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Happy Anniversary Ch. 2

5 years later Friday. March 20, 2023, 8:05am

It would be a lie if Satoru said he felt any regrets at this moment laying in bed with Utahime while their son came barging in their room and jumping on their bed making them laugh at his hyperness. “Look what I made dad! I drew a picture of me,” the boy pointed to the small blob on paper, “mommy,” pointing to the bigger blob in the middle, “and you!” Pointing to the even bigger blob making Satoru chuckle taking in the family portrait. Satoru sat up and placed Ren in the middle of him and Utahime.

He took the picture from the snaggle tooth child and examined it closer “This is a masterpiece Ren! I knew you took after me in many talents but this just takes the icing on the cake…. but why do I have black hair?” Satoru questioned the boy making the raven-haired child smile at him sheepishly “uh... I can’t find my white crayon, so I just made your hair the same as me and mommy” Utahime giggled and snuggled their child closer to her “well it’s perfect honey” she peppered kisses over Ren’s face making him giggle.

At that moment Satoru felt free watching the woman he loves with their child. He wanted nothing more than to savor this moment forever. Getting out of bed he looked towards them “Well how about we celebrate our son becoming the next Picasso and go out to eat for breakfast! I can call Uncle Suguru too so he can join us.” What Satoru thought was going to be another good day turned out to be the worst day ever in his life.

Breaking News: A car accident reported in Tokyo, Japan at 10:46am. A side-impact collision between 2 cars leaving 1 child in critical condition. The remaining passengers have been reported to face minor to no injuries.

JR Tokyo General Hospital 4:35pm

It has now been hours since they been at the hospital. Satoru never felt so scared and guilty in his life. It all happened so fast he didn’t see the truck coming from the side of them he blames himself for being too busy singing on the top of his lungs with his son and Utahime that he didn’t even had time to register the truck speeding towards them, towards Ren’s side. He had his face in his hands the entire time his son was in the operating room.

Utahime was embracing the sobbing man telling him it’s going to be okay trying to ease the pain they both were going through. They were so engrossed with one another they didn’t even notice Suguru running towards them looking frantic. Suguru stood in front of them and crouched down in front of Satoru before taking one of his hands, he turned to look at Utahime “Where is he? I came as soon as you called, what happened?”

Satoru was still looking down at the ground with tears that were silently flowing, face masked with guilt and anguish. “I-I… I didn’t see the truck Suguru, I swear I didn’t… we should’nt have left the house... it’s all my fault.” The man in front of them broke down again causing Utahime to reach out to him and pull him towards her into an embrace, rubbing her hands up and down his arm trying to console him. Suguru let go of his friend hand and looked at Utahime. They locked eyes for a few seconds sharing a moment of grief before she focused her attention on Satoru.

Another hour passed and the doctor came to them telling them their child was in stable condition but would need a blood transfusion due to the loss of blood during surgery. Satoru being the father hastily agreed to donate blood making Suguru glance at Utahime who was refusing to look the raven-haired man way. Satoru gave a quick kiss to Utahime before following the Doctor to do the blood transfusion while one of the nurses came to escort Utahime and Suguru to the new room Ren was transported.

Entering the room Utahime almost broke down seeing her child hooked up to an IV bag and a breathing tube. She quickly went to the side of the hospital bed and embraced her child’s hand tearing up at the sight of her baby. Suguru who was quiet this whole time was soaking everything in. It pained him to see Utahime and Ren in this state and he walked to the same side Utahime was on looking at her before glancing at the child that was unconscious……. “Is this our Karma?”

Blood transfusion denied. Reason: Not a match

“What?” Satoru srunched his face in confusion as he looked between Utahime, Suguru, and the nurse. Only two of them was refusing to make eye contact with him while the nurse looked at him with a look of pity. Utahime continued looking at their son laying in the hospital bed with tears threatening to flow down. “What do you mean it’s not a match? Is this a prank?” Satoru took a step towards the nurse “How am I not a match when that’s my son?!” Satoru yelled at the nurse who only looked at him with that same look that he didn’t want. She took a step towards him and placed her hand on his arm before saying the very thing Satoru was too blind to see. “It means you are not the father Mr.Gojo, I am sorry. But we need to find a match soon... When you all find a match, please come get me or the doctor so we can arrange the blood transfusion as soon as possible.”

With that the nurse left the 3 adults in the suffocating room. The tension in the room was unbearable and with Satoru still standing in the same position for the past 3 minutes the other 2 adults were starting to squirm in their seats. Suguru foot was tapping the moment the nurse told Satoru the news and it was at that moment Suguru realized he had enough, he couldn’t do this anymore so knowing the next few words that would come out his mouth would ruin the friendship him and Satoru shared he knows he couldn’t keep living in this lie. So, he stood up and faced Satoru who only looked at him with teary eyes and opened his mouth to say “It’s me. I’m the father of your child.”

It all happened to quick for Suguru to react because next thing he knew he was on the ground after getting punched in the face by Satoru. Security was called after many of the nurses tried to get Satoru to let Suguru out of a chokehold and soon after the white-haired man whose strands were painted red with blood had to be escorted off the premises. As he was being escorted out the room by police Utahime was clinging on to his arm rambling her sorries to him.

Her crocodile tears were making his ears ring and at that moment for the first time he truly felt regret, he couldn’t believe he was living in a lie for 5 years. He yanked his arm from her grasp and looked down at her with a look that made her stop her ramblings, “I don’t want to hear shit from you anymore, we’re done! I wasted 5 years! 5 years! That’s not even my kid in there! If you can lie to me about that, what else were you lying about?!” Before she could answer the police nudged him to continue walking out the hospital doors leaving the tear faced woman alone watching his silhouette grow smaller in the distance.

(Y/n)’s Apartment 11:20pm

You were glad you finally had a night off and Aimi was fast asleep on the floor with her blanket wrapped around her. Her white hair (that unfortunately she took after her father) was sprawled out in a tangled mess from all the playing she did at Yuji’s 6th birthday party earlier. You groaned because you could’ve sworn you dropped her off with a nice ponytail and was mortified when you came to pick her up and watched her running out the house with a bird nest on top of her head.

‘It’s going to be a pain to brush her hair tomorrow’ you thought to yourself. ‘She’s still adorable though… even with that bird nest on her head.’ You giggled to yourself before turning your attention back on your show taking a few sips of your wine. You hate to admit it but ever since you gave birth to Aimi you’ve been drinking a lot more and now it became a habit, a routine. If you didn’t have at least 1 glass of wine before going to bed you were going to get a little cranky.

Your parents mentioned going to counseling because they were convinced you were depressed…. which they’re right of course but you felt like talking about the hurt you went through with your divorce and the 2nd half of your pregnancy wasn’t going to change anything. You just wanted to stop feeling hurt, but you wouldn’t even say you’re still hurt…... oh, who are you kidding, you’re still hurt but it’s more on the numb side. You don’t feel your heart leaking but it’s leaking.

Having to take care of a spitting image of him doesn’t help either and don’t even get you started on how Satoru’s instagram was filled with the birth of him and Utahime’s child but none of yours…. he didn’t even show up to the labor. He came the day after and in the words of Satoru “I guess that counts for something right?” You started feeling irritated again thinking about that while you take another sip or four of your wine. You weren’t even paying attention to your show at the moment. Just thinking how lousy of a baby father he is. He barely even sees his daughter, the agreement between you both was you have her on the weekdays, and he would have her on the weekends. Before she could even turn 1 the agreement of him having her on the weekends turned into every other weekend which now turned into once a month or whenever he can “make time”. ‘That lousy son of a-’

*ring**ring* *ring* your phone going off interrupted your thoughts and your face immediately sours after reading the name. Now what business do he have calling this late at night? “What is it Satoru?” You asked answering the phone. You were met with silence and white noise. You were starting to get impatient and almost hung up until he sighed and spoke in a low voice. “Sorry to call so late.. I-I was wondering if I can come over tomorrow night to see you and Aimi… I-I want to discuss some things… there’s some things I need to apologize to you for. To apologize to both of you.” It was now your turn to be silent. He wanted to apologize? ‘Aren’t you about five years too late?’ Is what you really wanted to say and end the call right then and there but at the same time it’s been about 4 months since Aimi got to see her dad and she has been asking about her “Toru-ru” (a nickname she came up with since she learned to talk) you sighed and internally rolled your eyes before saying “okay, come over around 7pm.” You hung up tossing your phone beside you and eyed the wine that you still had in your glass…. After 5 years now he wants to apologize. You gulped down the rest of the wine feeling it warm your belly. ‘I guess that counts for something right?’

Saturday. March 21st, 2023, 6:52pm

“Mommy! Are we really going to see Toru-ru?” Your daughter was excited, her blue eyes were gleaming as she swayed in her seat. You never thought to correct your daughter into saying daddy instead of the nickname she came up with because in your eyes he was never really a good father to her anyways. “Yep. He’ll be over here in a few minutes, and we’ll spend some time with him, he wants to see his little princess.” You gave her a kiss on the forehead and finished adding the final touches to dinner.

You made creamy shrimp pasta with sun-dried tomatoes since pasta was Aimi’s favorite meal to eat. She loves pasta so much you always tease her that she’s going to turn into one which she would reply “That would be the best thing to ever happen!” You turned the stove off and started to wonder to yourself if you were really cooking this for Aimi or for yourself. Well…. you’re really doing this for yourself. You hate to feel this way but you long for the look in your daughter eyes when the 3 of you are all together spending time even though it doesn’t happen that often. You can’t help but to feed your crazy delusions in having that family moment of just you 3 eating dinner together because you felt like you were robbed of it. Of everything. And it hurts you that you couldn’t provide Aimi with that stable family environment like her friends. She may not mention it, but you know deep down it affects her.

The doorbell to your apartment broke your thoughts and before you could react your daughter is already opening the door yelling “Toru-ru!” Holding her hands out for the blue-eyed devil to pick her up. He chuckled and tried to match her enthusiasm as he picked her up giving her kisses all over her face “Hey my princess, now why are you answering the door?? What if I was a stranger? That’s not safe” He gave her more kisses to her face making her giggle “But you’re not a stranger to me dad” She gave him a toothy grin. ‘Bullshit. He damn near is’ you thought to yourself before setting up the dinner table.

Satoru walked into the kitchen looking at you and taking the sight of you in. It’s been about 4 months since y’all seen each other and he can’t help but to feel a little awkward, not knowing what else to say he put Aimi back on the ground before walking closer to you making you look up at him. He smiled at you, and you noticed his eyes were a little puffy. ‘Was he crying?’

“Hey (y/n) thank you for allowing me to come over and spend time with you and Aimi” he took a seat at the table and you placed a plate in front of him, “I mean you are her dad, you’re supposed to spend time with her right?” You couldn’t help but to let the attitude show through your voice and you scolded yourself because you didn’t want Aimi to catch on, it wouldn’t be healthy for her to know you absolutely hated her dad’s guts. Aimi took the other chair and scooted it closer to her dad so she can soak up as much quality time with him as she can. “Toru-ru! You wouldn’t believe what happened at Yuji’s birthday party yesterday!” She started rambling to her dad and as you were placing the food on their plates you were started to relish this time

With Aimi catching up with her dad you glanced at Satoru who was giving his daughter all his devoted attention laughing when she would say something ridiculous. You started to feel your heart leak again. You took your seat at the table near them after you filled your plate with food telling them they can eat. “And one time mommy had a friend over, and he was helping make spaghetti, but they spilled ALL the sauce on the floor, and they fell! It was so funny!” At that Satoru head perked up from his plate and he glanced at you “Mommy has a friend?”

