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Hey sorry to bother but just wanted to let you know I saw your art get reposted on a Facebook group called "NaruHina Archives" groups / 249816797543368 / permalink / 559066346618410 - added spacing in there cos i cant remember if a link is a problem or not on this site. Tried to report it but FB reporting is a bit lame. Other than this - I hope you're doing well OP
Goddamn it lol nothing I can do about it either, but thanks for the heads up.
Not that it's a good thing, but every so often I get jumpscared by my own art on pinterest so we all kinda get used to it...
#ask ffrogs#i dont even have a facebook#i think i cant even open their pages#thx for reporting it as well
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so i've already doled out pet names to a few hq characters, tobio's "my son <3", akaashi's "my darling," yachi's "my girl <3"...
originally tsukki didn't get a pet name (well, you could say originally he already had a pet name but i'm 23 now and i don't want to call a 15yro boy the same pet name i called him when i was 13/14 nope nope), mostly cause he's already tsukki, that's not a pet name but it is a nickname. but now i feel like just "tsukki" isn't affectionate enough, and even "tsukki <3" doesn't quite feel right... maybe "my dino nerd <3"?? with the "<3" the "<3" is very important... that feels a bit reductive...
this is a serious dilemma.
#for those curious i unironically and frequently referred to him as “my husband” for year#bc yeah i've always had a hard time disentangling identification and attraction#calling him that now would both be wildly inappropriate - he's a babyyyyy - and also inaccurate like that's not my husband that's ME so#i think he was the second character i called that... the first was kurapika from hxh and you know what i'd still call him that today#like if i got back into hxh#love kurapika <3#and i am not really that much like him#if anything i am more like leorio#and the fact that i can admit that is truly proof of character development#how are leorio and tsukki similar...?#well don't think tooo hard about it kk thx bb <3#anyways i will think about this and report back#maybe strawberry boy? but that's also reductive#sweetheart is what i have other characters call him in fics#i could do that but THAT feels like crossing a line#that's for kuroo not for me#ah well anyways#tsukki <3#tsukishima kei#haikyuu
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Hockey! Gallzatto with reader being a sports reporter and doing one of their games?? Thoughts on that bc I can't stop thinking about it.
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contents; hockey gallzatto x sports reporter reader hc's! got reaalll smutty real quick i cant even lie. cuckolding, p in v, light edging, etc etc
authors note; gallzatto save me. hockey bfs save me. also nonnie feel free to req again if you'd like smth fluffier!!!
wc; 500
hockey!lip who drives you to the arena, because both of you need to be there plenty early. he compliments your outfit, pushing you up against the car with a quick look to ensure no one is around. he leaves a hickey well beneath the collar of your blouse. no one will see it, but lip will know it's there.
hockey!lip who walks you into the arena with an arm around your waist. he murmurs in your ear, 'carm's in town t'night.' to which you hum, responding 'we'll see him after, yeah?' of course you will.
hockey!carmy who skates his first lap on fresh ice with his eyes turned towards the commentary booths, searching for you. his feet are steady as he gives you a nervous wave.
hockey!lip and hockey!carmy who chirp good-naturedly at each other... at first. but their trash talk gets quieter, and their jaws clench as the game becomes more intense. they both know what's at stake.
hockey!carmy who plays his ass off against lip's team. scores three goals, helps them get the win. fans note he's more excited about this win than any other, little do they know the reason.
hockey!lip who made a deal with carmy, if his team wins he gets to fuck you all the way, filling you up bare and spilling inside you at the end of the night.
hockey!lip who sits begrudgingly in the corner, griping about the lack of protection. carmy hisses at him, 'she's on the fuckin' pill man, i earned this.'
hockey!lip you makes you keep the comfy, oversized gallagher jersey you changed into after the game as carmy kneels between your thighs, eating you like a man starved.
hockey!carmy who reaches one hand under the jersey to find the curve of your breast, the other travelling down to his aching length. lip laughs loudly, snapping at him 'don't fuckin' touch y'self yet.' the two glare at each other, but carmy gives in and retracts his hand.
hockey!lip who tells carmy firmly 'you scored a fucking hat trick against my team. y’r at least gonna fuck my girl’s brains out before y’get to cum inside her.'
hockey!carmy who dedicates well over an hour to touching you, bringing you just to the edge before pulling away to hear you whine. when he finally slides in it's like heaven, lip palming his dick in the corner.
hockey!carmy who groans weakly as he spills inside you, taking his few allotted moments to admire your beauty; flushed cheeks, swollen lips, but never any marks. eventually he'll pull out, but he knows he has a few minutes to bask before lip starts bitching.
hockey!lip who cradles you close to his body after carmy leaves, cooing how you did so good, looked so pretty. he showers you with praise, tuts at you when you try to touch him, and does all the work himself just rutting between your weary thighs.
© gallaghersgal, 2025
THX 4 READING → tried out a new style with this one!!
#lip gallagher x reader x carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader x lip gallagher#gallzatto smut#gallzatto#gallzatto x reader#lip gallagher smut#carmen berzatto smut#maggie's musings [blurbs]#altitude warning [🍃 posting]
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Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S2 episode 5
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I love how Wholesome this Clark is, at 1st it looked like he wasn't really into attending the contest, but as soon as he heard that it was going to be Donating money to the children's hospital, he immediately made up his mind, Showing us once again Why this Show is Amazing, Because they Know how to HANDLE Superman
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Aaaaahhh!! We're Finally being introduced to Kara, Omg She looks Soooo good I can't wait to see how they handle her and her relationship with Clark, maybe we might actually get see the "Sibling" Dynamic I talked about not to long ago ^^; (also is it me or does kara look kinda familiar, I don't know she just looks someone I've seen before I just can't put my finger on it, hmmmmm 🤔 eh it's probably nothing )
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Annnd just like that Love at 1st sight, in all seriousnes I really love Jimmy's character and how he's handled throughout this show, It's clear that he does feel Guilty for What happened last episode, after all He was the one who gave Lex the "motivation" to do what he is doing So I understand that he does feel responsible in someway, plus he did bring Clark to Expo in the 1st place which led to Superman being framed when the Villains attacked, but C'mon, you Didn't know that would happen or that Lex would be there, or that you guy's would have a TED TALK discussing the "Dangers" of Superman, You have No reason to feel guilty or have any obligation to Fix this because it wasn't your Fault, just sit down and talk to your boy and for crying out loud Omg 😫
Also Clark using his X-ray vision to immediately see who was running is extremely funny to me for some reason idk why lol 😅
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Ok 2 things, 1 Lois throughout this episode was really infuriating to me, Lois's ego was really shining here I mean she really feels that there's Nothing Specail about her, and that it would be completely unlikely for a guy like Superman to ever be interested in a person like her, because "who would ever be interested in the reporter right" even though they made entire episode last season focusing on the LOL/ League of Lois Lanes and how Lois lane is DESTINED to be with Superman in every reality, so it really Grinds my gears when she starts getting jealous when she sees Superman acting single around other contestants/girls, and wants act all salty and question if they're even "right" for each other and that maybe he should be with someone who is more Special than her when in reality that's exactly WHY he fell for you in the 1st place, because you are Different and because you Makes him feel Normal, also you're the 1 that Told him to "act" single in the 1st place like Wtf!? Also I find it hilarious that Clark immediately waves as they're talking about who could Superman's identity be, like it's LITERALLY right in front of them 😂
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Judging by this scene it feels like she's never been on Earth before whatsoever, from her being to foriegn to stuff like what Ice cream and hot dogs are, to earlier with her wanting to immediately square up with a Truck, It's pretty clear that THIS Is her 1st time being on earth, leaving the question Now to where has she been all this time, and who is her father? Because as far as I'm aware I thought only her and Kal were last 2 kryptonians that made it off Krypton, So who could her "father" be? Well there's only 1 option, but I'll save that for a later scene ;)
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So as I was watching this I kept wondering on who the heck the other contestants were, as far as my knowledge of comic books go it's Not really that good, since I mainly grew up with cartoons and only read a few comics from time to time and Superman was the 1 thing that I Never really kept up with all that time, So forgive me I don't really know who most of the people are on here other than Hank Hanshaw AKA Cyborg Superman, if y'all happen to know feel free to lemme know in the comments or just Ask me in the submissions Thx ^^;
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Also can Clark Not come up with a good excuse to change into Superman, I mean how hard is it to say "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back" also saying you're going somewhere and then immediately having Superman show up is completely Sus as hell, how has no one else figured out Who the heck he really is yet ?😅
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Ah the Jealous girlfriend face 🤣🤣 also the scene here with Hank talking about just how dangerous Superman is and how he is literally a weapon waiting to go off just shows how much Lex is affecting people and how he already has people thinking he's right; This is stuff that will Definitely be brought up in season 3, I can already see the "Earth is for Earthlings" Hashtags 😅also I don't know about you but to me there's definitely something suspicious about Silver from the way she's acting, idk but to me I'm thinking that maybe Silver may not be as sweet as we think she is, hmmmm 🧐
I love the callback from Last episode with her saying "everything" when Jimmy asks what she wanted to see, just like how he did when Clark asked him the same question, also between this and the Jimmy from the Supergirl TV show on CW, Jimmy really has a knack for pulling Strong powerful women, Nice ^_^
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I Really love how Devoted kara already is to Jimmy, the fact that she immediately was ready to go and completely DESTROY Whoever hurt Jimmy tells you just how much she Already cares about him just from being on this planet for like idk 3 hours maybe, bro really knows how to pull the Baddies, Ngl I ship them ^^
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She's LITERALLY the embodiment of this
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Bruh Kara is really talking crazy here, to me this Not how kryptonians Speak, as far as I'm aware kryptonians are usually intelligent chill people with only a few of them being like soldiers, they're Not effing Conquerors, tbh this Version of them sounds more like Sayains than anything, Damn they're really going in on the whole Anime theme this season huh, which leads me to my Next topic; I think I Know who Kara's father supposedly is, here me out but what if it's Freaking ZOD, think about it, what if before she left krypton Zod kidnapped her as a baby and raised her to make her Think that she was his own, hence why she has this mindset and Why she's talking like this; after all Besides Kal only Zod and her would be last 2 kryptonians, So it's possible he could've raised her and molded her into the warrior/ conquer she is today Similar to him, and if you still don't believe me, then take a Good look at what She says here Next
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Ladies and Gentlemen, I rest my effing Case ^^ also OMG WTF IT WAS HER THE ENTIRE F#%KING TIME!? 🤯
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Ok 3 things: 1 she beat the Absolute Shit out of him my god she showed No mercy even to her Own cousin Wow, 2 the Animation for this fight scene in this episode was Wild omg I loved every minute of it, They have Not missed a Beat this season when it's come down to the Animation whatsoever, and finally 3 Her design for this Suit looks Just effing incredible, Omfg I love the Red and black color scheme they got going on here and the Symbol, aside from Bulky ass Shoulder pads, everything just looks So effing CLEAN, Man I can't wait to see the Fanart from this Suit; Also it's clear that Brainiac is controlling her somehow judging by how she keeps hesitating and the way her eyes go completely blank after She receives her orders, So there may be hope for her Just yet, but in the end I know that even IF she turns good, Earth is going to be Completely against her and Superman by the end of this Season, So yeah...
