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Guess who finally became brave enough to open a self shipping blog 🫣

What better day to do so than Valentine's Day? Lol. I did it thanks to my sister's encouragement; for the past few months, I've been working on a self insert character, her story, and, of course, her relationship with Satoru. Since I don't really have anyone I can talk about this kind of thing to, I've been showing her the bits and pieces I wrote so far and she told me I should post about my self insert online. I'm still a bit scared of getting hate, but now that I opened the blog? I feel liberated.

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all nighters

pairing: nerd!jo x nerd!reader

synopsis: its finals week, and both you and satoru are extremely stressed, with sleep being a foreign concept to either of you. with time running out, coffee's brewing cold, you decide to help each other out in the hopes of passing this semester.

word count: 4.8k

tags: studying, library date, tutoring, loss of plot, established relationship, flashbacks

a/n: yes i made this solely to "study" for finals <3 good luck everyone!! (coming up with a subject nerdjo would be weak in was too difficult than one would assume haha. he's too smart for his own good!) this is also the first thing i've written in WEEKS i finally feel whole again <3

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comandersprings

Recently, I had been thinking of asking for suggestions on Gojo x Reader fics with a fluffy/wholesome vibe and this one came and found me. It's right up my alley! <3

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Quiet Hints of Vulnerability in Dialogue

⊳ "I've never heard that one before." / "That's a first." (In response to a compliment or even insult.) ⊳ "Oh yeah, I used to be really __." (Ugly. Fat. Short. Unpopular. Any negative adjective.)

⊳ "It's not the first time this happened. I'll be okay." (In response to a painful event.)

⊳ "I... didn't think it'd hurt like this."

⊳ "Dang, I wish I was __ like you." (Smart. Pretty. Funny. Any positive adjective.)

⊳ "I'll do better next time, I swear."

⊳ "Hey, uh. Do you think I'm (too) __ ?" (Annoying. Overbearing. Any negative adjective)

⊳ "Are... you going to leave?"

⊳ "Why me? I don't understand what you see in me."

⊳ "Aren't you going to get some food?" "No, it's okay. I need to eat less anyway."

⊳ "No, it's my fault. I just need to work harder, somehow." (In response to a failure or mistake.)

⊳ "You really think I can do this?"

⊳ "Do your __ (parents, friends, etc.) also tell you __?" ('You're too loud', 'you're too lazy', etc.)

⊳ "Oh, no, it's okay. Let them be. I hear this all the time." (In response to an insult.)

⊳ "I don't think you should've chosen me."

⊳ "Haha, I'm not actually that __ (smart, talented, etc.). You should look at __ (name), though."

These subtle cries for help are subtle because they're often spoken lightly--almost like a joke. A passing comment that flew by too fast to analyze. They're honest but not dramatic and often don't focus on themselves--the character speaking. These lines are fantastic for foreshadowing and revealing deeper, more sensitive parts of the character.

In real life, we don't always directly ask for help. We don't directly rant about our more personal and lasting issues, but we'll make comments with deeper meanings, and you can absolutely demonstrate this in your writing.

Happy writing~

3hks :)

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A Study Session Worth Highlighting (Gojo x GN!Reader)

Note: Welcome to another installment of my tradition of uploading a fic on Christmas Eve!

Last month I saw a fanart of Nerdjo (aka Gojo as a nerd) for the first time. I fell in love with the concept right away and I knew I needed to write something with it <3 I wanted to make him the classic shy nerd, but I held myself back out of fear of being called out for making him out of character (although it's supposed to be an alternate interpretation of Gojo lol).

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,619

Summary: While preparing for finals, you find yourself seeking the peace and quiet of a study room, but the ones in your local library are all occupied. Good thing the librarian directs you to a room with only one person in it, and good thing said person is willing to lend you his highlighter when yours runs out of ink.

• • • • • • •

“Sorry, but all of our study rooms are occupied,” the librarian said from behind the reception desk.

“Really?” Your shoulders slouched. “Is there not even an available spot in any of them?”

“Oh, I should have clarified that! My bad. Study room 105 only has a boy in it right now.”