The question was geared more towards you, and you couldn’t help but to feel irritated of that accusing tone. “Yes, I had a friend over last week and his name is Toji. He came over with his son for a play date.” Satoru only looked at you as his ears perked up at the name and couldn’t help but to feel jealous. Throughout the whole 5 years he knew you were single so hearing you have a new ‘friend’ and it’s a guy that also has a kid was kind of eating at him as selfish as it sounds, he knows he has no place to say anything but Satoru being Satoru couldn’t help but to let his jealousy show. “So, you’re setting up my daughter on play dates with boys now?” You scoffed because you couldn’t believe the audacity this man has. “You’re daughter? Do you even have the right to say that?”

You both were glaring at each other and Aimi wasn’t a dumb child she started to have a feeling this family time wasn’t going to go well so she sneaked out carrying her plate to the living room with her iPad trying to hold in her tears. You noticed the change in your daughter demeanor which made you even angrier at the man glaring at you. “Do you see what you are doing? She wants to spend time with you and you’re just letting yourself absorbed feelings get in the way of that!” It was now his turn to scoff

“me? You’re the one who just denounced my fatherhood in front of our child!” You rubbed your forehead already getting tired. You’ve been so tired for so long and the emotions your heart was leaking was starting to get a bit too much for you to handle. You got up grabbing your plate “you know what, you’re right I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that in front of her. I’m going to go upstairs you can still spend time with her.” You put the scraps of food in the trash and the plate in the sink and began to head out the kitchen until Satoru grabbed your hand softly turning you to face him. You looked up at him trying to hold back tears. He looked at you with so much emotion and he bit his bottom lip to keep him for crying for the 10th time today.

“What is it Satoru?” You softly asked as you glanced away. You were suddenly taken aback when he embraced you into a hug. You felt him place his hand on the back of your head while his other arm was wrapped around your torso. He held you so close to him that you could hear his heartbeat and you swore you could hear his heart leaking like yours. “I’m so sorry (y/n), for everything, for cheating on you to abandoning you when you were pregnant, God, for not being there for Aimi,” he started sobbing on your shoulder and a part of you wanted to console him, but your arms just laid to your side. “Satoru please let me go so we can sit down and talk.” he didn’t want to let you go but he listened and sat down at the same table where he left you 5 years ago. It felt like déjà vu for him and if he could rewind time to stop himself from betraying you, he would. At this moment he would give up his kidney to be able to go back in time. He couldn’t help but to feel like this was his Karma and he never felt so wrong in his entire life.

“Why now? Why after 5 years?” You broke his train of thought as you stared at him from across the table with a stoic expression and arms crossed. “I –“ He began to answer but you cut him off, “why didn’t you show up when I was in labor? Why didn’t you keep your promise to see your little princess every weekend? How could you cheat on me while I was pregnant? While you were living with Utahime in her big house playing daddy I was here working overtime as a single mother…. And I still am, we would’ve got evicted out of this apartment if it wasn’t for Toji who paid our rent 3 months in advance to give me breathing room. God! I’ve only known him for half a year and he’s already been more of a father to Aimi than you ever been for the whole 5 years she’s been on this earth. He’s spent more time with her than you ever did, and I’m not even dating the guy, he does it because he wants to!” You sighed rubbing your face with your hands feeling the tingling sensation of your eyes water,

“I just felt so abandoned and alone Satoru. The trauma from the pregnancy to the birth to now is just too overwhelming for a simple Im sorry. I honestly don’t even want to hear it because it’s not going to change anything that I went through. It’s not going to change the hurt Aimi would feel when she can’t spend time with her dad cause she doesn’t ‘fit in his schedule’…. So why now after all of that are you here to apologize?”

You were breathing a little heavy after your rant and you still sat across from him waiting for his response. It was like your words knocked the wind out of him. He was so riddled with guilt and regret that he couldn’t keep his eyesight from blurring due to the tears. “I wasn’t a man… I’m not going to make excuses for my actions because there are none…. I found out yesterday that Ren isn’t my son. Suguru is the father and at that moment I felt so betrayed by both of them that I thought about you and how I betrayed you. I’m sorry that it took all this time for me to see that…. I... came here to apologize to you and I want to do better for our daughter. I wasted five years raising a son that wasn’t mine when I neglected my own daughter. I know what we had is over and what I did to you is unredeemable but,”

Satoru got up from the chair and walked in front of you and started to get on his knees keeping eye contact with you before bowing to the ground with his head touching the floor. “Please let me redeem myself to our daughter, please let me show you both that I will be a better father for her, please.” He was still bowing on the ground, and you couldn’t help but to feel a little pity for him…. But at the same time, you felt like why should you give grace to the man that was literally the cause of your depression until you remembered the sight of your daughter when Satoru came and how happy she was. You may not be as forgiving but a child seems to always forgive their parent for their shortcomings. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed before giving in. “Okay... let’s start with you having her on the weekends.”

(A/N: “Fuck it let’s do it, fuck it let’s do it.” We making this shit into a series, fuck it lol! But please excuse any editing, grammar, or whatever mistakes I may have in this chapter…. I may or may not have been writing this while sipping wine :P ANYWAYYSSS With the news of Ren actually being Suguru’s and Utahime’s child and the addition of Toji being in y’all’s life I just can’t leave the story with too many loose ends like that lol. I was writing this with the intention of this being the finale, but we still got a few questions and topics that need to be answered. So, I’m giving this series at least 10 chapters. And I don’t even know what will happen. Did Ren survive? Why was Satoru such a deadbeat father? Will Suguru and Satoru friendship ever return to what it was? Will Satoru and Utahime get back together? Will you and Satoru get back together? Will Satoru still see Ren as his own? And what is the truth behind this ‘friendship’ between you and Toji? Ugh. I just opened a can of worms yall…. I made more work for myself lol. But I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter!!!! I will try to update on my off days this week. So, chapter 3 and 4 might come out this Wednesday and Saturday? All I know is we might need a Valium and 3 shots of tequila once we get finished with these people)

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𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ

A/N: hello it is i pixie emerged from hibernation to drop you this month late extra of our favourite family and then crawl back into my lair.

cw: the usual swearing, mentions of sexism, menstruation and female reproductive system, suggestive ending.

“No way! See I heard it had something to do with that little twerp from the Zen’in clan. Navel - or nacho or whatever the fuck his name is.”

“Ugh - why does that not even surprise me. He’s such a shithead, like you should have seen the look on his face when my mom interjected at a Jujutsu higher ups event she muscled her way into. Honestly it’s gotta be like - microscopic. Oh and it’s Navel now - never using Naoya again.”

Shoko and you had just been out on a girls day out, just the two of you - a visit to the arcade, lunch, some shopping and an exhibition on the human body. It had to be done, girl time was integral to maintaining a sense of sanity when the other 50% of the friend group was G.S squared.

The gossip had continued back to the dorms, where you both stood holding bags of snacks and the days haul while you put in the key code.

The door swung open and there stood Satoru Gojo, and Suguru Geto - both decked in pink party hats and shouting ‘surprise!’ (okay, gojo was shouting - geto was just saying).

“Jesus Christ!”

“What the fuck?!”

The camaraderie that came from the jumpscare resulted in Shoko and you both swearing and jumping in surprise at the sudden appearance.

Before either of you could react any further to it, long arms still a bit unaware of his strength, tug you both into a bonecrushing hug.

Shoko twists Satoru’s nipple through his shirt so he shrieks and lets you both you (you hide your disappointment).

You look at Geto, who winks with a devilish smirk and turn to the wall where the table is laid out with both you and Shoko’s favourites and a giant handmade poster on the wall with “Happy International Women’s Day” in large bubble writing.

Suddenly the confused silence was broken as a cheerful voice started singing, and was then accompanied by a louder Satoru.

“Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you, Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you! Happy InternationalWomen’sDay Shoko and Y/N, Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you!” echoed with far too many syllables in the tune of ‘happy birthday’ across the room as Haibara emerged from the kitchen, with a strange red blob shaped cake in his hands followed by a very unhappy looking Nanami Kento.

The cake was placed on the table as you and Shoko looked at it in confusion - it was a red colour frosting on a cake shaped like a weird triangle with two squiggles coming from the sides joined to two cupcakes. For the life of you - and Shoko too if the look on her face was anything to go by - you had no idea what the cake was meant to be.

Suguru’s smirk was unnerving as he looked between you both.

“Shoko-senpai and Y/N-senpai! So strong, and powerful, and clever and pretty! Not that being pretty is important for being a woman - it’s just a bonus - not that it’s not great that you’re pretty, because it is, like it’s amazing! If I was into girls I’d definitely be into you both! But it’s not what makes you amazing!” Haibara says, clapping his hands.

“The strongest, most powerful, clever and cunning and most beautiful girls! We couldn’t do any of this without you. Well, I could -” Satoru starts.

“Satoru.” Geto warns.

“Okay, maybe I sometimes need backup and you girls are definitely the best choices after Suguru!” He finishes.

“That was barely complimentary.” Nanami scowls.

“We love and respect you both!” Satoru says.

“Some love you more than others…” Suguru smirks.

“Equally! Equally! We love you all equally and in a very friendly, respectful, and caring way!” Satoru says, kicking Suguru’s shin.

This whole time, you and Shoko had just been staring between them all.

“What the fuck…” Shoko whispers.

“Ditto…” You pipe in.

Satoru pops pink party poppers in both your faces and then Suguru uses the distraction to place a party hat on both your heads.

“Shoko - you save our asses, sometimes literally on an almost daily basis. Your no nonsense attitude and ability to care for us all and unflappable nature is a core reason we’re all here and we would be lost without you. You’re also underhandedly funny, and we’re very thankful to have you in our lives.” Suguru says, smooth and steady as always, and elbows a fidgeting Satoru.

“Y/N! You - are so awesome! You’re smart, and funny, and kind, and you make sure we’re all safe and strong and it’s so cool when you kick ass and I love exorcising with you - and your cursed technique is so cool and you work so hard and I don’t really respect many people but I definitely respect you! You’re also beautiful but that’s not important - not that you’re not like, importantly pretty! Because I think it’s very important that everyone knows you’re so pretty!” Came a gushing scramble of words from the usually overconfident Satoru - because complimenting the one person who has ever made him nervous was a bit of a shock to the system of the Honoured One.

For a moment, you and Shoko just stood in bewildered silence - still holding hands from when you walked in.

Before you look at each other, and simultaneously double over in hysterical laughter - clutching onto each other for support.

“This was so fucking strange, but I love it - we love it. Thank you boys, for this. It’s really appreciated.”

“That’s because we - appreciate you!” Gojo says, pointing between the four boys.

You hug all the boys, while Shoko inspects the cake on the table.

“Is this a Magikarp or something?” She asks, head tilted as she examines the red blob.

“It’s a uterus!” Haibara exclaims.

After trying to figure it out - the cupcakes where the ovaries should be and the triangle the uterus itself… it makes slightly more sense - but maybe International Women’s Day would be spent with an anatomy lesson from Shoko.

“Kid, listen - today we are going to be extra respectful of our girls, yeah?” Satoru says, opening the bag of pastries he had bought for breakfast the night before after Megumi talked him out of attempting to make pancakes. Megumi nodded, and placed the two bouquets of flowers on the two chairs his mom and sister usually sat in.

“They’re both very, very important to us. Sometimes, kid - the world is really shit for girls. A lot more than it is for us. Things that might be a bit difficult for us - not for me, but others - would be really hard for girls.”

“Periods.” Megumi grimaces, but nods solemnly.

“Yeah. But other things too. Like sometimes girls get less money for the same jobs, and people try to tell them how to look or how to act - or, no joke, tell them what they can do with their own body! Even simple stuff, like sometimes it’s dangerous for girls to go certain places, or people might expect less from them just because they’re girls.”

“Even for Mama?” Megumi asks, confused because from his perspective, the woman who has raised him the past 2 years is the most powerful (second to Gojo, but don’t tell him that) and formidable person he knows, and the kindest and funniest.

"Sometimes especially for her. Y/N is really strong, yeah?" Gojo asks, taking out a jug of juice and placing it on the table, before scribbling on one of your cinnimaroll post it notes and sticking it on the jug.