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Wow it looks like we Gotten yet another New superpower for this man, Ngl, I'm not a fan at all, the last one we got from him was his Bio electric aura which at 1st I wasn't a fan of but once I thought about It some more and did a bit more research on it, It really started to grow on me, Since it's how he's able to Defy the impossible, THIS however I am just Not feeling it, this does make any sense for him to have and Never even once in my life have I ever seen this man Shoot effing energy from his Mouth, like what is even the Point of this power and what is it used for like Bruh, Sry but this is Definitely ain't for me, and is Not going to grow on me anytime soon ^^;
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No Please Not the Injustice FINISHER, Omg DON'T DO HIM LIKE THAT!! 😱😱😱
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Wow this episode was just Balls to the Walls insane, between this and the Reveal that Brainiac was the one She was referring to as "father" i have No idea what else to expect from this Season, and this is Just making me completely unsure about what's gonna happen next for the future of this show, Omg this Series is so good, Can't wait for the next one #SupermanSaturdays
#anime#kawaii#2000s anime#90s anime#my adventures with superman#clark kent#superman#lois lane#jimmy olsen#maws#maws season 2#Superman Saturday's#kara zor el#supergirl#dc comics#dc universe#general zod#cyborg superman#Jimmy x Kara#lois x clark#Brainiac#kara danvers#my adventures with superman spoilers#miimo96
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how would the dreamies react to their s/o regressing for the first time in front of them after being super stressed and not being able to be a little ? ^^
it’s been a long time caregiver!nct dream x gender-neutral!regressor!reader
genres sfw age regression content, established relationship, hurt / comfort, angst in some, bits of fluff in all warnings involuntary / vent regression, regression block, negative self-talk, haechan's is long sry dni if you sexualize age regression. not only blocking but also reporting.
author’s note i'm SO sorry this took so long for me to get out. i promise i didn't forget about you, nonnie! i might've geared a little bit ( a lot ) off the prompt at times but i still hope you like it ! thx 4 requesting !
mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ) wc 642
With all your responsibilities lately, Mark finds it logical that you don’t regress as often as you used to. The last time he remembers was over three months ago. He misses taking care of you, hearing your sweet voice call out for your 'Mack!'. But he doesn’t want to burden you even more with any expectations to do anything you weren’t feeling up to do. He wasn’t planning to bring it up. Honest.
That was until you started coming home to avoid his kisses and go straight to bed. That moment left a pang in his heart.
In the silence and tension of your apartment, Mark finds himself in your little corner of tiny things, picking up your toys and dusting off your coloring books with longing. He misses his baby, so he’s going to get his baby back, he decides, no matter what it takes.
“Oh look, that new Disney movie came out you said you wanted to go see it, right?”
“I’m tired, Mark.”
“…okay.” He bites the inside of his cheek.
Just keep trying, Mark. You got this.
“Babe, I’m doing laundry. You want me to wash Cheese Doodle?” He knocks at your office door.
“Huh?” You raise your head as if you were a fish out of water. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine. Thank you.”
Hmph.
“What is that?” You give the box in Mark’s hand a look.
“It’s a game. Picked it up at the store. It’s like… Twister? But there’s something different about it. I dunno, I didn’t pay attention to the label and just bought it. Chenle asked that we bring some kind of board game for his party on Saturday.”
“Oh. Well, I have a thing on Saturday so tell him I can’t go but I hope everyone has fun.”
As the saying goes, the fourth time’s a charm.
“You’re not going to bed?” You rub your eyes, already in your night clothes and under the sheets.
“Not really tired,” he replies with a shrug as he makes his way out into the kitchen. “I think I’m gonna make myself some angel milk to get the sleeping juices going. That always worked for you. You want some?”
You’re already pretty tired, the events of the day had sucked every last drop of potential energy from you. Still, some angel milk in all its sweet, vanilla-tasting glory makes you lick your lips.
“…yeah. Please,” you answer.
When he comes back from the kitchen, he has your warm drink in one hand and Cheese Doodle—your orange puppy stuffie—in the other.
“Sit up for me, baby,” he says softly as he sits down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to spill anything from your favorite mug.
“Unicorn…!” You notice, taking the pink and rainbow cup in your two sleeve-clad hands. “Thank you.”
“Mhm.” Mark smiles. “and I just took cheese doodle out of the laundry too. Used the fabric softener that you like. Wanna feel?”
“Oh.” In a second, you’re like a cat rubbing your cheek against Cheese Doodle’s fur. “Smells good, Markie. Thank you.”
”Of course, baby. Feeling tiny?” He asks only now that he’s 95% sure you are.
”Little bit,” you admit into your mug, slurping quietly to not burn yourself.
”Aw.” He pouts. “That’s good. You know, Markie missed you, baby. I haven’t held my baby in such a long time.”
”Missed Markie too.” You blink at him with sleepy eyes and a milk mustache. “Lot.”
”Wanna cuddle for a little then?”
”Just for a lil' bit.” You nod, placing your angel milk on the bedside table.
Mark knows the mug will be forgotten by the morning but he'd rather make and waste a million angel milks than for you to forget him and Cheese Doodle again.
huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა wc 594
“Oh that’s a nice painting, Jun,” you praise, resting your chin on his shoulder as he sits on a stool. “Very pretty.”
“I feel like it’s missing something, though,” he says with a frown. “Here. You paint something.”
“On your canvas?” You look at him. “No way, love. I’ll ruin it.”
“You won’t. Now take the brush.”
“I won’t.” You step back and cross your arms. “I’m not gonna mess up this painting you’ve been working so hard on with my clumsiness.”
“What are you talking about? You always add something to my paintings.” Renjun gives you a look. The look that makes you want to roll your eyes.
“And they’re always so much better before me.”
“You don’t think that.”
“I do.”
“Why are you talking about yourself in this way all of a sudden?”
“Because it’s true!” You explode. There’s a burning in the backs of your eyes as you keep talking. “All I’ve been doing lately is messing up stuff for other people. I’m no good, Renjun.”
“…”
“My boss thinks it, my team members think it. I know you think it too!” You sob.
“Darling-”
“Stop it, Jun.”
“Darling,” he repeats, taking your hand in his. “come here.”
He pulls you in with one hand and wipes your tears with another, so careful he almost makes you think you are glass.
“What’s in that green binder in the bookshelf over there?” he asks.
“What?” You furrow your brows. “I don’t know.”
“Go check.”
You give him a look but make your way to the oak bookshelf; filled with sketchbooks, novels, and a singular green binder. You look at Renjun when your fingers touch the spine and take it out only after he nods. Your knees wobble as you flip through the pages so you let your bottom hit the floor.
In the binder are the handwritten notes from back before the two of you even started dating; flirtatious exchanges recorded on coffee shop napkins, gum wrappers, and ripped-up bits of college notes. The next stage of your relationship is at the flip of a page; rushed post-it notes of domestic living with 'I love you!'s and 'Don't forget to eat!'s kept safe in the plastic sheets.
You look up at him with surprise but he only nods his head for you to keep flipping pages. You flip through empty slips until you almost reach the back cover and find all the drawings you’ve made for Renjun over the years while in regression. Each and every one. Even the ones where you're mad at him and have him eaten by monsters.
