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cold-neon-ocean · 2 years ago

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Unpopular opinion: deep down I always felt like bataar was actually ok with being a non bender and proud of what he could accomplish with no bending abilities/support. But I always love your take on TLOK series!!

BITES MY FIST I COULDN'T AGREE MORE!!!!!!!

I've always looked at him as actually not wanting bending and being fine that he doesn't have it because he takes a lot of pride in being able to do what he does without it. Would Engineering probably be easier with bending? Yeah. But can he still do it anyways without it? Sure can! And that definitely is a point of pride for him for sure, like he does with his bare hands what others need bending to do.

I interpret his anger coming from the fact that despite all that, he's still regarded as lesser than by society as a whole just for not having it regardless. Having bending is regarded as the fullest experience of living, and he hates that he's just automatically looked down on because he's a non-bender, because he KNOWS he can get by fine without it, but despite that he still gets over looked in favor of bending. That's why I found his relationship with Kuvira very meaningful because she's regarded as one of the most skilled benders in the whole franchise and yet she acknowledges and values his capabilities.

Like I imagine Baatar having this complex about bending where he vehemently insists he doesn't need it for things, even something like being healed by a water bender he would straight up reject because he doesn't wanna feel like he owes bending something in his life that he could do on his own without it. In his mind people like himself have been finding their own ways to do things since the beginning so there's no reason why he shouldn't be able to. Like building the kind of infrastructure and machinery he's been capable of without bending is no small feat for sure, but he just came from a family where bending was their whole identity and he no longer wants to be looked at like he's lesser than.

Also I've had a headcanon for a long time that Baatar has a general anxiety when surrounded by benders because he knows that just by default he has no means of defending himself that would come close to matching what benders are capable of. Like he doesn't really go places out in public if he doesn't have to, and even when escorted he's always got this thought in the back of his mind like "if any one of these people wanted to use bending to overpower me they could and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it" and that thought also just kinda adds to his spite because he doesn't want to be afraid like that either lol he's just fighting on all sides tbh that kinda lends itself to why I draw him the way I do, aka jacked, because 1. working out became his anger management, and 2. it's a sort of "at least I can bring myself as far as this" kind of mindset, because despite not having bending I do love the idea that he overcompensates a little by just being able to crush someone's ribcage alksdjf LOLOL someone needs to save this man from his own mind.

But anyway yes yes yes 100% I couldn't agree with you more!!!

#Ask Matsu #Baatar Jr.#LoK Thoughts #[ HIM SO ANGRY #just not for the reasons everyone thinks LOLOL #meanwhile Kuvira things his so cool like genuinely #Bolin probably does too #And Baatar is just 'finally someone agrees with me' KSJDFAS #but no for real he has a lot of complexes about a lot of things sobs #but he does have a lot of pride in what he is able to do #he just wants everyone else to acknowledge that just because he isn't a bender that doesn't disregard what he can and has accomplished #and wishes the world didn't automatically see him as the lesser human ]

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princessbrunette · 10 months ago

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daddy!johnb should have known there was a meltdown inbound from puppy!reader when she was being irritable with everyone. pup was always a ray of sunshine.

you’d been snappy with him towards the end of your day spent running about with the pogues, and when pulled up on it — your boyfriend pulling you to the back of the group walking back to the twinkie, a hand firmly on your lower back, as he mutters a low “hey, clip the attitude okay? this isn’t you.” you only responded with an agitated whine. maybe that’s when he should have checked in.

you explode in the twinkie not twenty minutes later after some more tsking from your boyfriend, pushing him away suddenly and raising your voice in the back of the car where he sat with you, luckily letting pope drive the crew home this time. “theres too much noise and i’m cold and wet and tired!” you erupt, shoving at him in the backseat, loud enough to earn an awkward side eye from kiara in the seat directly infront.

“alright, okay, hey — look at me.” the older boy croons, gripping you until you still in his grasp, letting out a few agitated sobs into his chest. he sighs, eyes all soft and sad that you’d probably feel guilty about if you saw. reluctantly, you claw your way out to look up at him urgently, like you were desperate for some answers. he melts.

meanwhile, sensing your little meltdown in the backseat the group get a little quieter out of respect— jj turning the radio up just a little bit to create a wall between the chatter and the two of you. you relax just a little bit in his grip.

“no need to freak out on me, okay?” his eyes are wide and yours are teary, breathing all heavy. he notices, placing a warm palm on your chest. “first of all, we’re gonna breathe.”

you follow his instructions — in and out, until your breathing pattern is somewhat regulated. he doesn’t take his eyes off you the whole time, john b was good like that. eye contact was his forte.

“okay, next problem. hit me.” he shrugs one shoulder and you shrink a little. “use your words, sweetheart. daddy’s listening, i just wanna help.”

“my clothes are wet.” you verbalise and he nods proudly before holding up a finger and lurching over the backseat to reach for one of his spare shirts he keeps in there for his days spent on the road. showing you, he then pulls it over your head and helps you take off your damp blue crop top beneath, tossing it into the back. he unclips your bikini top too, throwing it with the shirt whilst maintaining your dignity.

you sit, slumped and sleepy — looking a lot more comfortable and he guides your cheek with his finger to look at him once more.

“hey, what else?” he urges and you blink. before you can respond, you yawn. “okay.” he nods.

pulling you onto his lap in the backseat, john b stretches out as best as he could— rubbing your back up and down and leaning his lips down to your ear.

“so we got roughly… one hour left of this journey? i want you to take a nap. right here, bubba.” he holds you tightly, and you can’t help let out a few relieved sniffles— the long day having caught up to you big time. he was so attentive, it made you wonder what you did to deserve it. “i know sweet girl. everybody has days like these, okay?”

“even you daddy?” you rasp tiredly.

“oh yeah. especially me. big time.” he jests, before rocking you lightly to sleep in the quiet van.

#daddy!johnb #john b prompt #john pork prompt #puppy!reader #tw daddy kink

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enwoso · 2 days ago

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weight of the world | part two

alessia russo x baby!reader

-> based on this request | includes some upsetting themes throughout so read with caution.

grumpy masterlist | part one here

the phone rang twice before carol answered, a breathless. "hello?"

"hi, carol, it's ella," ella said quickly, her voice shaking. "i—i'm sorry to call so late. i- i just didn't know what else to do."

there was a beat of silence. carol's voice softened instantly as if she already knew. "it it alessia?"

ella swallowed hard. "yeah."

carol's tone sharpened a little, worry laced in her tone. "what's happened?"

"nothing—no, wait- it's not nothing—i just..." ella rubbed her hand over her face, forcing herself to say it. "it's not nothing actually. alessia's not okay, carol. she's— i don't think she's eating, or sleeping properly, she's snapping at everyone, she looks so tired and she keeps saying she's fine but it's so clear she's not. she's not even close."

carol didn't say anything for a second. ella could hear the faint sound of the to playing in the background along with the clink of a mug being set down.

it was home. it was safe. meanwhile alessia was out there drowning.

"i-i've tried to talk to her," ella whispered. "but she's- she just... she pushed me away. she's trying so hard to hold everything together and it's like she thinks asking for help makes her a bad mum."

carols breath hitched so faintly that ella almost missed it. "my poor girl," carol murmured. "you've done the right thing calling me, love. thank you."

"i didn't want to betray her, but i just—" ella broke off, tears stinging her eyes. "i just don't know how to help anymore."

"you have helped ella, you always do even if alessia's not always appreciative of it," carol said firmly. "but now it's my turn."

a pause. "i'll get the train up, i'll be there tomorrow morning."

ella exhaled, a sob catching in her throat. "thank you, carol."

"no thank you for loving her enough to fight for her when she couldn't fight for herself." the call ended, the silence thick with unspoken fear. and for the first time since you'd been born, ella felt the tiniest spark of hope.

⸻

the next morning, carol was already on a train from kent, sitting rigidly upright, the seat vibrating as it raced along the tracks beneath her, heart pounding so hard it hurt.

her fingers twisted together in her lap, and no matter how many deep breaths she tried to take, none of them reached past the fear lodged tight in her chest.

every mile closer to manchester, the worse the storm inside her grew.

when she finally made it to alessia's front door, she hesitated only a second before knocking — a firm, deliberate sound that echoed down the quiet street.

it took too long for the door to open.

when it finally swung inward, alessia stood there with you glued to her hip still asleep, alessia blinking blearily, like she had been woken from a half-sleep.

"mum?" alessia rasped, her voice hoarse from exhaustion—or maybe from crying, or both.

carol smiled tightly. "hello, darling." alessia just stared at her mum for a beat, confusion flashing across her face.

"mum, what are you doing here?" alessia said, forcing a brittle little laugh that cracked apart before it even fully formed. "i didn't—"

"ella called me," carol said gently, her voice even but not apologetic. "she's said she was worried about you. and,, now... so am i."

immediately, alessia's entire body tensed. her free hand that had been resting on the edge of the door curled into a tight fist at her side. alessia's mouth twisting into something ugly and defensive before she could stop herself.

"of course she did," alessia muttered bitterly under her breath. of course ella thought she couldn't handle it. of course everyone thought she was weak.

"well i’m sorry but you've wasted a journey here, i'm fine, mum," alessia said louder now, her voice snapping like brittle glass as if she was trying to convince herself more than her mum. "i don't need anyone swooping in like i'm some—some charity case."

carol stepped calmly into the narrow hallway of her apartment, ignoring the stiffness in alessia's shoulders.

"i'm not here because i think you're broken, less," carol said softly. "i'm here because i love you. and you look like you're drowning, like you need a bit of support."

"i'm not! i- i don't." alessia snapped, the words flying out, too sharp, too desperate. "i'm coping just fine! i'm training fine, lovie is fine and healthy, i'm paying the bills, keeping the house—"

but alessia's voice cracked mid-sentence. "i don't need help," alessia said again, quieter now, but no less fierce. "i can't need help."

the way alessia said it made her mum's heart twist painfully — like needing help would be a failure so deep alessia couldn't even bear to name it.

carol didn't argue. she didn't push. she just stood there, steady, quiet, a safe harbour waiting for the storm to burn itself out.