"Yeah." Megumi nods.

"Do you think that's scary?" Gojo asks.

"I think it's cool." The boy shrugs.

"Some men don't. They think she doesn't deserve it, or she is too weak to hold such a power - did you know your mama had more disciplinary meetings at school than I did?" Gojo says as he switches the kettle on.

"Why? Yaga-san said you were a nightmare student." Megumi is shocked at the thought.

"I was. But what's the difference between me and your mom?" Gojo says, pulling down 4 mugs. One with two puppies, one with the Winx Club characters on it, another with ‘Daddy Cool’ in big obnoxious yellow writing and the last with the BTS logo in purple.

"She isn't annoying."

"Okay, rude."

"She's a girl."

"Yep. That's why. Your - your Uncle Suguru was special grade too - and he and I did some crazy shit - and we got slaps on the wrist mostly, but your mom was late with a mission report one time because she was sick and they gave her extra work for a month. Aunty Koko too."

"But why?"

"Because weak men fear powerful women."

"That's dumb."

"Super dumb."

“Something girls in my class get notes sent home even though they didn’t do anything really bad.” Megumi scowls.

“That’s why we gotta fight to make sure we’re not part of the problem, and stop boys who are.” Satoru says, placing the heated pastries on the table.

“Like fighting them?”

“Sometimes they’re not even worth the effort, kid. Just stick up for girls and never treat them as anything less than a boy - okay? There’s shit girls deal with that we will never go through or understand.”

“Oh, like the stuff you and mama talked about with the girls my age in the Zen’in clan?”

“Your cousins, yeah.”

“And why the higher ups are dicks to mama’s family?”

“Exactly! You’re so smart you have to have gotten it from me.” Gojo smiles, hands on hips in his frilly apron.

“That’s not even possible.”

“Yes it is, I made it possible.” Satoru’s just winding the 9 year old up at this point.

“You’re impossible.” Megumi growls.

“Your hair’s impossible!” Satoru blows a raspberry.

“A slow start to the day is impossible, apparently.” Came your voice from where you stood leaning against the archway to the kitchen, a sleepy smile on your face in your fluffy blue robe and bunny slippers. Tsumiki padded up behind you, much brighter and a definite morning person.

“Happy international women’s day, my amazing girlie pops!” Satoru claps and scoops you both into the air with ease, giggles resounding through the room.

Megumi just scrunches his nose, staring bewildered at where the man gets his energy.

“Thank you, ‘Toru. You’re very sweet to do this.” You kiss him with a smile and walk to sit down at the table.

“Not as sweet as that a-” Satoru starts, but is swiftly cut off my Megumi’s disgusted groan, unable for his guardians flirting just yet.

You sit down and sniff the bouquet on your chair, delighting in the assortment of your favourite flowers, as Tsumiki does the same beside you.

“Happy women’s day, mama and Tsumiki.” Megumi nods, quiet but clear.

“Thanks, ‘gumi!” Tsumiki smiles, ruffling her younger brother’s spiky black hair.

“Thanks, sweet boy.” You wink at him.

As you go to pour yourself some juice, you can’t stop the giggle at the stick note on the carton.

‘Respect Women Juice’

“Yo, mini-me, did you grab the Doriyaki on the way home?” A 44 year old Satoru asks his 17 year old son who’s entering the kitchen.

“Yeah, I got extra too because ‘Rai’s been crabby so I think she’s due shark week.” The boy says, snatching a mochi from the box before Satoru could.

“Your mom too…” Satoru’s head turns sharply.

“Oh shit.”

“It’s happened…”

“We can do this - dad.” His son says with a straight, serious face as they both examine the calender.

“We just gotta be the best husband, son and brother ever.” Satoru nods.

“Well… that won’t be hard.” Akio smirks, only 2 inches shorter than his dad and growing.

“Of course it won’t. We’re the strongest.” Satoru says, doing his ridiculously intricate secret handshake with his son.

A moment later, two sets of feet pad down the stairs.

43 year old you and your 14 year old daughter walk into the room, your arms snugly wrapped around your little girl’s shoulders.

You knew what to expect on March 8th every year by now, it had been 25 years of it.

“Happy international women’s day, my incredible wife and mind blowing daughter.” Satoru says with a smile and open arms spanning half the kitchen.

“25 years of this and it still gives me butterflies, thank you ‘Toru.” You say, pressing a kiss to your husbands jaw by dragging his collar down to meet you.

“Thanks dad, thanks ‘Kio!” Mirai claps and hugs them both.

“Thank you, mochi.” You say, also dragging your too-tall son’s collar down to press a kiss to his cheek.

As you all sit down to breakfast, and chatter aimlessly, Satoru pulls you to sit on his lap as always.

“Oh, ‘Rai, I’m gonna go into the mall to pick up my new Nikes too - do you want to come?” Akio says, and even though this is a regular occurrence - it warms your heart every time to see that your two babies aren’t only siblings, but also best friends - genuinely enjoying each other’s company and actively seeking each other out. Something tells you that will never change, either.

“Sounds good, do you still want to try that new boba place? The one with the cat logo?” Mirai says, googling the opening times and showing it to her brother.

“Bring me back a brown sugar milk tea?” You plead, the same look on your face as when 17 year old you got excited for boba dates with Satoru.

“Course, Mama. Papa, do you want one?” Mirai asks, her long snowy white hair bushy and wild from bed head inherited from you.

Satoru smiles, hand rubbing circles against your hip as Mirai types his order into her notes.

“Is Aunty Koko still coming over tonight?” Akio asks, looking up at you with eyes just like his father’s.

“She is, I think Uncle Cho too. I was thinking we’d order pizza.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, mom - you actually have mind reading technique I swear.” He pats your head as if you weren’t his mother.

The two kids wander to get dressed, leaving you still sipping coffee curled against your husbands broad chest.

Your phone dings with a notification from the family group chat, and Satoru nudges you to open it.

A selfie, clearly taken by Yuuji, face scarred and older but beaming expression unchanged - featuring a taller, sharper 31 year old Megumi with a toddler in each arm, looking out over the ocean at sunset.

“They seem bigger every time I see them.” Satoru laughs.

“The twins or Yuuji and Megs?” You giggle.

“Both. Still can’t believe ‘Gumi had the audacity to grow up so much. I specifically told him to stop.”

“Eh? Satoru - imagine how I feel! Both our sons are at least a foot taller than me! Try talking to a kid when you need a step stool to look them in the eye!” You poke his cheek.

“Nawh, poor baby. You’re as pocket sized as the day I met that pretty girl holding a ladybug waiting for introduction at Jujutsu Tech. Gonna carry you around in my pocket.” Your husband teases, squishing your frowning cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah - alright daddy long legs.”

“Seriously though - we should take another trip to Malaysia, get Cho to stay with the kids. We can ask the boys where they stayed, looks pretty as hell.”

“Let’s do it, pretty boy.” You kiss the corner of his lips.

“You know… the kids are gone all afternoon…” He says, large hands squeezing your waist.

“They are… and it just so happens I just bought something very, very pretty to try on.” You raise an eyebrow, biting your lip.

“Oh? A private fashion show?” He says, thumb on your lower lip.

“Just for my ‘Toru.”

“Invite really fuckin’ accepted, princess.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #dad!gojo

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I'm not sure if anyone's ever thought about this or has made a post about it, but I figured I'd add my own two cents if someone did talk about this.

// Ruin spoilers ahead

mostly about Freddy

So, seeing that headless Freddy has prototype written on the bottom of his foot, it's suggested or even theorized that our Freddy (the one we're with in SB) was a prototype this entire time.

Of course, like many others, I was very skeptical and in denial about the idea because why the hell would that be a thing? How is he a prototype? It wasn't there on his foot in the base game, so why this sudden change?

I kinda hated it, and as a way to cope, I theorized that maybe it wasn't the same Freddy and FazEnt just replaced him with another copy and then abandoned him... don't ask me how that particular Freddy became headless either. Also I was wobbling between the "True Ending" being the Canon one, I was back and forth and just trying to figure out what would've made sense.

My logic for the True Ending being canon was, maybe Freddy and Gregory both got out (alongside Vanessa) with glamdaddy intact, and they're just living life. Meanwhile, Faz Ent just made a new Freddy while fixing the plex but gave up and left everything to rot. Of course I know now that makes no sense or explains why/how the 2nd Freddy lost his head, but it's what I came up with. The PQ Ending is technically canon... so that was a waste of a braincell, hah...

Since fnaf has the tendency to rewrite/add things to the story, I think our Glamrock Freddy being a prototype is something I've accepted. Now, there are a few things I thought of that might add to the idea of him being a prototype (not confirmed but more speculative).

He's a high-tech, sentient AI robot, he can clearly experience human emotion (like the other glamrocks) and has decent mobility. What most likely seperates him from the other glams is the fact that he experiences existentialism. I know we don't see much from the other glams, what they think of their current situation (not even from Roxy in Ruin), they aren't fully aware of what they are or what they're doing (as far as we know). Their programming is focused on being entertainers and birthdays.

I'm not gonna say that the other glams aren't able to express deeper thoughts, but I think this is where I might be stretching this idea just a bit.

If you're going to make AI bots who can adapt and be flexible with their environment, there's gotta be some kind of limit of what they can say/think/do. Freddy is the prime example of not having that limitation since we see/hear him express concern about not being the only Glamrock Freddy that's walking around:

"Have I always been a Freddy? Am I Monty with a different shell? What if I am not the first Glamrock Freddy? ... Do we all feel the same? Am I special? If I am mass-produced, am I still art?" (Endo Warehouse)

This motherfucker literally commits arson:

"You sure collected a lot of toys! Perhaps we can do something to stop whatever is going on here." (Fire escape Ending)

When he goes to the basement and encounters the blob, he goes on this monologue:

"I know what this is. I have been here before. She brought me here. I found myself for the first time when I cleared the path. I did not want to, but I had no choice. Now I have a choice. I have changed. My friends are here. They are so angry, confused. But I can protect you. I am not me." (True Ending)

He ultimately goes against some of his programming to help a child in need-- even lie to a security guard-- which if he were set to do as he's told, he would've sent Gregory straight to Vanessa, even with Gregory adamantly telling him not to.

If he were programmed to be strict and not break any protocols, he'd would've gotten Gregory killed immediately.

I'm saying this because if we're being realistic (realistic in terms of how we usually program robots and things), there are barriers in what a robot/ai can really say/do that doesn't break its programming. If he's a prototype, Freddy wouldn't have those barriers to stop him from saying/doing most of the things he did in SB. I know there's another factor to him behaving kindly to Gregory and that's him being in safe mode, but even still... you would think he would follow the rules and not let Gregory do certain things and perhaps unintentionally get the boy killed.

I'm going back to the existential crisis Freddy has, because for something that's meant to be an animatronic mascot for kids, you wouldn't want him to make the children around him question the meaning of being alive and sentient. There would have to be some sort of guard against having those kind of thoughts and ideas. It makes Freddy more interesting, especially if he could've been easily replaced with a finalized version of him that did what he was suppose to.

Also, I know it's probably more widely accepted that either Vanny or Gregory hacked into Freddy, causing his collapse during the opening. With him being a prototype, maybe his systems couldn't handle that type of an advanced hack, unlike the other glams, making him unable to be properly hacked into in the beginning.

Not only that, there are some issues he has with performing, who knows, maybe he's had collapses before. We don't know.

Him being unable to enter the West Arcade:

"When I step onto the West Arcade dance floor I cannot stop myself! It is a programming bug." (West Arcade)

I'm aware him being in safe mode meant he's disconnected from the main network as well keeps him docile. While the "Afton" fight isn't technically canon, with the other upgrades on Freddy, those parts might have made him more susceptible to the virus attack. There's not much evidence pointing to the other glams not being prototypes but seeing how they each have upgrades while Freddy doesn't, that might hint that the others were mostly finalized, meaning their systems were properly functioning (aside from the virus of course).

