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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟐

in the heat of the moment, drea decides that a friendly little spar would be best for two “a-little-more-than-friends” friends.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers, mild swearing, a longer chapter.

– author’s note: welcome to the final chapter of the series, hence why this chapter’s a fair bit longer than the rest! if you’ve enjoyed this series as much as i have in writing it, i appreciate and love you all so much !! disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic or Aztec descent and used a translator for certain terms, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: ni una palabra de esto para nadie, ¿entendido, perro? - not a word of this to anyone, got it, dog? adios, mi chispa - goodbye, my spark

“Drea, hey, uh, what’s up?” He grinned, fighting the red on his cheeks as he tried to casually lean on the wall with a little dog, the pet jumping eagerly while barking.

“Gah, nothing much,” She chuckled, kneeling to pick up the barking dog. “Was having a slight sparring session before bathing this guy. Sorry about Sparky, he gets excited around new people, don’t you, buddy?”

Giggling, Drea tickled the dog’s stomach, Sparky wagging his tail with little yips of joy. Jaime’s smile grew wider, pushing himself off the wall to walk closer to his neighbour.

“He’s so energetic. Is that why his name’s Sparky?” He hummed, placing his hand near the dog, allowing Sparky to warm up to him.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long until Sparky was licking Jaime’s hovering hand eagerly, Drea grinning at the man beside her. The dog soon stood on her arms with his back legs, his front legs on her shoulder as he wiggled, wanting to get closer to Jaime.

“He warmed up way faster to you than anyone else he’s met so far,” She smiled a wide smile, Jaime scoffing in disbelief.

“And how many people is that?”

“Including you, four,” She winked, laughter escaping Jaime as he picked up the dog from her shoulders, holding the little dog close.

He gently pet the dog’s back, his neighbour grinning widely before tilting her head in a direction, Jaime perking up in confusion and curiosity. He didn’t get much of an answer before Drea turned the corner, disappearing behind a wall.

Jaime soon followed after, spotting her figure disappear up the set of stairs.

“Hey, wait, where are you goin’?” He called out quickly, glancing at the dog in his arms.

He hummed uneasily, waiting at the bottom of the stairs as one second turned into a minute. Drea’s voice then chimed down at him, her head popping up from behind the stairwell’s bannister above.

“Well, what’re you waiting for?” She grinned, Jaime glancing up at the spiral staircase. “We don’t have all day, I wanna show you something.”

Nervously, he followed after, muttering curses to himself as Khaji-Da began to ring in his head after its long silence. A furious blush appeared on his face as he hissed at the alien in his mind, the dog in his arms wriggling in restlessness.

Quickly, he placed the pet on the ground, Sparky hopping up the stairs, occasionally glancing back at Jaime as if to check up on him and to make sure the man behind him was following.

As soon as they reached the top, Sparky began jumping at Drea’s feet, the girl lightly patting his head as she crossed her arms, smirking over at her neighbour.

“Well, you took long enough.”

“I don’t even know if I’m supposed to be here,” He huffed in return, Drea grabbing his hand with a grin, Jaime’s cheeks glowing warm once more.

“If we were under different circumstances, yeah you wouldn’t, but in this case, you’re welcome to this room specifically.”

With a shove of her hand, the door burst open and the lights flickered on. Jaime’s eyes widened at the sight, spotting all the weapons and materials hanging on one wall of the room. The floors were cushioned with mats, and windows were covered shut by the blinds to prevent anyone from looking in. A punching bag sat in the corner, clearly well-used with the slight scorch burns that were present.

Despite having seen Kord’s Blue Beetle lair, a small smile grew across Jaime’s cheeks, the charm of the overall room drawing him in as he walked to the weapon-filled wall.

“You’ve had a training room this whole time, and you never told me?” He glanced next to him, spotting Drea picking up an obsidian feather from the wall before them.

“Of course,” She grinned cheekily. “Feeling left out?”

“Yeah, pretty much," He chuckled, plucking the feather out of her hands. “All this time we could’ve been sparring, preparing ourselves against people like Phantom.”

“Let’s do it now then.”

His eyes widened, a smile growing on his face. Jaime shook his head a little, a chuckle escaping his lips. Drea only took the feather from his hand back into hers as she watched his laughter with a small smile of her own.

“Good one,” He grinned, placing his hands on his hips.

Slowly, his smile faded as he noticed Drea’s encouraging glance and his eyes widened. Swiftly, his hands darted to the back of his neck once more, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Look, I have never sparred with anyone… properly before,” He muttered, looking away with a blush.

“You did just fine against Phantom,” She waved her hand brushing the issue aside. “Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise!”

Despite the advice of turning the offer down Khaji-Da gave him, Jaime sighed, reluctantly giving in a hand scratching his cheek as he looked at Sparky guiltily, the dog whining, almost as if begging Jaime to give it a go.

“I guess this one time can’t hurt.”

“Great!” She chimed, eyes sparkling with excitement.