You sighed. Expecting the study rooms in the library to be empty with finals approaching was dreaming big. If only your dorm room wasn’t a shoebox and the campus’ library wasn’t crowded with other students watching brainrot on the computers, you wouldn’t need to come all the way here.

“That’s fine, it will do,” you reassured the librarian, giving her a small nod.

The woman gave you another nod in return. “Feel free to call me if you need anything.”

After thanking the librarian, you headed for the stairs and made your way up. You couldn’t wait to reach that room and put down on a table the books and notebooks you had been carrying all the way from campus. The library isn’t that far away, you thought. Holding all these things during a fifteen-minute walk won’t be a problem, you thought as well. Your burning biceps begged to differ.

You headed right and the doors to the various study rooms came into view. Next to them, minimalistic white signs with bold black numbers. Your eyes were fixed on them until you finally passed by the one you were looking for. When you moved your arm towards the doorknob, you lost your balance and stumbled forward. You had been enduring the brick-like weight of your study material for so long that the lightness in your arm took you by surprise. You only hoped the same wouldn’t happen once you finally let go of the books.

You turned the doorknob and walked into the room, closing the door behind you and managing to do it without a sound. Modern shelves in steel and pale wood populated the area, all of them crowded with books of all colors and thicknesses.

As the librarian had told you, there was only a boy there. His head was down, eyes fixed on whatever was in his open notebook. The array of books around him told you he was taking this study session to heart.

“Hi,” you muttered, not expecting an answer. Sure enough, he didn’t even look your way.

You approached the table and situated yourself opposite to the stranger, picking the chair left to the seat across from him; you didn’t want to invade his space, nor did you want him to invade yours. The test you were studying for was as important as his. You put your books down on the table and, despite how hard you tried not to, you let out an audible sigh of relief. Knowing how fussy some people could get over small noises in libraries, your shoulders shrank right away, but you got no response either. Damn, you thought, giving the white-haired young man a glance. He must have been wearing earplugs or something.

You sat down, opened a couple of books, one of the notebooks, and took out your pencil case from your shoulder bag; trusty and practical, but not big enough to be used as an alternative backpack.

You were neck-deep in the ins and outs of the Industrial Revolution. By now, you were used to having images of cotton spinners, steam engines, iron furnaces, and factories flash before your eyes every time you blinked. You were lucky you found history as a whole fascinating. Otherwise, you would have pulled all of your hair out by now.

You opened your pencil case and took out your favorite highlighter, a pastel purple one that deviated from the usual colors. You had to take notes on what the Industrial Revolution entailed for workers. The books in front of you—which were of your ownership—had great chapters on the subject. You’d be making an amazing summary thanks to them.

You highlighted away, the words on the page putting on a pastel purple coat that contrasted with the realities the text informed about: dirty working and living conditions, illnesses that didn’t deter employers from exploiting their workers, never-before-seen levels of pollution… You skipped redundant words and adverbs, leaving only the most relevant information. Many of your classmates admired your ability to pick up what mattered from what didn’t.

The tip of the highlighter glided across the page until its ink lost steam, much like the machines you were reading about. You huffed. This couldn’t be happening. Your other highlighters were in your desk’s drawer. You knew the pastel purple highlighter didn’t have that much ink left, but you trusted it to last at least until the finals. How could it let you down like that? You weren’t about to highlight the text with your pencil; you couldn’t trace a straight line with it for the life of you. It wouldn’t look pretty,

Then, you glanced over at your unplanned study partner and a desperate idea formed. He had a couple of highlighters out and he wasn’t using either of them.

You cleared your throat. “Hey.” The boy continued to scribble in his notebook. “Excuse me, could you lend me one of your—”

He looked at you and you found yourself face to face with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. Despite the black oversized glasses framing them, they dazzled you like when sunlight reflected on the sea’s surface on a summer day and made it shimmer like a thousand tiny lightbulbs had lit up at the same time.

“Yes?” he asked, encouraging you to continue with a hint of a smile on his plump, soft-looking lips.

“Uh…” You had barely heard him over your heart’s frantic beats. “If it’s not an issue, could you lend me one of your highlighters? Mine has just run out of ink and I kinda need one.” You giggled, trying to calm yourself down.