Sorry if this was super long, but it's something I thought about and I had to put it in words. Nothing about Glamrock Freddy is normal, like he's not possessed (I use to believe in the glammike theory but I don't anymore eh...), but he's a prototype! He's gonna act all funky because he's not polished yet... and I think that's very interesting and endearing (in an odd way).

#fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #prototype glamrock freddy #ruin spoilers #text post #fnaf theory #fnaf headcanon(?)#idk its between a theory and a headcanon honestly #take what i say with the smallest pinch of salt.#honestly this feels more headcanony #anyways... worth spending an hour writing this out #lemme know what yall think #i went harder than i did any of my argumentative essays... damn.#late night thoughts teehee

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It's so weird to feel excluded in DID spaces because... we don't suffer 24/7. And I mean we don't suffer so much, we actually have a good experience with DID most of the time, and it genuienly helps us survive. Like we're not perfect, of course, but the good overrides the bad, and most of our problems don't come from alters.

I could pop in to front and ask an alter at front to not talk to somebody, or do something for me, and they would. If they have questions, they'd ask. Like, "Hey, I don't like this person... can you be careful around them?" or "Don't share that info about me", and they'd be like "Okay, cool" and move on.

We found ways to differenciate between each other, and sometimes dissociation actually makes us feel better. Because with too many alters in front, we can temporarily dissociate into one blob that would let us function. Best part? It lets us use all the roles of alters inf ront at once as this one blob. Temporary merging that isn't really temporary merging, to be honest... I have no idea how else to describe it. it is but it isn't. And even if there is dissociation, it's not cause of alters, it's cause of our brain being a bitch.

I sometimes lean back in my chair in the front room when I'm in control of the body, turn to our physical persecutor (who also happens to be my best friend), and go, "Hey, you good if I do homework on your subject today?" And they go, "Sure. You sure you can do it tho? Like, do you have memories of how?" And I'd go, "I think so, I just don't wanna switch rn, I'll call you if I need help, though." And they'd go "Cool."

Like, don't get me wrong, we have had problems. But they were never because somebody was bad, they were because of people's actions that were honestly mostly fueled by being abused, trauma, and figuring out how to properly function. No one was ever the problem. We have alters who are just awful, but that's a separate problem. People in front for us are lovely. Sometimes we have fights, sometimes we have relapses, sometimes we just have horrible things happen to each other or IRL or something else. But no one is ever the problem. We never had that mentality that DID, and our alters, were the problem. Their actions are sometimes, but not them as separate personalities. Actually, we had problems with each other and with DID because people outside told us we should. DID improved our lives, and the areas that it didn't, we never saw it as it "ruined" them, it just... made them harder, and told us there are different ways we need to go about daily stuff and life. To each other, we're literally just people with mental health issues who are trying to make the body functional, but also? We're even kinda happy to be here. And if not happy, at the very least neutral enough not to want to become one.

It's so weird hanging around here, having a blog dedicated to spread positivity about DID, kinda being like:

"Hello, we are actually... functional. And would have always been if people didn't try to convince us otherwise out of their own misery and want for everyone else to be miserable."

We have issues, but they're not because of DID, DID actually helps us with them. It doesn't make us feel invalid, I don't think, but it does make us question whether we belong in DID community. And we have a lot of alters with low empathy, somehow, that makes us more compassionate? It's such a weird problem to have. It shouldn't even be a problem but here we are.

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kalevalakryze · 7 months

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Saia

"Why do you paint your armor?" Shin questioned one day, knee propped up against the ledge of the table, artificial light catching the dull silver across their shins.

Sabine glanced up from her pauldron, lifting the brush up just in time to avoid dripping orange all over the drying blue, instead sending a thick blob of paint to drip onto the unprotected table, seeping between once pristine white cracks.

"Mandalorians don't wear their hearts on their sleeve, and many of us choose to cover our faces, so we paint ourselves on our ancestral armor to show the kind of people we are."

"Explain," Their legs lowered from the table, shoulders slouching as they leaned forward, brows furrowing cutely as they focused their entire attention on the artist.

"Well, okay, so our colors aren't random. Each one has some meaning as a whole, one that will be noticed by all Mandalorians, regardless of their standing with a particular group. Grey, that's the color of mourning; You'll be hard pressed to meet any of my people without it, anymore..." The smile slipped from her lips as she brushed her fingers across the plate on her chest.

"Orange is a lust for life, purple is for luck, red..." Her fingers brushed against the dark paint, grimacing at the thought of the paint she though she would never have to spread across her beskar. "Red is the loss a parent; honoring them."

"Blue is the color of reliability, teal is for those that are healing, white is cin vhetin; starting again, gold is the color of vengance, so on and so forth." Picking up a dry brush, Sabine worked away at smoothing and bleeding certain pieces together against the still wet paint on her pauldron.

"It helps us essentially judge the book by it's cover, I guess; A Mandalorian has to be able to really know who they are when they paint their armor, because that determines, or at least, used to, determine if someone was friend or foe."

"Are Mandalorians the only ones who can paint armor?"

"What? No, we don't have exclusive rights to the rainbow," Sabine shook her head. "We had to share with the Zhell," Nose crinkling at her own joke, Sabine lifted her head away from her piece. "Why, you thinking about getting out of the shiny phase?"

Cheeks flushing, Shin's shoulders shrugged as their arms moved to rest on the table, hand reaching across their chest to pull on the neat beaded braid.

"It'd be alright if you were, you know; I always figured you'd look good in blue,"

They snorted, leveling Sabine with a crinkled stare. "You said blue was for Reliability, even after everything, you still believe blue is right?"

"I've never been wrong about what color I used... sometimes the picture around it changes, it's not that the color was bad, or didn't fit the piece, it just needed time to see for itself that it belonged."

Eyebrows furrowing in speculation, their head shook. "Explain it to me like I have never seen color a day in my life,"

"You know, I heard canines may have yellow and blue on the spectrum for their vision," A dorky smile cracked Sabine's face and she had to duck to avoid a flying wet paintbrush that was flung her way.

"The point is, Kurs'kaded, you figured it out... I can't lie and say I didn't doubt it, that I was sure you would stay true to it in the end, because really, i was certain you would have let him kill us..."

Shin's expression dropped at the reminder of Peridea, the reminder of why they were aboard the Jedi's T-6, and not with their Master.

"But you did it, you kept your word... you're just,,, blue."

Shin's lips twisted in a mix of thought and doubt.

"But here, just... Gimme one piece, and I'll think on it for a few days; I'll put on it what I really think of you,"

With reluctance, Shin slid the vambrace from their right wrist, placing it on the table with a heavy thunk. "And here, so you aren't running around without armor," The artist removed her own gauntlet, motioning for them to extend their wrist.

The grey and gold beskar fell shorter than the steel alloy vambrace, stopping at only halfway up her arm instead of closer to her elbow. Shifting uncomfortably, they nodded in false understanding, got up, and promplty exited the room without another word. "Gotta stop giving women emotional talks; they keep walking out on me," The Mandalorian grumbled to herself, picking their pauldron off of the table and turning it in her hands.

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"Hey, Shin, wait up!" Sabine ducked out of the ghost and into the bustling hangar, grateful to catch Shin and Ahsoka on their way out of the T-6. "I finished your armor!" The adrenaline from the dogfight still rushing through her veins.

Shin blinked once at Sabine, raising their left arm to check the beskar gauntlet on their wrist, seemingly for the first time. "It took you a while,"

"Told you I had to think about it more, now come on," Sabine grabbed a hold of the Apprentice's arm, just above her gauntlet, guiding Shin back through the hangar to the ghost. Hera met their eyes and offered a knowing smile and shake of her head.

"Please don't put anymore paint on my floors!" The General called to their retreating forms, rolling her eyes at the promises from the Mandalorian bouncing back to her. "Kids,"

"Hey, she takes after you more than you'd think," Ahsoka defended with a snarky smile spreading on her face.

"Ta-da!" Sabine guided Shin inside her old room, still thick with the lingering smell of dried paint, hair dye, and the many different perfumes and colognes she'd sprayed over the years. The rebel picked up a decorated piece from the bunk, though it seemed unrecognizable to the blonde now.

The entire piece was painted a dark grey, gold outlining every scratch and dent, with dark blue paint swirling from every notch, interconnecting into a personal galaxy. White and red speckled the purples and blues in their background of mourning, creating a constellation of 'stars' that formed the image of a large wolf in the red, and a smaller wolf in the white.

"It took me a while to figure it out, but I wouldn't take back a single drop," Reaching back again, Sabine pulled the late retrieved hand plate from her pillow. Teal, blue, green, and white clashed together in the form of a crashing wave, a circle of unpainted middle sitting nestled in the darkest of blue, a Moon to always take with them.

They were sad to give up Sabine's gauntlet after weeks of learning how to use beskar to their advantage, and at first, the colors had been an overwhelming distraction. Eventually though, Shin began to embrace the colors they showed to the world, and Sabine was more than glad to help Shin see past what they may have thought of themselves before, and maybe it was a little bit to keep the light from being reflected into her eye when the sun caught her in the middle of staring at them.

#ask prompt #kind of #did you want me to write this?#idc #i did it anyways #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #sabine x shin #shin x sabine #armor #paint

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artist-issues · 2 months

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If you've seen WALL-E, I'd be extremely curious for your thoughts if you haven't already shared them. Actually, I have a few movies I'd love your opinion on, but I'm not gonna keep ya all day. Thank you for your content! :)

I love WALL-E. It's a cool idea, that the whole movie is about what it means to be human, but from the perspective of a robot.

I think it's very straightforward, and there's not a lot of stuff to analyze, which is good! He's this robot that's "developed a personality" but what he's really becoming is human.

And the movie is saying that being human is liking things, taking risks, being vulnerable, and most importantly taking care of things. As in, caring for things that need you. Even if it means you don't survive or get to be as comfortable.

WALL-E preserves the stuff he has an interest in instead of junking it, but remember, he takes care of that little cockroach. He carefully organizes all his things. He fixes what's broken. That's what humans were placed on Earth to do: have dominion over it. Take care of it. Cultivate the land, order the animals.

And instead we use it all to make ourselves more comfortable.

Not WALL-E, though! And he teaches that to everybody else.

The only things I struggle with, with WALL-E, are the repeated "Directive" themes. Like, what you're made for isn't what you should be. You could say WALL-E is all about being what makes you happy.

I disagree with that. That worldview is no good. What makes you happy changes from moment to moment, and it usually comes at the expense of other people and what you, yourself, need to be good and healthy. But you could argue that that's how the humans in WALL-E got to be blobs in chairs that abandon their planet, so my beef with those themes aren't very strong.

You could just argue that the narrative is saying, WALL-E, who was created to put waste in its proper place, is still doing that. He's just doing it in a deeper, better, more correct way than all the other robots. He puts waste in its proper place, but by doing that, he also protects the things that are worthwhile and shouldn't be wasted.

And in that same train of thought, EVE is so focused on collecting and delivering the one sign of life that makes Earth worth living for--that's her directive. But it turns out, WALL-E is the one sign of life that makes Earth worth living for, because of the example he sets. That example of finding joy in hard work and protecting things that are worth protecting.

I also think, if WALL-E were released right now, in 2024, it would not be well-liked or accepted. Because people would get their feathers ruffled by the idea that we're all headed toward being blobs who can't see past our own comfort. And they'd accuse the movie of "body shaming," that kind of junk. Then again, the same people who are worried about that are also worried about that great big topic we call "the environment," and WALL-E cleverly set itself up to be championing "the environment," so maybe it would've shielded itself. Either way, I think the movie was very brave to say, "yeah, hey, we're super lazy and self-satisfying and obsessed with our own comfort, and this is the dystopia it could lead us to."