She tucked the feather in her ponytail, grabbing the nearest hand wraps on a nearby shelf Jaime had failed to notice. She began to wrap the cloth around her knuckles, tossing Jaime a roll as he shrugged, copying her actions.

“You’re doing it wrong,” She chirped, walking closer to her neighbour, Jaime frowning down at the messy wraps around his hands.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

The two shared a laugh as Drea gently took his hand in hers, peeling the cloth off before reworking it, winding it around his knuckles and wrists. Sparky sat in the corner, wagging his little tail, yet surprisingly silent.

“You gotta start with the wrist and work your way through the palm and then around the knuckles,” She hummed, yet his attention was focused on the way she had bit her lower lip in concentration, how soft her hands felt against his, and how gently she was holding him as if he were fragile.

“It’s a common misconception to start with the knuckles,” She spoke, but none of it really registered in his mind, his heart beat twice, hard, against his chest, and in his eyes, she looked like she was glowing, somehow.

“You got all that, Jaime?” A smile grew on her face once more and he felt his pulse go wild, a rapid nod was all he could give, and he was scared that if he spoke, he’d embarrass himself.

“Y-Yeah,” He choked out at last. “I-I can take it from here, thanks.”

“If you insist,” She pulled away and deep within his chest, a twang of longing rang.

He watched with ‘soft eyes’ as Khaji-Da called it, the alien’s voice trilling in his mind regarding his heightened serotonin levels. He watched her jog on the spot, preparing herself for a spar, and something within Jaime told him that she had sparred for much longer than he expected, perhaps it was Khaji’s form of a warning.

A bark snapped him out of his trance, Jaime glancing to lightly frown at the dog.

Securing the velcro around his now-bandaged hands, Jaime made his way to where Drea stood, fingers fidgeting with the cloth wrapped around his hands.

“Whenever you’re ready,” She nodded, letting Jaime prepare himself for their spar.

Nodding, Jaime took in a deep breath, taking his time to stretch as he built up his courage to actually fight the woman across him. Soon enough, he readied himself with a fighting stance, fists out and ready to either block or strike.

“Ready,” He nodded, Drea getting into a fighting stance of her own.

“Good, I’ll do my best to hold back,” She grinned as they began to circle one another.

Jaime’s muscles at the sight of Drea’s sharp eyes watching his every move. No longer did he see the warmth and kindness in her eyes, but it was so quickly replaced with a spark so bright and dangerous that he almost felt threatened.

Without another word, she darted forward, Jaime’s forearms darting upward to defend himself, but before he could do anything else, he saw black acid-like goo covering his arms, and when he opened his eyes again, the yellow tint of the suit’s visor was enough to tell him what happened.

He almost chuckled at the small pout on Drea’s face.

“That's cheating," She muttered, pulling herself away to give themselves distance.

"Believe me, I wouldn't if I could," He shrugged half-heartedly, returning to his stance.

This time, it was his time to strike, a fist darting to the right of Drea's head as she swiftly dodged it. Regaining her footing, Drea fixed her stance, grounding himself as her right fist swiftly landed on Jaime's ribs, the man wincing slightly at the impact.

Before he was given the chance to make his next move, Drea ducked down to a squatting position, resting her weight on one leg as the other swept under Jaime, causing him to lose his footing.

He let out a cry of shock, slamming onto the ground, but he couldn't get up, feeling a weight on his chest.

Glancing up, he saw Drea's fist, inches away from his face along with her other arm trapping him between her and the ground. Jaime felt his heart slam harder, faster, against his ribs, and it was like it jumped into his throat.

A smirk was plastered on her face, the suit diminishing into nothing as her flame vanished, a blush painting Jaime's whole face scarlet.

"Now it's fair."

He watched the way the spark of energy danced in her eyes, and he felt lost in the moment, relishing the way her skin felt against his, how in sync their breathing was, her warmth enveloping him.

His eyes darted to her wavy hair, spotting a tuft fall past her ear. Slowly, he raised his arm, fingers brushing past her cheek to tuck it back.

Her eyes widened, a similar shade of red that was visible on Jaime's was gradually growing on her cheeks.

Bit by bit, she relaxed at his touch, and without realising he slowly brought himself closer, the tension growing with every second.

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered, lidded eyes darting to her lips, wondering if how they felt matched with how soft they looked.

"You know my parents are home, right?" She mumbled, yet they were only centimetres away, and Jaime could feel her lips lightly brushing against his.

If only he moved just that bit closer…

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Was all that he said before losing himself to her touch. He gently placed his lips on hers, and he felt her breath hitch before melting against him, leaning deeper into the hand that cupped her cheek.

A small smile grew on his face, his free hand slithering around her waist, her arms slinking around his neck. Jaime wasn’t sure why, but everything about it just felt natural, it felt electric. Her touch felt like little shocks of static shocking his skin, but he paid no mind, only pulling her closer.

