#cxs carries him home and puts him to bed

[veifei]

my silly theory upon seeing the ep4 pv is that lu guang is going to faint like a damsel in distress at the sheer overwhelm of all the changes to the timeline and vein showing up is the nail is the coffin 💀

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + GOJO SATORU || caring for you

request: How would Satoru react if found out that his s/o mission went absolutely awful they got badly, and that mission brought back some traumatic memories for them and he finds them on the floor having an anxiety attack?

Some angs and comfort. 

note: hello love! originally i wanted to answer it like an ask, but after writing a bit i feel like this might be the better option lmao? i was already half way through when i realised it was going to be long - so might as well do this hehe~ but i enjoyed this idea a lot tbh cx it was fun and a somewhat soft thing to write for gojo

pronouns: them/they 

if there is anyone who knows how traumatising this profession can be, it would be your boyfriend - the great gojo satoru 

sometimes he knows that missions can really demand a lot out of you, and sometimes it forces you into situations that might end up worsening your already declining mental health

so one day when he came home to your shared home and spotted your shoes, he felt the fatigue of the day slowly wash off - it looks like you two might have a nice evening to yourselves

“baby~ i’m home!” he’d call out as he takes his shoes off at the genkan, tilting his head curiously when he heard no response from you. usually you’d walk towards the hallway and greet him with a smile. so your silence was concerning. “baby?”

curiously this slipper clad feet walked deeper into your shared home, starting to look around for any traces of you in your home; only to pause when he heard what sounded like chocked sobs coming from the bedroom

he’d walk in and spot you crying your eyes off on your shared bed, and immediately he’d walk towards you but kept his movements soft and quiet

he’d make sure to rest his hand against your arm and trace it along your arm carefully, making you know that he’s here with you, letting you be the one to reach out for him

when you do, he’d immediately wrap you up in his arms and hold you close, just rubbing along your back and mumbling soft words of reassurance and love to you

he knows better than to pray into your business, or to force you to talk when you don’t want to - so he’d just hold you close, reassuring you that he’s here for you when you’re ready to talk to someone

he’d cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears and snot away with a loving smile, reassuring you that he doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty whenever it comes to you

eventually he’d help you wipe your face clean, carefully cupping your face in his hands and rubbing soft circles behind your ears with his warm fingers; a soft smile resting on his face

“want me to run your a warm bath, baby?” he asks you quietly, smiling when you just sniffle and nods at him before he picks you up again and presses a soft kiss to your head

lets you cling onto him the entire time he prepares the bath, one arm wrapped around you while the other checks the temperature of the water before he helps you undress and sets you in the bath 

quietly sits on the ledge of the tub, letting you rest your head on his leg whilst his fingers return to your hair quietly; the smell of lavender filling the bathroom slowly. “wanna talk about what happened today?”

he’d listen to everything you say as he slowly starts to wash your body, pressing soft kisses along your skin and shushing you softly whenever you choke up once more; reassuring you that you don’t have describe every detail if you don’t want to

he doesn’t really ask for detail, he just wants you to talk about it so that you’re not bottling it all up on the inside for later; quietly asking a few questions when he realises you’re stumped, making a few comments here and there so you’d let out a soft giggle or two

eventually he’ll help you out of the bath and put you in some of his clothes, knowing that you find comfort in his scent and whenever you’re wrapped up in his clothes

probably order in some takeout from your favourite restaurant in town, since he can’t cook for shit and might burn the kitchen if he tries

he’d just wrap you up in his arms and sit him in his lap, running his fingers through your hair quietly while he tells you about everything that happened in his day

if you convince him enough with your puppy eyes he might sing for you quietly, trying to act bashful when you know damn well he finds it quite an ego booster at the idea that you find his singing nice

when the food arrives, he wouldn’t touch his meal first - he’d focus on feeding you first before he touches his food

