.

Oh the number of scars your dad had on his body because he threw himself in front of you (or of one of your brothers really). And oh the number of time your bros got hurt as they jumped to protect you...Of course, you also had countless scars and got hurt countless time protecting them but...It wasn’t the same thing.

You had less occasions to do so because they would never let you...Like, that time Jason took a bullet you wanted to take for him by...yanking you behind him as you were jumping in front of him.

They were impossible really !

Couldn’t they stop protecting you for a second, and let you save their damn lives ?

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Your wish came earlier than you thought.

As you were coming back from your mother’s apartment, still slightly annoyed at your family for being so damn protective, a very special phone beeped in the car.

The League’s red phone (oh the endless joke you and your brothers made about that...a “red phone” ? Were those people a hundred years old ? ...Well...some of them were...).

Your father answered, and Superman’s super-worried face appeared on the screen. Oh, this wasn’t just a small alert, you could feel it. Because if even Uncle Clark was worried...

Apokolips.

When this word was pronounced, you shivered.

Oh this place always creeped you out. You’ve been only once, when you and the rest of your family were trying to resurrect Damian, and it still haunted you at night. This place really had a fitted name.

It was a living nightmare. A planet where only violence, despair and darkness prospered. And to know that, right now, they were about to attack Earth and destroy every living things on it ? Oh you were freaked out alright.

But of course, it was only a matter of time before Darkseid would put his eyes on Earth, were so many people who challenged him lived on. And in your head, you often repeated to yourself that you’d probably have to fight those creatures from Hell one day but...You were so not ready.

A hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, brings you back to reality. Tim. And with that simple gesture, you know you’ll never be alone, and you’re ready.

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You knew. You knew as soon as you saw your father running from the opposite side of the battlefield that he wouldn’t be in time.

Where was a Flash when you needed one ? ...Out. They were all out. Wonder Woman was getting them out of there, back to the watchtower. The fight was almost done but...

Yes. You knew.

Darkseid had not intention on invading Earth. Too much of a hassle. No, the guy must have watched a bit too much Star Wars as his plan was to simply use a weapon of mass destruction on your beloved planet.

It wasn’t exactly a death star, but still close. It was a giant laser like weapon, but instead of completely annihilating the planet, it spread a deadly gas on it and...killed every single living things on it.

Darkseid wanted to turn Earth into a second Apokolips. Wanted to spread his territory. But in order to do that, he had to get rid of everything on it first. Everything alive, to be precised.

And oh how cliché for a superhero...The only way to stop this machine, was to jump in it and destroy it from the inside. But of course, doing that...you’d get killed. No matter if your name was “Superman” or “Green Lantern”, you’d die all the same. And even more cliché ? The one that was about to sacrifice himself was your father.

But he was too far, and you knew that. You, however ? You just had a few feet separating you from the weapon, and only a few enemies in your way. You were about to lunge forward when...A hand grabs your sleeve.

-I won’t let you do it (Y/N) !

-You have to Damian, it’s the only way !

-I’ll go instead of you !

-Yeah, like I’m gonna let that happen.

-And like I’m going to let...

-I’m the oldest one Damian, it’s my duty to protect you. And if I don’t do this, billions of people are going to die Dams ! I have to. You know dad won’t make it in time, and I won’t either if you don’t let go off me. It’s charging right now !

Yes. It was definitely charging to be ready to shoot. But Damian wasn’t letting go of your sleeve, clinging to it like it was a lifeboat.

-I..I won’t let it...I can’t...I can’t loose you !

It breaks your heart, really, to know that you will hurt him more than ever. If the pain he’ll feel will be just a quarter of what you felt when he died...Oh you wished there was another way. A way where you could all come home happy and alive...But there wasn’t.

And he knew. He knew, as tears ran down his face, that you would never let him jump in the laser, even if you had to fight him. He knew that if you did have to fight him, you’d win, and that the fight you had would probably make you waste precious time to save the World and...

Yes. The logical thing to do was to let you go, but...He couldn’t.

He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose his beloved sister, the one that was always there to cheer him up, the one that understood he was a broken little boy that needed mending, the one that first, along with Dick and Alfred, showed him what love was really like, the one that helped him understand their father...His sister.