Wait, why did you need to calm down? Was it because you didn’t feel worthy of being in the presence of that living work of art? Not even the so-called most handsome guy in your college could hold a candle to him.

“Sure, here you go.” He extended one of the highlighters towards you. It was a neon blue one, but it somehow failed to match his eyes’ vibrancy.

“Thank you,” you said, taking the marker from him.

You went back to your previous task. The bright blue picked up where the pastel purple left off, coloring the texts with precision. Your notes had been saved thanks to the gorgeous stranger sharing the study room with you.

A few minutes later, you had highlighted all of the necessary information. It was time to give everything a read, close the book, and write down in your notebook everything you remembered. That study method had granted you some of the best grades in your class and you hoped it’d do the same for the finals.

You read from the top of the first page, your eyes following along the purple-coated words… until they drifted towards the boy on the other side of the table, who was still as focused as he could be on his own work. The baby blue pullover he was wearing clung to his arms in a way that hinted at some muscle beneath all of that cotton. Could it be from carrying so many books? Maybe. Your own arms were threatening to greet you with an ugly muscle fever when you woke up tomorrow morning.

You turned your attention back to your book, but you raised your head not long after because you thought you had seen him move out of the corner of your eye. That wasn’t the case. Deep down, you were just trying to think of excuses to eye that guy. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice because if that happened, the floor should open under your chair and swallow you up.

The neon blue highlighter he had lent you was now hanging out in the back of your mind, overshadowed by thoughts about the living conditions of factory workers and the unfairness of having literal children work themselves to exhaustion. With how focused you were, you’d be writing a compelling and informative set of notes once you closed the b—

“Excuse me, could you give the highlighter back to me?” The gorgeous young man was looking at you with those impossibly blue eyes of his, leaning forward on the table.

Processing his words took you a second because your focus had shifted to his harmonious features. Before he could ask you why you were staring at him like he had just handed you the answers for all of your upcoming tests, you giggled like a fool and handed him his highlighter.

“Here you go.” You kind of hoped his fingertips would brush yours, but that didn't happen.

“Thank you.” And he went back to his homework, notes, or whatever he was working on.

Your gaze lingered on him for a couple of seconds, just like the silly smile on your lips. Who could blame you? Not only was he cute, he was also polite and looked like someone you could have a nice conversation with.

You returned your attention to your text. The paragraph where you had left off detailed the horrors of tuberculosis in British cities; your lungs constricted just from reading about it. You turned the page and in doing so, you shot your study partner another glance. Maybe because you needed a breather—never better said—or because you were feeling bold all of a sudden, you made your voice heard again.

“What are you studying for?”

Still holding the neon blue highlighter, the young man raised his head.

“Math,” he answered. “Statistics, to be exact. They’re a walk in the park.”

You chuckled and leaned forward without even realizing. “I’ve never heard anyone call anything related to math ‘a walk in the park’. I always struggled with them,” you admitted, averting your gaze.

He gave you a small and reassuring smile that triggered butterflies so intense you almost took your hand to your chest.

“It must be because you didn’t have the right teachers. When explained properly, math feels like a game.”

“A game?” You snorted. “Yeah, a game that makes me want to rage quit.”

And he laughed, loud and lighthearted. You laughed along with him and for a moment, the smoking factories and the people coughing up a lung vanished from your thoughts. When your laughter subsided, the young man still looked at you, his expression relaxed and a bit contemplative. You couldn’t take your eyes off him now and, luckily for you, he didn’t seem to mind.

After a few seconds of light silence, he said, “What about you? What are you studying for?”

“History, the Industrial Revolution.” You showed him your book, with the purple and blue lines forming a neat pattern on the pages. “I love history, it’s like watching a show or reading a book, except everything you’re hearing about is… a true history.” You chuckled at your own stupid joke just in case the white-haired boy didn’t.

But he did, and it was music to your ears.

“You’re right. I liked history classes when I was in high school, although they weren’t too in-depth.”

“Yeah,” You ran your hand over your hair. “I guess they didn’t want to overwhelm our teenage minds with too much information.”