“come on baby, say ah~” he’d coo quietly as he held out a spoonful of rice and spicy mapo tofu, a hand cupping underneath the spoon whilst he waited for you to eat the spoonful of food

after the food was cleared and the takeaway boxes tossed into recycling, he’d lead you to the bathroom to wash up; helping you do your skincare routine and brushing your teeth as you sit on the countertop with him between your legs

not like that ya nasties

once you’re done he’d do his own, making a few jokes here and there until you’re probably clutching your stomach in laughter while he watches you with a loving smile on his face

once you two are done he’d carry you to the bedroom and turn off the lights in the room, or leave a warm nightlight on in your the room so you two aren’t in complete darkness

he’d wrap his arms around you, pressing loving kisses along your face, neither of you talking if you don’t want to whilst he just holds you against him

other times you two can be talking late into the night, just holding onto each other while talking about everything and anything that comes into mind 

most times he’d write in for both of you, taking a day off from work and turning off his phone so no one can disturb him - tomorrow will be a day that you dictate and you choose what you two will do

out of everyone he knows how much pain and suffering sorcerers are put through on the regular, so he doesn’t blame you for crashing on him from time to time; for the emotions that just get to you and tear another wound open 

he’d just offer comfort to the best of his abilities, always making sure that you know you’re loved even though you feel like you’ve failed. he’d always remind you how strong you are, and that sometimes the world just works against you. but he will be there to pick up all the pieces and put you back together; because at the end of the day, as long as he has you to return to, he can find the will to wake up the next day

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[lovelyloveylou]

Sōgyо nо Kоtоwаri, Minаzuki, and Nоzаrashi for kenpachi! :3

Ahhhh thanks so much for asking! This got, uh, very long, because I apparently can not be brief when it comes to Kenny. Whoops! Still I’m very glad to talk about him so thanks again!!! Under the cut for the sheer length of my rambling

Sōgyо nо Kоtоwаri: Who confesses first? How fast does the other party return them? How strong do they return them initially?

Kenpachi was the one to confess! He’d already been thinkin about it for a bit and figured he might as well. Worst thing that could happen was she said no, yeah? And a pressing circumstance made him realize he’d regret it forever if he didn’t at least mention how he felt. Etsuko returned his feelings pretty much immediately, though she was a little surprised he felt for her the way she felt for him~ She’d been pretty head over heels for him for almost two years at that point so their romantic relationship was established in that moment of confession!

This might be the incentive I needed to get around to posting that confession fic cx

Minаzuki: When you’re hurt, how does your f/o go about helping you? Are very soft and caring or are they a bit unconventional? How far will they go to make you feel better?

This depends entirely on how Etsuko got hurt, though most of his responses are in the realm of practical with a few situations warranting a more unconventional or gentle approach.

If she’s got a training injury she needs help tending he won’t mind wrapping it for her, though she can expect him to holler on and on about how she shoulda seen that blow coming from a mile away along with other teasing. It’s the same for if she’s got a cooking mishap, he’ll grab ice for a burn or a bandaid for a cut and gripe about her being clumsy, if she trips and scrapes her knee he’s liable to tell her to rub some dirt in it and move on but if she complains he’ll carry her the rest of the way to their destination. He’ll probably carry her anyway but insist it’s cause she’s too slow and not that he’s worried at all. All along the way in all these circumstances he’s willing to help with quick maintenance and usually ribs her as a way of taking her mind off the immediate pain, he won’t coddle her in these situations but he will distract her.

If she gets really, seriously hurt during a battle the best way he sees of helping in most circumstances is making sure her opponent is no longer breathing. If there’s other folks around to get her clear of the battlefield he’ll finish up her fight for her and make sure the offending party can’t hurt her again. Afterwards he’s not the best nurse but he’ll stay with her, keeping her company at the fourth is a good excuse to skip out on paperwork anyhow he’ll insist, denying completely that he’s any level of worried. He’ll listen to her read and distract her with as much inane conversation as he can stand and when she’s clear to be back home but on bed rest he’ll send other members of the squad out to get the things she requests to keep her comfortable and happy.

