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↬ summary: nanami kento tries to be the perfect husband and father but when a tough night fighting curses ends badly it results in nanami snapping at his daughter.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: nanami x female reader; hurt/comfort; nanami has a daughter; domestic drama; being a jujutsu sorcerer is hard; momotarō is a famous Japanese folk tale :c ↬･ wc: 3,383
↬ notes: hi, everyone! I'm currently not really active at the moment so please don't feel disheartened if I haven't been responding to your messages or tagged posts. I'm taking a small break and only coming online for a bit to catch up on some messages, read fics or queue posts. I'll be back to properly posting and interacting soon but in the meantime I wanted to share that I finished up this draft over the weekend. I was actually debating if I should post this but then just decided to go for it! sending all my love xx
nanami’s head is heavy, completely clouded with despair, and it tints his brown eyes a shade of murky gray. the walls of his beautiful home feel narrow, almost claustrophobic, which explains why he’s struggling to catch his breath right now. stepping into the hallway, he instinctively peeks into the dining area to find you and his daughter eating dinner together. she’s sitting on the chair, her legs far too short to even touch the ground, holding a half eaten onigiri between her small hands. you are by her side, sneakily tidying up after her as you brush away the stray beads of rice trickling onto the table.
a little glow blooms in nanami’s heart at the sight of you both but there is a vicious creature residing in the pit of his stomach that veils the bright light away.
he quietly takes off his jacket, his bruised fingers loosening the tie around his neck. he clears his throat before announcing with exhaustion to you both that he’s finally home.
your eyes meet his, the muscles on your face falling immediately. he can practically feel the blood rushing through your veins as worry washes over you. the reaction makes his chest uncomfortably tight, but he knows that he can’t hide his expressions around you like he used to.
you both move together so fluidly now, like a single body of water that ebbs and flows to its own natural current.
he escaped the night’s fight with a few cuts and a couple of bad bruises, but there is currently a student on shoko’s table who barely made it through. the young man arrived at jujutsu tech only a couple of weeks ago, but his naive and charismatic qualities turned into fatal flaws in the world of sorcery.
he bit off more than he could chew by trying to take on a special grade curse.
shoko promised nanami that she would heal the boy, but admitted there was only so much she can do in regards to the aftermath of his injuries. the sorcerer couldn’t bare to leave him behind, but gojo refused that he stay and insisted that he return back home to his pretty wife and adorable daughter immediately.
“I’ll handle things from here,” is what his superior said, while nanami’s guilt climbed up his throat.
that student was his responsibility...
...and he failed him entirely.
“papa’s home!” his daughter chirps. the pitch of her voice ringing in nanami’s ears to pull him back to the present and far away from the scene where life and death were dancing together in a tango. “papa, look, look...mama and I made onigiri!”
her feet bounces up and down, and there’s a touch of a pink against her cheeks when her mouth stretches into a beaming grin. the innocence in her eyes makes nanami falter and he can feel himself falling deeper into the abyss. for a minute he resents himself for selfishly bringing such a beautiful thing into this world, only to gamble with the fact that she may potentially be in his shoes one day.
he begs for that outcome to never happen, beseeches whatever higher power above him that exists to spare her from this life. she should never have to go through this, never have to experience these heartbreaks that only wither a person down.
“I can see that,” nanami replies in a low voice before shifting his attention to his feet.
right now, he can’t stomach an ounce of her purity, and it radiates around her like a halo. she's so unbothered by his presence, so completely unaware of the sudden change in the atmosphere around her...
“we made tuna, salmon, and veggies...” she babbles on.
“how nice...” nanami curtly interrupts, before anxiously running his fingers through the strands of his messy blonde hair.
“which one do you want, papa?” she questions eagerly, pointing her sticky hands at the plate to show off the selection of triangles.
“sweets,” you interject just as nanami turns on his heel to walk in the other direction, “how about we finish up eating our dinner, and we can save some for your daddy tomorrow...”