"you're allowed to need help, alessia," carol said after a long pause, her voice just above a whisper. "you're still strong. you're still y/n's mum. you're still you. just... tired. that's all. there's been a lot of changes for you in the past few months."

alessia shook her head violently, eyes shining, but she didn't move away. she stood there frozen, you fussing lightly against her chest, and for a moment, carol saw the full weight of it—how close alessia actually was to shattering.

slowly, carol opened her arms. and alessia stood stiffly for a second longer, jaw clenched, fighting it with everything she had—fighting the weakness, the vulnerability, the terror of letting go—

—and then, finally, she stumbled forward into her own mother's arms, her whole body trembling with the effort of holding herself together.

carol wrapping alessia up carefully, one hand cradling you between them, the other bracing alessia's shaking back.

"you're not failing, darling," carol murmured into her hair. "you're just human and you don't have to do this all by yourself anymore."

alessia didn't reply. her arms instead came up shakily to clutch at carol's coat, and though she stayed stiff and tense for a long, long moment, eventually her head tipped forward, resting against her mother's shoulder.

not surrendering. just... allowing. allowing herself, for the first time in a few weeks, to not be alone.

but within the first day, alessia barely let her mum help. alessia didn't shout. but her voice was always just one decibel too sharp.

like glass stretched too thin, seconds from splintering.

"no mum, i said i've got it," alessia hissed when carol reached out for your bottle. you were screaming, red-faced and writhing in alessia's arms. your little legs kicked as alessia juggled the formula with trembling fingers. carol's hands hovered instinctively.

"i'm just trying to—"

"i said i've got it!" alessia's voice cracked mid-sentence, fraying around the edges.

alessia screwed the bottle lid on too tight. shoot the bottle too hard. spilled it anyway. your cries kept going, louder now, sharper. a crescendo of sound that made alessia’s whole body stiffen.

carol didn't flinch. but inside, alessia was already bleeding. her mum watched alessia cradle you against her chest, one hand pressed to her temple like alessia was trying to hold her skull together.

there were deep dark circles beneath her eyes. alessia's skin, pale and waxen, hung over her cheekbones like it didn't fit anymore. alessia's hands, so used to the delicate touch of a football—twitched now with nerves she couldn't suppress.

when you finally took the bottle, alessia's shoulders dropped—but only slightly. relief never came. just the next thing. always the next thing.

carol tried again after lunch. "why don't you rest for a bit? have a nap, time to yourself. i'll keep an eye on her."

"i am resting," alessia muttered as she began scrubbing a perfectly clean counter. alessia hadn't touched the soup her mum made. instead just moved the spoon around for twenty minutes and pretended to chew.

"but you've been on your feet all day."

"i don't need a break. i'm fine." the words came out like barbed wire—sharp, defensive, tired of being questioned.

carol said nothing, she knew nothing she could say would change alessia's mind, alessia needed to make the realisation herself. so instead she watched as alessia started scrubbing harder, her hands red-raw from overwashing, her movements tight with fury. or fear. maybe both.

later on the day, carol began to fold some of baby clothes which had been lying around in the laundry basket. trying to do something small. something helpful.

"i keep her sleep suits in the top drawer," alessia said from across the room, her voice too calm. too clipped.

carol paused. "sorry, less, i-"

"and then her vests go underneath. no- that's not where they go." there was venom in it. but no heat. just cold exhaustion.

carol slowly laid the folded onesie down. alessia snatching it up the second her mum turned her back and refolded it, perfectly square, as if her whole sanity depended on it.

and maybe it did.

that same night, carol sat at the edge of the bed in the spare room, staring at the dark. she could hear you fussing through the thin wall. could hear alessia pacing around again. over and over.

floorboards creaking like clockwork. alessia's footsteps, heavy and urgent. alessia hadn't stopped moving all day.

hadn't sat still long enough to breathe. cause if she sat down—if she stopped even just for a second—maybe it would all catch up to her. maybe the weight of it would bury her alive.

carol brought a hand to her chest, where her heart ached in the kind of deep, maternal way that didn't come with instruction manuals or easy fixes. she as watching her daughter disappear in real time, and there was nothing she could do but wait. wait and stay.

as what alessia was fighting wasn't just tiredness.

it was guilt. shame. a bone-deep fear that she wasn't enough. that she was failing you, her baby.

that if alessia didn't do everything perfectly, something terrible would happen—and it would be her fault.

that was the real cruelty of postnatal depression. it didn't scream. it whispered. it told her that she wasn't a good mum. that her baby deserved better. that she was just holding on—only because no one had noticed yet that she wasn't capable.

and alessia had always been capable. on the pitch. in life. everyone expected it from her. even now.

but carol knew better. her daughter was breaking—quietly, invisibly, in plain sight. and she just prayed that tomorrow... the mask might slip enough for her to reach her. because carol could survive being pushed away.

but carol didn't know if alessia could survive being left alone in this.

—

by the second day, it all fell apart.

carol had noticed the signs earlier that morning—the way alessia didn't meet her eyes, how her hands trembled even when you weren't in them, how alessia stood at the sink long after the bottle was washed, just staring down the drain like it might swallow her whole.

but her mum didn't ask questions. she just waited. waited for the moment alessia couldn't carry it anymore as it was bound to come sooner or later.

it came mid-afternoon. the house was too quiet. no television on in the background. no soft lullabies from the speaker that sat on the shelf in your room. just silence. dense and suffocating.

carol moved quietly down the hall. the nursery door was open. and there she was.

alessia, curled on the floor in the corner of the room, her knees drawn up, you tucked on her chest, wrapped in a blanket which had started to unravel.

alessia was rocking her. but not gently. it was a little erratic—almost desperate—like she was trying to calm herself as much as she was you..

alessia's lips were moving rapidly, her voice cracked and uneven. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry."

over and over. each repetition cut deeper than the last. alessia's body shuddered with it. not just exhaustion—no, this was grief. guilt. panic.

a mother apologising to a baby who didn't yet understand what pain was. but alessia did. and she carried it like it was stitched onto her skin.

carol dropped to her knees beside her, her hands trembling as she reached out. "shh, baby. shh," carol whispered, and she didn't know if she was talking to alessia or you. maybe both.

carol wrapped her arms around the alessia and you—her grown daughter and her tiny granddaughter—and held them like she used to when alessia was four years old and crying over scraped knees she'd gotten while playing football with her two older brothers.

but this was so much worse.

"i don't know what i'm doing," alessia choked, her voice hoarse and hollow.

"i can't sleep. i can't think. i feel like i'm failing every second—every time she cries, i feel like i'm doing something wrong. i don't know what she wants. i don't know what she needs. and then—then i look at her and i just... i love her so much it hurts. but I'm terrified, mum. terrified i'm gonna ruin her. that i already have."

alessia hiccupped through a sob, clutching you tighter, her grip almost too strong, like letting go would break your tiny body into tiny pieces.

"what if i fall asleep and sh-she stops breathing? what if i don't hear her? what if she hates me when she's older and knows how fucked up i was?"

alessia's voice cracked on the word hate. it came out like a wound.

carol's own breath hitched. tears burned behind her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. because this wasn't about her pain. this was about the little girl in her arms who had grown up into a woman that the world expected to be so strong, so capable, so perfect—and who was now drowning beneath that impossible weight of everything.

"oh, alessia," carol murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair, damp with sweat and tears. "this isn't your fault. none of this is. this is postnatal depression, lessi. your body... your brain... it's in a funny place at this minute like it's lying to you. making you think you're not enough when you're already doing everything you can."

"but i'm not enough," alessia whispered, broken. "she deserves more. a mum who doesn't cry every day. who doesn't stare at the wall and forget what day it is. i haven't showered in three days, mum. i scream into my pillow just to stop myself screaming out loud. and then—" alessia wallowed hard. "i yelled at ella. she tried to help and i pushed her away. i pushed everyone away."

carol's hand cradled the back of alessia's head as she sobbed into her mum's shoulder, hot tears soaking through the fabric of her jumper.

"then maybe it's time to say sorry," carol said gently. "say sorry, and forgive yourself too, darling. you're not a bad mum. you're a tired one. you're human. and the people who love you? they aren't keeping score. they just want you back. the real you. not the one who's trying to do it all without asking for help."

alessia nodded, barely, her body still wracked with shaking sobs. she clung to her mum like she was afraid she'd disappear if she let go.

still shaking. still exhausted. still cracked wide open. but for the first time in weeks, she wasn't pretending.

for the first time in weeks, someone was holding her—and she wasn't apologising for needing it.

"okay," alessia whispered, the word thin and raw, but real.

and in that fragile, aching moment, something inside her shifted.

not fixed. not healed. not yet. but no longer alone. and that was a start.

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xxstylefntsyxx · 3 months ago

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Daisuke Darling, You're My Bestfriend

A/N: Part 2, Yall a lot has been going on Jesus if I had a close friends I'd tell yall but just know I'm back for good and I'm sorry to stray! Now yall been clawing up the doors for this one so... TADAAAAAA!!!

Themes: NSFW, Fluff and Admitting feelings *sorry it took so long*

Bestfriend!Daisuke

Who's been pondering his feelings after that day and has been super awkward. You took notice and wondered if you did something that made him this way. Lots of are you okays and are you sures'; you just couldn't put your finger on it, and he was just being a major blocker about it. So you dropped it for some weeks, still worried about him, though.

Meanwhile, this boy was fighting the demons of hell. Your touch is too good for him now, and he felt so unworthy of your smile. He wanted to crumble and sob to you about how he got off with just the smell of you and that he was just wanting to hold you and touch you and! And!

"Daisuke! Pay attention!" Swansea yelled. He slipped up and fell off the small ladder, hitting his ass. "Ow!" He yelped. Swansea rolled his eyes, "Keep your head out yer' ass and keep going! You're not done!" He said, pointing back to a piece of the air shaft he told him to fix.