If she’s emotionally hurt that’s when the tenderness comes out a bit. He’s not super great at it but there’s also very few things that make him more uncomfortable than seeing her sad and the want to comfort her comes out strong and sudden. He’s straight forward in these instances, asks her outright what she needs from him, and most often it’s just his company she desires. He holds her then, holds her and assures her that he’ll be there for as long as she needs and a long time after. These times are also one of the few where Kenpachi will cook and put effort into it. Cooking for others is one of her main love languages and having that returned means so much.

In short, it can sometimes appear that he does the bare minimum to provide comfort when she’s hurting but if you’re well versed in Kenpachi’s mannerisms and love languages it’s easy to see he’s willing to do quite a lot to make sure she’s okay.

Nоzаrashi: How long have you and your f/o known each other? How often are you two together? DId you two realize how deep your relationship is at first? If not, how did you realize?

Ahh I’m gonna answer this in two parts, one for me and one for Etsuko. For me myself I’ve known and loved Kenpachi for 13 years which is wild to think about and say but yeah cx I watched Bleach near obsessively when I was small and when he first appeared in the English dub I was immediately intrigued by his character design and then later absolutely smitten with all facets of him~ I’ve had characters to ship with him all through these 13 years, the most recent being Etsuko, and I think sometime around 2009, when the highlight of an anime convention was getting a picture with a Kenpachi cosplayer, was when I realized I was well and truly sunk for this man. It’s something that’s only been reaffirmed again and again with time as no matter where my interests go he’s still always there!

Now, as for Etsuko, as of Bleach episode 1 she’d know Kenpachi for two years! She fell for him a year or so into knowing him and then the confession happened almost a year later, so three years in. By the end of the series they’ve known each other for 15 years, have been together for 12, and married for 10~ They’re together pretty constantly, even before they’re together. She’s his fourth seat and, along with Yumichika, does the brunt of the squad paperwork. A lot of that work includes tracking him down and making him sign things and she refuses to just leave the paperwork with him because he will just leave it. This work time tends to meld into down time if Etsuko lets her guard down and suddenly it’s been four hours and only half the work got done before they both ended up sprawled out for a nap or she started making them a snack and it turned into “time to try three new recipes cause Ken is here and he’ll give me an honest opinion but also still eat it with me if it sucks”. Neither of them realized how deep their feelings ran initially but Etsuko remembers quite vividly what did it for her.

It was a really innocuous moment, a morning in the spring. The sun was bright, the room was cold, Kenpachi was warm and asleep beside her and when she looked at him she had this moment, this feeling where she realized “oh. I’d like to wake up like this forever.” It was a little overwhelming honestly and she ended up turning over cause she didn’t want him to wake up and catch her blushing. She said “I love you” for the first time later that day and almost combusted on the spot!

(This is another fic I should go on and post cx)

[sportarobbie-shorties]

CX - Don’t Ever Stop Hating Me

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 110th Shortie

;)

Warnings: Nope, none at all :)

Summary: This is it. It’s Robbie’s and Sportacus’s wedding day. In the beginning there’s a lot of fuss, and the couple is actually quite nervous, surprising themselves, but in the end, they all are happy about the marriage of Mr Rotten and... Mr Rotten.

Sportacus is up in his airship, battling with his bowtie, trying to tie it neatly around his neck. Bessie was helpful and made a tiny pocket to the bowtie so Sportacus could still have his crystal with him safely. He sits down on the edge of his bed, careful not to rip the fancy, white suit, and takes a deep breath. This is it.

Robbie is down in his lair, lying in bed. He stares at the ceiling in silence, even though he knows he should be getting into his dress. The merge between a suit and a dress Robbie made himself is all laid out on the orange chair, waiting for the moment Robbie pulls himself together. But now’s not the moment - not quite yet. Robbie listens to the sound of people fussing around right above him, and sighs. Here it goes.

“What do you mean ‘the lights aren’t working’?” Stephanie shrieks, squeezing the flowers in her hands. Pixel fiddles with the sleeves of his pastel green suit and stutters: “I-I don’t know. If I did, I would’ve fixed it already.”