As she pulled away, the tips of his fingers still threaded with her strands of hair, she looked at him in a daze, and the weight of embarrassment landed on him as he realised that he was indeed nude beneath her.

“Oh– fuck, uh–” He muttered, his eyes widening as she glanced down at his bare chest, the realisation causing her to turn crimson, the colour taking over her face.

“Oh, shit, I’m so, so, sorry,” She muttered, slapping a hand over her eyes as Sparky ran over to the two, yapping excitedly, covering Jaime’s face with affectionate licks.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll get you something.”

With that, she sped out of the training room, the door slamming shut behind her as Jaime guiltily shuffled to lock the door, Sparky by his side.

“Ni una palabra de esto para nadie, ¿entendido, perro?” He wagged his pointer, Sparky responding with a series of excited barks.

“Shit,” He muttered, running a hand through his wavy locks, a dazed smile growing on his face. The memory of her lips against his sent him into a stupor once more, his back leaning against the wood of the door.

“Shit…”

A knock on the door snapped him out of his daze, Drea’s voice audible through the wood. In an instant, the door opened the slightest, Drea’s tanned hand popping through with a few clothes bunched up in her grasp.

“I couldn’t exactly find anything that might fit, but these are the best I’ve got.”

“Thanks,” He answered quickly, face as red as ever, snatching the clothes before making sure her hand had fully retreated before shutting the door once more.

He didn’t care what the clothes looked like, he pulled them over his body hastily, his hands brushing through his hair all over again.

As he placed his hand on the door’s handle, a sudden surge of embarrassment and nerve overtook him, and he truly felt shy to face his neighbour again.

“Come on, Jaime, you’ve faced worse,” He frowned, shaking his hands as he placed his left hand on the handle, applying pressure.

“You’ve got this, as Rudy said, show her the Reyes charm,” He mumbled, plastering a smile on his face that unfortunately looked quite awkward.

Drea jumped a little at the click of the lock, her hands fidgeting with the hems of her shirt despite crossing them. A shy flush grew on her cheeks as she spotted Clark’s old clothes draped on Jaime’s body.

She recalled how he hastily left them behind before speeding off to a last-minute mission call in his hero suit with her mother, and she packed them for old time’s sake (besides, he was simply too lazy to take them back, insisting that he had “many more clothes at home”). She rolled her eyes at the memory, recalling how much Clark acted more like an older brother towards her mother rather than a colleague.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind that another man would be wearing those clothes, especially since he looked painfully handsome in them, even if they did look a little baggy on his much slimmer form. She practically stopped breathing, the air caught in her throat as her cheeks flushed pink, eyes widened in awe.

“You look,” She cleared her throat, shoving her hands in the pockets of her denim shorts. “You look good– Great. You look great.”

“Ah, uhm, thanks,” He chuckled nervously, his own hands now shoved deep into his pockets.

A silence enveloped the two, Sparky peering up at them as he followed after Jaime, squeezing his way through the gap in the door. Clearing his throat, Jaime decided to break the tension with a question slipping past his lips.

“So uh, where’d you get the clothes from?”

“Oh, an uncle left them here a long time ago,” She shrugged, her next sentence hesitant, like a nervous whisper. “Are they comfortable for you?”

“Y-Yeah, they are, thanks,” He smiled, his hand darting out of his pocket.

“I uh, I’m so sorry about what happened earlier, I shouldn’t have done–“

“I liked it.”

Jaime glanced up, partially shocked at her reaction.

“I really, really, liked it,” She continued, but this time, her hands were out of her pockets, behind her back as she played with her nails nervously.

“And I think I… I think I really like you, too,” Her eyes darted away. “I can’t explain it, it’s just, when I’m with you, it feels–“

“Natural?” Jaime continued, eyes filled with hope. “Like everything doesn’t feel as difficult as it is, and we just click.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” She smiled, and he caught himself doing the same. “It’s just… all this is new to me, and I’m a bit of a mess but, would you like to go for dinner some time?”

Jaime’s eyes softened at her question, smile falling the slightest as he thought back to Jenny. Did he still love her? Had she waited for him, as he had her?

Noticing the drop in Jaime’s smile, Drea’s hands darted in front of her, shaking back and forth in a dismissive motion.

“It’s totally fine if you’re still into Jenny, I get that–“ She stumbled over her words, and worry filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry that I–“

Jaime’s hands clapped over Drea’s panicked ones, a gentle smile growing on his face as his heart warmed at how she worried about him, at how she put him first.

“No, dinner sounds great,” He shook his head, thumbs gently rubbing her hands. “Don’t worry about Jenny, I’m over her, and I definitely like someone new.”

His left hand hesitantly cupped her cheek, Drea’s face flushing, but she still leaned into his touch, like a moth to a flame,

“So dinner tomorrow?” She began as he nodded, pulling his hand back to hold hers.

“Dinner tomorrow. Pick you up at six?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Amazing,” He grinned, pulling himself away. “I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you then?”