After that, the study session could no longer be called such. In between glances at your respective books and notebooks, you and the attractive math lover shared various anecdotes about your high school years. He told you about the time his PE teacher yelled at him and his best friend for involving the throwing of basketballs in an argument they had during recess; you told him about when you tried to leave school because it was your last class of the day and the teacher wasn’t coming, but she walked into the building just as you were going to sign out.

The clock struck quarter to eight in the afternoon and a chime was heard in the study room. It signaled that the library would be closing soon and people in it should finish their businesses and leave. You and your study partner still stayed seated for a few minutes more before he closed his notebook.

“Looks like this is the end of our study session,” he said, looking at you while zipping his pencil case closed.

“Yeah, I want to say it was a productive one.”

You said that although you spent most of it talking to the guy and laughing with him, but you didn’t regret a thing.

“When’s your history test happening?”

“Next week, on Wednesday,” you answered right away, the date circled in red appearing before your mind’s eye. Then, before he could put anything else in his backpack, you clasped your hands together. “Um… Will you be here tomorrow?”

The young man’s hands hovered over his statistics book and he let them rest over its cover. He shook his head. “No, my test is tomorrow.”

“Oh, I see.” You lowered your head and forced out a smile that tried to wish him good luck.

“Although–” he opened his pencil case again and fetched a random piece of paper from his backpack. He wrote something on it “–I know of a numerical sequence that will ensure we meet again.”

He gave the slip of paper to you. On it, you found his phone number and his name, Satoru. You had to clench it between your thumb and index to try and mask the shaking of your hand.

“Satoru…” you read the name out loud, and after putting his number into your pocket, you reached for a piece of paper yourself. “I happen to know about another numerical sequence with the same effect.”

You wrote your phone number and name and handed it to Satoru. He took a look at it and grinned.

“I’ll call you tomorrow if you don’t mind, after my test.” He carefully slid the slip of paper inside his pocket.

You nodded, although in your mind, you were pumping your fists into the air. “That’s fine. If you catch me studying, I’ll use it as an excuse to take a break.”

Satoru smiled again. You could watch him smile for hours and you wouldn’t get tired. It’d be even more enthralling than a documentary on the Middle Ages.

“Alright. Good luck with your upcoming history text.” He leaned forward and, despite the table standing between the two of you, he reached out his arm and patted your shoulder. The young man added, “Although I don’t think you’ll need it.”

While you were wearing a sweater that covered all of your skin, your shoulder still tingled in the area Satoru had touched. You blinked a couple of times and bit back a stupid-sounding giggle, the one people make in movies when their crush says “Hi” to them.

“Thanks, and same to you. I’m sure you’ll do great tomorrow.”

He thanked you with a gesture of his head. You rushed to pack up all of your stuff so Satoru wouldn’t see the growing blush spreading across your cheeks and forehead. With your shoulder bag on and your books in your arms, you passed by him and said goodbye with a fleeting look; Satoru said it back.

If only you had looked at him one last time, you would have seen that he watched you leave with dreamy eyes, already looking forward to sharing another study session with you. Both you and he knew this one was only the first of many.

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Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

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I sent my latest fic to agirlnamedjana's sideblog for prompt fills (not tagging her because I'm a shy coward who's always afraid of being a bother) and I love that she added to the tags that one line Megumi says towards the end 🥹 She seems to have liked the story overall!

Knowing what kind of things people who read my fics enjoy about them makes my day. I'm not saying this to ask for comments, althought they're always appreciated; I do because, at the end of the day, writing is about evoking emotions in the reader and I'm glad to know I'm capable of doing that.

I'd also like to add that, while I mainly write these Gojo x Reader fics for self-indulgent reasons, I do want other fans to enjoy them and have a good time reading them. That's precisely why I always make the reader insert a gender-neutral person.

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The Gift of a Lifetime (Gojo x GN!Reader)

Note: Of course I had to write a fic for Satoru's birthday and of course it had to be something sweet and extra fluffy like this <3 Truth be told, I got the idea of writing a birthday-themed fic from KefiTeria over at AO3, who writes amazing and adorable Gojo/Reader fanfics. After reading this one, you should go check out their stories!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,321

Summary: Accompanied by his students and you, Gojo celebrates his 29th birthday at home. He will be getting many gifts today but, after almost a year of preparation, you will be giving him one he can't see coming. One that will mark the start of an exciting and beautiful new chapter in your lives.