His precious sister.

He hated that his grip on your sleeve was getting weaker. But he knew he had to let you go. Because if he didn’t, it was going to be the end of all things...Oh but it would be the end anyway.

He knew that as soon as you’d save the world, as soon as you’d die for people that would never even know what you did for them...his heart would stop beating at the same time than yours.

Damian knew that, when your life would end, so would any trace of happiness in his being. But he had to let you go and, knowing he would forever have to live with the guilt of letting go of you, he releases your sleeve and...falls to his knees as he looks at you run toward the weapon.

No creatures even attack him and, in a way, your little brother wished they would. He wished he would die too today...but he also knew that loosing both you and him would kill his father. And he knew that he would have to be there for him, because your loss ? It would be the worst.

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-(Y/N) W-What are you doing ?!

You hear in your ear phone, the one connected to all your family. You thought you turned all the channels off, so that they wouldn’t try to convince you to stop, so that you wouldn’t be tempted to...But visibly, you forgot to turn off the most important one.

Your father’s.

-You know what I’m doing dad.

-I forbid you to !

-You can’t, I’m an adult remember ? Besides, I have to.

-No you don’t ! I’m almost there !

You can see your dad, right in front of you, trying to accelerate but...he’s already full speed. And so are you, with no intention of slowing down.

You gotta do this. You gotta save the World. And you know your dad won’t make it in time...Every thing relies on you.

-(Y/N) please don’t do this !

His tone had changed. It changed from commanding to pleading. And once again, you could feel your heart broke bits by bits as you know this is inevitable, and for way too many times in his life, your father will once again have to live through the loss of someone he loved.

But you had to do this.

-Please, please my little one don’t...

“My little one”. He called you like that since you were a baby. It was your favorite pet names, always made you feel safe for some reasons...But it didn’t stop your run. On the contrary, it only made each step stronger.

You dodged many enemies, and didn’t falter once.

-Please, don’t do this, please (Y/N) let the World burn, please, don’t leave me. You can’t leave me baby girl, you just can’t ! Please my little one, don't do it !

-You don’t mean it dad, you know I have to sav...

-I do mean it ! To hell with everyone else ! Don’t do this please ! Don’t do this ! Stay with me, with us, please ! Don’t go !

-I can’t let all those people die...

-Yes you can. Please don’t jump. Or wait for me, I’ll be in time, I’ll do it.

-And then I’ll have to live without you...

Your in front of the pit where the weapon is. You can see what you have to destroy. But you stop for a few seconds, because you need to...You need to say goodbye.

From where you are, you can see tears running down your father’s face, even through his breathing mask. You can see his steps getting weaker and weaker, but he doesn’t stop.

-I have to dad. You know I do. Anyway, what will we do if there’s no world anymore ? We can’t live in the Watchtower just all of us together...

-Yes we can ! YES WE CAN ! TO hell with everyone, they’re ungrateful bastards anyway ! And I need you my little one, I need you (Y/N) ! Who’s going to keep me grounded ? Who’s going to make a snarky remark at me whenever I get too cocky or whatever ? Who’s going to hug my worries away ? Who am I going to tuck in ? What am I gonna do without your forehead kisses and your smile? Who am I going to go to to confess my feelings ?

Your heart tighten. It’s time to jump. But he’s so close, oh your dad is so close...maybe you can wait for a last hug ? Or a last brush of his fingers on your cheek ? In the intercom of your mask, you can hear him continue, and you close your eyes as his voice, that you always thought soothing, resonates in your ears :

-Who’s going to be my confident ? Who’s going to watch stupid movies with me ? Please (Y/N), please my baby girl, my little one, sweetheart, let me do this. Please just wait a little bit, I’m almost there, don’t do it please. Don’t leave us ! I love you (Y/N), I love you my little girl ! Please don’t...

It’s time to jump. You know it. No time for a last touch with your father, though he’s so, so close...He knows what you’re about to do, as he extends his arms in front of him, ready to grab you and put himself in your place.

But he’d be too late. You just know it.

His screams of despair and pain are the last things you hear, as you jump down and barely have the time to tear away the parts you need to destroy the machine.