She nodded wordlessly, a love-filled smile being her only reply.

“I guess I’ll you then,” He leaned down, gently kissing the back of her hand. “Adios, mi chispa.”

And with that he left, leaving her in a flustered daze, her heart pounding as her mind was soon filled with thoughts and words, and Sparky remained at her feet, yapping away.

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Marcy CD + references

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.

the urge to write a bcc sherlock x child!oc as a father and daughter duo is really nagging at my soul.

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. sukuna wanted a son, but got a daughter instead (he's smitten for her shh), sukuna is modern af bye he knows how to use a phone ok, reader is called "wife", ooc sukuna bye

note. ok listen, i've been having a girl dad sukuna brainrot lately. and i even gave out a req to @rrairey (u go check out her works rn) — but i just had to write something about girl dad sukuna jsjdksjks it's on my mind 25/8 and i can't stop unless i actually write abt him (i'm lying, he's still going to be in my mind bye).

girl dad! sukuna who initially wanted a son but when he finds out he's going to be having a daughter instead, he didn't know how to feel. he thought that if he had a son, he could at least play "rough" with him. it's sukuna, he doesn't know what soft is.

girl dad! sukuna who has to secretly watch tutorial videos on the most random thing like "how to play nicely with your daughter" or "how to be nice to your daughter". but also searches up for things like "easy hairstyles to give your daughter for beginners", when your daughter isn't even born yet.

girl dad! sukuna who hates to admit it but he's pretty worried about having a daughter. finally shoves his ego down his throat and comes up to you to talk about it, and you encouraged that he's going to be a good father — but still, he's worried.

"ryo, you're worried about what exactly?" you asked the male, brushing his hair.

"not being a good father." he replies, leaning into your touch with a big frown on his face, grumbling under his breath slightly about how embarrassed he is to be so fragile in front of his own wife.

"baby, you're going to be the best father."

although your words were supposed to be encouraging, and he did feel a bit of burden lift off of his shoulders — the male still couldn't help but to worry about his unborn daughter.

girl dad! sukuna who complains about your pregnancy cravings and how his daughter is a weird baby. despite that, he will go out of his way to get you what you wanted, not caring if it was two in the morning, or five in the morning. he will get it for you and your growing daughter inside your belly.

girl dad! sukuna who grows anxious when your due date was inching closer. he took a break off from work and devoted his time to look after you, especially since you were walking for two right now. even if you did tell your husband that you were fine — he still thinks it's his job to look after you and your daughter.

"damn it brat, stop moving so much. you'll hurt yourself," he gently tugs on your arm, directing you to the couch, "what'dya want?"

"sausages and blueberry jam . . ." you tell him nonchalantly, missing the look of disgust on his face.

". . . just stay there." he walks a few steps before turning back, "don't move."

girl dad! sukuna who watches labor videos only to focus on the husbands and what they were doing in it so he could try to take notes and searches for what he should get ready for labor, or if he could do anything as a husband for his wife during labor. the results didn't ease his worries — they added up his worries. like adding fuel to the fire, the internet tells him that giving birth was the second most painful thing after getting burned alive.

girl dad! sukuna who already thought of names for your daughter and even buys things for her. telling you that he'd be out to grab a few things and then coming back with a crib set, toys, or even a baby walker. he even got a baby strap for both you and him to use, picking out the most random motives like skulls and fires.

"ryo, why did you pick that motive?" you asked, eyeing the baby strap that had white skulls all over.

"our daughter will like that. i know it." he retorts.

girl dad! sukuna who looked as calm as a cucumber but internally panics the most when your water broke. he grabs the bag that he had packed, following a youtube tutorial and helped you get into the car so that the both of you can finally drive off to the hospital. he holds your hand tightly along the way, showing his worry as he "tries" to follow driving laws (which he ended up driving past the speed limit and had to get a ticket in the hospital).

girl dad! sukuna who had to pay a ticket as you were tended in a hospital room (you didn't know about this and he didn't tell you about it so you won't worry). the doctor telling both you and him that the labor procedure will have to wait up to a few hours as they proceeded with "watchful waiting" after they checked on the baby's condition and yours so they could see if it was safe for you to give birth normally.

girl dad! sukuna who waited those long hours with you as you laid on the bed, telling him how nervous you are. and all the bad possibilities that could happen (he searched that up too), he tells you to stop saying those kind of things. sukuna wasn't angry — he just didn't want you to stress so much, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb to soothe you. he didn't let go until the doctor came back to finally do something.

girl dad! sukuna who was inside the delivery room with you, even after telling you that he won't come inside a few months ago. holds onto your hand (which you were holding onto tightly as the procedure goes on for hours), he winces — but he didn't care about his hand right now, he only cares about you and his daughter. brushing your hair lightly, mumbling out hushed praises to you (unknowingly, it just comes out), wipes away your sweat with his bare fingers and pressing kisses onto your face every single time he feels your hand clenching around his.