"Ah shit sorry! It just- like, have you ever been in love like super hard?" He asked. He wiped his knees and checked his ass for any dust. Swansea huffed, "Kid, I have a wife. Of course I've been in fuckin' love before! What do ya' want!?"

Daisuke set down the flame tool and leveled himself with Swansea, "I fell in love with my best friend. Look I'm not asking for a coach, I'm asking for a...dad."

Swansea stopped in his tracks. His face once was angry, and now was sullen and stern. He walked towards him, with his fist clenched around a singular wrench, "Look... I- what do you want to know? I'll tell you, but then you're back to work! Got it?"

Daisuke nodded happily, "Girls are complicated, and I recently found myself liking her. But like I don't know how to tell her."

Swansea grunted, "Son, you're grown. Other girls like her are a flirt away."

"But not like her! She's so nice to me and kind and comforting, and I love her smile. She makes me giggle, and I don't mind getting in trouble with her if it means that I can be with her every single day." He said, thinking about you and sighing in love. Swansea could almost see the hearts in his eyes as he thought about you.

Swansea let a little chuckle out, "Alright son, I see it, I see it. You're in love like I was. I asked my pops for the same advice and he told me the same thing. Guess I thought it would be okay to tell you too. I see you need Swansea Advice, not my dads..."

"Look, I'll be honest. Women are complex creatures that work on scales a bit higher than ours. Course being in love comes easier to them than to us. We wanna bawl up or just flirt it off our shoulders. But then she gives you those eyes of love, that touch that makes you feel alright. She gives you feelings that - yeah, I'd follow her. If that's the one, then you go to her and you tell her. Don't just wait. Never wait cause when you don't see her again, you'll wish you did."

Bestfriend?Daisuke

He pondered about what to do for weeks. He decided he'd own up and tell you! Fuck how everyone else feels. He was sick of the constant running and hiding! You're that girl who can only come once in a life! Its only a matter of time before their back off this dump, and he never sees you again.

"Hell yeah! Fuck it! Time to find her and-"

"RUN!" He heard you yell from down the hall. He squinted hard to see what was behind you. As you got closer, so did the figure.

"What the-"

before he finished, you grabbed him. Then he realized, "Holy shit! Is that Jimmy!?"

He didn't have time before you were whisking him along with you. "Y/N! What did you do!?" He yelled. You laughed loudly, "Fuck that bitch! He yelled at me, so I tipped his coffee, and it fell on his feet! It burned him, and now he wants to kill me... and you because I involved you."

(Insert that meme of the dog with its eyes closed, poor daisuke)

You two ran around a corner before stopping and sliding into a small room. You hushed him until you couldn't hear jimmy. "It was a good prank! I fucking got em'" You were giggling and laughing quietly under the darkness of the room and not noticing just how close you and daisuke was.

Bestfriend?Daisuke

Freak out? Now? Yes.

Shit! This isn't how he wanted to admit his feelings to you. Not in a- what the fuck is this!?

The space was too close, and he only had enough room to slightly move away, but you were pressed against him like a sandwich. He didn't understand what this room was for, but whatever it was for, it wasn't - He felt around, and then he sucked his teeth, sighing. It's a closet for the brooms... why the fucking closet room for the brooms of all places!?

When you were done, you turned somewhat around to face him. "What's wrong, Dai? Are you okay? We can find another hiding space!"

You were almost if it wasn't for the little bit of space granted from moving the brooms close to his chest. He breathed out a, "No! No, please, I'm just... really close to you, don't you think?"

He was flushed out. You were so sexy right there. So cute. He has to tell you, has to tell you how he feels. Before, he never sees this sexy beiw ever again, unless in his dreams. Or his horny flustered events in his room.

You pondered, "What's up with you? Afraid I'll give you cooties? Dick."

Your face turned sour, but he shook his head. "NO! please, no, that's not it! I swear!" He was stammering. You pressed closer, chest entirely too close to his, "Then what is it!?"

"I- I-!"

Bestfriend?Daisuke

"Y/N! Fuck man I've been holding this for weeks okay! I like you! When you're close, you make me feel flustered and very confused, and I don't know if it's cause I like you or if I like you! I've even taken asking Swansea! I'm crazy! I know, but i-"

He stopped. Fuck, he just spilled like a can of beans to you. Poor daisuke, never could keep to himself. You were happy he did it first. Cause now you could tease him for being the loud mouth. Since he likes to call you one.

His face was a deep shade of red. He let go of your hands and wiped them off on his shirt. You did the same because he sweated so bad. "Well, now we know who the real loud mouth is." You tempted, still processing everything.

Even though you felt the same for the past weeks, his offness and blushing got to you. It made you slightly frustrated because of how cute he looked. Made you mad someone so handsome could look so cute when he was in love. But you weren't gonna admit it first. You just couldn't wait anymore.

"Dude, I like you. What's up?" He whispered. You jolted from thought, "Uh! I- I mean, yeah, me too!"

"That sounds so unconvincing!" He half yelled.

You scrunched your nose, "At least I don't sound like a fucking baby! Oh! Y/NN! I likeee youuu! Mwah mwah mwah!" You made fun of him. He scrunched his nose back at you.

He pinched your leg, which made you yelp and hit him. You and him caused a bit of noise, fussing and yelling. You hit his shoulder, and he pushed back against the broom, which scuffed against the floor.

"Ow! You pinch me one more time Daisuke! And I'll-!"

*Eeerrrrrrkkk!*

"You two are in... SO much fucking trouble."

Shit...

"Jimmy." You two said in unison.

UPGRADE LVL.1

Boyfriend!Daisuke

You two went to work, scrubbing and cleaning the walls of the tulper until Curly felt tired. That's what Jimmy said-

"I don't want you two to stop until curly walks down these halls to his room to sleep! Even then, you will clean behind him before you even think of escaping. Shitty brat, I should end your fucking life! And you! Daisuke!" He pointed at poor daisuke on his knees, shirt wrapped around his waist, crying and sniffling.

One thing you know about daisuke is that he hates cleaning even when Swansea makes him. Cries like a little bitch. Spoiled kid indeed. You've occasionally heard him whine and cry while Swansea yelled at him to clean his tools until they shine. Poor thing shaking and crying over tools, snot and drool I mean the whole diva works.

Looked like he went through the worst heartbreak ever when, it's just a snobby boy who never cleaned a dish a day in his life, but will climb in a capsule and fix whatever an old fart tells him to.

Choosy snobby fuck.

"I'm sorryyyy!" Here he was again. Poor daisuke, apologizing for something he didn't even fucking do and crying at the fact that he had to clean. Jimmy berated him, causing him to bend down and wipe his tears off the metal floor, sloppily and half-assed.

You were wiping some of the windows, looking out at the galaxy. You felt a hand around your neck, two quick squeezes, "I'll end you. Don't ever fuck with me!"

You winced but mustered a bastard smile, "Polle says-"

Jimmy growled, "Shut up!" His face was red.

Earning a sniffled snort from daisuke. Jimmy turned around and daisuke went back to sniffling and wiping the same spot.

"YOURE NOT EVEN CLEANING SHIT!" He yelled.

"Polle says-"

"Y/N!"

After doing Jimmy's dauntless task, you two were tired. Yes, but now you two had each other.

Boyfriend!Daisuke

You two were now sitting in his room, cuddled up, talking the day away. He asked you questions about your life at home, and you told him more than he already knew. That comfort you once felt was now filled. His laughter, his sadness, and loving nature showed straight. Why didn't you think of dating your best friend anytime sooner?

Boyfriend!Daisuke

(Alright, I'm tired of the slow jams. We've established it... let's get dirty bitches.)

He turns the music high enough to drown you guys out. You two had fallen into kissing long into your 'Hangout.' He just wanted to make sure their was ambiance so that it could cover up what he was gonna do to you.

"You sure? You can tell me to stop anytime, you know?" He asked you in a low voice. You were breathless, jumpsuit opened, and shirt pulled up. He trailed hickeys down your neck and your collar. You were breathing heavily and nodding, pulling him closer for another heated kiss. He unzipped the rest of your suit to slip his hand underneath it.

Trailing over your cold thighs, he found the lace of your panties, groaning into the kiss. You gasped, swallowed by his tongue and mouth. Lightly his fingers danced over the fabric, warm with your slick and cunt. "Fuck you're hot." He moaned.

He pulled back, and you could see the hardon growing desperately hard in his shorts. "You wanna take it off for me? Give me a show?" He asked with a smirk. You were a bit dizzy from the kissing. Surprisingly, he was good at what he did.

You slowly started stripping, giving him a run for his money. You rubbed your clothed ass, shaking it slightly.

"You're so beautiful~ I never thought I'd see this view ever." He whipsered. Your face felt hot from his words. You turned around now in a shirt and underwear. Straddling his legs, he bounced them slightly., "You're really fucking pretty." Kissing the middle of your collar bone, making his way up with kisses to your neck.

You were moaning, rolling your hips in his firm hands. You gripped his hair when his teeth fond a peice of your neck to bite. He flipped you over on your back, kissing you cheek before winking, "Be back!"

You didn't know what that meant. Like, was he leaving the room? His face slowly disappeared, along with the feeling of your panties sliding down.

"See if I remember what I'm doing... tap me if you need to breathe♡"

Boyfriend!Daisuke

Oh lord, that's what he meant. Shaking and moaning, he was working your cunt skillfully. Licking long prideful wet stripes up your folds. He circled your clit, sucking it slowly, earning whines from your jolting body. His hands found purchase in your thighs. Crescent moons left angry marks as he held you down with your legs on either side of his head.

"Dai- It's too! Much, fuck! Please!" You whined, trying to remove him. The tufts of his soft hair were delicious. Almost made you cum again, this would be the fifth or sixth? Who cared, it felt so good. Too good. Like crying good, stars in the eyes, you were overstimulated.

You tapped his veiny hand, and with that, he released you. He was panting, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

No shirt on, body glistening, eyes low with lust and plush lips wet with your juices. He looked so damn good. "I... want you. In me, okay?" You said breathless.

PART THREE IMMEDIATELY I RAN OUT OF WRDS!?

