I am (temporarily) back from the dead with a small thought! Consider: Nagito, as we all know, absolutely adores love and attention and affection and praise (even if he doesn’t think he deserves it), especially from you. So, imagine this sweetheart, already more than happy just to be with you, already even happier to be cuddling, snuggled up on your chest, absolutely melting when you gently, so so gently, run your fingers through his fluffy white hair, murmuring soft, sweet praises, quiet ‘I love you so much’, ‘I’m so proud of you’, ‘you’re so wonderful’. All of the attention, the affection, the praise and love, well, the poor guy can’t help but wonder if he’s died and gone to heaven. But no, he’s still very much here, very much alive, and very much loved. Honestly, he probably tears up a bit at moments like these, wondering how someone like him could possibly be so, so lucky—even his luck shouldn’t be good enough, not for this, not for you. But, as you always remind him, his luck has nothing to do with your love for him: you love him for the simple fact that he’s, well, him.
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Simply thinking about having a child with Nagito <3 Warning for pregnancy mentions, though this will probably be mostly fluff
You had been mulling the idea over for a while now. You wanted to absolutely, completely sure of what you wanted before you even considered bringing up the subject of children. After thinking and rethinking and thinking again for a third time, you had come to a decision. You and your beloved were more than well off (he did inherit his family’s fortune, after all, even if it was due to tragic circumstances) and after having dating for three years and been married for two, you were absolutely sure that Nagito was your one and only. You knew he’d be such a good father, too. I mean, with how much he adored you and loved doting on you, and how completely happy and at peace he seemed to be in a househusband role, how could he not? Yes, you were absolutely sure of your decision, but now you wanted—needed—to know what he wanted.
It was a beautiful Friday evening, the sun shining it’s amber rays through the window of your shared home. It was the tail end of fall, so the days had begun getting shorter and colder. The two of you sat in the living room, the fireplace crackling as you snuggled up, each reading your own books.
You loved times like this. You loved the fact that you could both be quietly doing your own thing, together, and the domesticity and intimacy of it all. You knew Nagito loved times like this, too: he had told you, in a warm and half asleep haze, that just being near you while you did your own thing, and knowing that you wanted to be near him too, made him feel like everything was right in the world.
You felt almost bad, breaking the peaceful quiet, but the comfort of everything right now was perfect at calming your nerves. Setting the book down, you quietly called his name.
“Hey, Nagito?”
“Hm?”
He hummed, letting you know he was listening, but didn’t quite set down his book yet.
“Can I ask you something really important?”
Now that had caught his attention. He slid a bookmark into place, hastily setting the book aside.
“Of course, my hope! You can always ask me anything.”
You stayed leaning against him, grabbing his hand and fiddling with his fingers. It was something that always brought you comfort, and it helped to ease his nerves a bit, too.
“It’s nothing bad,” you clarify, knowing how his mind had a tendency of running (and you were right, judging by how he instantly relaxed against you), “Just…wanted to know what you thought about something.”
He hummed again, waiting for you to continue. You kept quiet for a minute or two, trying to steel yourself.
“Just know that whatever you decide, I’m happy with it, okay? I don’t want you to make a choice because you think it’s what I want. Now more than ever, I really, really need you to be honest with me, Nagito. And if you need more time to think, that’s okay too! I know it’s a really important decision, and it’s something I need you to be absolutely sure about.”
“I will always, always be honest with you, my love, my one and only.”
You swallowed thickly, knowing that you had run out of things to distract yourself with. It was now or never.
“I just…I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and—and I want to know…what do you think about having kids? With me?”
Nagito all but freezes next to you. For a moment, you’re worried you’d done something wrong, even if the more rational part of you knows that talking about this was non-negotiable. Before you can try to—to do what? To backtrack? To explain yourself? You aren’t sure, but you don’t have to be, because in a fraction of a second, Nagito has turned his entire body to face you as he grips onto your hands for dear life. His breathing has sped up and he’s all but trembling, and he’s looking at you in a combination of adoration, reverence, disbelief, and hope.
“You—you want to have kids? With me? You’re sure? You’re absolutely sure? You’re really, completely positive that you—you want to make our little family bigger? My everything, are you sure?”