“nooo!” she whines far too loudly, which forces nanami to stop dead in his tracks. he glances over his shoulder to see her puffing out her bottom lip with disappointment, “you said...you said we make it so we eat together!”
she’s only six.
she can’t perceive that her father is struggling to hold himself together. deep down inside nanami knows that, but it isn’t enough to keep his cool. he doesn’t know why his daughter’s insistence causes him to pinch the front of his brows with annoyance or why he shoots a frustrated look in her direction.
he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly picturing shoko calling the student’s parents to deliver the news that the man who was supposed to protect their child was unsuccessful in his duty.
he doesn’t know why he feels at fault for everything that happened, even though the circumstances of the events were completely out of his control.
he doesn’t know why he’s imagining himself on the receiving end of a very similar call, or why he can’t stop picturing his precious daughter on that table instead…
all of this pummels into him, and the monster emerges out from it’s cave.
“be quiet and stop making such a fuss.”
his voice comes out sharper than expected, and the expulsion of his frustration allows him to see the crystal clear picture before him.
the room is dead silent.
your face is in full shock at the hissing tone of your sweet husband snapping at his darling baby girl who he only ever speaks to with a gentle voice.
what truly unravels nanami is the look that his daughter is giving him - her angelic features are sullen, but her eyes remain wide with surprise. her bottom lip is slack, and the only sound he can hear is her uneasy breathing. her eyes, the most beautiful gems in existence, twinkle as tears begin to form and she tries to quickly blink them away before turning her attention back to her plate.
nanami doesn’t know he managed to stop time itself but the three of you remain frozen in place.
he regrets his words immediately.
he wants nothing more than to pull his precious girl close into his chest and smother her with apologies. the part of him with sense tells him to follow through and make things right with her, but instead he begrudgingly continues to wallow in his own self pity as he walks over to his room.
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the house is unusually quiet now, the music of domestic joy morphing into hushed murmurs and whispers outside your room door. you settle your crestfallen daughter into her bedroom before moving to check on your husband next.
fresh out of the shower, nanami is seated on the edge of the bed with his exhausted eyes pressed firmly into the palms of his hands. he exhales a heavy breath, his dirty work clothes still piled just outside the bathroom, and your heart nearly collapses seeing him in such a state of disarray.
you kneel before him, two hands sliding across the soft material of his sweats as you brush them along his thighs before carefully bringing them up to circle around his wrists.
“kento?”
he allows you to pull his palms away but your throat constricts when a band forms tightly around your neck. you swallow the lump with an upturn of your brows as you are greeted with red, exhausted eyes. you cup that handsome face in your hands, your thumbs sweetly motioning back and forth across his cheeks as you try to soothe the tension away.
after all this time together, it hurts you to see that he still tries to hide his tears. nanami constantly holds himself to the highest standard, always ensuring that he can solidify himself as the rock for you and your daughter to depend on through thick and thin. it’s so rare for you to see him crack, to watch him crumble under the overbearing weight of the things that he is burdened to carry.
“you had a rough night,” you point out in a low, sympathetic voice and he simply just nods his head in acknowledgement.
his eyes flutter close again when you lean forward to press a tender, reassuring kiss on his brow. “you want a talk about it?”
the way his voice shakes makes you shiver, but you tentatively listen as he relays the events of the night before finally concluding that satoru called him only a few minutes ago to reassure him that the student in question is alright.
“he lost an eye, but at least he’s alive...” he concludes somberly, the warble in his final statement prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a protective hug.
nanami receives it with gratitude, strong arms circling around your waist as he buries his nose into the crook of your shoulder and breathes in.
your scent is a reminder of his permanent sanctuary.
a safety, a reassurance of home.
you stroke his blonde locks between your fingers until he exhales, "i'm so sorry," he breathes, "I...I didn't mean to snap like that..."
a tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you unravel yourself to cup his jaw into your palms once again. "I appreciate the apology, but I don't think I should be on the receiving end of it..." you hint sweetly.
nanami closes his eyes guiltily. "I'm a horrible father."
you click your tongue with disappointment, your face falling as your disapproval pinches between the space of your brows.
"you're just human," you remind him defensively, "you're a wonderful father, the best man that our daughter can look up to"
"did you see the look on her face?" he replies, his voice unnaturally small. the tender expression he gives you is filled with regret, and it's enough to make your heart ache all over again.