#daisuke x reader #daisuke mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #jimvolotiledysfunctionmentioned #swansea mouthwashing #swansea being a dad?#post crash curly #postcrashdaisuke #postmouthwahing #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing

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chimerical-daydreams · 7 months ago

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Will Loop ever tell or will there be a Plot that makes the King know who he could have been? Makes everyone else know his alternate history? Where is Loop from? In the end, I don't think they'll ever volunteer

Elaborating on my answers to a similar question, Loop is absolutely not telling anyone by their own will.

they are halfway decent at keeping their mask up while sif is around, but. uh. its starts to wear down after a while. they slip up and mention things they shouldn't, start acting kind of weird all of a sudden, and then Something happens (i havent decided what exactly what, but I have a list of options), and they just Fully Lose Their Shit. act 6 secret bossfight style. the truth abou loop comes out in a explosive manner, and they're fully ready to just Exile Themselves Forever or to just. Die. but as always, their family welcomes them back with open arms and a new understanding of them as a person.

But, as time goes by, and they find more of their family, it gets harder and harder to hide that they Know something that everyone else does not. By the time they cave and get Siffrin into the group, everyone is at least aware that Something is up, but no one is sure what, as Loop always finds a way to deflect if they ask about their past.

(Nille's theory is that their transformation into a star was physically destructive, and that it killed their family that was in the vicinity, and they haven't forgiven themselves for it. Odile's is that they have some kind of foresight or other impossible source of knowledge, and that they're calloused from knowing the death of those around them).

Much closer at the end of their travel, while the party is taking a stop in a small town, King goes off by himself, and Loop follows behind. They find him at the foot of the tallest tree, carefully sorting through the leaves. When he perks up, one shiny leaf in hand, Loop understands what he's doing. This is a Favor Tree. He's going to make a wish. They cannot, under any circumstances, let that happen.

Loop snap forward, grabbing the King by his forearm, and asking him what he thinks he's doing. A bit shaken by their sudden appearance, he explains that he wanted to make a wish, that their journey is coming to an end, and he wanted everything to go right on this last stretch of the way. They won't allow it, they can't. He asks why? What's wrong with what he's doing, and they just wish he'd just understand why-

King slumps forward, unconscious. Loop catches him. Oh no, that wasn't what they wanted, that's not what they meant, why did they have to phrase it like that, please oh no no no-

Meanwhile, the King is having a Very Bad Time, his mind sent to go meet the other version of himself. He, of course, gets frozen in time, forced to watch as a band of very familiar faces go against the monster that wears his face. They all fall before him in one fell swoop and all he can do is watch in horror as Vaugarde succumbs to static, only broken by the sound of sobbing from his other self.

Loop is pacing back and forth under the Favor Tree when the King wakes up, hyperventilating and clearly scared. They sit next to him, and after he calms down enough to talk, explains what he saw. Loop winces at the recollection. When he finishes, after a moment of silence, they ask if now he understands why they don't trust him around wishes. He says yes. They linger under the tree, embracing the quiet for now.

#it never happens au #isat au #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat king #isat the king #king isat #the king isat #pre wish king #loop isat #isat loop #writing is hard :(#after This loops mask kind of falls apart piece by piece #and they can no longer hide who they are #and what they were #but thats for another time :)

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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Hiiiii, I have a request for the newly arrived Indigo Disk-

A really happy ending for Kiki where after the whole DLC, he then starts to make amends with the BB Elite 4, his sister and protag which eventually gains him Ogerpon's recognition, prompting her to wanna go with him as an extra treat after all his angst (quq)

Yessss we gotta give him the happy end he deserves <3

.........

Setting up a small picnic within the Terarium, you brought your current Pokémon team out to play, deciding to take in the beautiful coastal biome and its warmth.

Even though you knew it was all artificial, it didn't make much of a difference to your companions. They happily frolicked in the sand and grass, although some opted to take a nap under the sun after a hard day of battling.

Meanwhile, you were fixing up a sandwich for everyone to share, deciding to add a little bit of spice to it (at Crispin's suggestion, of course). You didn't want it to be too flaming-hot for your Pokémon--or at least none that were fire types who could handle the heat.

However one in particular just seemed to be hungry for anything, as upon hearing a crystalline trill, you looked down to see Terapagos at your feet. It was gently pawing on your leg, eyes sparkling as it wondered what you were cooking up.

"Hey, little guy." You cooed, reaching down to pat its head before you scooped it up, allowing it to climb into your lap. "Smells tasty, huh? I bet you're super hungry after sleeping all those years."

It only responded with another happy trill, and you just sighed.

Who would've known this would be the legendary "Hidden Treasure" of Area Zero Heath and [Turo/Sada] sought after, the creator of the Terastal Phenomenon...

And the Pokémon that put up one hell of a fight against you, Carmine, and Kieran?

Speaking of whom...

It's been roughly a month since those events down in the Underdepths, and for the most part things have been looking up for both you and him. You were just happy to see that spark return to his eyes...

The spark he had once lost...mainly because of you.

Part of you would always remain guilty over unknowingly setting him down such a dark path--obsessing over defeating you in battle to the point where he didn't care who got hurt in the process.

He didn't wanna be that weak little kid you kept beating back in Kitakami anymore, always bragging about how much he's changed and demanding you to never hold back.

But after being humbled in front of the entire school, he was willing to do anything to have at least one victory against you.

Even if it meant utilizing a dangerous legendary Pokémon he had little understanding of....

He tried to control it, and as punishment it attacked him directly.

Arceus only knows what could've happened if your 'raidon didn't absorb the blast in time, and that selfless act made him feel all the more guilty for the way he acted towards you.

He idolized you, hated you, and yet.....you saved his life when you could have just saved yourself, his sister, and Briar instead.

He cried like a baby the whole way home, overwhelmed by everything that's happened from last year up to now, yet you comforted him and didn't tease him once.

After returning to Unova, he made a promise to fix things between you and everyone else he hurt, finally letting go of his envy and deciding to start fresh with you. His request to be your friend again had you laughing, much to his confusion..and a little worried you were making fun of him.

Then he almost sobbed after you explained that you've never considered him an enemy at all.

Despite everything, you never stopped seeing him as a friend.

Sometime later you went home to Paldea, although not without exchanging rotomphone information with him so you could have more chats.

Yep. Kieran finally got his own phone, but being from the countryside made him only somewhat familiar with the basics. You and Carmine helped him with that, of course. He loved the camera function and would often send you photos of his Hydrapple doing something cute.

They're mostly blurry, but he's getting the hang of it.

You eventually went back to the BB Academy to further your studies of the biomes, and winded up taking a small picnic break within the Terarium. No rules said you couldn't, and Drayton did insist that you didn't overwork yourself...

Which is funny coming from the guy who had to repeat classes, although you took his advice.

"Roto-to-to-to~"

Your eyes lit up as you received an incoming call from Kieran, and you greeted him with a smile, waving. "Kiki! How's it going?"

"Hey, [y/n]." He smiled back, and then he blinked upon realizing how familiar the background behind you was. "Wait..you're back in Unova? In the Terarium?"

"Uh..yeah! I was gonna surprise you, but I guess it's too late for that now." You awkwardly chuckled. "How are things going with the League?"

"Better than..I thought, actually." He sat back in his chair, tying his hair up. "Drayton and I are finally on speaking terms again."

"Oh that's great!"

"Mhm. We both felt kinda bad about how we treated each other with the whole "ex-champion" thing...said some stuff we didn't mean. Last week we were avoiding each other, and now we're having casual Pokémon battles to ease the tension between us."

"I'm glad to hear that." You nodded, taking a bite out of your sandwich.

"I..really do owe you one for bringing the club back together. I've been so bitter and didn't realize how much it was hurting Lacey and the others...not to mention how many people I wrongfully kicked out. I promise I'm gonna get all of them back into the club. I swear."

"I fully believe you. Just don't run yourself dry trying to patch up everything with everyone, okay?"

Kieran nodded in understanding, although he suddenly went quiet. You wondered why until you realized he could see Terapagos, who was currently climbing onto the table trying to get some lettuce.

"Heyyyy that's not for you, you little scamp." Teasingly, you scooped it up again, keeping a gentle grip on its belly and shell before you looked back at your friend, bashful. "Don't mind Terapagos. It's always hungry."

"I see." He chuckled. "You've been taking care of it well?"

"Yep, but have you been taking care of yourself, too?"

"...yeah." He muttered. "Carmine's been getting on my case about properly eating and sleeping again. Don't tell her this, but I appreciate it more than she realizes. And..I'll admit I was turning into a jerk like she used to be, and that's not something I want..."

"Well sounds like you're doing much better now..don't beat yourself up over it." You reassured him.

His shoulders relaxed. "I'm..trying not to....so [y/n], do you think we could meet up in person? Like at your dorm? I...feel like we haven't talked face-to-face in a while."

"Sure! I got nothing planned later so....see you in a few hours?"

"Sounds good." He smiled. "See ya."

The call ended as your rotomphone dropped back onto the table. You picked it up and stared at the case, feeling giddy about seeing him again after so long.

And to think when you first arrived here..you felt nothing but tension whenever he was in the same room as you, feeling the negative vibes rolling off of him like an aura of Bitter Malice.

You were glad those days were gone and he was your friend again.

"Pon?"

"Huh? Ogerpon..? You were here the whole time??" Surprised, you glanced over to see the grass legendary sitting on the ground beside you, being sure to stay clear of the camera view. She lowered her mask and looked at you with a knowing smile.

Considering the way Kieran freaked out when you brought her into the championship battle (not to mention him doing everything in his power to knock her out)...you would've thought she'd never wanna see or hear from him again--especially since her "betrayal" was still a fresh wound.

Yet apparently she was listening to your entire conversation with him, and had this understanding look to her starry eyes.

"Pon, ponnn?"

"Huh?" You blinked. "You wanna..see him, too? Are you sure?"

She hopped to her feet, nodding eagerly before pointing in the direction of the academy.

"Okay. Maybe..it'll be a good thing." A smile appeared on your face, although in the back of your mind you hoped that seeing her again won't scare Kieran too much.