“You kept them…” You pass a finger over a drawing you made of the two of you, your stickmen-selves holding hands and smiling in a rocket ship.
“Of course I did, baby. How could I throw away something so perfect?” You hear his voice next to you, having gotten up from his seat to crouch next to you on the floor. He gently pulls your head into his chest and his lips drop to kiss the top of your head. “I don’t think you mess up things, my love. Ever. You simply change their direction. My Lovebug is the most creative, innovative person in the whole wide world, didn’t you know?”
“Junnie…” You sob, the dam of pent-up emotions finally seeking release.
“Hi there, babybug.” He whispers. “I’m right here, lovey. Right here. Let it all out.”
lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა wc 655
“Babe, the ice is melting and your coke is turning into gross, brown, sweet-tasting water,” Jeno warns.
“One second, baby. I just need to finish this assignment real quick,” you mutter with your bottom lip bit in place.
It seems you’re still in the same clothes from three days ago, the same amount of time Jeno’s seen you stay in bed studying. He’s beginning to think your butt might be attached permanently to the mattress at this point. When it comes to your bedside table, your 5-hour energy from lunchtime being the latest addition to the food trash and empty water bottle pile doesn’t fill him with any more positive thoughts.
“When’s it for?” He sighs. “Your assignment.”
“…what?” You turn your head to him but your eyes stay on the screen. “Oh, um, Friday.”
“It’s Monday. Come on.” Jeno pulls at your arm like a spoiled child. “I’m not even making you shower or anything. I just wanna hang out with my hermit, stinky, computer nerd. Will you grant me my wish please?”
You look up with a half-offended, half-amused expression and your jaw dropped.
“I’m not stinky!” You fail to shake off your arm from his hold. “I told you I’m coming! I just really need to finish this.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ye- ah!” You squeal as Jeno pulls at your arm, throwing you over his shoulder. “Jeno! I’m serious!”
“I’m serious too. Monday to Friday is five days-”
“Four days!”
“-and that’s more than enough time to finish your assignment.” He refuses to acknowledge your interruption. “You are going to eat a proper dinner with me on the couch as we watch TV and you’re gonna like it, you got that?”
“Augh…!” You groan, going limp on him.
“Oh, I know.” Jeno pouts as he sets you on the couch, covering you in your train-print fleece blanket. “I’m so mean, aren’t I? Asking you to take a break when all you wanna do is work, work, work.”
You just stare at him, squinting your eyes as you fail to hide a smile.
“Well unfortunately for you, gumdrop, babies don’t work! So I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. The police will come after me if I do. Child labor laws or something like that.”
He leaves a quick kiss on your forehead right before speeding to the kitchen. Jeno’s eyebrows wiggle in a wave when he returns with your food; apple slices, chicken nuggets, and fries all in their respective spots in your divided plate.
The original pasta and movie date night plan being scrapped for a Nono-Gumdrop night doesn’t phase Jeno. In fact, it excites him. Your projects and exams and assignments and professors... he tries so hard not to hold resentment against them all as they pull his baby away from him. But tonight? Tonight is different, and for once in his life, caregiver Jeno is triumphant.
“Thank you…” Your fingers wrap around the blue silicone and Jeno engulfs you in a bear hug when he sits down. Tight but not so tight it obstructs your arms when eating. “What are we watching, Nono?”
“Max and Ruby.” He smiles when you gasp.
“Love Max and Ruby!” You gush with a mouthful of apples.
“Do you?” Jeno drops his head to the side. “You do? You do? Nuh-uh. I do. It’s my favorite show in the whole wide world.”
“Well, ’s my favorite show in the whole galaxy!”
“Yeah? Well-”
You squeal, feeling ticklish when he nuzzles his stubble on your face.
“Nono, stop!” You giggle.
“Eat up, gumdrop.” He sighs, the feeling of his baby in his arms and eating a proper meal for the first time in days is an incomparable joy. “Two episodes and then it’s bathtime.”
“Ah, boo, Nono!” you whine but it turns back to giggles when he compresses you in his arms.
lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ wc 994
“You there, Angel?”
You shake your head.
It feels strange, like your body isn’t yours, as you hold on tight to your dolls in your hands and see none of the lively sparkle in their eyes you usually do when you’re small.
“I’m broken, Hyuck,” you say with such a lack of emotions that you can’t tell if it’s actually you who is speaking. “I did everything right. I got dressed, I put on the music box, I’m trying to play for God’s sake. And nothing is working still. I feel ridiculous. A grown adult trying to act like a child.” You scoff.
“Hey, stop.” Donghyuck’s firm tone sends a shiver down your spine and you pull away. His shoulders drop when he notices; you’re scared and he’s only making it worse.
“That’s my baby you’re talking about, you know?” He tries again, with a softer tone this time. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are not broken.” He holds your cheek.
“I’m just so tired, Hyuck.” Tears come up and blur your vision. “Everything has been going on for so long at the exact same time and I just- I can’t anymore. I need to just step away from reality for a little bit but I can’t even do that. My brain is just locking me in here in this state of suffering for who knows how long and I have no way of getting out. Not even for an hour.” You sob.
“I know, lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, letting you in turn wrap your arms around his legs from your seat on the floor. “It’s been so much for so long. You deserve a little break. Take a deep breath. Let’s try to let go of all these grownup worries, okay? We can pick them back up later. Come on, Angel, breathe.”
Angel.
Channie called you Angel and you still don’t feel small. The realization makes for more tears to come up but you refuse to let another defeated cry leave you. The denim of his jeans is rough on your face but not rough enough to make you stop using it as a tissue for your tears.
“…okay,” you creak out. “Breathe in. Breathing in…”
“There we go.” Haechan passes a hand over your head, the sensation soothing you somewhat. “And out. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Good job, Angel. Nice long deep breaths.”
You repeat the action several times, following his counts and pushing yourself to feel his jeans under your fingertips and smell the woodsy notes of his cologne to ground yourself.
“Everything sucks,” you say after some moments of silence. “Everything sucks. I didn’t even ask for any of this. I just want to be small,” your voice breaks.
“And you will be.” Donghyuck’s touch is gentle, encouraging you without words to look up at him. The pad of his thumb is warm when it wipes the tears from your face, brushing against your damp lashes. “You will be. I promise.”
“I don’t know what to do, Hyuck. I’m all out of ideas at this point,” you admit.
“How about just trying to feel not sucky?” He scrunches his nose, the most tender of smiles painted on his face. “How about… just drawing a picture? Just one. Doesn’t have to be with crayon or marker like when you’re feeling tiny. It can be whatever you want it to be. Don’t think about being small, just about drawing.”
“…draw what?”
“Hm… what about your dolls?”
When you unwrap yourself from his legs to look at said dolls, it gives Donghyuck the chance to go grab your art supplies. Your dolls don’t have that lively aura you see them with when you’re small but you can almost feel a sort of pity and empathy from them. It reminds you of the type of support your friends give you in their messages despite the country lines separating you.
“And I’ll draw… a car. Jeno’s been getting me into Formula One.” Donghyuck pulls you out of your thoughts when his voice is so close it makes you turn to see he’s taken a seat next to you on the floor. He opens a pencil case right in front of you two and takes a black pencil for himself to begin sketching on some paper.
“Really?” You opt a red pencil.
“Yeah. It’s pretty interesting.” He shrugs.
“But ’s so boring.” You sniffle up some snot from your lightning-fast crying session. You didn’t even cry for that long, how come you can feel your eyes swelling? So annoying. “They just go around in circles.”
“It’s not just that though. There’s—pass me the red? Oh, you have it. No, it’s okay. I can wait—there’s like a ton of beef between them. I like watching the interviews and stuff. It’s like watching basketball or football.” Haechan lets out a groan as he lays on his stomach, resting a cheek on his fist. “That’s really pretty, baby.”
“Y’like it?” You move to mirror him, turning your drawing for him to see better. “Think I’m gonna add some other stuff too.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know yet,” you admit. “Probably you. I always like drawing you. And then… your red car. You can take me and the dollies on a road trip. I like it when we have fun together.”
Affection floods out of Donghyuck, letting out an adoring ‘aw’ as he hugs you, leaving kisses on all the spots he knows won’t lead to a tickle fight.
“So cute! I always have fun with you. My Angel...” he hums into your temple.
“My Channie…” you mutter under your breath, sketching his head four times bigger than the rest.
na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ wc 664
“I’m okay.” You rub your nose. “Just a couple sneezes, Jaem. It’s not a big deal. I can keep studying for a little while longer.”
“You sneezed four times in a row.” Jaemin stands next to your desk chair with his arms crossed. “Do you know what that means?”
“What?” You sigh, knowing he won’t leave until you entertain him.
“You have the plague.”
“The what?”
“The plague.”
“Baby, I don’t have the-” Achoo! “the-” Achoo! “the plague…”
You move your mouse around your screen and click away at it but it doesn’t hide the reflection of Jaemin’s intense stare into your skull. He’s not amused. You spin your chair around.
“I don’t have the plague,” you repeat with a clogged nose, not even convincing yourself this time. “…I just have a little cold.”