And MO is my favorite.

And love, too. Anyway. Yes, I love WALL-E! And hey! Ask me about any movies you want! I don't get that many of these questions, and I really like thinking them through and trying to verbalize them, so please do! And thank you for this question.

#WALL-E #Pixar #Disney Pixar #Disney #wall-e #animation #Eve #wall-e x eve #mo

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veryace-ficrecs · 2 months

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Danny Phantom Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Silk and Ribbons by Marsalias - Rated T

A Holiday Truce story. In which Danny learns about some of the holiday traditions of the Ghost Zone.

Fashion Flame War by GothMoth - Rated G

Uniforms are a thing that many schools do for various reasons, Casper high’s might be a little unique but that doesn’t change the fact that uniforms are still a crime against human rights.

Our Hands Are In Their Pockets Too by GothMoth - Rated G

Phantom’s famous ghostly hide is wanted by many and some are willing to give any sum of money for said hide. Danny and Tucker fully intend to exploit the Hell out of this fact. Oddly the only ones with issues with this are Sam and… the IRS?

Pet allergy by Indrel - Rated G

After months of ghost attacks, most Amity Parkers were used to strange sights. But the student body of Casper High still paused in whatever they were doing when the day after spring break, Daniel “Danny” Fenton, youngest of the notorious ghost hunting family and famously known for being terrified of ghosts, walked into the school trailed by not one, not two, but five blob ghosts.

The Tattooed Defeat by Sergeant_Tears - Rated T

Ghosts get tattoos whenever they defeat a new enemy. Danny surprisingly never got these. Until he did... but not as Phantom.

Unclaimed by EchoGhost - Rated G

In the Ghost Zone, there are places where unclaimed ghost children congregate instinctively. Often, hopeful would-be parents use these places as makeshift adoption centers. One day, while exploring, Danny feels a tug on his core…

Smells Like Team Spirit by UnluckyAlis - Rated G

Some mascots are great at pumping up a crowd. As Casper High's mascot, Danny has only one job: strike fear into the hearts of their opponents. This is the story of how Danny becomes the famed Mascot of Fear.

Of Tweets and Twats by DarkNymfa - Rated T

Too Fine @BurgersKing @nasafan your parents don’t have a website for Fentonworks? | 🌟✨⭐ @nasafan have you met my parents? | Too Fine @BurgersKing fair point I will cease speaking

Fenton Identity by Mysterious_Prophetess - Rated G

Danny Fenton is living his best life as a NASA astronaut and astrophysicist—but due to his parents' infamy, he's had to use a nom de guerre to keep his achievements (and NASA's good name) from being tarred by the same brush.

This works until an enterprising journalist gets a tip and digs up the name Fenton and the skeletons that come with it.

Ancient Alexandria: Not-So-Ancient Apparently by piece_of_pierce - Rated T

Danny has a new homework assignment. Specifically, he's supposed to theorize about the ectobiology of ghosts then make a presentation about it. Who needs to theorize, though? He has access to all the research in the Zone! Now, where can he actually access that research?

Our Hands Are In Their Pockets Too by GothMoth - Rated G

#veryace recs #danny fenton #danny phantom #ghost king danny #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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When youre buying certain things youll have for a long time like, i dont know, a travel toiletry case, or a laptop case. Certain types of cookware. Rain boots. I think you are obligated to choose, when possible, a color or pattern that is currently trendy and just a little too loud. The type of thing that is "fun" right now, and might make you cringe like 6 years from now, and even later when that response dies down, will still illicit the thought "oh god that looks so [whatever year]." Or whatever. Like if you were to buy a laptop case in 2013 the correct choice would be teal-and-white chevron or purple nebula, in 2016 it would be pale pink. If youre buying it today you should do wavy checkerboard or colorful tech-article-illustration blobs. This is to illustrate the passing of time and the way material objects become enmeshed in our lives. To create a small, fond disdain that will innoculate you to larger disdains, about larger decisions in your life. If you choose too many tasteful, timeless colors, too many blacks and olive greens and navys and beiges, you will only have the grand parade of your life on which to focus your shame

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logorrhea5mip · 1 year

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How lovecraftian would we seem to machine life

Imagine that there exists a planet populated entirely by mechanical life, where "plants" are power stations and ore harvesters, where creatures have motors for muscles and iron rods for bones.

Imagine then an intelligent alien of this world coming to Earth. When analyzing our life, they think of discrete components, parts doing their jobs in obvious ways. And there are some, bones obviously provide support and joints act like hinges and...

What the f are all those bags of slime doing in the center of the body? Where is the motor, the wires, the sensors? WHY IS IT SO WET?

Our alien scientist might then pull out a microscope to examine a piece of tissue. First they see the larger structure, the blood vessels, the nerves, the blobs of fat. This doesn't explain anything. Then they may see cells, and this is where the horror starts. Cells are small, unbelivably small. The smallest component in an average electromotor is a wire which forms the armature. The average wire is 30 cells wide. What could a thing that small possibly do?

At the current zoom level the cell just has some stuff floating in it, moves a bit, and thats about it. And then, one of them starts twitching, moving about, and splits.

How? Why? What? After many hours of high power microscopy and chemical analysis, the alien figures out what the cells do and how: they are a bag of goop, with other smaller bags of goop in it. It lives, and grows, and does its job as long as the surrounding fluid has the right chemicals and gasses and temperature. And in it, lives The Dance.

The Dancers are myriad. Their shapes are more diverse than entire ecosystems back home, their form ever changing. There are small dancers, of mere dozen or so atoms. They run and spin and collide wildly, their moves ruled only by the mad forces of entropy and chance.

Then the larger dancers assemble. They form and break and form constantly, mostly in special places when many come to become one, where form and shape are copied and translated and changed. The dance of the larger dancers is still wild, the tumblings of a hot solution slamming them into each other many tines a second, and only sometimes do they actually merge, or change one another, or split apart like a dandelion being blown apart in the wind.

Tens of thousands of dancers dance, and they in the dance build and move and change, playing with chemistry itself as a hyperactive toddler plays with his toys. And all this madness, guides the wet, pulsating blobs of hot goo, and they form structures ever larger, until a bird takes flight, or a plant opens its flower.

The life of this world is a dance, one designed by madmen, one which can move and think and see and hear and live...

And the dancers dance into the dark, ever more chaotic, until all form and rules are forgotten and the music stops and the last dancer turns off the lights, to wait until they are eaten or drunk or breathed in, and the dance once more returns.

#biology #ramblings #lovecrafian #long reads #microbiology #exobiology #aliens #essay #chemistry #biochemistry #i will turn you into a biologist #not a reblog

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How smart is Terry? It obviously needs to be smart enough to control its trajectory and to know when it's time to leave a star system, but is it smarter than that?

It's hard to compare our concept of intelligence, adapted to a human world, to the concept of intelligence a flesh planet would need to have.

It's definitely aware of its surroundings, mostly through visual cues of its many eyes that it can integrate into a constant perception of the world around it. Unlike us, its perception would also include gravitational fields, which it would use to move around through star systems.

It must certainly know how to distinguish objects in space with precision, as it can locate new star systems to head to, new planets that are suitable for "infection", and asteroids where it can get new iron for its blood.

It has capacity for long-term planning, as it can prepare for the long interstellar journey.

Though it's certainly "alone" in space, before fully covering a host planet, a member of Terry's species is just a collection of much smaller "meat blobs" that must coordinate, fuse together and take over the planet. This shows some capacity for communication and cooperation towards a common goal that is only seen in more social species, though they would probably use chemical signals to communicate rather than sound. One must assume that the fully grown flesh planet must conserve some of this capacity for communication, though it's unknown how much each "meat blob" conserves some kind of individual identity or if they all fuse into a single mind.

In summary, the Xipe Totec species would show a kind of intelligence that, despite being quite alien to us, would be quite advanced. During its life cycle, a successful member of Terry's species would need to show a high degree of cooperation, adaptability to vastly different conditions found in space, and the long-term planning needed to carry out its life cycle.

#Xipe Totec #Terry the meat planet

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A.N.I.M. Adventure Art: Jordan

Art by @umbraldame

This art has been posted here with permission as part of A.N.I.M.’s Adventure Art initiative in our TTRPG book club.

For everyone's peace of mind, let's just say Jordan is a PC from Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy by A.N.I.M.

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If your art fits he parameters outlined on this post, and you’d like it featured here, tag us or post it in the book club’s Adventure Art channel on discord.

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Meet Jordan. There’s no hiding it in these images, Jordan is no ordinary woman, she’s a thing from beyond, the latest addition to the roster of playable monsters in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy. The original concept for this creature comes from @saiintxsiinner, and is used with her permission in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy.

Each of the five core playable monster types in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy kind of vaguely represent different ‘eras’ of horror, and if you look at it from that perspective, things from beyond represent the 20th century, evoking things such as Lovecraftian horror, aliens that somewhat resemble sea creatures, body snatchers, the blob, the thing, etc.

What a thing from beyond actually is is a large blanket of skin covered with photoreceptors and chromatophores on one side, and covered with teeth on the other. They have no front, back, head, or tail.

To interact with their preferred prey, humans, they twist, fold, and bend themselves into a very convincing human shape, complete with artificial clothes and hair, and change the color of their skin to complete the illusion. This is a bit uncomfortable and awkward, but it allows the thing from beyond to blend in with human society, mimic human speech, and perhaps most importantly, make friends.

You see, when a thing from beyond is “born”, they are not much more than an animal, but their natural method of hunting is a bit complex. Not only do they absorb nutrients from digested prey, but information encoded in DNA and neurochemical information stored in the brain, which their body integrates into their own body and equivalent to a brain, so that they can better think like their prey so as to better mimic and therefore hunt them.

You could say “they are what they eat.”

So when a thing from beyond develops a taste for humans, something this alien branch of evolution never expected happens, they begin to develop sapience and a personality of their own, along with, in many cases, a variety of very human desires, such as love and belonging.

By the time this is happening, it is already too late to turn back, should the thing from beyond even think to do so, and by the time the sapient mind of the thing from beyond realizes what it is, they have necessarily already eaten several people alive. For either side of their nature, there is no going back. The thing from beyond won’t even have much memory of their life before, at least none that is comprehensible to a human.

This also gives things from beyond some pretty unique mechanics regarding eating people. Unlike other monsters, they tend to ‘swallow’ people alive and digest them slowly—they can even hold a person in their ‘stomach’ while going about their human persona’s regular daily life, the victim trapped and helpless inside them as if the thing from beyond is a skin-tight full-body suit.

Rather than get a single boost of Composure points per victim like other playable monsters, the thing from beyond gets a small trickle of Composure points as they digest their victim over several days—but here’s where it gets even more interesting: They not only gain Composure points from digesting their victims—remember how I said they absorb information encoded into DNA as well as neurochemical information from the brain—they gain investigation points too, much more so if the victim they ate has something to do with the current mystery being investigated. And once they have been working on a victim for at least three days, they can start to “use” the parts of the victim’s mind they have absorbed. Similar to how any PC can spend 1 Eureka! Point to have a “Eureka! Moment” and retroactively gain information from a previously failed investigation roll, the thing from beyond can spend 1 Eureka! Point to gain one piece of information that the victim knew.

This is only scratching the surface of the awesome mechanics and rules interactions the thing from beyond has, but I have other work to do and can’t keep typing this forever—plus, I already wrote it all out in the latest prerelease version of the TTRPG Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, which you can get a copy of for $5 on our Patreon and start playing as a thing from beyond right away.

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dial-a-dyke · 4 months

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Do you know about Queering the Map?

Hey y'all! I wanna highlight a queer platform I've been really interested in recently, one that has gained popularity in the last couple months especially. You might recognize this heartbreaking and intimate excerpt from Gaza that's been circulating social media platforms in the last couple months:

I’ve always imagined you and me sitting out in the sun, hand and hand, free at last. We spoke of all the places we would go if we could. Yet you are gone now. If I had known that bombs raining down on us would take you from me, I would have gladly told the world how I adored you more than anything. I’m sorry I was a coward.