"jus' a bit more, pretty." he whispers, kissing your knuckles multiple times before moving on to kiss your forehead, "a bit more."

girl dad! sukuna who almost bursts into tears when he heard the loud cry of your daughter, but blinked his tears back. peering slightly at your worn out face. he tells you how he's proud of you (spoiler: he hates it if you reminded him about it in the future).

"y'hear that? you did so good, pretty. 'm proud of you," he clung onto your hand, grazing his thumb over your forehead as a smile adorned his face, "she's here, baby."

girl dad! sukuna who couldn't hold his tears back when the nurse suggested skin-to-skin contact with the father. he wasted no time tugging his shirt off to hold his little bundle of joy, nestling her in his arms — unknowingly letting a few stray tears of joy out as he coos down to his newborn daughter.

"oh, you're so pretty, little one." he cradled her gently against his bulky arms, sniffling softly. he was so gentle — different from how he used to be, his eyes soft and watery as he affectionately stares down at his now sleeping daughter.

girl dad! sukuna who slept on a chair by your bed when the doctor told you that you'll be allowed to go home once your body is fit again, he didn't care that he didn't have a bed to lie on. he was just there, prepped in a chair as his fingertips touched your wrist near the IV injection on the back of your hand. making sure he didn't touch the transparent hose. and his eyes darted back and forth from your resting form and his daughter who was now all warm and bundled up inside a bassinet. making sure that the both of you are resting well even if he was barely able to open his eyes fully.

girl dad! sukuna who carried all your bags and your daughter's car seat with ease while leading you down the hospital hallways and to the car. helping you buckle your seatbelt and making sure that his daughter is going to be safe and sound during the ride home, prepping up the car seat like he learned, giving his daughter a light kiss on her head before closing the door.

girl dad! sukuna who tells you to rely on him every time his daughter wakes up in the middle of the night — he won't let you get up, gently tugging you down onto the bed and tucking you underneath the covers before leaving to tend your daughter without any other words. as if his daughter is the most fragile thing in the world, he carries her into his arms and hushed her softly, nuzzling his nose onto her head, trying to get her back to sleep.

"shh, baby, mama's tired right now . . . go back to bed." he whispers, kissing her small forehead.

girl dad! sukuna who offered to shower your baby for the first time after two weeks upon arriving back home (under your watch of course), as you filled the bathinette with warm water — sukuna was cradling her in his arms, swaying his body side to side. and when you tell him the water's ready, sukuna prepped his big hand behind your daughter's small head so the water won't go to her face and began cleaning her. concentrating, he wets his finger and traced it over his daughter's face, making sure she's not frightened. and once he's done, he cupped his hand and scooped some water to wet her hair, rubbing her head lovingly.

girl dad! sukuna who's personality did a somersault ever since you were pregnant with his daughter. turning soft and more clingy, he has your daughter strapped to his chest. and will tell you that he's got it every time his daughter cries or ruined her diapers, he's learnt it all thanks to other great dads on youtube.

girl dad! sukuna who was even more ecstatic than you are when his daughter said her first word, which was of course "mama", he didn't care that she didn't say "dada", he focuses on the fact that his daughter had grown so much to be able to say her first word. tells your bundle of joy how proud he is of her even if she probably doesn't understand her father.

"maa..ma."

sukuna who had his eyes on the television immediately darted to his daughter who was in your hold, his lips were slightly parted as he tries to process what just happened, "did . . . did she . . ?"

when you confirmed his question, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your head before kissing your daughter's head, muttering out a, "papa's proud of you, baby."

girl dad! sukuna who treats both you and your daughter like the most precious beings in the world. he. spoils. you. both. to no end, coming home from work with a present for the both of you. mostly food for you, and a toy for your daughter. you just know [daughter] is going to grow up spoiled by her father.

girl dad! sukuna who spoils your daughter rotten. and ever since her first steps — he's been going out with her to no end, of course going out as a family of three. holding your daughter's chubby little hands as he guided her down the street, earning coos from strangers all around him.

"good girl, that's right . . . left and right." he said softly, watching [daughter] walk slowly, still a little wobbly.

girl dad! sukuna who gets a little emotional when your daughter has her first birthday — because, it's been that fast? he tries not to cry, i swear. but silently slips inside the bathroom and lets a few one out before coming out like he didn't just cry over his daughter growing up too fast. he swore it was just yesterday that he was in the hospital.

girl dad! sukuna who will with no shame, participate in tea parties with his daughter once she's known enough about it. you'd call them both down for dinner and when they didn't, you decided to be the one to approach them inside [daughter]'s room. and there he was, sitting on the floor, to his left and right were [daughter]'s stuffed animals and your daughter was sitting across from sukuna with a silver tiara on.

"this looks fun," you chuckled, eyeing them.

"mama! tea party?" [daughter] beams out at you, you walked over to them and carried your daughter into your arms, "mama, no tea party?"