...........

"Okay, so the Golurk congregate here....and they're usually guarding the Goletts.."

Back in your dorm room, you were just jotting down notes about recent Pokémon outbreak sightings. Ogerpon was sitting on your countertop, swinging her legs while munching on a bowl of her favorite berries you've found for her throughout Kitakami.

Right as she finished the last one, there was a knock at the door, and you both immediately knew who it was. She was a little nervous, but you reassured her that things will be okay before you went to answer it.

Sure enough Kieran was on the other side. He's never been to your dorm until now, and as he walked in was surprised and intrigued by all the stuff you had hung up on the wall.

"Excuse the mess." You chuckled, closing the door.

"Don't worry, my dorm's worse." He shyly smiled back at you, although his expression faltered as his gaze went to a certain legendary..

He immediately tensed up, not out of anger.....but like he was expecting her to use Ivy Cudgel at any given moment. "What's the Ogre doing here--wait, no..that sounded rude. I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. There's actually something we've been meaning to talk to you about."

"..oh?" Turning back to you, he tilted his head.

"So Ogerpon overheard our little chat earlier, and she wanted to see you."

"She did?"

"Yeah," you nodded, feeling your heart start to race with anticipation. "And..um...maybe it's easier if she explains."

Kieran was confused as you gestured to Ogerpon, but his eyes went wide when she approached him. With no mask on, she wore a confident expression as she handed him...

A pokeball?

No..

It was the pokeball you caught her in.

"What is this? Some new trick you taught her?" Looking to you for an explanation, all he could see was your smile. "Why isn't she...afraid of me?"

"Because she knew you were trying to make amends with everybody." You patted her head, beaming. "I think she finally recognizes you as a strong Pokémon trainer, and...she wants to be yours."

".....huh?"

"She wants to be yours." You repeated, watching as he tried to process this information. And his jaw damn near dropped to the floor, but he closed his mouth and shook his head.

"Y-You're joking, right?"

"Nope. We both decided that she's ready for a new partner. Someone who's believed in her side of the story since-"

"No, no, no..I..I-I can't do that.." He shook his head frantically, backing away from Ogerpon. "I'm sorry. But she's yours, [y/n]. She chose to go with you. You passed her test and...I didn't. I was being stupid and selfish and-"

"I think I was being more selfish."

Looking up at you, he blinked a few times.

"Listen, I know everyone likes to say such great things about me...but I'm not some perfect angel." You frowned slightly. "I lied to you, I stole the Pokémon you've idolized for years...and I hurt someone who considered me a friend. You called me out on that and you had every right to."

"........"

"If anybody here needs to apologize..it's me." Bowing your head, you sighed softly. "So I'm truly sorry for the way I treated you, Kieran. I'm sorry for never considering your feelings before. I wasn't a good friend, and I wanna be a better one. So I'm gonna make this right...both of us will."

You looked back up at him, seeing the shock written all over his face. Then you glanced at Ogerpon, taking the pokeball and instructing her to get her masks off the wall. She nodded and did just that.

"You deserve to know what her power is like. The masks, the TMs I taught her...you can have them all. No trades. No strings attached..except for us staying friends, of course."

Finally, Kieran found his ability to speak again, but he was already getting choked up. "[Y/n], the apology is...th-that's more than enough for me." His eyes watered. "I forgive you. There's no way I can take her from-"

"You're not taking her away. I'm giving her to you, silly." You chuckled.

"....I..I still don't know if I can accept that. I'm not worthy of her even looking my way anymore. I was disrespectful to her wishes, I stole her mask..a-and you're saying...she forgives me?"

"I think she's gonna let bygones be bygones. Isn't that right, 'pon?"

"Ponio! Pon!" With her masks together, Ogerpon gazed at you, nodding confidently. You could only smile back as you patted her head again, seeing that she was ready for a new adventure.

You've trained her well, helping her grow stronger than ever before as you've mastered her abilities with all four masks.

But now it's time that someone else had the chance to bond with her...

Someone like Kieran.

After sending her into the pokeball for the last time, you gazed at the purple-haired boy. His whole body refused to move, so you approached him and took his gloved hand, placing the device snuggly into his palm.

For the longest time, he stared at it, and then he looked back at you. "A-Are you sure I can't just...keep her for a day and then give her back?" He began to sniffle, face growing bright red. "Because if...wh-what if she doesn't-?"

"I want you to have her permanently." Knowing what was coming, you brought him into a tight hug, feeling him wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. "Don't worry. She's gonna love you, Kiki." You rubbed his back. "She trusts you now. She's all yours."

All he could do was nod, your shirt getting soaked by his tears as he hiccupped, thanking you over and over again. He wasn't bawling loudly like before, but he still had a tough time keeping himself together; so you led him to your bed where he was more comfortable.

You're 99% certain this poor guy's never received a hug in his life, given how he refused to let you go. So you allowed him to hold onto you for as long as he needed or wanted.

At last you got out all of the things you've been meaning to say to him...and even Ogerpon got to apologize in her own special way by wanting to be his partner Pokémon.

You thought this would have been too much for Kieran to handle, but you could see he's grown a lot and that he was ready to accept this huge responsibility.

Terapagos will remain with you, and Ogerpon will be his forever.

After everything that's happened, it's what he deserves.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon kieran #pokemon kieran x reader #kieran x reader #ogerpon #terapagos #indigo disk spoilers #indigo disk x reader #platonic

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dee-writes-anime · 2 months ago

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Gender Reveal with Kento Nanami

FEATURING Kento Nanami x Reader

SUMMARY Nanami and you are expecting your first child, and what better way to celebrate than a chaotic gender reveal party with their equally chaotic Jujutsu family?

CONTENT WARNINGS pregnancy trope, Gojo betting on baby gender, exasperated son Megumi, Nobara being a fashion icon, WE LOVE YUJI ITADORI IN THIS HOUSE, fluff, family cuteness, Nanami is tired LMAO

AUTHORS NOTE I'm a little emotional writing this final authors note (sniffle, sob) because this marks the end of the JJK pregnancy series :( I sincerely hope you all enjoyed these little fics, thank you for all the support and for sticking around for so long. I LOVE YOU!!!!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

The morning of the gender reveal party had arrived, and you were practically buzzing with excitement. A mixture of nerves and joy danced beneath your skin as you double-checked every last detail, though you knew Nanami had already ensured that everything was in perfect order. The two of you had agreed early on that the surprise wasn’t for you—it was for your chaotic little Jujutsu family. If anything, this was an excuse to get everyone together for something that wasn’t exorcising curses, dealing with life-threatening injuries, or handling whatever disaster Gojo had inevitably unleashed that week.

Of course, Gojo had already turned the event into something else entirely.

"Five thousand yen says it’s a girl," he had whispered to Yuji with a conspiratorial smirk, nudging the younger sorcerer’s ribs.

Yuji had grinned like it was the best game in the world. "Deal! I say it’s a boy!"

Megumi, who had been dragged into the betting pool against his will, sighed deeply. "You two do realize betting on a child’s gender is weird, right?"

Gojo had waved him off with dramatic flair. "Relax, Fushiguro! It’s all in good fun! Besides, Shoko is in on it too."

Shoko, who had been lazily sipping a beer at the time, had merely lifted a hand in acknowledgment. "I said I’d participate if the prize was more alcohol."

Meanwhile, Nobara had taken the entire event as a personal challenge.

"Fashion is everything," she had declared the night before, standing in the middle of your shared living room, arms crossed as she studied her reflection in the mirror. "I refuse to be caught off guard—so I made two outfits. One pink, one blue. When the reveal happens, I’ll do a quick-change transformation and emerge victorious."

"Victorious…?" Megumi had repeated, unimpressed.

"You wouldn’t get it, Megumi."

And so, with bets placed, outfits meticulously planned, and food preparations secured, the day had finally arrived.

You stood in front of the mirror that morning, smoothing a hand over your growing belly, taking in the soft glow of the sunlight filtering through the bedroom window. It still felt surreal, knowing that in just a few months, you and Nanami would be parents. There was a weight to it, a kind of quiet enormity that settled over you—not in a daunting way, but in a way that made you feel full in a way you never had before.

Behind you, you heard the familiar sound of Nanami stepping into the room. He was already dressed for the day, sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, hair neatly combed, exuding that effortless, put-together aura he always carried.

"You’re staring," you murmured, catching his reflection in the mirror.

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting a warm palm over your stomach. His touch was steady, grounding, like it always was.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low, calm.

You leaned into him, relaxing against the broad expanse of his chest. "I think so."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "If Gojo starts causing trouble before the reveal, I’m taking his champagne away."

You laughed softly. "He’s been waiting for this party just so he can cause trouble, Kento. There’s no stopping him."

Nanami sighed, already resigned. "I suppose I should’ve anticipated that."

Turning in his arms, you reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw before letting your hands rest on his shoulders. "No matter what happens, at the end of the day, it’s just us. Our family. And that’s all that really matters."

His expression softened, his grip tightening just slightly, like he never wanted to let go. "You’re right," he murmured. "That’s all that matters."

And with that, the two of you stepped into the day, ready to celebrate the beginning of something even greater than what you had already built together.

Nanami had planned the gender reveal with the same precision and care he applied to everything in his life. There were no tacky gimmicks, no over-the-top decorations screaming pink or blue. Instead, the event reflected his impeccable sense of balance—sophisticated, elegant, and undeniably Nanami.

The setting was a private garden behind a charming venue, a space filled with soft greenery and warm lighting. Twinkling string lights hung overhead, casting a gentle glow over the evening, while golden lanterns lined the stone pathway leading to the main gathering area. Round tables with ivory linens and delicate floral centerpieces were arranged neatly, each adorned with gold-rimmed plates, polished silverware, and elegant glassware—Nanami had insisted on real dinnerware, refusing to entertain the idea of disposable plates.