The post comes from queeringthemap.com which, according to their Instagram, "is a community-generated counter mapping platform for digitally archiving LGBTQ2IA+ experience in relation to physical space."

Basically, Queering the Map allows you to post your own queer memories from anywhere in the world, completely anonymous. Wanna mark where you and your girlfriend had your first date? Drop a pin. Wanna place yourself in the middle of the ocean as a metaphor for unrequited love? Drop a pin. Wanna reflect on being the only queer person in your town? Drop a pin.

There is no limit to what users can post - or what they can see. Every post that users have ever created is still on the site, serving as make-shift digital archive for queer memories. Posts are public to any user who visits the website, allowing people to browse the digital globe and the queer experiences people have shared.

Founded by Canadian artist Lucas LaRochelle in 2017, Queering the Map has connected countless LGBTQ2IA+ people from around the world. Some like to share their own memories, others find hope in reading others' posts, and some share the posts to other platforms for rhetorical purposes.

Take the excerpt above from Gaza, for example. It first began to circulate the web (to my knowledge) roughly a year ago, and then again in June after it was featured in a NYT article. Then, in October, Instagram, Twitter, Tik Tok, and Tumblr users began sharing the screenshotted post to show solidarity with Palestinians - especially queer Palestinians. The Dyke Project used this excerpt and others from Gaza to display on bus advertising systems. Something about Queering the Map captivated attention in a unique way - something about it made people feel like it was the right place to turn in moments and feelings of tragedy and horror.

Other times, people share posts that simply spoke to them. Illustrator Aude Nasr brought some posts to life, helping us picture the moments people were trying to document. I've posted some of Nasr's art here.

I encourage you all to check out queeringthemap.com at some point, if not to post for yourself but to just see the beautiful, lively, and complicated memories someone, somewhere, wanted you to see. And to my queer siblings everywhere: I am constantly amazed by our desire to connect with each other, to defy borders and time, and to write our stories down.

Quick userguide:

Entering the website, users find themselves in a zoomed in location on the map. The water is blue, but the land is pink with dotted lines indicating borders between states or regions, and straight lines between countries. Using their mouse, one can scroll to zoom in or out. Memories are marked on the pink map by black location tags, which you can click on to view the specific memory a user shared for that location, or simply run your mouse over it for a smaller box to show the text. Zooming out too far, a user might see a black blob, no pink space in sight as so many memories have been posted to a particular region.

Were you familiar with Queering the Map before this post? What about before the last couple of months? What Queering the Map entry speaks to you? What does queer memory making mean to you?

Here's some posts I've been thinking about lately.

It gets better. When I first got here I was so unsure of myself and if I would be accepted. Now, I know I am loved, I am more sure and I have been accepted and embraced unlike ever before. Roll Pride baby!

came out to my daughter here while driving her to school, 6 years later and 6000km away she came out to me .

Came out to my folks. It didn’t go too well.

Was with the cutest guy I’d ever met

I’m from rafah and she’s from deir al balah, she got married later and i left gaza strip, to this day i think of you, to this day i wish to be back to sleep with you in the same bed, i want you to call for my name again, i wish if i can be with you again my heart. بحبك وبالرغم من الي صار دايما في بالي.

Idk how long I will live so I just want this to be my memory here before I die. I am not going to leave my home, come what may. My biggest regret is not kissing this one guy. He died two days back. We had told how much we like each other and I was too shy to kiss last time. He died in the bombing. I think a big part of me died too. And soon I will be dead. To younus, i will kiss you in heaven.

First kiss 16 years ago

One day, this sea will not divide us.

i hope your family knows i will love you until the day i die. i hope we meet in every life, no matter how many times you break my heart. Wo ai ni

故事从这里开始 : ) Un día te olvidaré, no importa que sea tan difícil. Me lo creo.

#queer #queer history #lgbtq #sapphic #gay

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After screaming about Scar and Pearl for roughly an hour, i have been convinced to share some of my thoughts. Which may or may not hurt. ALSO: secret life spoilers ahead, be wary. (all of the below entries are copy and pasted, and may not make sense altogether. some go with others, but maybe a little more of them are alone)

While Scar and Scott were half fighting with each other (Scott was trying to shoot him) he was talking about how he chose Pearl and their team over him, and Pearl and Scar were stuck together in the end, the two most wronged by their partners in Double Life (Martyn is up there, but he didn't really have it bad because he has always been a free roamer, unless he has someone to devote too) but Scott, the one who was talking to Scar about this, was also the one who left his soulmate alone. Maybe Scar saw that Scott was to blame. Maybe he saw some sort of hope in Pearls eyes that he wasn't going to tell Scott he was just playing both sides. And maybe Scar figured that she needed someone. And he could understand. They were quite similar, after all :)

Not a copy and paste but thinking about ship names (or duo name) whether platonic, qpr, or romantic, and a dear friend of mine said Moonflower, or Scarlet moon (i am a Moonflower girlie myself)

grian can go to Hermitcraft knowing that we are reaching the end of Hermitcraft (LAST SECRET LIFE SESH RECORDING was 9 days before the end and we have 5 now. how many minecraft days can our weirdo blobs fit) and he thinks, I can finally talk to scar about 3rd life because he's a winner now he remembers if we're doing backwards winners curse, and then be goes to talk to scar in scarland, but stops because. He's with Pearl. And the two of them are laughing and crying, but Grian can see just how close those two winners are so instead he turns and walks away, knowing that he's safe from the watchers with Pearl even if it hurts so badly.

AND AND. specifically. how they won. because it's not like, oh we can talk to each other and get answers from each other, its that it was the exact same method. Scott killed himself both times, and both Scar and Pearl were alone

grian can go to Hermitcraft knowing that we are reaching the end of Hermitcraftthey were both treated wrong by soulmates, (Grians cheating, Scott leaving Pearl), AND OMG that hurts so much more in that paragraph i wrote before cause what if Grian's like, i deserve it for how i treated him, because he knows that he unintentionally uses other players just so he can survive in the games (LAST SECRET LIFE SESH RECORDING was 9 days before the end and we have 5 now. how many minecraft days can our weirdo blobs fit) and he thinks, I can finally talk to scar about 3rd life because he's a winner now he remembers if we're doing backwards winners curse, and then be goes to talk to scar in scarland, but stops because. He's with Pearl. And the two of them are laughing and crying, but Grian can see just how close those two winners are so instead he turns and walks away, knowing that he's safe from the watchers with Pearl even if it hurts so badly.

quoting a friend (not the one who helped with the names) as a reply to my earlier idea of grian angst: "GRIAN THINKING HE DESERVES IT AUGH I LOVE THAT. the two soulmateless people becoming eachothers soulmates !!"

my reply to my friends words (the bit one line above this one), and the thing that really hit my the most: "no no not soulmates. that's two bittersweet for them. no they want something more fluffy, like tilly or jellie. Something like 'partners.' or 'Lovers' but never soulmates. Because really, as much as how they were treated hurt. their soulmates lead them too each other. And well, if you have a soulmate that isn't romantic, it's only fitting if they lead you to the person for you that is, whether they mean it or not.

Help i need sleep but the token semi straights are slapping me with swords-

#Scar and Pearl #secret life #secret life smp #secret life spoilers #life series #traffic smp #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #The new “shipname”#Moonflower #(please let me know if anyone has another)#i need them

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A Chance N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha and R talks about having kids and their journey

Natasha was always an attentive person, she always let you talk and only asked her questions after. You can tell she’s really interested in the topic when she asks questions after questions.

Like right now.

We were at Clint’s place visiting them when Lila showed her recent drawings. Nat was really invested as they conversed with each other. Cooper saw them and didn’t want to feel left out so he joined them as well.

They were in their own world while their parents and I looked over at them.

“So… Nat and kids huh.” Clint started out as he took a sip of his coffee.

“What? I never- well, because Nat-... I don’t know.” I didn’t know what to say. I could tell Nat was having kids in her mind but she hasn’t spoken to me about it.

“I’m sure it’s okay. You can be the one talking to her about it.” Laura suggested. I nodded to let her know I heard her but it was going to be tough to talk to Nat about it.

What if I was reading the signs wrong? Maybe she didn’t want a kid. We were not even married yet. What if we fall out in the future? Are we even ready? How are we going to take care of a child in the future? Natasha pulled me out of my thoughts when she placed a hand on my thigh as we were driving back.

“Yeah?”

“I called you many times but you weren’t answering. What were you thinking about?” Nat took my left hand while she kept hers on the steering wheel. Should I tell her now? Do I risk it?

“Baby?” Natasha called me again. “You’ve been off since we left Clint’s.”

“I saw how you looked at Lila and Cooper… Do you… want a kid?” I asked and turned to look at her expression. Her face fell slightly and I knew it was bad timing to ask her. I shouldn’t have asked her at all, now she thinks that I am rushing her. Stupid me.

“I do.” Nat said, making me snap my head to her. “But I can’t.” She continued.

“I’m sure Bruce or Tony can figure something out.” I clasped her hand tightly to reassure her. Being forcefully taken away from the privilege of having your own child was such a sick thing to do but I am glad that she may have a chance again.

All of a sudden, Nat swerved the car to the side of the road and I yelped before being brought into a passionate kiss. “There’s no one else I'd rather have a kid with.”

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So here we are going to our first ultrasound. Nat took the procedure so it was her carrying our kid. It was either up to Nat or me to carry the baby since they were also able to figure out a way for Nat to get pregnant or than it being genetically from the both of us.

It was really going either way. Both of us wanted the other party to carry it since it was a very noble task but eventually I pulled out the ultimatum.

“I’m younger than you. If a few years down the road we decide to have another kid then I’ll carry it. For now, I want you to have the experience first.” I explained to her. Although I wanted her to carry it, it was also dangerous since there could be many complications as Bruce told us. But deep down, I know she knows this could be her only chance.

“Congratulations! It’s a success.” Bruce showed us the tiny blob on the screen showing that there was finally a life in Natasha.

“You did it!” I held Nat’s hand in joy. “You’re going to be a mum.”

Natasha POV I thought I could never be happier when I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend. Seeing the screen brought me so much joy I’ve never felt before. Y/N was also very excited as she shook me immediately after hearing the good news.

“Well, obviously Fury will be notified of this and no future mission for you.” Bruce said as he printed out the ultrasound for the both of us. “Congratulations once again.”

And with that, time began with the overprotectiveness. I know the first trimester can be slightly tricky and risky as there was a higher chance of miscarriage but Y/N was around me 24/7. It was tough tackling morning sickness and cravings.

In the beginning, Y/N made me my usual peanut butter sandwich and I made sure she cuts it diagonally otherwise I won’t be eating it. She plates it up and serves it to me together with some orange juice. One of the downsides I quickly realised was not being able to drink my morning coffee.

As I brought the sandwich closer, the feeling of throwing up was very apparent. I dropped the sandwich and pushed it away and tried to regain myself. “Are you okay?” Y/N came around and asked.

I started tearing up as Y/N held me. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

Unable to get any words out, I started sobbing uncontrollably in Y/N chest. She became visibly worried as she kept asking if I was okay and what was wrong. I only shook my head and she waited until I calmed down.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I can’t eat my peanut butter sandwich…” I took her a moment to click in her head but she just smiled at me.

“You can always find a new favourite.” She pulled away from me and used her index finger to lift my chin. “Think of it as an opportunity to explore. Think about all the food combinations there are in the world, maybe you’ll find another one you like.”

“And if you don’t… well, you can come back to it after nine months.” She chuckled at the end.

“I’ll never leave my peanut butter sandwich.” I said. “But, she wants some ice cream right now.”

“She? So it’s a her? And are you sure it’s not you who wants ice cream in the morning?” She teased and booped my nose.