• • • • • • •

Attached by cords to their respective stands, bouquets of blue satin balloons swayed from side to side. They flanked a big “Happy Birthday” banner Yuji and Megumi hung on the wall a couple of hours ago while you, Yuta, Tsumiki, and Nobara devoted yourselves to tasks such as folding the ivory white napkins to make them look fancy, plating the food on dishes from Satoru’s best dinnerware set, framing them with matching cutlery… Everything had to be perfect.

The rest of Satoru’s students couldn’t make it to the dinner, but they, too, were in on what would happen there. After all, today wasn’t an ordinary day: it was his birthday. That alone was special enough, but there was a twist not even his Six Eyes would see coming, one that would add an extra layer of significance to the day.

Today, on his birthday, you would propose to Satoru.

It wasn’t something you had thought of on a whim, no. You wanted to do it from the moment Shoko finished patching you and your boyfriend up after the battle against Sukuna. You already knew, but looking at him lying next to you, with your hospital beds pressed together and your fingers tightly interlaced after narrowly escaping death, your certainty solidified. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with Satoru.

Originally, the idea was to propose on Valentine’s Day, but that concept was corny even to you. As you discarded it, the perfect date came to mind like a strike of lightning: his birthday, December 7th. Not only was it another special date, but it also gave you almost an entire year to prepare and make sure everything was perfect. To further ensure that, you asked the kids for help. They performed particular tasks each: Megumi and Tsumiki convinced Satoru to celebrate his birthday at home—you wanted the proposal to be an intimate moment; Tsumiki accompanied you for ring shopping; Nobara helped you pick your outfit for the occasion; Yuji took care of the decorations, and Yuta, of the cake. As for Panda, Toge, and Maki, they came up with the menu: miso soup, salmon, and tempura. It was a pity they couldn’t be there.

The kids could almost feel as their own the palpitations you hid behind your big grins and your giggles, all of them seasoned with a pinch of nervousness you beat yourself over in your mind. You knew you had nothing to worry about, and yet, a faint anxiety crept up your chest every time you took your hand to your pocket and pictured Satoru’s possible reactions to what you were hiding in there.

Laughter and friendly banter surrounded you. Okay, Megumi was as serious and stoic as usual, but you could tell he suppressed laughs every now and then.

“The sound Sukuna made when you stepped on him?” Satoru said, tapping Yuji’s arm, “I think of it every time I need a quick laugh. It was like one of those noise putties.”

“You mean the ones that sound like a fart? They’re gross.” Nobara scrunched up her nose.

“But you still know about them,” her teacher pointed out with a triumphant grin.

“With your past as a tomboy,” Yuji added, “I bet you’ve played with noise putties before.”

“N-no! I’ve never played with those.” The girl’s nostrils were all flared up, but Yuji and Satoru still laughed.

And you laughed with them. Nobara half-pouted at you and continued eating. Megumi shook his head and did the same. For her part, Tsumiki laughed under her nose. Her brother’s classmates were an interesting bunch.

Things were much calmer for sorcerers ever since Sukuna was dealt with, but moments that allowed for fun and peace were still more than welcome. Actually, the peace part could be scratched this time for you, anyway. You exchanged glances with the students every now and then. The food on the plates was waning and with it, the minutes until Yuta brought your boyfriend’s birthday cake into the dining room. The cake was something Satoru was curious about, by the way.

“Won’t you give me a hint on what it’s made of?” he asked Yuta, leaning forward.

The boy shook his head, pausing before picking a piece of tempura with his chopsticks. “I already told you it’s meant to be a surprise.”

“You won’t even tell me what color it is?”

“He already told you it was a surprise,” Megumi droned from across Satoru.

The cake… You almost turned it into an actual surprise by hiding the ring in it, but you had heard enough horror stories about people nearly choking on their engagement ring to rule the idea out. Going down on one knee was special, too.

After taking a sip of his miso soup. Satoru turned to look at you. “Hey, babe.” His words made you jolt in your seat. “You good? You’ve been pretty quiet ever since we started eating.”