“I wonder where you could have gotten that from, hm?” He turns you toward him by the chair’s arms and traps you by holding onto both of them and leaning in until your foreheads almost touch. “Maybe from studying a little too much? From stretching yourself too thin? Pushing yourself past your limits? Hm? Hm? hm?” He turns his head at an angle with each question, being obnoxious about his accurate statements.
“Five minutes.”
“No.”
“I just need to email this professor.”
“No.”
“I have a group project.”
“Good thing you have groupmates, huh? Come on, get off your pretty little butt.” He grabs you from under the armpits, placing your feet on the ground as if you were merely a bag of rice. “We’re playing hospital.”
“No…” you whine with dragging feet the whole time Jaemin guides you to the kitchen, his gentlemanly hand giving you no chance to run as it rests on the small of your back.
“Yes…” He pouts at you as he fills up the syringe with orange medicinal syrup. “Babies need be good and take their medicine when they are sick, okay?”
“Jaemin-” You pull your head the other way, holding his wrist away from you.
“Baby…” he sings, dodging your attempts. “Say ‘ah’, pumpkin.”
Pressing your lips tight doesn’t do anything, the plastic tip of the syringe still slipping in and filling your mouth with bitter medicine that makes a lame attempt at orange flavoring. You shake your head, still rejecting the cold syrup as it goes down, but it does regardless, chilling your throat when it does.
“Bleh!”
“Drink some water, baby.” Jaemin holds up a cup (when did he fill that up?) and you take it as if it were the key to eternal life.
“Taste so icky,” you say with your face scrunched up like a raisin. “Hate it!”
You’re sick and suffering from forced consumption of medicine. Jaemin knows this. Jaemin shouldn’t smile. But he just can’t help it! His baby is finally back after such a long, long time. he thought he was gonna die from BWS (Baby Withdrawal Symptoms).
“Aw…” His hands reach out to hold your face and squish your cheeks together. “Baby doesn’t like medicine? Babies don’t like yucky bitter things. Babies like… sweet yummy things! How about some hot chocolate, lovey-dovey?”
“Chocwate?” you ask with raised eyebrows.
“Hot chocwate.” His nose scrunches as he pinches your cheeks. “Does that sound good?”
“Yeah!” You hop free of his crab claws. “Hot chocolate! Wanna, wanna, wanna!”
“Be careful, sugarplum!” Jaemin laughs, twirling you with such ease it feels as if you were in a dance. “Why don’t you go put something on the TV while I make us the chocolate? Whatever you want, baby,” he says, but you’re already out of the kitchen and looking under blankets and cushions for the remote.
“Spongebob!” You hold it up to the ceiling like it were the sword in the stone.
“Except Spongebob. You know that shrinks your brain.”
“Aw!” You slump but quickly straighten up like a ruler. “Ah- Ah- Achoo!”
zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ) wc 622
“I’m so proud of you.” Chenle pecks your head as you hold his waist from behind. The smells coming from the stove you two stand in front of are nothing if not heavenly. “Pretty, funny, kind, graduated. How’d I bag you?”
“Mmm, I dunno.” You shrug smugly, as you look out the window. A content sigh leaves you as your eyes follow the raindrops that slide down your window. “Must’ve done something good in your past life.”
“Must have,” he hums. “Set the table for me? I’m basically almost done.”
“You got it.” You peck his cheek. “Smells delicious. Jaemin give you cooking lessons while I was gone?”
“I’ll have you know I’m a great cook. I don’t need any cooking lessons. Never have.”
“Ah…” You roll out the placemats with a sarcastic nod.
“But if I did, I would go to Donghyuck.”
“If you did, I would approve. His soups are good.”
“Mine are better.”
“…”
“Right?”
“Sure.”
The music playing from the speakers and lights in the apartment all shut off at once, not even the hum of the refrigerator sounding in the silence, the darkness. The thunder is so close it feels like footsteps. Heavy, angry footsteps coming close. Closer and closer to you.
The power comes back as soon as it left but you can’t seem to recover as fast. You don’t even remember dropping down to hold your knees, and in the dark you didn’t see how many tears came up to overflow from your eyes. Chenle calls out your name but it sounds so distant it doesn’t even register. It feels like you’re running out of oxygen like a deep sea diver falling hopelessly down to the ocean floor.
“Hey,” you take a sharp inhale at Chenle’s warm hands holding your cheeks ground you back to reality. “Hey, the power went out. Everything’s fine. You’re okay. You’re home, you’re with me. Nothing is gonna hurt you here, you hear me? You are safe.”
You almost knock Chenle over from his crouching position when you throw yourself on him, but he reads your body language just in time to catch you. His lips press into your hair, your temples, your shoulders, the softest of touches as you wail into his shirt. His heart breaks at how fragile you seem in the moment, like a porcelain doll with a chip. You sob and babble to the point that Chenle can’t understand what you’re saying. All he can catch is one word.
“Daddy…”
There’s nothing for you to do but cry, Chenle’s learned with time, so he lets you do just that. He lets you cry in his arms there on the floor and when you’re finally willing he attaches you to his hip as he walks around. He wipes your tears with a paper towel and makes sure you get a bottle of water to drink from to rehydrate.
His eyebrows furrow when you turn your head to dodge his spoon, rejecting the meal you were so looking forward to less than twenty minutes ago. This meal which was meant to be a celebration of not just the end of your education but of all your life up to this point. Of your growth, your endurance; of all the stress you put yourself through to come out victorious in the end.
You’re still victorious, he thinks. Even now as you fill up the apartment with tears, he’s so proud of you. His partner, his baby, the strongest person he’s ever met.
“Come on, dollface. Just one spoonful, yeah? Need you to eat,” he tries again.
park jisung (∩˃o˂∩) wc 668
“What’s that giant box?”
“What giant box?” He looks at you on the couch. “...I thought you were napping.”
“I woke up. What’s with that giant box you’re pushing into our house?”
“Oh, this?” Jisung looks down. “It's… a box.”
You blink, irritation in your tight-lipped smile at your boyfriend’s lack of cooperation.
“I know it’s a box, Ji. I'm asking what’s inside the box?”
“Box… stuff…”
“Jisung!”
“That’s not my name!” He whines as he shuts the front door. “My name to you is Ji! Or Baby! Not Jisung! It’s so scary when you call me that...” He sighs. “It was supposed to come before you started your vacation time, while you were at work.”
“Why?” Your eyebrows come together into a questioning frown.
“Because- just- you’ll see soon. Pass me the scissors? Thanks.” He pecks your lips, taking the scissors from your hands and pushing your back away with little force. “Now go. Get! Your surprise will be ready in a minute. Go… brush your dolls’ hair or something. It’ll be super quick.”
“Doll hairs? is it a Little gift?”
“Shoot.” Jisung bites his fist. “...can you just go in the bedroom already? It’s not a Little gift. It’s not.”
The instructions that came in the box of the not-Little gift said construction would only take thirty minutes. Not to fear, with super handyman Park Jisung to the rescue it only took three hours and two people.
“We’re done!” You clap, looking in awe at your brand new play kitchen, pink and wooden and creaky and yours. “Jiji, finish!”
“Yeah.” He sits back on the floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. “We’re finished. D’you like it?”
“It’s so pretty, jiji!” You beam, hugging his head and squeezing the brains out of him.
“I’m glad you like it, bub.” He nods at his work in approval. “You deserve it. Worked so hard recently.”
“Thankie!” You get up quickly, running barefoot into the bedroom to come back with a box of play food in all colors and sizes.
“Make you a lenonade, bubby!” You begin adding ice to a cup and add a lemon to it. “Ice cold lenonade.”
“Oh, I love your lenonade. Thanks, baby.” He takes the cup, making gulping noises and finishing it off with a loud and satisfied ‘ah!’. “Actually, are we playing restaurant right now?”
“Um… yeah!” you decide. “Welcome to my rest’rant! What would you like to order?”
“I would kill for a good burger.” Jisung pats his stomach like a starved man. “I hear you guys have some good ones, is that true?”
“The truest!” You smile. “One burger, comin’ up!”
You turn back to your kitchen and hum to yourself as you place a burger patty on the stove.
“No pans for that?”
“No pans!” You shake your head. “Special burger.”
“Ah, must be.” He mutters behind you.
When it comes to building time, Jisung acts like a to-be-blacklisted customer.
“Could I have no onions in my burger? I’m allergic.”
“No, you’re not.”
“It’s just play pretend, honey.”
“Oh. Then, yes you can, sir! No onions.”
“And no tomatoes please. I don’t like how the seeds get stuck between my teeth.”
“No tomatoes!”
“And could you cut the cheese? It kind of sends me to the bathroom.”
“Ew… okay, no cheese, either!” You toss the slice of play cheese to the side.
“…could you also remove the meat? I’m vegetarian.”
That’s the final straw. No meat? You look down at his ‘burger’: bread, lettuce, bread.
“This is what you want?” You turn to show him his order.
“Oh yes.” He smiles, clasping his hands together in anticipation. “That’s my burger! So tasty. Thank you, shop owner.”
“You’re welcome…” You give him a look. “Ketchup?”
“No thanks.”
“Mayo?”
“Bleh! Pass.”
“…barbeque sauce?”
“Oh, that’s my favorite! Lettuce and barbeque sauce burger, my favorite.” He licks his lips.