Stephanie takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “Can you handle it yourself? I’ve really got a lot of stuff to work on.” Pixel nods. “Good.” Stephanie shoves the forget-me-nots and purple penstemons to Trixie, asking her to take care of the rest of the decorating.

“Does anyone know where uncle Milford went?” Stephanie asks, wiping her brow and sighing. “He forgot his cheat sheet at home. He’s getting it right now”, Ziggy answers. He follows everything around him, sitting on a bench and holding his basket of flower petals portectively. Stephanie has managed to convince him not to eat a lollipop at least before the ceremony, so he won’t get his baby blue suit all messed up.

Bessie’s dark blue dress drags on the ground as she gets to the billboard, carrying the big wedding cake. She’s just about getting to the table where the cake is supposed to be placed, as Stephanie shouts: “Bessie, look out!” Suddenly Bessie trips on wires over the ground, and everyone stops in horror as the cakes fall off her arms. Luckily, Trixie slides to rescue, catching the cake.

“Oh my goodness... Thank you Trixie!” Stephanie helps her get the dirt off of Trixie’s peach suit, and they get the cake to its place safely. Milford finally returns, wearing his best orange suit, all ready to officiate the wedding. Stephanie sighs in relief as she sees everyone is there, and Pixel tells her the lights are all fixed, but then Stingy, grabbing the hem of his pale yellow suit aggressively, pipes up.

“Where are the rings? I can’t be the ring bearer without the rings!” Stephanie groans and sits down on the ground - still careful not to get her pretty, light pink dress dirty, though. She wraps her arms around herself, touching the lace sleeves, and whines: “I don’t know. I didn’t even think about the rings. I forgot all about them.”

Trixie kneels down next to Stephanie and puts her hand on her shoulder. “Hey, Pinky. There’s no need to stress out so much. Relax for a moment, everything’s under control.” Stephanie smiles at her. “Yeah... Thanks, Trixie. I really should calm down a little”, she chuckles. Trixie hugs her before helping her get back up. Pixel smiles, and states from his little light and sound booth: “You know, I think Sportacus should have the rings. It’s all under control.”

They all continue to put up the lights and decorations, putting some of the extra flowers in front of the billboard. Eventually, Robbie appears from his lair, wearing his white suit-dress with thin, purple stripes. He looks around, staring at the white, blue, and purple ribbons, the forget-me-nots, the purple penstemons, and the people doing finishing touches on everything.

“Hello.” Everyone suddenly turns to Robbie, surprised, and welcoming him with big smiles. “I like your dress”, Ziggy compliments, and Robbie nods with a smile. Stephanie grins at him: “I see you put on blue eyeshadow. For Sportacus perhaps?” “Maybe.”

“Ziggy, won’t you quickly run to Sportacus to get the rings? We’re a little busy here”, Stephanie asks. Ziggy nods and gets running right away. Robbie sighs as he sees everything’s pretty much ready.

Sportacus is already on ground level, sitting by his airship’s ladder, when Ziggy runs over to him. “Sportacus! We need the rings!” Sportacus smiles, taking the rings from his pocket and giving them to Ziggy. “Thank you... The ceremony’s about to begin soon. Are you nervous?” Sportacus shrugs: “A little. But mostly excited. I can’t wait to see Robbie.” Ziggy smiles. He looks back over to the billboard. “You should probably wait a little longer. Then we should all be ready.” Sportacus smiles: “I’ll be there soon.”

Ziggy comes back running to the others, and gives Stingy the shiny rings. “Mine...” Stephanie frowns, legitimately exhausted: “Stingy, please.” “Alright, alright...”

Everyone gets to their places; Bessie, Trixie, and Stingy sit down on a bench, Pixel gets into his booth, Milford goes to stand on the stairs in front of the billboard, and Robbie stands in front of him. Ziggy waits at the beginning of the aisle for Sportacus to arrive, while Stephanie gets her camera ready.

Robbie takes deep breaths, and Milford looks through his cheat sheet, while everyone else just waits excitedly. Soon enough, Sportacus arrives. He smiles wide as he sees the place all decorated. Once he’s done being amazed, Pixel starts playing a pretty song on his electric piano, and Ziggy starts walking down the aisle, throwing the flower petals. He even throws some on the people sitting on the benches, and Stephanie chuckles at that, taking adorable pictures.