"kento," you contend, "don't do this to yourself. we're both going to have days where we mess up, but that doesn't mean that the problem can't be fixed."
you thread his hair between your fingers, like your brushing through rays sunlight. "she's waiting for me to read her a bedtime story," you explain, "but I'm sure she would rather be with you instead..."
"I doubt that," your husband replies as he reaches for your hand to kiss the inside of your palm.
"we will always love you, kento," you answer back, "unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"
he didn't even know how desperately he needed to hear that, for your certainty to remedy away all his sorrows, until they actually left your lips.
your husband's throat tightens, tears pricking his eyes once more but he hides them away when he leans in to seek out a kiss from the woman whose heart he deeply adores.
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nanami leans his shoulder against the frame of his daughter's room. his heart patters lightly, making him realize that he might actually be nervous. it's strange, he thinks, that he would feel hesitant to approach his own child considering that he was her guardian but nanami had never allowed his professional life to fracture into his personal one like this before.
she's seated on the floor next to a pile of books and her stuffed rabbit secured tightly underneath her arm. there's a warmth in his chest when when he makes note of the soft toy, because he purchased that himself the day she was born and the pair have been inseparable ever since.
he clears his throat, bringing his scuffed knuckles to gently knock on the door.
"my love?" he calls out to her.
his daughter perks up, her breathing changing slightly as it rises and falls with a hint of apprehension. she glances over her shoulder to see him.
"where's mama?" she asks, her question shattering the man into a million pieces at her subtle dismissal.
"taking a shower," he answers cooly, "but I'm here to get you ready for bed..."
her lovely eyes refuse to lock into his own, and she simply tucks her lip between her bottom teeth to avoid giving nanami a reply.
she looks so much like him when he was a child. he remembered when his parents used to scold him too, and how he would also hide away in his room. the only difference is that nanami's parents were far more traditional - a time where elders were never submissive to young hearts.
"may I come in?" he requests politely, ensuring that his daughter knew she had a choice if she wanted to speak to him.
her nostrils flare slightly while she considers him, but to his relief she nods her head eagerly.
nanami steps into her room, always feeling largely out of place amongst her things. "did you find a story for bed?" he asks.
she again quietly nods her head and picks up her favorite book; a compilation of japanese folktales with beautiful illustrations. you both have been reading one for her each night ever since she got it it as a present from her grandparents.
he crouches on his knees to meet her at eye level. "you've really been enjoying this one, haven't you?" he carries on, hoping to coax more words out of her.
“yeah,” she replies in the same mousy voice of uncertainty. she shifts her attention away when she stands on her feet, clutching onto the stuffed bunny tightly while her other hand swings the book by her side.
“and what tale are we reading tonight?”
she shrugs her shoulders with indifference, a hint of pink blushing her cheek. “I dunno. I…I can just until mama is ready…”
nanami visibly slumps. her rejection an entirely new painful experience that he's never endured before. he scratches the back of his head anxiously, finding himself at a loss for words. the seconds pass, an awkward bubble surrounding both father and daughter. it’s only broken when nanami exhales a sigh, and reaches his hands towards her waist to draw her into his frame.
“darling,” he addresses tenderly, “can you look at me?”
“no, you were mean…” she blurts out, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
nanami’s heart sinks.
that’s the first time he’s ever heard those words from her lips.
“I know,” he murmurs shamefully.
her mouth forms into a tiny button of a pout but she meets his eyes for the first time as he acknowledges his behavior.
nanami arches forward to kiss her forehead, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I’m so sorry if I upset or scared you”
she fidgets with the book in her hand. “did you not want onigiri?” she asks, her innocence tugging the corners of her father’s lips into a small grin.
“it wasn’t the onigiri, my love,” he reassures, “daddy just…had a bad day at work…”
“why was it bad?”
nanami sighs once again.
she still doesn’t know that he’s a sorcerer. you’ve both reduced his position to her by simply explaining that nanami “helps and protects people".
thankfully your daughter doesn’t pry too hard to ask any further questions.