His voice is shaking and he’s shaking and he’s got tears welling up in his eyes as he’s staring at you with such intensity that it’s almost overwhelming.
“Nagito, I’m sure.”
He laughs once in disbelief, then again in realization, and suddenly he’s clinging on to you like you’re the only thing keeping him here. His head is buried in your shoulder and he’s crying, so much that it’s starting to soak your shirt.
“Nagito, are you okay?! It’s okay, my love, my heart, my philtatos, you don’t have to-!”
“No! No no no no no, I’m—I’m sorry, I’m just so—I’m just so happy, I—“
His reassurances are cut off as he continues to hold you and laugh joyously. He pulls away from you and grabs your hands again, holding them up between you. Even as his eyes are red from crying and tears still fall, he has the most radiant smile, almost like he did when you said you’d marry him.
“My hope, my love, my heart, my one and only, my sun and moon, my everything, there’s nothing in this world I want more than to love you and make our family bigger and—“ he paused to take a quick breath, pulling your hands closer to his chest and holding them there. “—I promise I’ll do anything for you, I’ll take such good care of you and our baby—“
The words seem to unlock something in him, because he’s crying again, barely grasping onto his composure. “Our baby, our baby, we’re going to have a baby! I can’t believe—you’re going to be such a wonderful mother, I just know it! I’ll do anything, everything I can—oh, they’re going to be so amazing, our baby—“
This time it’s you clinging onto him, hiding your face in his shoulder. You aren’t sure when you started crying or when you started grinning so widely it hurt your cheeks, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you’re so, so happy. Nagito is holding you close, and you can’t tell if the rapid heartbeat is yours or his (though realistically, it’s probably both of yours), and you stay like that for a few minutes, the silence filled by sniffles and the crackle of the fire.
You reluctantly pull away, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He presses his palms against them, and with the now setting sun casting beautiful purples and pinks behind him, the glow of the fire illuminating him, and his smile and the shine and love in his eyes, you can’t help but think how he’s the most beautiful person who would ever exist.
“I guess our little family is going to get a little bigger, huh?”
He sighs lovingly. “Our family…” He mutters dazedly.
You pull him closer for a kiss, one that shares so much love it’s almost a shame that history will never know it. As your sit there with your foreheads pressed together, you feel nothing but bliss for your future, knowing that no matter what life tries to throw at you, you’ll always have him, and he’ll always have you.
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Stupid Computer Shenanigans
Can you tell I like computers? Can you tell I'm autistic? I hope so!
Welcome back fuckers to this tumbly tumble dryer I claimed as my own. Today's garbage fire wonders if there's a difference between a tumble dryer and a normal dryer.
So a couple weeks ago, after putting an extra 4GB of sketchy eBay RAM into it, my 2007 no-name custom-ish PC I got for $6.25 from the thrift store was ready to exist a little better than 1GB of RAM. Because my autism desires stupid bullshit, I decided I must try to use it online. One problems, however: I haven't any ethernet to my room because I'm a bitch. Now, I could solve this with a USB WiFi adapter, but the computer hates it and refuses.
Instead of doing the sensible thing and giving up, I decided it needed to get stupider. I present to you: stupid computer shenanigans.
What you are witnessing is a short ethernet cable connecting the PC to a 2013 Dell business laptop to steal its internet for its own personal gain.
And it works!
They always say that, "if it works, it isn't stupid," but this is still stupid.
It was such a pain to get working. It's almost as if computers don't usually steal WiFi from a laptop running a different Windows version. It took quite a while of trying to setup networks on the PC and allowing it to take WiFi on the laptop. But, eventually, it connected.
Firefox no longer works with Windows 7, but thankfully I have an old version of Firefox from 2022 laying around and it works.
The experience was... not fast. It's almost like it's siphoning internet from a laptop through garbage nonsense and trying to render it with a Core 2 Duo and 5GB of DDR2-800 RAM. But hey, it worked! It was stupid, but it worked! Surprisingly, it wasn't the worst online experience I've ever had. Have you tried to use the internet on a 2DS or Wii U? No, of course you haven't! And if you have, shut up.
ok thats all thanks for coming to my me talk
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