"after dinner, baby. okay?"

sukuna has no shame in it. at first, he did try to decline his daughter, telling her that she should ask you instead, but your daughter looked so crestfallen that he just has to accept — which turned out to be a daily thing now. a tea party.

girl dad! sukuna who will be his daughter's experiment subject to trying out make ups. he's a little skeptical (lies, he's very skeptical), but it's not like this is the first time he's had make up put on his face. he's had his fair share of you trying to put make up on him, but this was a toddler doing it and not a full grown adult. but he couldn't say no, so he just submits to his daughter and lets her modify his face and clips on cute hairclips to his hair.

"mama mama! look at papa," your daughter cheers, pointing at sukuna. and you laugh, carrying your daughter before approaching the male who was sitting down on the floor in the living room.

"you look pretty, ryo."

"i feel pretty, my little girl did it to me." he rolls his eyes before grabbing a mirror to look at his face.

eh, not bad.

girl dad! sukuna who drops his daughter off for the first day of pre-school, telling her that she should punch anyone who messes with her (thankfully nobody yet). and gets a bit emotional again as she walks inside the building, his eyes going glassy watching her skip inside her new chapter.

girl dad! sukuna who's overprotective when it comes to his little girl. a trip to the park was a daily routine for his family — and believe me when he has eyes everywhere for his little girl, if anyone was bothering her, he would have no fear on finding out who their parent was. taking matters into his own hands, leaving the children out of it. as much as he wanted to confront the kid for bothering his little princess, he knew the parents had the most fault.

"your boy has issues. the next time he lays his hand on my girl, i will come for you." he said to the boy's father before walking back to you.

the boy and his father never came back to the park after that day.

girl dad! sukuna who watches his daughter grow from a small girl to an eight year old in a matter of what felt like a week. he swore yesterday she was just babbling out her first word, and the next thing he knows, she's got a "boyfriend" at school? oh, boy.

"you don't have a boyfriend." he mutters out, eyeing his daughter.

"yes i do have a boyfriend," your daughter replies back with her soft voice.

"no."

the banter continued until your daughter ended up in tears, and sukuna had to force himself to say that she indeed had a boyfriend in school. he's upset that she's growing up too quickly, but at the same time — he's proud of his little girl.

girl dad! sukuna who finds out you were pregnant with a second child, who turned out to be another girl. and he was still as loving and caring like he was with his first daughter, this time, he had a helping hand to take care of you.

"mama has a baby in her belly, so you can't be too rough on her, okay?" he baby talks his eight year old daughter like she's still a small baby — he softly caresses your clothed stomach as he speaks to her.

girl dad! sukuna who had to see his first daughter cry over her new "soon to be" born baby sibling. thinking both you and him were not going to love her anymore — and his heart breaks, because why would he not love his princess anymore?

"hey, hey, why're you cryin'?" sukuna tucks [daughter]'s hair behind her ear as she lets out a few fat tears out of her eyes.

"mama and papa will still love me, right?" she asks, her voice breaking slightly.

sukuna pulls the young girl into his embrace, holding her with one of his arm as he wipes her tears with his other, "'f course mama and i will still love you, you're our princess."

girl dad! sukuna who proudly watches his big girl now approaching his newborn daughter and her sister, eyeing the baby with such an innocent glint in her eyes. oh, and big girl? doesn't matter, to sukuna, your first daughter will always be his little girl.

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Mune: Le gardien de la lune dir. Benoît Philippon, Alexandre Heboyan

dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

-

also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

-

in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

synopsis: jjk men reacting to your death :3 contents: angst ofc featuring: yuuta okkotsu, toji fushiguro, yuuji itadori

a/n: it was supposed to be way angstier but since I love you guys, I made it bittersweet-ish :D

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 ☆ (@cafunewon : i love you🥺🫶🏼)

Melted together, like time.

Another ring on his necklace, another person he loved, was gone.

Seconds passed, minutes dragged together and hours flowed, like the tide of the rebellious current of a river.

'you could've taken anything from me.'

tears flowed, like the very rain outside, thunder rumbling, like the emotions within himself, because, you took his soul, his heart, his very person.

'but why did you take them?'

You wiped it clean, you made him want to change, become stronger so he could protect you, protect the one thing he valued over his life and-

here he was.

over your tombstone, he stood over the freshly dug grave, and he thought how much you would've hated the bland, grey, of your tombstone.

The only thing that you would've liked about your final resting place, were the flowers that he planted himself, digging through the rich brown dirt to give you one last gift.

rich purples, deep reds, soft blues, vibrant pinks, all giving him an excuse to go back to you.

to take care of you, even if you weren't in this world.

The sky screamed out its rage, splitting the once beautiful sapphire sky into shades of grey, water pouring down from the heavens, the tears of the angels pouring down on Yuuta's silent form.

Saltwater mixed with fresh, pure water.