“someone I know got hurt. so, daddy was a little shaken up when he came home…”
"shaken up?"
"scared, my love"
his daughter shakes her head in disbelief, “nu-uh, you never get scared, papa” she rebuts.
nanami huffs out a laugh, flashing her a full grin now as he brings his fingers to his chin to to ponder her sweet statement. he quirks his brow and cheekily replies, "we can't all be brave like you," in an attempt to lighten the mood.
his daughter narrows her eyes towards his hand, her mind instantly distracted with other things already. "you got hurt too papa!" she gasps, dropping the bunny by her side to point at his knuckles.
nanami glances at his fingers covered in red marks.
"wait!" she exclaims as she places the book by his side. "I have something!"
she spins on her heel and rushes towards one of her drawers. meanwhile, nanami just takes her in with his love soaked eyes, watching as she rummages through her stuff with determination until she scurries back his way.
"got it!" she squeaks with a smile, and to his surprise she jumps right into his arms with such nonchalance it nearly make him crumble on the spot.
your voice echoes in the back of his mind: "we will always love you, kento. unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"
"mama bought it for me," she explains, regaining her father's attention once more.
nanami rests his cheek on her shoulder, and inhales her powdery scent as he keeps one arm warmly secured around her waist. he watches her peel off the plaster of the band aid, lbefore grabbing his hand and placing it unevenly over his knuckles.
"now a kiss!" she adds, as she brings his hand to her mouth and exaggerates a loud "mwah" sound for emphasis. "mama says the kiss is what makes it all better"
nanami instantly feels significantly better from this remedy of love. he extends his digits out, and looks at the hot pink "hello kitty" band aid that now rests comfortably on his knuckles.
"thank you, my darling," he coos and peppers her cheek with a few kisses before turning her to face him once again. "you made me feel a lot better"
she flashes him an equally large smile in return, showing off her missing teeth.
"I did?"
nanami chuckles as he scoops her up in his arms to give her a well deserved bear hug. she laughs as he stands on his two feet, and sheds away any lingering thoughts of apprehension that may have stuck.
"you always do," he reassures, his soul vibrating back to life when he feels her return his embrace. “you think you can forgive me for how I spoke earlier?”
“yeah,” she confirms and squeezes him just a little tighter. "I love you lots, papa"
"oh, my angel," he hums, "you have no idea just how much I love you too..."
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after winding down from your evening pampering session, you decide to pass by your daughter's room to check on your little family. you peer through the cracked door to find nanami spread out on your daughter’s bed, with your daughter curled into side and her head resting on his chest.
“did I come from a peach too like momotarō?” you hear her ask, but your heart flutters at the sight of your husband’s pearly whites.
you’ll never get over how much you love seeing him smile with such genuine emotion.
“no,” you hear nanami reply calmly, his finger lightly holding the page open. “you remember your mother explaining how you used to live in her stomach first?”
“oh yeah,” your daughter replies with a hint of disappointment over the fact that she was not birthed from a piece of fruit as mentioned in one of her favorite folk tales.
“shall I carry on?”
“uh-huh,” she answers and she readjusts her position to get even more comfortable. "I think if we look hard enough we might find momotarō..."
"you think so?" your husband wonders with honest curiosity.
"I know so, papa!"
"how many peaches do you think we need to check?"
"hmmm," she mumbles, "maybe a million?"
"a million?" your husband dramatically replies, "that's a lot of peaches don't you think,"
"I mean, it's less than a billion..." she responds quite matter of factly.
you catch his gaze from between the door that’s ajar. his expression fully relaxes, and you smile knowingly in his direction at the sight of father and daughter making up.
“papa?” his daughter questions upon his sudden silence, but your husband keeps his focus on you as he hums in acknowledgement before replying, "you're not wrong, but it'll still be quite a challenge to cut through a million peaches..."
"we might need some help," your daughter adds on.
you blow him a secret kiss as to not interrupt further, and quietly close the door before heading back to your bedroom.