The theme was subtle luxury, leaning into neutral tones with tasteful hints of blue and pink interwoven. Rather than loud color blocking, Nanami had opted for soft blush and powder blue accents in the form of silk ribbons tied around napkins, delicate hydrangea arrangements, and intricate watercolor name cards for each guest. The main table, where the cake stood as the centerpiece, featured a handcrafted wooden sign reading “Baby Nanami: Coming Soon” in elegant gold calligraphy.

A dessert table had been set up to the side, displaying an assortment of delicate pastries—macarons, éclairs, and petit fours in soft pastel hues. Each treat was arranged meticulously, making the entire display look like something out of a luxury patisserie. A sleek champagne tower (with sparkling cider for those who preferred non-alcoholic options) stood nearby, because, as Nanami had put it, "If we're celebrating, we should do it properly."

Even the reveal itself had been carefully considered. Rather than an explosion of confetti or an extravagant smoke bomb, Nanami had chosen a more refined approach—a pristine white cake with gold accents, holding the answer within its layers. It was a work of art in itself, created by a renowned pastry chef, because if there was one thing Nanami valued almost as much as decorum, it was high-quality food.

Everything was intentionally curated to create a warm, inviting atmosphere without unnecessary extravagance. It was a gathering, not a spectacle. A time to celebrate with loved ones, not to overwhelm them with sensory overload.

But despite all the meticulous planning, Nanami knew that the real joy of the evening wouldn’t come from the décor or the food—it would come from the people. The chaotic, ridiculous, wonderful group of friends he had somehow found himself surrounded by. And for once, he didn’t mind the chaos—not when it meant welcoming something even greater into his life.

Nanami stood slightly apart from the crowd, his expression soft with contentment as he took in the sight before him. For a man so often burdened by the weight of responsibility, this moment was a rare reprieve. The people he cared about—his family in all but blood—were here, gathered for something joyful. Even if the presence of one particularly annoying white-haired sorcerer ensured his headache was never far behind.

"Nanamin!" Yuji’s voice broke through the hum of conversation as he practically bounded toward him, balancing an overflowing plate of food in one hand. His eyes shone with excitement. "This is, like, the fanciest party I’ve ever been to. You got real plates and everything!"

Nanami adjusted his tie with a sigh, already accustomed to Yuji’s boundless energy. "That is because this is not a college frat party, Itadori," he replied dryly.

Before Yuji could respond, Gojo materialized behind Nanami, draping an arm over his shoulder with all the grace of a man who had absolutely no regard for personal space.

"Kento, my dearest friend," Gojo drawled dramatically, "I simply must know—did you help pick out these delightful decorations, or was this all your lovely spouse’s doing?"

Nanami slowly turned his head to give him an unimpressed stare. "Do you genuinely believe I willingly selected pastel balloons?"

Gojo grinned. "You do have a soft side, Nanamin. I mean, look at you! You’re practically a dad already—oh wait, you are one!"

Nanami exhaled through his nose, his patience thinning by the second. "Gojo, if you want to remain conscious for the reveal, I strongly suggest you remove your arm from my person."

You barely contained your laughter, stepping in before the situation could escalate. "Alright, everyone! It’s almost time!"

Immediately, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations halted, anticipation buzzing through the air like static electricity. Yuji practically vibrated where he stood, hands clenched into excited fists. Megumi, ever composed, simply gave you a small nod, while Nobara adjusted the angle of her phone, ensuring she captured the moment perfectly.

"So," Shoko drawled, taking a slow sip of her drink, "how’s this going down?"

With a proud, subtle gesture, Nanami indicated the elegantly decorated cake displayed at the center of the table.

You grinned, sweeping a hand toward it. "Inside the cake is either blue or pink filling. When we cut into it, you’ll find out whether you're getting a little niece or nephew!"

Gojo clutched his chest as if struck by an emotional revelation. "This is so beautiful," he sniffled. "I love cake. And babies, I guess."

"Can we just cut the cake already?!" Nobara groaned, practically bouncing on her feet.

A quick glance at Nanami, a shared, knowing look, and together you reached for the knife. His hand covered yours, steady and warm, as the two of you pressed the blade into the soft layers of the cake. The room fell utterly silent, every breath held in suspense as the knife slid through effortlessly.

And then—

A burst of blue spilled from the center.

For half a second, there was silence. Then—

"IT’S A BOY!" Yuji hollered, fists pumping into the air.

"PAY UP, GOJO!" Nobara cackled, pointing an accusatory finger at the stunned sorcerer.

Gojo groaned dramatically, collapsing onto Megumi’s shoulder, who immediately shoved him off. "My wallet… my poor wallet!"

Megumi, despite his best efforts to remain neutral, allowed himself the tiniest smirk. "Told you."

Before you could even react, Yuji launched himself at you and Nanami, throwing his arms around the both of you in an almost crushing embrace.

"I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS!"

Nanami grunted, his arms pinned awkwardly at his sides. "Itadori—personal space—"

"Forget space!" Gojo declared, suddenly producing a handful of confetti and tossing it into the air. "This is a celebration!"

Shoko, still leaning lazily against the counter, clapped her hands at half-speed, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "Well, I guess this means I have to get this kid a proper welcome gift."

Nobara was already typing furiously on her phone. "I knew it was going to be a boy. Now I can start planning my shopping spree. This kid is not going to be caught in anything but the best outfits—leave it to me."

You turned to Nanami amidst the chaos, the voices of your friends blending into a warm, joyful hum in the background. He was looking at you—not at the cake, not at Gojo’s antics, not even at Yuji, who was still vibrating with excitement. His eyes were on you.

"Happy?" you asked, your voice gentle.

He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he allowed himself to just be in this moment. His lips curved in the smallest, softest smile.

"More than I can put into words."

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his, squeezing gently. "Good," you murmured, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Because this is only the beginning."

Laughter rang out around you—Gojo dramatically lamenting his lost bet, Nobara ranting about baby fashion, Yuji already coming up with potential nicknames for the baby. It was chaotic, loud, absurd, and perfect.

And as you stood there, surrounded by warmth, love, and just a little bit of insanity, you knew—without a doubt—that this child would be growing up in a family unlike any other.

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@makingtimemine @strawbrrycat @soraya-daydreams @shokosbunny @saltypuffin1040 @danilights2021 @startwithrecords @obeythebutler @sparklykeylime @surielstea

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bruciemilf · 2 years ago

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No Capes! AU where Bruce and everyone else is an actor.

Famous Hollywood moguls Thomas and Martha would've rather died in real life than make Bruce a child actor so he didn't start till he was 24

It's an ongoing gag that Thomas always tweets "On my way to die again! As if you didn't know" with every Gray Ghost remake

The Waynes are always just. So chaotic

Bruce and Selina constantly bring stray cats on set; Bruce just hides them under his black shirt famously known as a void with no end.

Behind the Scenes cuts have images of this man pulling 10 cats from under there and the director is convinced he has a cryptid on set

They have to edit so much footage because Bruce always says "sorry" after "punching" someone. "Bruce, they have padding, they're fine!" "And no health Insurance. Do something about that."

Sometimes he forgets to take off the costume after filming. The record set for how many Subways he sent into a panic is infinite

That being said, Bruce's kids aren't afraid of him at all, and WILL run up to him everytime they visit to chant "dork! Dork! Dork!" While flocking around him. He cries from happiness

But he cries all the time, so it's hard to tell for what

The movie's soundtrack is just Bruce's middle school playlist, " They said they needed something rotten and terrible, like, -- poison for the ears. If you listen to it you get sick."

Bruce's biggest "diva moment" was refusing to give up the eyeliner and he still sends apology cards to the cast and crew for his " horrible behavior"

"He just kinda said no a bit loud and ran out of the studio while sobbing quietly."

Literally every villain on set is a sweetheart. Selina does her own make-up as well as Bruce's and Oz's and you can see Carmine lurking like a little gobling behind them just to scare her

There's this joke that none of Selina's streams ever go well because the crew is her curse. She's trying to talk about how to steal on set, meanwhile, Bruce next to her, "Did you know cats have no collarbone. Also, the electric chair was invented by a dentist."

You'd think everyone's favorite duo would be Bruce and Selina, and you wouldn't be wrong, but the public can't wait for Bruce and Carmine to have a press conference or interview together

Mostly because Carmine obviously dealt some shady cards in his past and Bruce is so clueless . " Have I ever tried coke...No, I like Pepsi." While Carmine is trying not to laugh behind him

Edward is just as bad. He's trying to tell the director that's not how bombs are made, and someone's head exploding wouldn't look like that, and Bruce is like :O Eddie, I didn't know you were a gamer

Edward is a menace on set and Bruce stays blind to it because he like him. There's rows of videos of Bruce stopping mid scene, going " Eddie," before jumping on the guy like the kitten he's NOT

Alfred still brings Bruce lunch and snacks and he throws down with Oz for no reason. He always brings the kids (read; they sneak in) and it's very clear they're not getting any shooting done that day

Dick, age 10, impatiently asks why Gray Ghost can't have a sidekick. In the last moments of the movie Dick runs in, improvises a scene with Bruce, and the fans love him too much not to include him after

You just leave Bruce alone when his babies are on set; Damian is strapped to his chest cause he's so small that everyone almost steps on him, Jason is giving the writers tip, Tim is taking pics of everyone, and Bruce smothers them with kisses constantly

#bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #no capes au #actor au #battinson #selina kyle #edward nashton #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #text #text post #gonna make some twitter edits for this aaaaaaa

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mentally-ill-vacuum · 4 months ago