“Jiji, ew!” you whine.
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HELP FINDING A MHA DAD FOR ONE FANFIC!!!
(UPDATE: the fic has been found it’s called “Words as Weapons” and it’s finished now!! LINK AT THE BOTTOM)
I’m just gonna list as much as I can remember about it
It was a work in progress with more than 30 chapters I think. (finished with 40 chapters)
The title I THINK either started with a “M” or had one in the word. (NOT EVEN IT WAS A “W” SMH)
Switching POVs; 3rd person i think
It was a My Hero Academia fanfic on AO3 where All for One is Midoriya Hisashi and raises Izuku.
AFO has made Izuku write analysis essays since he was young to challenge his perception of hero society; this also has the added bonus of making him like a wiz in school
At one point he writes a bunch of reports for Nedzu about what happened at the USJ and he and the police both agree that report is so well done it’s professional level good.
AFO gives him quirks and swaps them out periodically
Izuku has an emotion quirk, I believe, that let’s him see emotions as colorful smoky clouds I can’t really remember the others but there might’ve been a minor telekinetic quirk as well.
Izuku still gets OFA. After that, everytime AFO gives him a quirk, OFA “eats it”. I specifically remember a line where AFO’s internal dialogue says “OFA ate them/it”—referring to AFO’s gifted quirks—meaning that AFO couldn’t take quirks from Izuku anymore (since OFA can’t be taken).
Izuku has sort of negative habits he picked up from the way he was raised. He tends to be kinda manipulative and lies about a lot of things (kinda small things) and All Might catches his doing this and kindly asserts that he doesn’t have to be dishonest to achieve certain things.
There’s a chapter where All Might comes over for dinner. He isn’t aware Izuku’s dad is AFO
AFO is like mentally/emotionally abusive or something and gaslights him a lot (i can’t remember for sure but I think that might’ve been a tag as well) and Izuku grows up kind of scared of him but still believes his father loves him.
At the Sports Festival with Todoroki Izuku throws the fight so Todoroki won’t get into trouble at home with his father even though Izuku will end up in trouble for failing as well. This begins their friendship cuz Todoroki realizes Izuku has a bad home life like him.
Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, and Todoroki sit together at lunch at a table by themselves I believe.
Shinsou and Todoroki start to talk to each other without Izuku because they both have concerns about his home life.
At one point Shinsou is over for dinner I think and he gets like all kinds of bad vibes from AFO.
The last part I remember reading was right before the training camp where Izuku’s dad locks him in the basement and he ends up using his quirk to dig his way out. He makes it to the school bus and Aizawa is super concerned cuz he’s covered in dirt. He asks Izuku and then Shinsou if something was wrong but they don’t tell him anything.
And that’s basically all I remember. Thx in advance anything helps but mostly the name lol
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17456519/chapters/41105558
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for certain legal reasons i can't respond to op... so i'll be commenting here! thx xx
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NOT ONLY DID MARCO LEAN FORWARD BUT HE MADE HIMSELF SMALLER.
OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND
HE LOWERED HIS GAZE FROM MARC'S EYES TO HIS BODY.
IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE BC WDYM HSHSAHJASJXJAZAJ
ok let me continue analyzing it
"GET A BETTER LOOK" YES.
HE LEANED FORWARD WITH THE INTENT OF LOOKING AT MARC. JUST MARC.
THE LAST TIMES WE'VE SEEN MARCMARC AT THESE PRESS CONS TOGETHER BEZ HAS REFUSED TO EVEN LOOK AT MARC WHILE HES SPEAKING.
HE'S BEEN CHOOSING TO IGNORE MARC'S EXISTANCE BC WE KNOW HE'S WELL AWARE OF IT YET ACTIVELY DECIDED TO STARE INTO THE CROWD OF REPORTERS.
UNTIL NOW.
nvm i checked the date and im backtracking but what i said still stands...
MARCO DOESN'T CARE THAT MARC REFUSES TO PAY HIM ANY MIND
REFUSES TO CALL HIM HIS NAME.
REFUSES TO GIVE HIM ANY OUNCE OF THE RESPECT, THE ATTENTION, THE PRAISE THAT HE SO OBVIOUSLY CRAVES FROM THOSE AROUND HIM.
MARC INCLUDED.
IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT HE'S VALE'S BOY. DOESN'T MATTER THAT THIS IS THE LITTLE BASTARD MARC MARQUEZ IS TALKING ABOUT BECAUAE BEZ CRAVES HIS TOUCH ALL THE SAME.
give me a second to watch the press con...
ok so i'm at school so my connection is so bad and i keep having to deal w the video buffering but this is what ive seen so far
marco's go-to method is to look at pecco first then marc then turn and look away like he just got caught doing something he isnt supposed to
marc went on about smth (i couldnt hear bc my audio is down so low but it doesnt matter) and the whole time marco was leaned forward either looking at him or around him
when marc mentioned pointing at the sky for his grandfather marco looked at him again
he keeps like catching himself staring when the camera is on him and getting embarrassed then "fixing it" so he's looking literally anywhere else
you know when you can see someone but you dont wanna stare and make it obvious so you try and nonchalantly look over? yeah thats what marco is doing this whole press con.
and even though marc refuses to call him his name, to say marco while bez is so quick to say marc, marco continues to watch him.
like he did in 2015. like he did when he took that picture with marc in qatar. watching from afar, as if marc is this god, unable to be touched, to be dirtied, to be whatever the fuck else i cant think rn i'm doing this instead of classwork
moral of the story, bez puts himsself second and marc third. you cant fake your body language, whether he's leaning forward to hear the questions better or to be more comfortable or whatever he'd say if you asked
his eyes are on marc. and if they arent they're finding their way to marc. even if its just for a fleeting second he's unable to stay away for long.
ty now i have to do college prep work xx
#bai >-<#kats chattin shit#motogp#marcmarc#bezquez#marco bezzecchi#marc marquez#mm93#mb72#im insane#brainrot#thats what this is
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'till we meet again' ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡
- g. suguru x f!reader, g.satoru x f!reader
summary. suguru leaves but he leaves you with more than just a goodbye. w.c. 2436
cw/ tw; fem!reader, confessions, heartbreak, self-destructive!reader, grief
features; g.satoru, g.suguru, i.shoko, f.megumi
an; sometimes i just wish just one person was there for suguru. just ONE :( comments, reblogs, and hearts are always appreciated <3 thx for reading !! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
What did we fight for? What did I fight for? Those questions constantly rang in your head as your life continued after the failed Star Plasma Vessel mission. You're sure it was the same for the other two. Perhaps Satoru knows he has no choice but to keep going. He's so much stronger now that he does everything alone. Group missions became like playdates for him. Maybe Suguru...well Suguru was always more benevolent than your other classmate so you were a little less worried. Suguru was just less rash and more stable, so no one worried about him. And you? You weren't part of the mission and you continued to train so at least your missions won't fail. That's just how it is for jujutsu sorcerers. You were nothing special. Nothing strong like Suguru and nothing unique like Shoko and definitely not a prodigy like Satoru. Your mentality made you all the more weak. You cry easily, you empathize easily, and you were too kind and too forgiving. They tell you girls have to be even stronger to survive as a sorcerer but you couldn't help it. In such a sad and unforgiving world, can't you at least feel as you wanted and forgive as you wanted? Your technique consisted of being able to control anything with your cursed energy--dirt, water, limbs, corpses--anything. The downside was you had to learn how to control each thing separately so you spent your days infusing random things on the field with cursed energy. All the time you spent at Jujutsu Tech training and running mission after mission meant seeing Satoru more often. If he wasn't at a mission, he was back reporting to the elders. Sometimes you'd greet him when you pass each other, you leaving the elders, him just walking in. No matter how worn he looked, he always still gave you a smile which you'd secretly blush about every time you thought about it. You began to look a little more forward to meetings with the elders but your mind was just on Satoru. Sometimes, you made small talk with him. You'd ask if he's eaten or what mission he came back from. Occasionally he'd walk with you to your destination before teleporting back to the elders. All the little things he did consumed your mind. In a matter of months, you were always feeding your little crush on Satoru and the world seemed a little better than before. But that didn't last long.
One day, the news of Suguru mascaraing a village of 100 people and fleeing Jujutsu Tech as a newly announced criminal reached you. All the memories of seeing Suguru around school flooded your brain. His clouded eyes, his forced smiles, and the way his questions got crazier and crazier. Why didn't you check up on him. Why didn't you offer to train with him? You saw all the signs, so why did you just watch him wave goodbye to you each time. Why were you so wrapped up in Satoru that you didn't worry for him too?
First came the shock, then denial, then tears, and then the worry for the rest of your friends. Especially Satoru. You knew, no, every one knew that they were all each other had in this world where only strength mattered. As you expected, Satoru was nowhere to be found and when you saw him on a random day, he walked straight passed you with a blank face. Tight white bandages wrapped around his head but you could tell he had been crying with the redness of his nose. You wanted to stop him and ask if he was alright but by the time you made up your mind he was far behind you.