“It’s just a feeling. We are one now, so what I want is what she wants.” I said as I gently caressed my non-existence bump.

“And what you want, I will get.” She kissed my forehead before looking through the freezer for some ice cream. Without bothering to scoop it up, she took the entire tub with a spoon for me.

“It’s yours now. No one else will touch it.”

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It’s been a few weeks now and my cravings have been all over the place, literally. Thanks to Y/N and Tony’s extensive cash and contacts, they were able to get what I craved for. I would literally have a breakdown when they told me everything was sold out or none of the stores were carrying it. There were cuisines I have never tried before or countries I’ve been to, but those were the days when that was just all I wanted.

Sometimes, it was just a weird combination but easily obtained, that’s when I usually see her face relax when she knew she was going to be able to get it. Sad to say, most of my cravings came in the middle of the night. I just know that this little one would be snacking a lot when she comes out of me.

“Baby….” I nudged Y/N who was sleeping next to me with her hands gently placed on my bump.

“Hmm? Yes?” She rubbed her eyes and looked at me. I gave her a cheeky smile and she instantly knew I was craving for something again.

“I want some Hot Cheetos and corn kernels right now.” I gave her the best baby eyes and pout I could muster.

“No need for this face baby. I’ll get you anything at any time of the day, at your request.” She said while pulling the covers away from her. “Just give me twenty minutes baby. I’ll be right back.” She yawned before taking her night robe and heading out of our room.

It took a while for me to register that she didn’t change and neither did she take her keys. I rolled out of bed to find her only to see her sleeping in the kitchen with a bag of hot cheetos in front of her.

“Y/N.” I shook her shoulders gently. “What are you doing here?” I asked with a slight confusion.

“Huh? I’m just waiting for the corn to be ready.” She pointed towards the stove. “How do you want it to be? In a bowl? Mixed? Or separate?”

“Mixed sounds nice. Oh, can you also crush up the cheetos so it’s smaller?” I requested.

She nodded and proceeded to hit the bag with her hands so the contents decrease in size before pouring it into a bowl. Once the corn was ready, she drained the excess water before putting it in a cup and mixed them together. The yellow and orange colour mixed really well.

I guess this was one of my more tamed cravings as I could tell that Y/N was also craving for some as she looked into my bowl with her lips together as if not wanting herself to succumb to temptations.

“Want to try some? I think it’s something I’ll continue to eat.” I pushed my bowl towards her and she looked at me. “Want me to feed you?” I scooped some in the spoon before putting it closer to her mouth.

“But it's yours.”

“So I’ll decide how I want to share it.” I moved the spoon, urging her to take a bite. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging.” Reluctantly, she took the bite.

“It’s really good. I guess we have to keep cheetos and corn in our house from now on.”

“I love you and I can’t wait to meet our baby.” With my right hand, I held her hand and with my left, I gently stroked the baby bump. Letting her know she’s loved even though she wasn’t born yet. “You’ve done so much for me even though it’s only been three months.” I was grateful for all the sleepless nights Y/N has had, demands she endured and more to come.

“I love you too.”

Your POV With flowers in my hand, I tread down the beaten path to a place that was all too familiar to me. With mixed feelings, I placed the flowers on the ground before taking a seat next to them, looking at the view that they were forever seeing.

“So…” I started speaking. There were a lot of things I wanted to say to them but it was all stuck in my throat, my thoughts all jumbled up and I was unable to get a word out.

I cleared my throat before trying again. “Natasha and I are having a kid, with technology we were able to make it happen. Oh and she’s about five months in now. Even though the baby is not here yet, I can definitely understand how you feel now. The overwhelming sense to make sure nothing goes wrong to your kid, to make sure all her needs are taken care of.”

“It really makes you feel an entirely different feeling that I'm still unable to put my hands on. I can’t wait for her arrival to this world. I just wish you were here to witness it all.” I was getting a little emotional so I quickly shifted the topic.

“I’m planning to propose to Nat after all this, I already bought the ring so I’m just waiting on the timing. Speaking of which, I should probably get back to her. Wouldn’t want an angry and moody girlfriend to deal with.” I chuckled and stood up.

“Hopefully, I’ll be able to see you guys again sooner.” I transferred the kiss from my palm to my parent’s graves.

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“Where have you been?” Nat whined as she saw I entered the compound. Glancing at the rest of the team, they were laughing at the once stoic badass assassin changing throughout her pregnancy.

“I went to see my parents, baby.” I hugged her close to my side and whispered in her ears. I didn’t like talking about them to others and I didn’t want to invite questions. She nodded, letting me know she heard me.

“Were you bored while I was gone?” I reached over for the cheetos that was resting on her bump. It’s not that big yet, but enough to rest a bag of chips on it. We stayed in the living room for a while to catch up.

“Baby, want to head to bed? We have a long day tomorrow.” I asked Nat who was dozing off on my shoulder among the chatter. She hummed and I said goodnight to the rest before carrying her up.

“Goodnight baby.” I kissed her cheeks before falling asleep myself.

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The next morning, it was tough to get out of the compound as Natasha has been throwing up a lot. I thought we had passed that stage but this took both of us by surprise. I tried convincing Natasha to take a break and change plans but she refused.

We decided that once we went further along into the pregnancy, we were going to tell our parents. We didn’t want them to be all happy and excited only to make them sad again if something were to happen.

We took the quinjet as it would be quicker and more comfortable. Nat and I talked a lot on our way there, how we were going to spoil our kid, who was going to play the bad cop and how we were going to support her throughout her life.

We didn’t tell them we were coming so you could imagine their shock when a large plane landed in front of their house. We were greeted with weapons on their hands ready to strike when we walked out of the quinjet.

Being greeted by a family of ex-assassin was not a thing to joke with and it was taking all of me not to hide behind my pregnant girlfriend.

“Guys, it’s just us. Drop your weapons.” Nat spoke first before making their way towards them. I smiled and held her hand, but really I was freaking out inside.

“About time you came to visit us.” Melina said after putting her gun away, same did Yelena.

We arrived unannounced around lunch time so Melina gave us all a share of whatever she cooked though I passed mine along to Nat, knowing she was going to eat more.

“You’re not hungry, Y/N?” Alexis asked as he wolfed down his plate.

“Jesus, stop with the barbaric eating. You act as if I don’t cook.” Melina tugged his arm, trying not to get embarrassed by his behaviour.

“We actually came to announce something…” I started in the middle of lunch.

“Take this napkin and wipe your mouth dear, it's getting all over you.” Melina reached out to the center of the table and passed him a piece of napkin.

“So a couple of months back…”

“Thank you so much.” He accepted the gesture from his wife and wiped around his mouth.

“Guys! Listen! All of you!” Natasha slammed the table next to you which made everyone jump. Okay, maybe only me. What kind of assassin jumps at this kind of threat?

“That’s not fair. I didn’t say anything.” Yelena said, earning a glare from Nat. After getting the go ahead from Nat, I continued speaking.

“So, as I was saying…” I began, but this time Nat was the one who interrupted me. What’s with this family and their interrupting? I can never get a full sentence in before someone tries to speak up.

“Actions speak louder than words.” I looked as she raised from the table and pulled her oversized hoodie behind her waist, showing off her bump. It was silent at the table for a few seconds until the two ladies reacted.

“No way! You’re pregnant!” The mother said. “Looks to be around four months?”

“Five.” I said.

“But how?” Yelena questioned. Knowing her sister got sterilised in the red room.

“Bruce and Tony helped a lot.” Nat released her hoodie and sat back down to eat. Lunch continued with how our life was going to change in the future with the little one running around. The bundle of joy that sometimes causes trouble and you giving in to the puppy eyes because your kid wanted some ice cream before bed. But Nat and I would love them no matter what.

Everyone was happy to celebrate the joyous news that only laughter could be heard from the house which was unheard of from this house.

We retreated back into our room once it reached the night.

“It’s nice to be back but they can’t stop talking.” Nat sighed as she relaxed into the bed. I sat at the end of the bed to give her a foot massage. Though, it's not everyday that her feet hurt, I know she would never ask for help until it was unbearable. And it was nice to get into a routine.

“How’s your back?” I always give a full package, not stopping at the feet, going to her back and her shoulders if she requests.

“I’m fine. I just want cuddles.” She spread her arms and I laid in her embrace.

“Mummy wants to meet you soon… but don’t give mummy too much trouble okay?” I gently poked Nat’s bump and traced random shapes with my finger. “I also can't wait to meet you soon, peanut.” I whispered.

“You’re too cute.” Nat kissed my temple.

“And you’re very beautiful.”

Natasha POV We know this is usually done much earlier in the pregnancy but we decided to wait a little longer to figure out the gender of the baby. We have been referring it as her because that’s what I was gravitating towards, but we would be happy with either.

It was embarrassing but I had a breakdown when I couldn't fit into my normal clothes anymore. There would always be an awkward end of my shirt hanging off my bump and not covering it totally and worse of all, my pants wouldn’t even fit!

Y/N came into the room to see me in a sobbing mess and clothes all over the floor one day. Through my cries, I told her my clothes no longer fit and she gave me her hoodie to wear instead. It reached her knees so it was alright for me to wear.

“Let’s go get you some maternity clothes. Or do you want me to go and get Thor’s clothes? Or Steve’s? Or Bucky’s?”

“I only want yours.”

Before we went out, we headed to Bruce lab for another ultrasound check. Wanda wanted to plan a gender reveal party so we told Bruce to give her the result. Everything was fine and since we were planning to have the baby in the compound, we weren’t too worried.

While getting maternity clothes, Y/N was very excited to get some baby clothes. Surely she managed to grab something in every row. Showing me each set that caught her eye.

“What about this?” Y/N grabbed one with a baby shark design. I chuckled at how adorable she was, the baby is not here yet and she’s so excited.

“Grab whatever you want. We’ll put it under Tony’s card.”

Finally I was able to wear some pants, it’s quite comfortable really. I can see why some of them continue to wear these even after their pregnancy. It looks like normal pants on the outside, but more comfortable.

Once we made our payment, we went back to the compound. Wanda, with everyone’s help, had already planned what she was going to do tomorrow. She was bouncing off the walls, the first time being able to plan a gender reveal party.

Pietro was suffering the worst of her wrath. Being fast and her brother was not a good combination. Wanda always got her brother to buy the party stuff because she was able to get it in an instant. Not even the same day delivery would be able to work as fast as him.

Y/N was laughing her ass off when she saw everyone working their ass off. No one dares to be idling or else she would really let them idle while hanging from the ceiling. When she tried to go out to the backyard to have a look, Wanda quickly shoved her in so she wouldn’t ruin the surprise.

“Well, it seems like most of them are busy and we have the compound to ourselves. Mostly, anyway.” Y/N said.

“We should use the movie theatre. Maybe have a Harry Potter marathon?” I suggested.

“Sure! Let me go get some snacks. Cheetos? Cheetos yeah.” Before waiting for my reply, she dashed off the snacks cabinet while I made my way to the dark movie theatre. I decided to start from the beginning as one does in a movie marathon, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. (Or do you call it the Sorcerer's Stone?)

“I GOT THE SNACKS!”

“Wait a minute, I’m going to get some extra things.” She opened the bag of Cheetos for me before dashing out again. She sure is excited. I’ve never seen her with a smile this long. She has her down days occasionally, but I’m happy she’s happy.

I laughed hysterically when I saw her coming in with piles of pillows in front of her. She walked slowly as she was unable to see what was in front of her. There was nothing to worry about as if she were to hit on something, the pile of pillows were sure to protect her.

Y/N placed them all around me and I looked at her. “I want you to be comfortable.”

“I look ridiculous.”

“Well, lucky that only I am here.” She ignored me. “Let’s start the movie.”

We were halfway into the second movie. Several trips have been made to the washroom, to replenish the snacks and drinks and making sure Wanda hasn’t killed anyone.