Sadness and grief, mixed with renewal and purification.

the petals of the flowers, sag underneath the skies tears and yuuta's deep blue eyes filled up with his own tears, salt now landing on the ground.

Almost like a curse, huh?

everyone he loved, everything he cared for, would always leave him, one way or another.

"please. wait for me, okay?"

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ☆ (@unknownspecies you already hate me soooo😋)

He still thinks about you, a year after your death.

The worst year of his sad life.

He still thought about you, each minute, each hour, every. damn. second.

He thought of you when going to bed, his arm already reaching out to the empty space where he expected to feel your warm body against his bare skin, he thought of you when he heard your favourite song on the radio, practically hearing the way your voice cracked on the ridiculously high note, the teasing smile when he gazed at your photo-

your laugh haunted him, leaving echoes of happiness, of laughter, of love, of joy around the now sad home.

Echoes were all that remained of you.

"Together right? in this world, and in heaven as well."

Brushes of your skin, your voice drifting in his air, your smile, the way you held his hand-

How did you go in the blink of an eye?

How did you flood his thoughts, memories, when you weren't there?

Liquor was all that he tasted on his tongue, the taste flooding his mind, the feeling soothing his brain-

But not him.

He stared at the ring on his third finger, still wearing it, still calling you his.

Because you were.

In this afterlife and the next, you would always be his.

Even if you were just a memory.

Just another star in the brilliant, vast sky.

Seconds merge together, time standing at one point as his foggy mind stared at a constellation, the one specific star that glowed brighter than the rest, the one calling him in the remote distance.

"even... if you gave up on me......"

He whispered, his eyes closing as for a second, he could feel your comfortable presence beside him, holding his hand.

in the serene calmness, toji dropped the bottle, causing the glass to shatter, with remains of the liquid spilling out on the floor and one small tear carving it's way down his face, almost like a kiss.

"i.. will never give up on you."

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 ☆ (@delulusioanlol h-hey diane🫣)

'i've been told to get you off my mind.'

He stared blankly at a picture of you, his dull hazel eyes transfixed on your laughing face. He could practically hear your sweet laughter echoing in his head.

But it was just imaginary.

He'd been counting days, seconds, anything to get your face out of his mind, your figure lying so, so still, on the white parchment of the hospital bed.

You died in his arms.

Yuuji let out a shaky sob, his vision blurring as a lump grew in his throat, because without you-?

The one thing, that kept him sane?

The one thing he loved most of all?

If you were gone, what was there to do?

Sobs enclosed his throat, suffocating him, entrapping him in the never-ending cycle of sadness and self-pity as your voice swam around in his messed up head.

But tears didn't slip out of his eyes.

So instead of crying, Yuuji dully stared into space, feeling his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces.

Each little happy memory with you, cut a deeper hole into his soul, because all that was left-

were memories and photos.

He was falling apart, in the worst way possible.

"i miss the way it used to be......."

"i....hope your happy y/n."

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

two nights ago, jaime thought he and drea thought things out, so why did she want to talk more?

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–pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: i wont lie, im surprised this series has made it this far, so let's see how many more parts i can write lol. disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic descent and i have don’t know casual terms spoken, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: Me estás haciendo sentir al límite - you're making me feel on edge mi querida hermana - my dear sister pilliyeyan - my child

Hey, Jaime. You down to discuss some stuff?

The Mexican hero blinked tiredly, groggily waking from his sleep as he reached out to his vibrating phone, tired groans escaping his lips.

His eyes opened, barely, and squinted down at the small text on the bright glow of his screen, eyes scanning over the text that was now lingering on his lock screen.

“What the…” He muttered, glancing up at his alarm clock, the glaring red numbers alerting him that it was almost noon.

Quickly, he unlocked his phone, realising who the text was from. His sleepy conscience struggled to recall how they exchanged numbers, and that was when Khaji-Da’s voice popped up again, further waking up the male.

“You both exchanged contacts two nights ago. She hasn’t texted you prior.”

“Thanks, Khaji,” Jaime muttered, recalling her surprise as he hesitantly asked for her number, part of him telling himself that it was just in case a new attack appeared and he needed backup. 

Deep down, however, maybe he just longed for someone to talk to, someone who understood the risks just as well as he did.

The cogs in his mind turned as he took note of the time the message was sent, the male pulling himself out of bed as he walked towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Sent at 7:30 a.m.

“Shit, uhm,” Jaime’s voice came out muffled, a toothbrush shoved into his mouth. “Khaji, if you were human, how would you respond to this text?”

“I would say, ‘I do not converse with threats. Farewell.’ And perhaps keep records of her status.”

Rushing out of the bathroom, Jaime rushed back to his bed, eyes still concentrated on his phone.

“Okay, I’ll make a note to never ask you for advice again.”

Pulling a random tee from his drawer, he tugged the plain cloth over his head, a random pair of sweatpants from the corner of his room’s floor being pulled onto his body next. With his fingers speeding over the keyboard, he waltzed out of his room, grabbing the nearest hoodie, which conveniently was sprawled on the couch.

be over in 5?