Days pass and you bump into Suguru in front of a crowded crepe shop. Coincidently, it's the same shop you would bother them into making a stop there before every mission. Suguru smiles and waves and you almost drop to your knees at the sight of him. He says he just saw Satoru and cracks a joke about how he isn't taking it so well. Words can't describe how badly you wanted to run and hug him and cry and apologize. The only thing that chained your feet to the ground was how brightly he smiled. He smiled like he had a purpose, as if he was about to go on an adventure he waited his life for.
He tells you how he saved 2 little girls who were locked away like criminals for being able to see curses. You nod as you hold back tears, your hands clenched into tight fists. There’s relief when you hear about the girls because it means Suguru is still kind. The Suguru you know is still there. Then his next words shattered your already broken heart.
"Take care of Satoru for me 'kay? He pretends he's all that but he's just like you and me. But you know that already. I see how you look at him. I looked at you the same way, you know. Thanks, Y/n. You gave me a reason to hold on for so long."
He last request and his confession made you run to him. Whatever you bought was forgotten by his feet as your hands reached for him. He didn't pull away or reciprocate your hug when your arms wrapped around him. All he did was sigh and place a hand on your head, the action was the last push your heart needed. You started to babble apologies and pleads through your sobs, pulling him tighter, tighter, tighter, until his arms pulled you away from him.
Suguru gives you one last, sad smile. He picks up the crepes and hands it back to you. "Why're you crying so hard? You'll make me feel bad", he laughs. He laughs as if he wasn't leaving you to deal with all this heartache alone. All you could do was stand there as anger, grief, sadness, heartbreak, and self-disappointment enveloped you. All you could do was watch his back as he walked away with an arm waving. Your wails drawn odd gazes from other people but past the whispers and your own crying, you could just make out his last words to you.
"Till we meet again."
That night you cried alone. You could've saved him. You asked yourself if this was how Satoru felt, terribly alone and guilty for letting down someone so dear to him. Satoru. You were so caught up with your crush on him that you didn't notice Suguru's frequent glances in your direction. Or how his eyes saddened when you ran up to Satoru instead of him every time. Or how he'd always be the one walking behind you, assisting you in every mission.
To Suguru, you were the bright sun of his days and the comforting moon of his nights. The way you trained hard to master each random item moved him to keep training. He hated every thing about ingesting the curses and it made him sick more often than not. You'd notice and bring or make him snacks so he wouldn't go on an empty stomach and a bad taste in his mouth. Whenever you passed out from overexerting yourself, he'd reinforce his resolve to get stronger so you wouldn't need to work as hard. Oh and he loves the sound of your giggles. It was truly like music to his ears. The girlish ring and the childish squeals and how you'd double over wheezing with tears in your eyes. He adored it because it was you. He hated every thing about the jujutsu world but for you, he'd fight every sorcerer, absorb every curse, just to make it better for you. Just so you can laugh like that every day without a worry.
You think back to him and suddenly you remembered all the details of your time spent with him. He'd blush when you handed him the cookies you made just for him. He'd offer to go with you on your solo missions even though it meant he had to double up. He did all that and so much more, yet you still failed to notice him. Even leading up to it all, you still didn't reach out, though by then he had long given up his love for you. The loss of Suguru and your shortcomings sent you spiraling. You ignored calls and stayed in your room all day. You barely ate and you stayed up until you physically couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. Shoko would call and text you and you never picked up or responded. Slowly, they faded away from once a day to once a week to once in a while. You would take hour long showers where you sit on the floor and cry until you can't. Some nights you'd think you heard his voice outside calling you but every time you go out, it's just the night silently staring back at you. There are times you go out in search of him but you end up breaking down and dragging yourself back. This went on for months. Eight, if you counted. It was at the end of the last month that Satoru called you. Your crush for him had dissipated from Suguru's absence and you were sure it hit him harder than it did you. The two were like true blood brothers that would live and die by and for each other. When you saw the call, you wonder if Satoru knew about what Suguru said to you. Ah. Suguru's request. No, it wasn't possible for you to take care of Satoru. How could you when he was such a painful reminder of Suguru and when you were decaying yourself. His first call goes by and he calls again. And then again. You tell yourself you'll pick up if he calls just one more time but there was already rapid knocks on your door.
"Y/n. I know you're in there." His familiar voice rings out as he knocks again. You haul yourself out of bed to open the door and there stood Satoru. He was staring down at you, his frown deepening as he took in your appearance. "Ah..sorry you had to see me like this." Your voice was weak and foreign to your ears. You haven't spoken or seen anyone in those months. Satoru walks towards you and you want to shut the door on him but he's slips past you and in the room before you make the decision. He walks around opening the blinds and windows. So he knew you were just holed up in complete darkness for a while. Once he was satisfied with the brightness of the room he sprawls out on your bed. Silence passes and you just stare at him lying on your bed face up. His head turns to face you, his glasses askew and you find yourself looking into his eyes. He's changed. He's changed in the same way you have but he doesn't have the luxury of being able to stand in his sadness. Guilt creeps on your skin. Suguru didn't ask anything else of you but to take care of Satoru. Looks like Satoru's come to take care of you. "You know. He told me to take care of you Y/n" Satoru mumbled, "He told me that you had a heart too kind for our world." A lump builds in your throat and your feet moves on their own. You take a seat next to Satoru's body, your breath shaking as you gathered yourself. "Suguru told me to do the same. For you. He told me to take care of you too." The words quietly slip into the air and Satoru swallows thickly at his name. Silently you hope that his name doesn't become taboo like all the other exiled curse users. At least his name, at least you can say his name and your memories of him to remember him by. The boy next to you looks back up at the ceiling and laughs, "Seems like neither of us listened to him huh." You haven't heard yourself laugh or even let yourself smile since Suguru left. "You're wrong," you think, "You're here taking care of me right now." Satoru's laughs die down and he sits up to turn his body towards you. "It's been hard for you I know but-" "It's been harder for you Satoru." He sits there frozen, making you feel bad that you cut him off. "I-I'm really sorry I-" Satoru pulls you into him, holding you tightly. His exhale is erratic as he strokes your hair. "No..no don't be sorry. I should be the one who's sorry." He knows you and he knew, hell he was warned, that you'd spiral like this but he couldn't bring himself here. Now look at you, all sad and torn but caring about others nonetheless. "I'm sorry," he continues, "I'm sorry for not coming to see you sooner." 'I'm sorry for not coming to see you sooner.' That's what you should be saying. 'I'm sorry for being so pathetic and weak and making you worry about me' is what you think. Nothing, is what you say. Instead you're swallowing your sobs and letting tears flow as you grip Satoru's uniform tightly. He pulls away and wipes your tears with one hand, the rough feeling of his thumb tingles. He coos with a small smile, "Aw look at you. Still such a crybaby." You laugh a little, sniffles following shortly after. He laughs when you laugh. Slowly, the past few months of suffering melt away from you with each exchange with Satoru. Neither of you were fully healed but you both needed each other. Suddenly, Suguru's words echoes in your head. Will you really be able to see him again? Satoru combs his fingers through your hair as he softly talks about what he's been doing the past few months. Past your thoughts you hear about his decisions to be a teacher, the Zenin clan, and this little boy named Megumi. You wonder, will you really be able to see him again? Yes, you think. You trust Suguru. You trust his words. Satoru's finger brushes against your cheek softly and you smile, letting yourself melt into his arms with your head leaning against his chest. The butterflies revive in your stomach with each caress and giggle you share with him.
For now, you'll focus on yourself and Satoru. You’ll get yourself together and get back on missions and training. You’ll work on being a teacher with Satoru and getting Megumi. You’ll keep living every day until the day comes again where he keeps his words to you. Yes. Till we meet again, Suguru.
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OIOIOIIIII, cara essa situação dql groomer lá é bem bizarra, tipo, eu não sei oque dá pra fazer, mas tenta fazer uma denuncia ou um boletim anonimo, ou denuncia em massa sobre esse perfil, até porque ele te ameaçou de doxxing, int por mais que não é confirmado que o groomer consegue vazar seus dados, não é bom duvidar também.
eu espero que você fique bem, parece uma situação bem chata e delicada ! Então não é a melhor coisa fazer todo na hora do desespero, até porque aquele filho da puta ta te acusando de coisas serias, porem eu não acho que elas sejam verdades também, eu acho que o fdp que ta fazendo essas coisas e falando essas merdas provavelmente tá te acusando das coisas que ele mesmo faz, ele deve ser um daqueles esquisitões pedo, não acusando, mas eu não duvido se for realmente isso.
Enfim, espero que você fique bem Asher/Ashr/ Ashes (desculpa nn consegui ler bem seu nome nql descrição de bio TT)
I wrote everything in Portuguese because it is much more easy to formulate the sentences, sorry , it’s bc my English is not very good. I hope you get well!
thx >_< Idk how I’ll file a anon report and stuff but hopefully someone can :’)
Yea i wanna bet he does the same thing honestly
(IRL JACK EHHEHSKHAUEYHEG/j/silly)
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< World Building Prompt - Write A News Report About A Plot Point Within The Story >
TWs Mentions : Gore , bombings , terrorist attacks
Context Needed :
- Entities : Any creature , human , animal , or hybrid breed
- When the sun is out , that is night time
- When the moon is out , that is morning
< SageElephant’s News Reports & Vlogs - BREAKING NEWS : Terrorist Attack Upon The White Stone Museum Within The Prospirul Territory >
( XX / 14 / 2009 )
The White Stone District , Prospirul Territory
Into the evening sunlight , a group of armed entities trespassed onto the museum’s grounds with illegal , altered weapons threatening the lives of the workers and civilians on site . After some altercation and lack of negotiations , they had detonated bombs they placed within and around the museum . They took several hostages , so far , 13 injured , two dead .