“Want to think of baby names, honey?” Y/N asked as she had her arm around my shoulders.

It was something we haven’t thought about. Honestly, I didn’t even think about it. I’ve thrown it to the back of my mind. We’ve been referring to her as ‘baby’ or ‘peanut’ as Y/N sometimes would say.

“I was thinking about Riley or Ayla. Since you think it’s going to be a girl.” Y/N said when she saw that I remained silent.

“Or maybe Ezra?” I suggested. “Sounds like a strong person.”

“Well, we still have time to think about it. Let’s not rush it.” She dropped down to the floor and started massaging my feets as it was getting late. I haven’t been on my feet long today but I just let her do it since she would not take no for an answer anyway. She had her eyes on the screen while she worked her methods on my feet. She’s getting better and better each day.

“BABE!” I raised my voice slightly and placed my hands on my stomach.

“Huh? What? What’s wrong?” She looked around in panic as best she could in the dark room with the lights from the movie.

“The baby kicked. Here.” I took her hand and placed it on my bump.

The baby kicked again and this time much stronger and you can clearly see my shirt moving slightly. “Ouhh it feels weird.”

“Yeah, I have to survive with this for three more months. It’s hurting my ribs slightly.” Her face dropped slightly when I told her I was in pain. “I’m fine really, it’s going to be all worth it when our baby comes into this world.”

We didn’t manage to finish the marathon as I ended up falling asleep on the couch. She wanted to carry me up to bed but I was already getting comfortable and didn't feel like being moved.Y/N placed a blanket over me and made sure I was alright before taking the next couch.

“Goodnight peanut, I can’t wait to see you soon.”

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“Alright, it’s just beyond this door so close your eyes for a sec.” Wanda said excitedly before making Bucky and Steve cover our eyes so we won’t peek. Once she made sure everything was in place, she opened the door and gave the signal for them to uncover our eyes.

“You can open your eyes now!!”

The backyard was decorated with purple, pink and blue. Wanda showed us all her designs and I’m impressed that she managed to settle all this in less than a day. All the balloons were hanging in the air due to the helium. They must have figured out how much helium to put with the two brains she has in her arsenal.

“This is amazing Wanda! You’ve outdone yourself!” Y/N praised Wanda.

>time skip to main event<

The cupcakes were great, I’m not sure if it was made by Wanda or did she order it. Either way, it’s amazing.

“Alright. Stand here.” Wanda placed us in the middle of the backyard and gave Y/N a big black balloon for her to hold above our heads. “Hawkeye is going to shoot the balloon and whatever colour the confetti falls out will be the gender of the baby!”

Clint drew his arrow back and released it. The balloon popped and roars and cheers could be heard as PINK confetti fell around us.

“We are going to have a girl!!!” Y/N screamed excitedly before bringing me to a hug.

“Oh my god we are going to get a niece!!” Wanda squealed before jumping on Y/N’s back. “I’m going to be their favourite aunt.”

>time skip to night<

“So a girl huh.” Y/N said after the party and we were relaxing in bed. She drank a couple glasses of champagne so she’s pretty tipsy now. She didn’t want me to be the only one without alcohol in my glass but I encouraged her. Since she won’t be able to drink anytime soon when the baby comes.

“She’s going to be my princess. And you’re going to be my queen.” Y/N said before passing out.

I smiled at her before saying. “You’re my queen too.” I kissed her cheeks before snuggling with her and falling asleep next to her.

>three months later<

Everything is just irritating at the moment. Being nine months pregnant is not fun. It’s getting tiring having to get up to pee every few minutes and the baby just kicking my ribs and kidney, it’s so frustrating.

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked as she saw me getting out of the couch.

“To the washroom. AND NO! I don’t need you to follow me.” I can’t even do anything without someone watching me nowadays. I waddled to the washroom since normal walking was getting difficult.

“Oh hey Nat. Where are you doing?” Steve came from a corner.

“Just leave me alone.” Nat raised her voice and Steve backed away from her.

“Steve.” I heard Y/N say. He looked at her before walking away, leaving me alone.

Y/N was still looking in my direction waiting for me to come back, she didn’t say anything but I know she was worried silently in her own way. I shifted in my seat when I felt a dull pain in my lower back. Those stupid braxton hicks that I’ve been getting lately was annoying as well.

I felt Y/N arms around my back and she shifted around so she could massage my back. I faced my back against her so it was easier on her. With two hands, she started working and I could feel that my pain was vanishing.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked.

“Yes. Thanks. Sorry for snapping at you earlier.”

“It’s fine. You are probably feeling very irritated. I understand. You get a free pass.” She joked at the end.

“You know I love you right?”

“I love you too, beautiful.” Y/N hugged me from behind and gently placed her hands on my belly. “Ohh, did she just kick?”

I nodded. My mood has changed with just a few moments of interaction with her. “I can’t wait to actually meet her.”

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“Are you okay?” Y/N asked when she sensed that I kept shifting in bed.

“Yeah. I just can’t get comfortable.” I randomly said.

Y/N got out of bed and placed the yoga ball in front of her. “You’re never going to find a better position to sleep. So just sit here and try to forget about the pain.” She suggested. I sighed and nodded since sleep was not coming easily. She helped me up from bed, just sitting up from bed is so difficult and placed me on the blue yoga ball. She sat on one herself and we bounced on them together.

Once we got into a rhythm, I was getting a lot more relaxed and I could feel my eyes closing. “It’s okay, you can go to sleep at any time. I’ll be here.” She reassured me. I closed my eyes and leaned on Y/N body and I’m not sure what happened next.

The next day I woke up in bed and Y/N was already gone. I thought she would be here with me the entire time so I was slightly upset. I tried getting up from bed and that’s when I felt the wet feelings between my legs.

Ah shit. My water just broke.

I rode through the first contraction before rolling out of bed and gave myself a quick shower. This shit hurts, it is nowhere close to what braxton hicks feels like.

I placed both arms on the countertop and endured the pain as another contraction came.

“Nat? Are you okay?” Y/N asked as she saw me clutching my stomach in the bathroom.

“I- my water broke so-“

“What? Why didn’t you call me?” She cuts me off.

“Just shut up.”

“Okay. Okay. Let’s go to Bruce first.” She continued to rub my back while I was holding the edge of the sink, taking deep breaths from the pain.

“Alright, just change into the gown and we’ll take a last ultrasound to see if the baby is in the right place.” Bruce said. Once he checked and made sure everything was okay, he gave us the freedom of either staying at the medbay until the time came or just hanging close to the lab in case anything happened.

“Can we just walk around babe?” I asked after enduring another contraction.

“Yeah sure, if it helps.” She helped me out of the bed and we walked up and down the

hallway. My feet hurt from walking and standing but it’s nothing compared to what my pelvic was experiencing. I groaned and muttered curse words as the contraction got closer and closer.

“Nat, I know you want to walk but we should go back.” Y/N urged.

The moment I laid on the bed, another contraction hit. “Fuck! It hurts… too much.” I gripped onto Y/n wrist, cutting the blood flow to her hands.

“Time for an epidural?” Bruce came in to check and I just nodded my head, unable to say much.

He hooked me up to the epidural and pasted all sorts of things on my belly to keep track of the contraction. “Alright, it should kick in in a few minutes.”

“Why did I even agree to this?” I asked Y/N finally when I was well enough.

“Because you know it will be all worth it in the future.” She wiped the sweat on my forehead and pushed the stray hair behind my ears. “Rest as much as you can.”

Your POV

It has been 8 hours since Nat’s water broke in the morning and 2 since she got her epidural. She isn’t dialating as quickly as she liked and although she wasn’t in as much pain as she was earlier, she still had a firm grip on my wrist, never letting go.

I tried wiping away as much sweat as I could. There wasn’t really much I could do other than being there for her. I noticed that her temperature was rising each time I approached her. “Baby, are you feeling okay?”

She didn’t say anything but nodded her head groggily. “I know you’re tired, but you shouldn’t be this tired.”

Worried that something might be wrong, I went to get Bruce who was just working next door. I stood to the side when Bruce asked Nat a couple questions regarding her current situation. “I’m guessing you are allergic to epidurals. I’ll take it off you and see if the fever resides.”

“I’m glad it was nothing serious.” I said.

“Well, you’re slightly past eight centimeters now, so just a few hours more and you can start pushing.” Bruce informed Natasha before leaving again.

“The pain is going to start again.” Nat whimpered as I held her hand.

“You do this. You’re strong, baby.”

Since the time to push was approaching, more people started to gather in the room. Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Pietro, Sam and Tony all came. They were all trying to distract her from the pain by chatting with her but my wrist was not able to escape.

I watched as her face scrunched in pain. “At this moment, I really hate you a lot.” Nat said while she held her belly and the other laughed at my demise like this was some sort of a show for them.

“Is it very funny?” And they all instantly shut up.

Then, Dr Cho and Bruce came in and urshed everyone to leave while the other medical personnel got Natasha ready. I could see the panic in Nat’s face as she knew what was coming. “Hey hey, it’s okay. I'm going to be right here.”

Dr Cho took the wheels and started guiding Nat. “Just listen to your body and push whenever you feel ready.”

Natasha started pushing for some time but there was minimal progress. I saw more nurses crowding around and I knew I needed to distract Nat. “You’re doing okay.” I encourage Nat and plant a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

“I can see the head, the end of the tunnel is in sight.” Hearing this, motivated Nat and once again she gave her all.

“Alright, the shoulder is out. Just one last push.”

“Arghhh.” Natasha gave one final push and I can hear the baby cries and Natasha's face relaxing.

“Y/N, do you want to cut the cord?” Dr Cho called out.

“You did amazing, baby.” I kissed Nat on the lips before going to cut the cord.

“Here’s your beautiful baby girl.” Dr Cho passed her to me after cleaning her up.

“Nat! Look. Isn’t she adorable?” I let her hold our baby girl.

“She is the best.” Nat said while her eyes were closing.

“Nat! What’s wrong?” I asked anxiously.

“Take care of her.” My arms went to catch our girl before my mind registered what’s happening. The next thing I know, I was being pushed out of the room with our baby girl in my arms.

I was frozen staring into the room until someone tapped my shoulders. “Y/N. What’s wrong?” Wanda spoke up when she noticed my expression.

“I- I don’t know. Nat’s eyes were closing and- and now I’m here. What if something happens to her? What if she died? What am I going to do?”

“Y/N! Calm down. She’s going to be fine. She’s a fighter.” Steve stopped me before I spiral out.

“Let me meet my niece!” Wanda excitedly said. Everyone took turns holding my baby girl when I were still trying to figure out what was going on in the room.

Soon Bruce came out and I stepped forward immediately. “How’s Natasha?” I asked.

“She’s alright now. There was a hemorrhage since her uterus is artificial. Her body wasn’t used to it even after nine months. After a blood transfusion she should be fine.” Bruce updated me. I released a breath that I didn’t realise I was holding.

“Can I see her now?”

“Yup. She should wake up soon.”

When I walked into the room, I was expecting her to be asleep. But I guess the anesthesia wasn’t that strong. She was already sitting up against the bed like she would every morning. She was always an early riser, already completed many things before I even woke up.

“Why are you just standing there?” Natasha broke me out of my thoughts.

“You scared me.’ I said in a low voice. “YOU FUCKING SCARED ME. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE!”

“I know I know. But I am here now.” I wiped my tears as I approached her.

“How’s Riley?”

“Huh?”

“Riley, our daughter.”

“Oh, here.” I passed Riley to Natasha. “She’s still sleeping but it’s likely she’ll wake up soon.”

Others burst into the room, making lots of noise and I instantly hushed them. Everyone cooed at the sight they were looking at. Never in their life did they think they would get to see Natasha being so soft or even have her own child.

“I didn’t introduce her properly earlier. Meet Riley Romanoff.”

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