Oh, of course he noticed.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you told him with a reassuring smile. “I’m just… listening to you all.”

Satoru narrowed his cerulean eyes, a mix of disbelief and amusement glinting in them.

“Listening to us? It’s more like you’re lost in thought.”

Nobara gave you an alarmed look. You briefly shook your head at the girl, eyeing her out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m also wondering about what the cake will be like.”

“But you must have seen it while plating everything,” your boyfriend pointed out. He chuckled and patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t press you on it.”

Your eyes landed on Yuta next. He let out a sigh just as your shoulders lost their tension. Satoru’s perceptiveness could be a problem sometimes.

You were that quiet because, in your mind, you were going over what you’d be saying when the big moment came. You had looked up ideas online and, while some of the suggested sentences were beautiful and loaded with emotion, going off something you had read somewhere would mean scripting your feelings. Satoru deserved to hear words born from your heart, not a repeat of what someone had written online.

In the blink of an eye, all of you were done eating. Yuji leaned back against his chair’s backrest and rubbed his stomach.

“Everything was great, but I’m so full! I hope I can still eat some cake.”

“Of course you can,” Tsumiki said, “there`s always room for cake.”

“You’re right.”

Meanwhile, your guts were so tight you couldn’t believe you ate everything on the plate. The food tasting so good must have played a part.

Yuta gave you a fleeting glance, then spoke, “When should I bring out the cake? If we eat it right now, it could be too heavy on our stomachs.”

Satoru leaned back, supporting his chin on his hand. “That’s true. I don’t think I want to end the last birthday of my twenties with indigestion.”

“Do we wait twenty minutes or so, then?”

“Yeah. That should do it.”

You exhaled. Twenty minutes before the proposal. You touched your pocket, making sure the small black velvet case was still inside. Satoru saw that. The first thing that crossed his mind was that you had your gift on you and that it must be something tiny. Not that it mattered; anything coming from you or the kids was valuable. What didn’t sit as well with him were your eyes, all fixed ahead, the fast-paced rise and fall of your chest, and the small nods you gave to yourself every now and then. Satoru was tempted to take you aside and ask if something was troubling you, but the smiles you shared with him and his students eased his concern somewhat.

Those twenty minutes passed by both in a blink and at a snail’s pace. When Yuta got up from his chair, a rush of heat washed over your back and you opened your mouth like a fish out of water. You had to reach for your glass and pour some soda into it because, at that rate, your mouth would become so dry the words to “Happy Birthday” would get stuck in your throat like they were in a traffic jam. The kids shot you sympathetic glances. You had this, they were sure of it.

Rising from her chair, Tsumiki said, “I’ll go turn off the lights.”

The girl flicked the switch and the dining room became illuminated only by the light coming from the kitchen, where Yuta lit the candles on the cake one by one. When he was done, he turned off the kitchen’s lights and the warm glow coming from the candles extended from one room to the other. You all stood the moment Yuta came into view through the door’s threshold and began singing the famous song.

You eyed Satoru as you sang. His gaze was both on all of you and on the cake, a two-tiered chocolate sponge cake covered in a generous coat of delicious, perfectly smoothed out icing of the same flavor. Of course, it was adorned with twenty-nine colorful candles, their flames flickering with each step Yuta took.

The boy placed the cake in front of Satoru, who quipped, “My birthday cakes are starting to look like concerts.” You and Yuji chuckled at the comment.

“What are you going to wish for?” Nobara inquired.

Satoru shrugged. “The kind of thing one usually wishes for on birthdays.” He put his hands down on the table and leaned in. “Alright, time to take care of these candles.”

He focused on the twenty-nine flames in front of him. Despite the vagueness of his response to Nobara, your boyfriend had two specific wishes in mind. He wanted everyone he cared about to be safe. He thought of you, his students—including Tsumiki—and his colleagues. He hoped a threat on Sukuna’s level would never arise again, but that, if it did, he’d be able to ward it off the same.

And right before blowing out the candles, Satoru also wished for being able to keep aging by your side.