#[peach is away.💌]#[peach queues.🧡]#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami x female reader#nanami x ofc#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento angst#nanami angst#nanami hurt/comfort#jujutsu kaisen angst#nanami fluff#jujutsu kaisen fan fiction#jjk fluff
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ok ada….. idk if this would fall under extreme bdsm for u so if it does feel free to let me know or just delete this, i won’t be offended either way dw 🫶 but how do u feel abt pussy pumps….?
gonna be honest when i say i had to look it up and now i can't stop thinking abt how it would start as such an "innocent" thing 😭 like if you told taehyun you weren't feeling as good as usual, and it's not his fault at all, it's all you, he'd start researching IMMEDIATELY (such a sweet nerd bf) gets one for you and tells you it'll make you more sensitive- it's SUPPOSED to, at least- and your boyfriend watches you squirm just a little while it's working, can't help getting more than a little turned on 😳 , you hissing through your teeth as soon as you decide you're done and he touches you just slightly, poor sensitive pussy twitching when his finger just barely brushes your entrance, and he has you crying on his cock in seconds when you finally let him fuck you, nails pressing marks and scratches at his skin and he's barely moving :(( and how fucking good you feel once you orgasm cements one thing to the both of you: this is not going to be just a one time thing.
#ada answers 💌#adas hard hours#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#taehyun hard thoughts#taehyun hard hours#taehyun smut#peach <3#very experimental if you ask me
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Slippers with Bob and Peach? I can see these two being so cute and snuggly on a snowy morning
Let’s just hope that Bob actually makes it home safely so that he can enjoy sweet moments of domesticity like this! 👀
There was nothing that Bob loved more than slow and easy mornings at home. He’d always been a quiet man, a man who preferred the simpler things in life, but ever since the war, he’d come to cherish even more deeply the beauty of the mundane.
Take this morning, for example. Snow had been falling steadily since last night, the white frost sparkling on the bedroom windows and filling the house with an otherworldly kind of hush, the kind of stillness that you could only experience on a winter morning such as this one. Rolling over in bed, Bob smiled at the sight of you lying beside him, your long lashes resting against your cheeks, your chest rising and falling steadily, your rosy lips parted ever so slightly as you slept. He could spend all morning just basking in the wonder that was you.
You seemed to have a sixth sense for when he was awake, however. Shifting onto your side, you slowly blinked your eyes open, a sleepy smile gracing your beautiful face when you saw that he was already up and watching you.
“G’morning,” you mumbled through a yawn, giggling softly when your husband leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Good morning,” Bob whispered back, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek reverently.
“It’s still snowing,” you commented in surprise, lifting your head to look over his shoulder at the windows.
“Mhm, I’ll go out to shovel soon,” he nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling your neck.
“Oh no, not yet,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. “Let’s have coffee and pancakes first,” you added with a laugh.
“Now there’s a swell idea,” Bob grinned, planting a kiss on your lips before sitting up and pushing the blankets back. When he saw you shiver slightly at the sudden chill, he jumped out of bed and slipped his feet into the new slippers you’d gifted him for Christmas, the expensive ones you and your sister had spotted at the department store.
Before you could even swing your legs over your side of the bed, Bob was kneeling down with your own slippers in hand, the ones he had purchased for you as part of your Christmas present. “Here you go, Peach,” he chuckled, slipping them on your feet and then reaching for your robe and sliding it over your shoulders.
“Why, thank you, Bobby,” you grinned, rewarding him with a kiss before the two of you walked hand in hand towards the kitchen.
Yes, there was truly nothing Bob loved more than mornings at home with you.
January OTP Prompts
#bob floyd#bob floyd x reader#bob & peach#letters to my love 💌#bob drabble#lewis pullman#january writing prompts
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「Tsundere girl Airi!」
🍑 → " Hiiii I'm not new to the editing Community I'm Riri I use Idol/Idols!,anyways you have seen me on id-smiles (now archived) and ichika-h0shino (Now deleted) and Akiemuletter and I was wondering if I can have a promo! "
@rosendoru @wuvrevue @idolsignal @cuteshii @gloombears @ghostshrouds @kiochisato @cherryshh @deatharcanas @virtual-symphony & Anyone else interested!