Quickly, he clicked the little send icon, and the message was delivered in less than a minute. Dropping his phone back into his pocket, he spotted his younger sister sitting at the dining table, a plate of golden-coloured rice in front of her.

She was dressed cosily – hair bundled up messily into a ponytail, glasses slightly askew, and in her loose clothes. As soon as he was within her view, her eyes narrowed, trained on him with a glare so sharp, Jaime was sure he would’ve been dead if it weren’t for the alien embedded in his back.

“Hermano, sleep well last night?” She questioned with a fierce bite in her voice.

“Yeah, I did, thanks, now please stop glaring at me. Me estás haciendo sentir al límite.”

The siblings continued their banter, the older of the two rolling his eyes while pulling the fridge door open. He peered within the cooler for anything edible, a satisfied hum leaving him as he spotted all the containers.

“You deserve it,” She scoffed. “You literally chased off Drea, from the dinner that you invited her to. You’d honestly think that you were raised better. I’m surprised Mama didn’t pull la chancla out on you.”

“And I apologised, and we talked it out,” Jaime responded in a mutter, feeling his phone vibrate. “Besides, it was two days ago. If she’s chill, you should be chill too.”

Once again, he grabbed the closest thing, that being an energy bar, and pulled his phone out once more, eyes glued on the device.

Sure. meet you outside.

“Anyways, mi querida hermana, I’ll see you in a bit. Got a bit of talking to do,” He ripped the snack’s package open, multitasking with shoving the bar into his mouth and tying the laces of his second-favourite pair of shoes.

“What? Where are you even gonna go?” She huffed, scooping another spoonful of rice into her mouth. 

“Just to catch up, gonna talk. That’s all.”

“Very specific, Jaime. You better text Mama. I’m not cleaning up your messes all the time, you know?”

“Gotcha, see you later,” He winked, exiting his childhood home. “Don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone.”

“Speak for yourself, sheesh.”

“Mama, please, I promise that I have this handled.”

Drea muttered, eyes cast onto the floor as her mother fussed around her, hands on her hips as she lifted her hand to place on her daughter’s cheek. Anika leaned against the doorframe of their kitchen, walking up to her wife and daughter.

“Are you sure you can trust this boy? Remember what happened last time in Metropolis–”

“Mama,” Drea placed her hand over Zara’s, pulling her mother’s palm away before holding it gently. 

“I’m telling you, it’s gonna be okay.”

“I know, pilliyeyan,” Zara muttered, placing a kiss on the crown of Drea’s head. “I’m just worried about you.”

“But you know I can handle myself now, right? I’m not thirteen anymore, right Amma?”

Slowly, Drea pulled away, Anika placing her hands around Zara’s shoulder, despite the extraterrestrial woman being taller than her human wife and child. Their daughter slung her purse over her head, tucking her phone into it, but not before checking her neighbour’s message one last time.

Sure. meet you outside. Seen at 11:30 a.m.

“I’ll be back in a bit, okay? I’ll call you both if anything! Love you both, bye!” 

And the thud of the front door closing shut was all that was left of their daughter, Zara chuckling in a bittersweet way as Anika placed a kiss on her tanned cheek.

“You’re right,” The extraterrestrial hummed. “She grew up too fast.”

Hearing the click of a lock, Jaime looked up from his phone, waiting just beyond the front gate of the Tlatilpas. He waved, a small smile growing on his features as the woman across him smiled kindly back at him.

“Hey, what’s up?” She began, Jaime’s hands stuffed back into the pockets of his grey sweats.

“I mean, I got out of bed less than ten minutes ago,” He shrugged with a teasing smile.

“Late night, huh?” She nodded. “Your eyebags say it all.”

“I mean, nothing new. Just more research and… stuff I guess.”

“You should rest later, when you have the time obviously,” Drea chimed, Jaime glancing at her in mild curiosity. “It’s important to rest up before job hunting. Gotta make sure you’re in your best shape.”

“Right,” Jaime nodded, his eyes taking in their surroundings. “Uh, where exactly are we going?”

“I dunno, I was following you.”

Jaime gave the woman a look of disbelief, his face naturally shifting into one that read “are-you-kidding-me”. But before he could let his tired mind suggest anywhere to go, Drea broke into a grin, a soft chuckle escaping her.

“You and Milagro really are so similar,” She shook her head. “Don’t worry, I got this. C’mon, I found this cool place the other day, and it’s quiet, so…”

“Great,” He sighed. “Cuz I’m too tired to think of any good place right now.”

“Don’t worry, Mr Reyes, I got you handled for today,” She winked.

And even though Jaime brushed it off as a little joke, he felt his cheeks warm, the urge to fight back his growing smile weakening by the second.

“Dopamine levels raised by twenty per cent, oxytocin levels raised by fifty per—.”

“THANK YOU, KHAJI.”

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