All the flames went off in one go, leaving behind the characteristic scent of their charred wicks. Clapping and hugs followed as Tsumiki rushed to turn the lights back on. You were the first to embrace Satoru, but you angled your body awkwardly at the last second so the jewelry box in your pocket wouldn’t poke him. Your heart broke a little when you saw the confusion in his narrowed eyes, but it was fine. He’d find out why you had been acting so off soon enough. Too soon for your comfort. If those already shaky hands of yours managed to drop the box when the moment came, you’d curl into a ball in a corner of the room and cry.

“Time to go get our gifts,” Yuji announced, giving you a side glance as he did. He then addressed Satoru, “Stay patient, okay?”

“I’ll try, I’ll try.” He sat down on his chair and dragged it back, stretching his long legs.

You and the students headed towards the living room, where the gifts awaited inside a cupboard. Megumi opened it and everyone took their corresponding packages. You watched from a few steps away, taking deep breaths and trying to visualize a circle expanding and shrinking with every breath. You kept telling yourself you were ridiculous for being so anxious over proposing to your boyfriend after months of preparation, but you couldn’t help it. Asking the love of your life to marry you wasn’t like asking them what they wanted for dinner.

Megumi put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey.” His voice and sudden touch startled you. “You don’t need to worry about anything. It will be alright.”

“But…” You put your hand into your pocket, grasping at the box inside. “What if he says no? You know how Satoru is. He could say he doesn’t need to marry me to know he wants to be with me. I wouldn’t complain, mind you, but still…”

“Have you two ever talked about marriage?”

You two had, in fact, talked about the possibility of marrying someday and, in fact, Satoru told you he liked the idea, but that there was no need for a wedding in his eyes. He loved you with or without a ring.

“Yes,” you answered. “He is… ambivalent about it.”

Nobara, who had heard the exchange, approached you with a hand on her hip. The other held the gift she got for her teacher. “If he dares say no, I’ll ‘accidentally’ ruin all of his favorite shirts.”

“Come on, Nobara, don’t be petty,” Yuji scolded her before addressing you. “Besides, Gojo would never say no to you.”

“You know you have him wrapped around your finger.” Tsumiki gave your back a couple of comforting pats.

“It’s unnerving because you care,” Yuta said, taking a step towards you, “but it will be a beautiful moment. Your proposal will make him happy.”

You took another deep breath and placed your hand over your heart. Its beat was so strong you could feel it by just grazing your chest.

“Please, I hope so.”

The six of you left the living room and returned to the dining room, where Satoru awaited, seated on his chair, arms and legs crossed. As soon as he saw Megumi—the one who led the group—cross the threshold, he got up and approached all of you.

“This is my favorite moment in birthdays besides the cake.” He had a big, almost childish grin on his face. He was going to make you melt. “Let’s see what you all got me.”

Megumi was the first to give Satoru his gift. It was a copy of Frankenstein; Satoru had resolved to read more, but he wanted to start with something he was already familiar with thanks to movies and, to him, that was a perfect option. Next was Tsumiki, who got him a cotton candy machine. Satoru’s eyes all but sparkled when he unwrapped the box and saw the gadget’s image on its colorful front. You knew he was thinking of all the cotton candy he’d be making day in and day out.

Everyone else’s gifts were just as amazing: Yuta got him a sleek black smartwatch—on the cheaper side, but Satoru didn’t mind that at all. He praised its wearability and even put it on. Nobara’s gift was a men’s cologne that had been widely advertised lately and that she thought Satoru would like. Indeed, he proclaimed it as his new favorite after the first whiff. As for Yuji, he gifted his teacher a box that contained a selection of the most iconic movies of the 90s. Satoru thanked the boy for giving him so much great material for future movie nights.

With every gift he received, your mouth grew drier and your breathing shallower. You reminded yourself to visualize the circle, to trust yourself and, most of all, to trust Satoru. He glanced at you after each one of the presents, hoping you’d be next. When he placed the box Yuji gave him down on the table, Satoru’s gaze stayed on you. Everyone’s gazes were on you, actually. The kids moved aside to give you space and stood side by side, ready for what was about to unfold. Nobara retrieved her phone from her purse in a discreet movement; you had given her permission to record the moment, which only added to your fear of messing this up somehow.