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Press x to doubt/j
I'm sorry, I love you, bestie. Please don't get me ansnsnbdbdbajajs
You all think I can’t, huh?!!
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yup girls
(eyestrain version and individual pieces under the cut)
#💌#tino’s art#shaking my head…#god please click on the image tumblr fucked the quality#art#fanart#doodle#nintendo#super mario#super mario bros#paper mario#super paper mario#princess peach#nastasia#lady timpani#timpani#tippi#mimi
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*tosses comfy blankets to you and Funky Kong* yall are being adorable as fuck, your punishment is getting all these soft blankets for cuddles. Next time you're super duper absolutely adorable, you're getting a giant box of your favorite snacks! You have been warned!!
UAHAAUAYGAGAYAGYAG WHATTTT THATS SO SWEEET!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCHHH WUGAHAH IM SO HAPPY U LIKE ME AND MY FUNNY GUY we are comfy and cozy thanks to u thank u so much 🥹 I WILL KEEP UR WARNING IN MIND ☝🏽☝🏽 we will sure to be extra sappy and lovey it is the doctors orders 😌🫶🏽💕💕
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i remember the only reason i started to watch Haikyuu was bc i saw Suga and went "Holy shit im marrying him" and istfg im gonna marey that man still
oh! and can i be ✨🌙 anon?
my friends got me into haikyuu and all made bets on who they thought i would like but they were all wrong sksksk
they thought it would be noya or asahi (who i both LOVE) but when i watched the scene where suga tells ukai to make kageyama the regular setter despite him only being a first-year....bro... 🎶open the floodgates of heaven🎶
i actually have a 🌙anon and even with the extra emoji it might be confusing 😅 could you pick another one? you can see my anons on my pinned post!! 🖤🖤🖤
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ok hear me out: corrupt copia acting like jareth
I’m listening… I’m listening 👂
sorry I kinda rambled on so it’s below the cut haha
okay so I used to read a lot of labyrinth fanfic and a lot of the time the goblin kingdom was like the shitty kingdom? they were all high fae but nobody wanted to look after the goblins because they’re … well they’re insane little rascals!
even though it was a shitty kingdom, Jareth was still respected because he did it so well. anyway…imagine Copia being handed the goblins from Nihil (he so would do that) but Copia actually is so good at it?? and now it’s like oops! Copia coming for the whole kingdom now <3
and maybe instead of goblins it’s feral ghouls !!
also Copia has his tight pants back - as is the goblin king way!!
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───⋆⋅THE WAY YOU LOVE ME (LINK TO FULL STORY)⋅⋆ ───
summary: breaking up with your ex-boyfriend left your love life in a rut. so, you decide to start a physical relationship (no strings attached) with your close friend, satoru gojo. despite setting up rules, the two of you can't seem to keep your boundaries in check, and the lines that he's so carefully put in place blurs as your worlds slowly collide the deeper you both fall.
note: the entire fic is available on AO3. I originally had this fic posted on Tumblr, but have decided to stop updating on this platform. I do not use wattpad or any other platforms for my fics. If you see anybody else posting this story it has been plagiarized.
fic status: (ongoing)
#{under construction.🛠️}#[peach is away.💌]#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x female reader#gojo x oc#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#gojo fluff#gojo smut#gojo angst#satoru gojo fluff#satoru gojo angst#jujutsu kaisen fan fics#jjk fanfics
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Like. (re: the ask I sent before this) I can't imagine Keigo being all too upset with any particular pronouns being used to refer to him. I think he deserves some gender fuckery, whatever way that happens to be.
And neopronouns, but I'm worried to say that out loud with some of this fandom /hj.
- magpie anon ✦
I like this take!!! And if anyone gives problems about neopronouns on this page I'll fling them off the stage like. Hold on let me grab a gif.
Like this.
#i think he would be so peached abt it. he deserves some gender fuckery fr#he is the gender envy of everyone on the planet#💌 asks#magpie anon
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for the january prompts: 27 with bobby and peach?