His screams. The screams of a father who just witnessed his beloved daughter die. His screams...The screams of a broken man. It’s the last thing you hear. And you almost regret doing it...but it’s too late.

You wished you would have had time to feel his arms around you one last time. His protective arms. That were there for you all your life. That felt you grow and always loved you. But...There wasn’t any time for that.

He wouldn’t have had time to save everyone. You tear away the parts, just as the machine was about to shoot, right on time and...Black.

Everything is black. And you don’t hear your father’s screams anymore...

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She didn’t utter a sound.

She didn’t say a word.

When your father arrived at her apartment, visibly shook to the core, bags under his eyes, puffy eyes as if he had cried for days...She knows.

She knows what happened, and she doesn’t say anything.

They stay like that for a long time, in front of each others. And they both know that from now on, their famous “on/off” relationship is definitely “off”.

Finally, she moves. She calmly walks to him, and slaps him with all her might, to then say those simple words :

-Get out.

He knows. He knows what she’s thinking.

It’s his fault. He’s the one that brought you there. He’s the one that trained you. He’s the one that allowed you to become a Robin, and then your own version of it. He’s the reason you died. It’s his fault.

And so he leaves, without a look behind him. He leaves, to never ever come back to this place again. He ignores your favorite book half-read on the living room’s coffee table. He ignores your favorite plushy that you’ve had since you were born, and could never get rid off, laying there, forever alone, on the couch. He ignores your finished cup, your favorite mug, down in the sink. He ignores drawing you’ve made all over your years, and pictures of you and your mom on the walls...He ignores everything and “gets out”. Never looking back.

And oh it was good that he didn’t look back, because the sight of the woman he loved (and would always love despite everything that has happened), down in a ball on the floor, crying silently the lost of their daughter...it would have been too much.

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It’s weird. A parent shouldn’t have to bury their own child. And yet...that’s exactly what’s happening right now.

The entire league is here. Your brothers are here. Alfred too. And your dad.

There is no speech. No one felt like they could do you justice with just words. There is no speech but a giant firework.

You loved fireworks.

Your father do not speak to anyone, and as soon as everything is over, he leaves. He cannot...He cannot do this. Too many losses. Too much pain...He clutches the picture of you he had on his nightstand, that he put right next to a picture of his parents, and other pictures of your brothers and..he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t let go for hours. And he would never let go of your memory. He keeps thinking that he’s going to wake up from a bad dream, that he’ll feel your little six years old hand on his face, squeezing it as you used to to wake him up, and that all that was just a nightmare. He keeps thinking that he’s going to wake up, and discover that he had a weird super long dream about a life that never actually happened. That little you is going to burst in his room to wake him up. That he was never going to train you, you were never going to be a night vigilante, you weren’t going to be on Apokolips that day and...Reality hits him right in the face. Without you, the World would have died. But...Why doesn’t that thought makes him feel better ? You saved billions of daughters and yet...he cannot for the life of him feel better about all of that.

Because you’re gone. His little one is gone. Forever...

Alfred was devastated. Never ever again would he see you run down the Manor, be clumsy and fall, and ask for him to shoo your pain away with a kiss. Never again would you...nev...never...He can’t even finish his thoughts. Even in his own head he sobs uncontrollably. His little (Y/N) was gone. Forever.

Your brothers are no better. If not worst. Especially Damian, because he let go of your sleeves. Dick, Jason and Tim try to console him but...he can feel in their voice their resentment, even though they’re trying to hide it.

They agree with him. It’s kinda his fault. Because he let go of their precious little sister. If it had been one of them instead...They would have hold on.

But it wasn't fair to react like that, because he had lost a sister too, and he was so damn close from you...They all were. But Damian and you ? There was something special. And one day, one day they’d be able to tell him “It’s ok, it’s not your fault” and really mean it. But right now ? Right now they couldn’t.

Because you were gone. Forever.

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Hum...Yeah. Meh. Not enough feelings, I feel. Everything is going too fast Not sad enough, for the death of Batsis...Uh.. Also it’s 4 am. Good night, and sorry (cause obvs, I’m still posting this anyway).

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