The White Stone Museum is a space dedicated to the founder of Magics and Medicine , Madam Gonesky . We had asked for an interview or any comments regarding this tragedy , however Madam Gonesky has declined to comment or interview . Reporters had stated that civilians witnessed the armed group known as The Six place bombs throughout the space . Some civilians were sent to psychiatric facilities due to indescribable hallucinations and delusions .
One entity ( E1 ) had this to say on the matter : “ Yooo , man , that shit was hella fucked up , we not kidding , like. . . They had elemental weapons , right ? But , they did some crazy shit to upgrade them . Lowkey wanna find out where and-or how they made them. . . Please don’t add that . ”
We spoke to one of the entities who was held hostage , what they have to say may disturb some viewers .
Reporter : “ Thx you for having this interview with us , ( E2 ) . So , what happened ? ”
E2 : “ Well , ” ( coughs ) “ I was there with my two kids . We just wanted a nice , calm day out , and I wanted to do something educational so they grow up amazingly in the world. . . When we were in building , the artwork section , sirens went off . Real’ loud ones too , and it scared my kids . We quickly followed protocol and went to the main lobby , but. . . ” ( 15 second pause ) “ That’s when they showed up . ”
Reporter : “ Was the place crowded ? Were The Six there ? ”
E2 : “ Y-Yes . To both. . . ” ( five second pause ) “ Their weapons looked. . . Futuristic . Something out of a fantasy novel almost . They threatened to kill my kids , so I stepped forward to protect them . When they took us hostage , they split up into groups and each group had about two - three people in it . The group I was in went outside , one of the entities saw a way of escape. . . ” ( five second pause ) “ He started screaming once he got about a yard away . The entity collapsed to the floor and was violently shaking after . We watched as one of The Six grabbed the poor entity’s head and crushed it , licking the blood from hands . After that. . . We had no choice but to help the sick bastard set bombs throughout the place . ”
Reporter : “ My Divine , that is awful . But you’re saying you assisted The Six , or one of The Six , in placing the bombs throughout the museum ? ”
E2 : “ Unfortunately , yes . ”
So far , all local and governmental authorities are looking into this case to find the culprits . Volunteers are encouraged to assist in the cleaning of the once sacred space . Further updates will be added in about two weeks time .
Why would The Six destroy such a beloved monument ? Where is their next strike going to be ? Stay tuned for more with the SageElephant’s News Reports & Vlogs .
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Hello, hope your day is going well. 🤗💕
I'd like to request a Roxanne wolf x reader HC where reader has anger issues and Roxy ends up being the chill one in comparison.
Thx if you write it, and regardless I hope you have a lovely day 😌💕
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~𝕽𝖔𝖝𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋 w/a Darling That Has Anger Issues (Headcanons)~
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Thank you, love, I hope you have a lovely day, too :D
Summary: While the reader has trouble managing their temper, Roxy is programmed to deal with such situations, and always keeps her cool.
Warning(s): None
~Enjoy~
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ℜ𝔬𝔵𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣
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~Roxy is programmed to deal with temper tantrums, so she will understand any triggers you have and will always remember it.
~Encourages you out of any situations that could trigger you
~If your frustration ever stems from losing an arcade game, she'll come by and help you beat the level and cheer you on.
~If an employee is rude to you and triggers your anger, she'll make sure to send in a complaint (if the animatronics are even allowed to report the employees)
~Ever feeling frustrated at yourself for being frustrated?
~Roxy comes by to engage you in a fun activity to distract you from it.
~She also gives some good pep talks.
~Roxy also will back off if you need to be left alone.
~Understands if you feel like you're going to snap.
~Roxy doesn't ever treat you like you're some sensitive baby. She treats you how she would anybody else.
~If somebody tries to purposely get a reaction from you, she'll first come by and try to break it up in a calm and cheery manner.
~But if they keep pushing your boundaries and harassing you, she'll call an employee over to take care of it.
~She's very good at chilling out with you and helping when needed.
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Thinking about the way I was treated by my own vocational specialist (i forget how that anon worded it, but that what they called him in the practice i go to) got me thinking. Do you think there's a specific unwillingness to understand... how to phrase this... the type of people psychiatrists would label as "mentally unstable" in some form or another? My psych asked me how much weed I smoked during a session and I found out that in his report he wrote "6 bowls." Now don't get me wrong, I'd find that to be a lot... if it were true. I said I smoked six times a day and he asked what I smoked out of, to which I correctly responded: "A Bowl." He asked no other clarifying questions. In the sessions afterward he minutely focused on why I smoked so much weed, instead of on the symptoms I was reporting. He asked if I felt dizzy and lightheaded, I responded "Well yeah, but that's because of the POTS diagnosis right?" (They were side effects of the medication I was taking- as I'd later come to find out. Thx webmd my beloved) He said I should stop smoking so much weed. I tried to explain that weed was the only thing that took the edge off my chronic pain. He said I should take over the counters, even though with the meds he prescribed me even an NSAID could kill me. I dunno, I didn't mean to dump all over your inbox, but I just feel there's this... commitment to misunderstanding people in need in the "mental health industry." And another question I might pose would be: "Why do we vilify self-medication with now legal substances when pharmaceuticals fail so much of the time?" (Also I got off that medication and am doing much better now that's it's Finally out of my system.)
That's what most of the clinical psych PhD students I came up with were like: zero life experience, rich, predominately white, predominately private school kids, acutely uncomfortable with drugs, disability, or difference, so judgemental the one girl in their program with tattoos got ostracized, assured of their own authority to issue judgement, deeply invested in the godliness of the pathology model, and only aware of real-world issues in the terms of what they had seen on Law and Order SVU. That was how they were when they entered the program. Their clinical training didn't make them any better. Theirs is a population that speaks for the prejudice of the near-highest and most isolated and naive (violently naive!) sectors of society. Glad you got away from it.
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Hey OOC? I'm not going Anon for this, just know that i'm the one asking as the skeleton brothers; but if your in the Dandy's world community thing, or have your DM's on, it's probably best to turn those off. There have been NSFW bots posting, well, things from the hub. It's horrible and disgusting. So i'm just here to warn you. Be safe, alright? I'm already traumatized. If you do see one of these, block them,and report them. Be safe, alr?
Thanks for letting me know but I am so used to bots like that its an autoblock and report spam im so used to it+I am still in the act of being harassed thru dms and ive left them open anyways~
Ill be on the lookout tho and if it gets extreme I will thx for the notice!/ooc
#Ill keep watch#thanks for letting me know#dandys world#dandys world glisten#glisten#glisten dandys world#ooc post
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what do you think of captain morales?
... u mean my dad?
well, i think hes on my ass a lot, but also ik hes just tryna make sure i dont make the same bad decisions he does. i also know that iiiii havent been as communicative w him as i shld be, and that we kinda tend to blow up at each other when we fight, anddd.... yk sometimes i wonder if he knows how proud i am to be his son, how much i appreciate everyth hes done for me.
like does he know i'd defy fate over and over and over again just to keep him safe? or is he just focusing on the door slams and ruined cakes and absent sch days and b's on my report card?
wow
ok that was
awful
pls dont make me spill my guts online anymore thx
#𑁍: gnna have me crying on a sch night#𑁍 ¡a su servicio!#Ella34435#atsv#spiderman roleplay#rp#marvel roleplay#miles morales#miles morales rp#roleplay#spiderverse#atsv miles#across the spiderverse#atsv miles morales#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman#spiderman atsv#marvel rp#spiderman: across the spiderverse#rp blog#spiderman rp#roleplay blog#atsv rp#atsv roleplay
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Hiya! I don’t usually make these post but unfortunately I have to. A moot of mine, which she’s pretty well known in RnM tumblr, @fandomwe1rd0 ‘s edit got stolen and reposted. I peacefully ask them to delete it and take it down but they claim it was their edit. It seems like they stole other edits as well other than hers :/
TikTok username who stole her edit is: FIZZYYYY🍖🌈 (just..a.fictional..ship)
Both side by side. NOTE: @fandomwe1rd0 edit is posted hours before the other accounts. Both are uploaded one day ago so the comparison is super hard
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Another example:
If you have TikTok: Pls politely tell them that stealing isn’t right and to delete the post- which is hard. It’s self explanatory tbh- If they talk back, honestly just report them- just use a little of your time for this situation. It’s not worth hours or days.
Hopefully the edit issue would be solved. I never really went to a situation when someone’s creation was stolen from two DIFFERENT social medias account.. And TikTok seems to have a ton of things stolen/reposted- Someone who put effort in their edits shouldn’t deserve it to be reposted and claimed by someone else.
Anyways pls pls check out @fandomwe1rd0’s other edits and creations! ✨
Thx you all for reading this and if you can repost this, that will be neat!
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another trip looking for the sun
happy bday to the loml <3 thx all for reading ShikatemaMonth24 - Birthday + Skip the Meeting
Read here on AO3
“Nara-san, have you seen the Hokage?”