Here’s a little Bobby & Peach blurb based on ringing bells 🔔
A soft sigh of longing escapes you as you sit down at the desk in your bedroom, your cheek resting in your hand and your gaze landing upon the photographs Bobby had sent you with one of his recent letters. Your eyes crinkle in the corners as they flit from picture to picture, your smile widening as you memorize each of the tiny facets of Bob’s life that he has invited you into—you especially love the ones of him laughing with his friends. They feel like your friends now, too, with the way Bobby’s words bring them to life.
In the distance, you can hear the afternoon church bells ringing and your stomach suddenly clenches with a fierce pang of yearning. Unbidden, the thought of church bells ringing on your wedding day comes to mind. Your eyes grow misty as the scenes all start playing out inside your head, like a picture at the cinema on Main Street.
Dottie doing your hair and make-up, smiling through her tears as she tells you what a beautiful bride you are. Mother and Father all dressed up, beaming with pride. Paddy and Frankie looking dapper in their Sunday best. The sun shining and the birds singing.
And then, as the bells continue to ring out their joyous song, the doors to the church open wide and you’re gliding down the aisle on your father’s arm, a bouquet of peach-colored flowers in hand as friends and neighbors smile and murmur their well wishes.
Tommy Boy and Benny are winking and jostling one another. Emily is grinning from ear to ear. Paul smiles and gives you an encouraging nod.
And then you’re there at the end of the aisle, your hand slipping into his. Your Bobby. He looks so handsome in his Navy uniform, you can hardly look away. Everyone in the church may be looking at you, but you only have eyes for him.
Just as he moves to lift your veil, the picture in your mind suddenly evaporates, disappearing like the morning mist as the rattling of a passing truck on the street below interrupts your daydream.
Shaking your head, you clear your throat and sit up straighter, feeling your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. Certainly you’re only thinking about such things because Emily had come over earlier for a late breakfast to discuss her wedding plans. Yes, that was it. You simply had weddings on the brain.
But as your gaze shifts back to Bobby’s photograph—the black and white one that captures his smile so perfectly, but could never do any justice to his beautiful blue eyes—that ache of longing returns.
Maybe it’s time to read through all his letters again.
January OTP Prompts
#bob floyd#bob floyd x reader#bob & peach#letters to my love 💌#bob blurb#lewis pullman#january writing prompts
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「This isn't a dream, because now you’re here! (Hop, step, jump, yeah!) 」
🍑 → " Yahoo it's time for a promotion Can this lovely idol get a promotion? "
@battampria @mod-ais-icons @utaicon @d-skedits @demeurel @deatharcanas @idolsignal @cuteshii @otoripink @yaosaki @rosendoru & anyone else interested!!
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break and betrayal. looks at you
i know i gotta write for my other ocs but i got peaches brainrot
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
Failure of any kind. It's the worst outcome to her. She becomes pretty inconsolable and hard to reason with. I think only the people she loves have seen her at her lowest since she tends to hide her emotions.
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
Yes, and yes. Here's your semi-frequent reminder Peaches is not a good person lol.
I mentioned a month ago offhand that Magnus and Peaches are cousins. Growing up they were pretty close and almost like siblings but started drifting apart once they became musicians. In my universe, DSR has Peaches in Abigail's place. Needless to say she did not enjoy being stabbed very much, especially by her cousin.
As for betraying others...she has a habit of doing that. The fact she has friends is a fucking miracle. She has a redemption eventually but not yet.
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Peach: Who’s the little spoon and who’s the big spoon?
for, well, Princess Peach!!
We're switches like the nintendo!!!
#honeypotsworld#princess peach#princess summer#summerpeaches#mario#real self shipping hours#askies#💌
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‘The man smiles like a fox creeping around a chicken coop.’
this line still lives in my head rent-free btw 😫🫠
AMIRA 😭
#your tags in my Ezra fic live in my head rent free and now this?!?#you’re the sweetest peach around and I’m so grateful for you 🥺#let’s hold hand and giggle about Pedro pascal yeah? 🥺🌷💕#also I love you so so much thank you for reading thank you for being in my life!!!#Amira’s tag 🪽✨#asks and such things 💌
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