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So I recently started watching Henry Danger. I’ve seen it before but only a little bit of it but I saw a tik tok about it and started rewatching and spiraling. And holy shit that show is depressing. This THIRTEEN year old boy goes looking for a simple after school job and ends up becoming a sidekick to an indestructible superhero. Of course he thinks it’s super cool and fun because he’s a 13 year old boy but he really has no idea what he’s getting into. Second episode in he’s already struggling to balance his home and school life plus having to run off to fight crime whenever. He becomes so sleep deprived and struggles to stay awake in class and keep his grades up. Throughout the show he will mention how much he struggles with being Henry Hart and Kid Danger and not being able to balance both. He risks his life daily and while Ray is indestructible and only feels pain for a few seconds Henry doesn’t. The first episode he comes home sore and beat up. He gets hurt regularly and just deals with the pain. And don’t get me started on his parents. His mom is rarely there (she’s probably off sleeping with her tennis instructor) and his dad is an idiotic man child (Ray is too but it’s more understandable knowing his back story but that’s something else) who barely pays attention to his son. While he has his friends to help him out and stay by his side also working with him it’s not the same for them. They still get to have a normal school experience and have more of a regular life. He doesn’t. He has to miss most of his classes and has nearly no social life outside of hanging out with Charlotte and Jasper but even then it’s usually at work. He misses out on so much and he often brings up how hard it is for him. Also, he can’t let anyone know his secret identity so when he struggles in school or struggles to be there for his family when they need him or even when he has a romantic relationship he can’t explain why he always has to leave and what he deals with. He parents will get mad at him for missing school and failing in his classes and girlfriends breakup with him because he can’t be there for them and keeps having to lie. The final 4 episodes of the series are extremely depressing because he finds out that all his friends are graduating even his younger sister and are all moving on with their lives meanwhile he’s not because he missed out so much on school saving everyone’s lives with out any credit for it. His parents find out and his dad just keeps sobbing and calling him a failure it’s awful. He quits because he can’t take it anymore and explains to Ray that he was just THIRTEEN when he signed up for this job and had no idea what he was getting into. Of course Ray doesn’t understand and gets mad. He lost his whole teen years pretty much and devoted his whole time to saving the world. He sacrificed so much at a very young age and dealt with so much without being able to really tell others and get help. Ray makes me sad too because he also lost his childhood and teen years when his dad’s invention made him indestructible and his dad took him out of school and made him devote his life to being a superhero. He had no choice really but to be one. He also has no life outside being a superhero. You think he’d be more sympathetic to Henry’s issues but he’s stupid and not. In the end Henry saves Ray and risks his life to save everyone else and almost dies. He actually expects to die but doesn’t care just sacrifices himself. Part of me thinks he even wanted to. I just- it makes me sad.

#henry danger #rant #super sad show honestly

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hunters-vigil · 4 months ago

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Pain Relieving Hugs

Summary: Reader is AFAB but using they/them pronouns (most of fic is in 2nd person) and has really bad periods. Reader has been seeing Xilonen but it's not official yet. This fic is a bit personal to my sufferings with my period over the last few months.

Warnings: talks of periods, it gets detailed when describing how the cramps hurt, painkillers not working, symptoms associated with periods, atypical symptoms according to google but i deal with them every month so ???, swearing, R is insecure about having rough periods. Originally the pronouns were going to be she/they in the fic but wasn't sure how well that translates, so... I wrote this for me😅

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3.

Originally you thought you had over-done it when helping Kinich with some deliveries. Maybe Ajaw had been right about you dragging him down, affecting his efficiency. At least over-doing it would explain why you felt so worn out when you tried to get out of bed the next day.

Maybe you had eaten something that didn't agree with you. Maybe that was the reason why you could feel cramps in your abdomen, front, back, sides... like you were being stabbed from all angles with sharp weapons that Xilonen had crafted. She could make anything anyone wanted as long as they filled out the form well enough for her to understand.

It wasn't food you ate, or just regular over-doing it working. It was your period's warning signs. Signs that you began to recognise before it was too late. Unfortunately, nobody else had recognised them. Not even the woman you were seeing, whose workshop you would often visit if she wasn't sunbathing up a tree or napping somewhere.

The stabbing pains weren't extinguished by any of your attempts for painkillers. You were trying to be careful, but the first few days were always hell, and your only other option was what Chuychu had suggested as a remedy. It was better than nothing, but you forgot to pick up the remedy she suggested.

"Well, fuck me I guess..." you grumbled, leaning your arms on the table to try and block out the aches. The world was getting fuzzy, but you needed to try eat something. You were usually at Xilonen's workshop by now, but walking hurt horridly, barely being able to focus on your surroundings.

The food you managed to find was tasteless, your stomach too busy cramping to want to digest any of it, and your tiredness made it even more bland. The shower you had taken before it all got worse was the only refuge, not getting too lightheaded this time at least.

Sobs tried to claw their way up your throat, but you choked them down with the closest glass of water in reach. The chalky taste almost choking you.

Enough was enough. Wobbling like a baby deer, you forced yourself to walk back to your room, curling up under the blankets, regardless of the thin layer of sweat coating your skin, or how cold your hands felt against you as you held yourself to try self-soothe.

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Meanwhile, Xilonen was stuck in her workshop. Her attempt to wrap up everyone's commissions for the day had been usurped by the Pyro Archon. Her Archon had broken her sunglasses again and wanted a new pair as soon as possible.

Mavuika had gone from shouting outside of her workshop for her, to trying to discuss intricate details that were unnecessary for anything but the paperwork Xilonen required regular customers to fill out. Things for the Archon were a little different however... Mavuika loved to talk through her ideas, how the shape could be altered a bit, the frame bridge of the sunglasses could be adjusted a little... fine, fine, fine. On the condition that the archon didn't ruin them two days later. Or the bike that was constantly being revised and took her three months to build...

"Where's your personal peacemaker anyway?" Mavuika enquired playfully, a smirk on her lips as she glanced around the workshop, wondering if Xilonen had hidden you somewhere.

"Uh, what? My personal what-now? Oh, because they stopped us arguing last time?" Xilonen frowned, recalling you had said she would see you tomorrow, yesterday, which was today, "honestly, I have no idea. They're usually here by now."

"Are they now?" Mavuika raised an eyebrow, smirking until Xilonen huffed.

"Do you want your sunglasses fixing or not, Mavuika? Because teasing me about my- the person I'm seeing isn't helping."

"You two aren't official yet?" Mavuika's curiosity spoke for itself, even as Xilonen distracted herself by looking at blueprints, the furnace, anything but to tell her archon about her relationship. "What happened?"

"They just thought that they overdid it yesterday when they were helping Kinich. Ajaw can be too much with them too. They'd usually be here by now..." Xilonen confessed, not usually one to want her stress to eat away at her. Maybe it was different with her when it came to you.

"How much work do you have left today?"

"Besides your sunglasses, nothing that can't be done tomorrow." Taking one glance at her comissioned work, she sighed, giving Mavuika a pointed look.

"Fine... go check on your lover. Ask them out and I'll forgive you for delaying my sunglasses until tomorrow."

"You're lucky you're the Archon." Xilonen gave rolled her eyes at Mavuika's teasing teasing, heading out of her workshop and making a beeline for where you lived.

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The curtains of your house were still shut, and the delivery of fruit and vegetables that she could only assume was from Ifa was untouched on your doorstep.

Her knuckles against the door produced no sign of life, and kicking your door in wasn't exactly the greatest plan... but she could make you a new door, if she needed to.

Scouring her surroundings, Xilonen spotted the plants on your porch, unlike her own, they were budding with life. Nudging each pot carefully, she eventually found the key to your front door.

An empty glass and a plate covered in crumbs laid in the kitchen, abandoned. From what she could tell, the chair had fallen back from someone standing up, but there was no sign of you so far.

She knew where you slept, she had been there a few times, but you two had only made out a few times there. Never any further, especially when there was a lack of official titles for the relationship so far.

The door stood ajar, the curtains closed, and a blanket was half on the floor. Xilonen couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips, spotting you curled up under another blanket, fast asleep.

Her footsteps quiet on the floor, Xilonen gently stroked your face, smiling as you began to stir with a whine.

"Mm... Xilonen?" your eyes barely opened, looking up at her tiredly as a tired smile crossed your face.

"How are you feeling?" the geo vision holder enquired, her hand resting on your forehead, noticing how warm you felt, "are you sick? Your forehead feels warm."

"No. I, ugh, I feel like a blood bath... and like my insides are being churned up in a bread mixer." You immediately grimaced, trying to hide under the blanket but any and all movements felt like you were being stabbed in the abdomen. "Sorry, that's so... too much information. You can go, I'll be fine."

"Is it usually this bad?" Xilonen shook her head, sitting on the edge of the bed to coax you out of the blanket.

"Usual painkiller remedies stopped working. Forgot to pick up a new one to try out... I'm sorry, this is all really gross. I didn't want you to see me like this." You fought back tears of frustration, trying to fight back the thoughts in your head, telling you that you had ruined everything. You really liked Xilonen, but being reduced to this once a month? You didn't blame her if she wanted to leave and not come back.

"Hey, it's okay. You're not gross, you just have really bad periods, onesleave you in bed all day." Xilonen replied, stroking your face as you looked at her with watery eyes.

"You came here during your work hours?"

"Well, you got me out of listening to Mavuika's sunglasses specifications again. Plus, I was worried about you. She noticed, and said her sunglasses could wait, so I made my way here." Xilonen explained, shuffling down to lay on the bed with you after removing her vision necklace so you'd both be more comfortable.

Burying your face in her chest, you held onto Xilonen to absorb her comfort, feeling her arms around you, holding you close. A soft rumble underneath you led to your eyes flickering, burying your face further into Xilonen as she purred, snuggling her face into the crown of your head.

"Do you want me to make you some food? It might help you feel better..." Xilonen proposed after a while, feeling you let out a soft sigh against her skin, "I brought in the fruit and vegetables that Ifa left on your doorstep."

"Okay, but can we stay like this a bit longer? You're hot, and you smell really nice." You sneakily moved your head up to press a kiss to her jaw, unable to reach her cheek.

"Oh, uh, thank you, sweetheart." Xilonen flustered, trying to fight against how her tail swept side to side, displaying how happy she was feeling.

"Was that too much?" you asked after a while, your eyes fluttering open to try gauge how Xilonen felt at your affection.

"No, no, it was fine, I like you a lot so, I'm not opposed to this. Especially these naps, it was about time for me to have one anyway. So having one with you, my- having one with you, is nice." Xilonen corrected herself quickly, a small smile creeping onto your face, but slightly moving yourself wiped it away with a pained grimace. Your body just had to remind you of your cramping.