Shikamaru looked up from his work, frowning. “Why?”
The Chuunin shifted the tall pile of scrolls in her arms, the top one teetering dangerously. “I just got these from the civilian council, they need these reviewed as soon as possible.”
“The Hokage’s out on an urgent matter.” Shikamaru said, putting away his own report.
He stood up. “I’ll handle it.”
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The door to the Hokage’s office opened, letting Shizune pop her head in. “Shikamaru? Why are you in here?”
“Just putting away some scrolls.” Shikamaru stood on the outside of the second desk in the office, clearing it off. “Do you need something?”
Shizune leaned in further, looking around the room. “Oh, the Sixth isn’t here? It’s almost time for the meeting with the elders.”
Shikamaru frowned and furrowed his brow. “But that’s not supposed to be until next week.”
“I just got a message that they’re pushing it forward.” The older woman sighed. “You know how they are. It’s alright, I’ll go back and tell them-”
“No, no, don’t. It was troublesome enough to arrange in the first place.” He interrupted, grabbing a file from on top of the Hokage’s desk. “I’ll go.”
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Yurito was waiting in the hallway just outside the meeting room.
Shikamaru frowned. “What’s going on now?”
His assistant shifted nervously. “Sorry Shikamaru-san, I know you said to stall all mission requests, but...”
Shikamaru’s frown deepened as Yurito laughed nervously. ”There’s a group of jounin senseis outside your office demanding C-rank missions for their new teams.”
“What the- why?”
”It sounds like their teams are harassing them so they’re harassing us.” Yurito shrugged helplessly. “I tried stalling as much as I could, sir, but they threatened to let their genin loose on us, and I don’t exactly want to find out what that means.”
Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck, suppressing a groan. He sighed. “I’ll take care of it.”
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“I don’t think Kakashi-sama will appreciate you using his office as a smoking room.”
“Then maybe,” Shikamaru drawled, “he shouldn’t have gone and left me the keys to this place.”
“Didn’t you take those from him?”
Shikamaru flipped him off, not bothering to open his eyes even as he heard Sai take a seat nearby. He was comfortably draped over the Hokage’s chair, his legs and ponytail dangling off either side. A steady stream of smoke exited his nose as his lips firmly gripped a new cigarette. A couple other butts littered the floor beneath him, a mess he would clean much later when he was well and done relaxing.
“It seems like the Hokage takes one little trip and everyone forgets protocol.” Sai observed out loud.
”Tell me about it.” Shikamaru complained, rubbing his face with his free hand. “Why the hell do I have twelve genin wanting C-rank missions? We don’t even have C-ranks right now, it’s either village errands or the goddamn S solos we have to go on.” He sat up slowly and swung his feet back on the floor, grumbling. “They should just go wreak havoc on their own like we did.”
“Somehow, I don’t think Kakashi-sama would like that either.”
“Sai.” He groaned loudly. “Shut up.”
The former Root shinobi watched Shikamaru pick up the used stubs, half-heartedly sweeping the fallen ash away. The office was just back in order when Sai said. “Sorry for doing this, on today of all days, but I have one more task for you. Do you remember those Union files on Amegakure?”
Shikamaru looked up, his brow furrowed by the odd apology from his already-odd friend. “What do you mean- wait, no, don’t tell me-”
“ANBU needs the intel for a mission the day after tomorrow. However, either those scrolls have been very poorly stored, lost, or, in a worst case scenario, destroyed.”
“This is such a drag...” Shikamaru closed his eyes wearily. “Is it too soon to retire?”
Sai smiled. “Please help me.”
“You’re kidding me.” Shikamaru roughly shoved another pile of scrolls back onto the shelf. “Fifteen Chuunin work on this floor, and not one of them can properly store one scroll?”
Further down the same aisle in the archive room, Sai put back his own pile, albeit much less aggressively. Almost an hour later, the duo hadn’t made any progress, though, to Shikamaru’s chagrin, they had re-filed a fair amount of scrolls into their correct spots.
He fell back on his hands with a loud sigh. “And here I thought today’s problems were almost over... Kakashi sure picked a perfect day for a vacation.”
Shikamaru stared mournfully out the nearby window, the clouds mockingly drifting past.
It looked like it was going to be another day of all work and no play.
He got to his feet, not bothering to dust himself off. With the state of the archival office, he didn’t want to bother sifting through the chaos of the other floors, and that left him with only one option.
“Let’s go, Sai. We wasted enough time here. I’ll just give you whatever I have on Ame.”
Sai raised his eyebrows. “We’re going to your apartment? What about the meeting we have with Ibiki?”
“Yeah, we’re skipping it. And if we don’t leave now, someone else might find me with another troublesome mess.” Shikamaru muttered as he massaged the back of his neck.
They took the streets back to Shikamaru’s apartment, neither finding their current situation urgent enough to warrant jumping across roofs. The young Commander gave a rundown of the information to be expected from his personal study.
“I’ll add what I remember and you can take my reports with you. Combined with whatever Kakashi-sensei can tell you tomorrow, that should be enough for the ANBU.”
“You have copies of everything?”
Shikamaru shrugged, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. “Not everything, but since I’m Chief of the Union, I have doubles of my meeting notes, in case they get passed around. Temari’s kind of a stickler about that sorta stuff - transparency and all.”
Sai suddenly let out a little laugh. “I see - Sakura did mention you were trying to take all the missions to Sunagakure.”
“She’s telling people that? How troublesome...” Shikamaru huffed, rubbing the back of his head as his ears turned pink.
They were nearing the apartment building when Shikamaru bothered to explain. “It’s not like I get much vacation time. I was able to go for a visit last month, but with the way the Tower was running today, and my clan and the Union work... I’ll be lucky if I get to see her again this year.” He finished with a scowl.
While hearing him complain wasn’t exactly uncommon, it was rare to see his mood devolve from impassive to irritable so obviously and vocally. The absence of the Hokage, though temporary, was putting a strain on Shikamaru’s already heavy shoulders.
On the stairs up to the second floor, Sai offered, neither helpful nor malicious. “It’s a good thing then that no one knows your true reason to visit Suna is copulation. Somehow I feel like that request would be denied.”
Grimacing, Shikamaru shook his head and sighed. “Sai…”
He opened his door and the other shinobi stepped inside, both taking their shoes off at the front step.
“It should be in my study, come in.” Shikamaru motioned with his head. “But hey, is someone here...?”
He flicked on the light, only to have a dozen people suddenly jump out and yell. “SURPRISE!”
Shikamaru stumbled back, nearly hitting Sai. “What the-” He did a double-take as he saw him smiling, a tad more genuine than normal. “You…”
“Apologies, Commander,” Sai chuckled. “Those documents were safely filed away last week.”
Shikamaru had no more time to complain about the troublesome chase he’d been taken on that day, because Naruto looped an arm around his neck, pulling him forward.
“C’mon, Shikamaru! Don’t tell us you seriously forgot it’s your own birthday!!”
He looked around his apartment, seeing all his old friends, from Chouji to Shino to Lee. Even Konohamaru and his team were there. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling slightly. “It… might have slipped my mind.”
“‘Cause you work too hard, man.” Kiba tutted. “You just turned 20; time to have some fun!”
There was a call from the small kitchen that sounded a lot like Ino, and in response, his friends were quick to herd him further into the living room of his own apartment.
From the kitchen, the song started. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.”
Then, Shikamaru turned to see the most beautiful sight.
The girls came out, already singing. And at the center, holding a large cake covered in candles, was the one he thought about everyday.
Temari looked up through her eyelashes, her teal eyes shining as she slowly brought the cake over to him. “Happy birthday, dear Shikamaru, happy birthday to you~”
Completely thrown off by his girlfriend’s surprise appearance, Shikamaru had to be reminded by an elbow to blow out the exactly twenty candles.
As the others cheered, he quickly looked around for a surface so he could free her hands. For once, he was glad when Ino appeared out of nowhere, already elegantly twirling away with the cake and everyone’s attention.
While his friends made a ruckus about the Akimichi-made dessert, Shikamaru only had eyes for the woman in front of him. Temari smiled, and he didn’t hesitate to pull her into the tightest of hugs.
Her feet left the ground as she threw her arms around his neck and he wished he could hold on to her forever. When he had to set her back down, though, he kept her as close as he possibly could.
Temari’s hands ran up and down his shoulders, like she couldn’t believe either that the distance between them had reduced from hundreds of miles to a few inches.
Shikamaru could barely manage out a full sentence. “How- What are you-! Did you know about all of this?”
“Who do you think put that whole distraction together?” Temari grinned, her sea green eyes dancing.
He couldn’t hold himself back and leaned down to meet her with a heated kiss, crushing his lips against hers. She reciprocated the intensity immediately, her fingers digging into his back. Shikamaru felt his entire body buzzing - of course it had been her masterminding everything, no one else could have predicted his reaction to Sai’s request the way she had. She knew him and his habits front and back.
Only when the need for air win did they pull apart, barely, their faces a fraction apart. “Did you make a wish?” Temari asked.
“Don’t need to,” Shikamaru shook his head softly, his gaze locked on her smile. “It already came true.”
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