Once Ziggy has gone to sit down, Sportacus starts walking down the aisle slowly. He smiles wide at Robbie, already getting a little teary eyed. Though Robbie makes him laugh, as he signals to Sportacus: “If you do even one backflip walking down that aisle, I’m pre-divorcing you.”

As Sportacus has arrived next to Robbie, Pixel stops the music, and Milford starts speaking. He gets a lot of his words messed up, and Robbie and Sportacus smile at each other. Robbie’s eyeshadow matches Sportacus’s suit’s baby blue accents and his eyes perfectly. “I love your dress”, Sportacus whispers. “I love the fact that you didn’t do any backflips walking down that aisle.”

“Uh, Stingy. Can we have the rings, please?” Milford asks, and Stingy brings the rings hesitantly. Robbie puts on Sportacus’s finger the shiny ring, with five jewels; two blue ones, and a purple one in the middle. On the other side of the ring, there are three words, eight letters, engraved in cursive. “I hate you.” In return, Sportacus puts on Robbie’s finger the ring with two purple jewels, and a blue one in the middle, and on the other side, engraved in cursive: “I love you too.”

“You may now kiss!” They smile at each other for a moment before jumping into a kiss, and everyone starts applauding. They break away from the kiss and grin at each other again. A tear rolls down Sportacus’s cheek, and Robbie laughs at him, even though he can’t deny there are tears in his eyes as well.

Robbie and Sportacus cut the sugarfree cake together, and Stephanie keeps taking pictures. The final decoration on the cake is edible flowers, and on the top a small model of the couple, made with Pixel’s 3D printer. It’s Sportacus doing a handstand, and Robbie standing next to him, facepalming.

After eating some cake, it already starts getting a little dark. Pixel turns on all the lights around the place, making it even more magical, and Stephanie runs over to Robbie and Sportacus. “Hey, guys. Should you maybe have you first dance as a married couple? I think it’s a pretty good moment.” Sportacus smiles and gets up, and so Robbie follows.

The kids run over to Pixel’s booth, and they all grab instruments from their hiding places. Suddenly the kids have formed a band, with Stingy as the lead vocalist, and Stephanie playing the piano with Pixel, while also being a background singer. Meanwhile, Ziggy and Trixie both play the drums. They all start playing together, and Sportacus and Robbie dance.

“I actually took some more dancing lessons from Stephanie”, Sportacus states quietly, as they start dancing slowly. “Of course you did. What would you even do without that dancing girl?” “I really don’t know. We wouldn’t even be married if it wasn’t for her.”

Robbie laughs: “What?” Sportacus smiles: “It’s true! She was the first one out of anybody to notice our feelings for each other. I think she noticed even before me. And she was the one who convinced me to tell you. And she helped me make that scrapbook I proposed with. And even at that point, I would’ve probably backed out if she wasn’t there to push me over to you - literally.”

Robbie chuckles: “You really would be lost without her.” “I would be lost without you.” Robbie smiles: “Yeah, you would. Who would even fix your airship for you?” Sportacus giggles and rests his forehead on Robbie’s shoulder.

After the dance, the kids, Milford, and Bessie get on the ‘dance floor’ as well, and Pixel starts playing the song he and Stephanie have recorded earlier. Robbie and Sportacus on the other hand sit by the lit up billboard, holding hands.

“How does it feel to be mister Rotten?” Robbie asks with a grin. Sportacus smiles: “It’s amazing. And you are the best husband ever.” Robbie gasps: “Woah, calm down! We’ve been married for less than 24 hours, no rash decisions!” Sportacus laughs and leans on Robbie.

They spend a moment in silence, watching the others dance. Robbie then whispers: “I love you.” Sportacus grins: “I hate you too.” Robbie rolls his eyes, and kisses Sportacus deeply and passionately. “If this is what it’s like, don’t ever stop hating me.”