"You can call me what you want, as long as it's not derogatory. Moving hurts, can we stay like this a bit longer?" your request was granted, as Xilonen answered by snuggling you closer, closing her eyes to go back to sleep. She'd like to call you hers, she thinks. But that conversation can wait a little longer, since it's time for a nap...

#genshin impact x reader #xilonen x reader #genshin x reader

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mc-lukanette · 6 months ago

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Luka arrived home at his usual time, having biked his way there from school. Stopping short of the path next to the Seine due to the stairs leading down to it, he hoisted his bike up and started walking down.

However, his eyes caught something out of the ordinary from the corner of his gaze, causing him to stop and look over. Marinette was there, sitting right at the edge of the path and staring out at the Liberty. The gangplank was already set up, so there really was no need for her to sit there, but Luka supposed that she felt weird about inviting herself in.

He realized just a moment later that it was strange for her to be there at all. He'd biked home, and Marinette's school got out at around the same time that his did. It didn't add up that she'd be there.

But then, Luka finally caught sight of something he would've rather not seen. Marinette's jacket was resting in her lap, meaning that there was extra skin on display around her arms, and...

They were bruised.

In shock, Luka dropped his bike. It was tumbling down the stairs until it crashed at the bottom, but he barely registered it. Marinette, meanwhile, very much did, her head jerking around to look at the source of the noise.

At the sight of him, her eyes became watery. "L-luka."

He saw another bruise, just barely visible but peeking out from under her bangs.

"Marinette," he breathed, abandoning his fallen bicycle to run to her. He knelt down, wanting to grab the undamaged part of her arm to inspect it, but his hand was shaking and he was afraid to do so. "W-what...what happened?! Who did this?!"

She sniffled again and he immediately felt bad. He hadn't meant to sound so angry, but how could he not be? She was hurt, and—

"I-I did..."

All thoughts ceased. Luka met her tearful gaze, asking breathlessly, "W-what?"

"Please don't be mad," she begged. "There—she was going to win. She was going to get away with everything and I just—!"

"Who?" His voice shook, wondering what drove Marinette to do this to herself. "Who was going to get away with what?"

"L-Lila," she replied. "She—she's a liar. She lies to everyone, but they don't take me seriously because they think I'm just jealous that she's around Adrien. She swore that she'd take everyone away from me, and—" She gasped as she held back a sob, shaking her head. "She was trying to get me expelled, I'm sure of it. I don't have any proof, but she framed me for stealing test answers, then she faked me pushing her down a flight of stairs."

"A flight of..." Luka trailed off, staring down at the bruises as puzzle pieces started fitting together in his head.

"She might've even done something else and I just—I couldn't. I couldn't prove anything but I had to do something, so..." She hugged herself, wincing briefly and readjusting her hands when she accidentally hugged at her bruises by mistake. "I asked Mr. Damocles if he'd heard a fight outside, or heard Lila falling. He didn't, but it wasn't enough, so I...I told him I'd prove that wasn't possible if I really pushed Lila."

Luka started to feel sick.

"I didn't care anymore - I just didn't want to let her win again - so I told him to go back into his office and shut the door, then..."

"You—" Luka swallowed down the thick feeling in his throat. "You threw yourself down the stairs...?"

Marinette could only nod, staring down at the ground in shame. "I...I proved it, at least. He heard me falling. Then it hit me how far I had to go just to protect myself, and I...I left. He didn't even stop me, so I guess he was just... in shock..."

Luka didn't know what to say. The mental image of Marinette purposefully hurting herself - feeling like she had to - and how each bruise had formed was horrible. He shuddered, unable to imagine what it was like for her.

"I-I'm sorry," she whimpered, clearly misinterpreting the slew of emotions he was feeling. "I-I didn't want to, I swear! I—I was just—so much was going on, and—"

"Marinette."

She paused. "Y...yes?"

He adjusted his legs accordingly, opening his arms for her. "I don't want to hurt you by hugging you, but if you need it... you can hug me instead."

She didn't move at first, her gaze darting around him and their surroundings in hesitation. Then, the tension broke as relief took over her expression.

She launched herself at him, her arms wrapped around him while he did little more than grip the fabric of her shirt near her hips. His heart ached, wondering how badly her school life must be, or why she'd be so willing to injure herself for the sake of justice, even if it was her own.

Deep down, he knew the answer, even if he didn't quite realize it yet. He didn't want to think about it; the idea that the girl sobbing into his shoulder might be Paris's superheroine.

Because, if it were true, her life would be even worse, and he didn't want to believe that.

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Luka finished looking over her bruises, confirming the severity, then sighed. "I can't believe it went this far."

"It might not be over either," Marinette said quietly, memories still replaying themselves in her head and not matching any semblance of a hopeful future. "I...I know I shocked Mr. Damocles, but it won't change anything."

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged halfheartedly. "Lila probably has something else up her sleeve too. This is just a temporary victory. She'll come back, and—"

"What about everyone else?" Luka pressed. "Your friends. They—"

Marinette shook her head. "They all believe her. It doesn't matter what I say. She just lies her way around everything. Adrien told me not to do anything, but I guess she still has it out for—"

"Adrien—" Luka was speechless. "He did what? Told you...? When she was lying to everyone?"

"Yeah. He said that it wouldn't make her a good guy."

"It's not about that!" he argued. "It's about making sure she doesn't keep lying. If he'd just helped you stop her earlier, this wouldn't have..." He trailed off, gritting his teeth at the sight of her bruises.

She hadn't considered that. Adrien had kept protecting Lila, even though Lila was after her. At any time when she was being accused, he could've stood up and told the class that he knew Lila was a liar. It would've been a risk, certainly, but...

I guess his reputation is more important, Marinette thought solemnly.

"If there's any way I can help," Luka began, determined, "just say the word."

"...No," she spoke. "It's...it's not worth it."

"Not—" He bristled.

"N-no no! I mean—" She sighed, rubbing her arm and being careful of the bruise. "What's the point? No one listens to me anyway, I just want Lila to leave me alone and stop getting in the way of my life. I have enough going on as it is!"

He hummed sympathetically at that. He rubbed the back of his neck, staring aimlessly up at the sky as he considered everything. "...Then, do you want to transfer?"

"Transfer?"

He made eye contact again and nodded, his voice more resolute this time. "To another school."

"Oh." The thought never occurred to her. Lila had the class in her clutches, but if she transferred, then she'd at least be left alone. Even if Lila was somehow petty enough to follow her, she could warn the other students in advance, or maybe she'd find friends who were either less likely to believe Lila's lies, more likely to believe Marinette herself, or both. "D-does... could your school even...?"

"I don't know," Luka admitted, "but I'll check. I promise, Marinette; if you want a transfer, then I'll do everything I can to make it happen."

"T-thank you." Then, after a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Can I hug you again, Luka?"

He beamed, already opening his arms for her. She threw herself at him, smiling at the content hum he let out at her touches.

Everything would be alright. She had Luka, and they'd work it out.

#queuekanette #lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #type: salt #episode: Ladybug

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xoxoxkisses · 9 months ago

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Sunshine

Muichiro x Reader

warnings: angst

Info: muichiro basically has his old personality

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At first, everyone was confused when Muichiro took a liking to you. He usually kept to himself and hated everyone, but when you came around, you basically forced yourself into his life and stayed ever since.

He didn’t act much different around you, the only thing that was ‘different’ was that he tolerated you a lot more than anyone else. You talked a lot while Muichiro listened. You would tell him every detail about your day, meanwhile he would comment every so often on it.

Whenever you saw him, you would basically jump onto him. You were the only person he allowed to touch him. It didn’t occur to him that you had changed him so much. Usually no one would be allowed to touch him, let alone follow him around like you did.

Everyone started calling you his ‘Sunshine’. The way your personality radiated on him and made him seem a little more happier. He could tell himself that he was changing ever so slightly. He even started to smile around you a little and started talking more, sometimes telling you about his day.

Well, that was until your latest mission. You were sent out on a mission to a nearby town, expecting to meet some lower rank demons, instead you met Uppermoon 4. You weren’t a Hashira, so your battle fell short when you ended up incredibly injured before more slayers came, Muichiro being one of them. When he saw you in the state you were in, he became worried. You had informed him you were too hurt to make it to the Butterfly Mansion, he however didn’t want to believe it.

He got permission from the other slayers to rush you back as the Kakushi were taking far too long. He put you on his back and ran back towards the Butterfly Mansion. He tried his best to keep you conscious, but it wasn’t working. Your eyes had closed, permanently. He didn’t realize you were dead until he felt all of your dead weight crash onto him. “No, no! This can’t be happening.” He gently pulled you from his back and placed you on the ground. You were indeed dead, you had bled out. For the first time in years, he cried. He cried when you died, something no one expected, not even him.

Everyone had been informed about your death. Many noticed Muichiro went back to his old self, some even saying he was worse than before. No one saw Muichiro get that close to anyone else after that.

When he succumbed to his death from Uppermoon 1, Gyomei had heard him whisper something before he passed. That being, “I’ll see you soon.” Gyomei knew who he was talking to, he was talking to his Sunshine.

You had met Muichiro in the afterlife, he instantly ran to you and gave you the biggest hug. You both had tears streaming down your face. He pulled away from you and took your hands in his. “Y/n, if we ever get reborn, do you promise me you will find me in the next lifetime?” You choked back a sob as you smiled at him. “Of course, I promise.” ————————————————————————

Unfortunately, the two of you broke that promise. Never finding each other in that next lifetime, because you never got that next lifetime, Muichiro did. You knew the next time he came back, he wouldn’t remember you, let alone know who you are. You wished you were with him in that lifetime, you had to watch from above as he fell inlove with another person. Maybe the two of you really weren’t made for each other like you thought.

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Ik I said I was taking a break, but I came up with this and I had to write about it.

#viralpost #demon slayer #kny x reader #kny muichiro #demon slayer x reader #muichiro x reader #tokitō muichirō #muichiro tokito #demon slayer muichiro #demon slayer angst

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