You took a sip of soda and approached your boyfriend. He didn’t eye you from head to toe, hoping to guess where you hid your gift, nor did he ask you where it was. He stood there, waiting as you got choked up without even having said anything yet, as you blinked back the tears you knew were coming. You looked over at the kids for reassurance one last time, and then, your attention was all on Satoru.

“You might be wondering where my present is,” you began. “I don’t blame you, it must be weird for you to see that I’m the only one without anything to give you, but the truth is that I’ve had it on me all night long.”

Satoru nodded, letting out a soft snort. “I thought as much.”

You expected him to make a humorous comment or try to take a guess at what it was, but he remained silent instead, allowing you to continue. His natural perceptiveness must have told him this was important. You extended your hands towards him and he took them in his own.

“You’re shaking,” your boyfriend noted.

You squeezed his hand to reassure both him and yourself. “It’s okay, I’m fine.” Your shuddering breaths said otherwise, but you continued, “We’ve been together since we were just two teenagers. Remember the face I made when I confessed and you said you liked me back?”

“Of course I do.” Satoru chuckled at the memory with fondness. “You thought I was joking.”

“Because it was too good to be true… And it still is. Sometimes I still can’t believe we’re together.” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. Your other thumb soon mirrored the action. “I can’t picture life without you in it. The nineteen days you spent inside that damned box gave me a glimpse of what that would be like and I didn’t like it one bit.”

Thinking of those lonely nights where, full of anguish, you wondered if Satoru would get to come out of the Prison Realm during your lifetime made the lump in your throat even heavier. He was the one caressing your hands now.

“Not to mention the battle against Sukuna. Despite my faith in you, I was terrified that you’d—”

You pushed your lips together. Even thinking of the word that would finish the sentence put a bitter taste in your mouth.

Another breath. You leaned in, your gaze fixed on his. “In a world full of chaos, you’re my peace. You’re my home. My life is brighter and better because you’re in it, stopping at nothing to cheer me up, making me smile even when I feel like I can’t, reminding me that I’m worth loving and being patient about it despite how self-doubt makes me go in circles sometimes.”

Satoru’s lower lip quivered, but he tried to hide it by smiling at you. Tears gathered in your eyes and you blinked so they wouldn’t blur your sight. That was the last thing you wanted right now.

You took your hand to his cheek, brushing it with the backside of your fingers like it was made of the most fragile porcelain. The moment had arrived.

“Because of how much I love both you and the life we share,” you said, letting go of Satoru’s hands and taking a couple of steps back, “there’s a question I need to ask you.”

One final deep breath before reaching for the box in your pocket. When you were certain your grasp was firm, you pulled it out and went down on one knee. His hands were already covering his mouth.

“Satoru Gojo‐” you opened the black velvet box, revealing a beautiful platinum band with an octagon cut aquamarine embedded in its center “‐will you marry me?”

For once in his life, the talkative and charismatic young man was at a total loss for words. All he could do was dart his gaze from the ring to your loving and hopeful expression. He, too, had to blink a few times so the tears he was trying to hide wouldn’t obscure the scene before him.

“God…” Satoru lowered his hands to his chest, over his pounding heart. “God, babe… Yes. Of course I want to marry you.” He held out a trembling hand towards you to help you up. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

You chuckled, then looked over to the kids with the box still open in your hand, then back at Satoru with your eyes drowning in tears. The moment you took his hand, your body shook with a quiet sob that turned into more sobs as soon as you buried your face into his embrace. Satoru was quick to squeeze you between his arms and cradle the back of your head in his hand. He lowered his face to rest it against your hair and only then did he let his tears fall.

The kids—excluding Nobara, who was busy recording the scene—cheered and clapped at the beautiful moment they were witnessing. Yuji gave Yuta and Megumi loud pats on the back that earned him a flinch from Yuta and a glare from both Nobara and Megumi himself. Meanwhile, Tsumiki wiped her tears away with the back of her index finger.

When the two of you calmed down, Satoru pulled away and held your face between his hands. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs and pressed kisses to your forehead, nose, and lips. He didn’t care that his students were seeing this side of him; Megumi and Tsumiki were well acquainted with it anyway.

“Damn…” he said. “I suspected you were up to something, but I had no idea it would be this big.”

You grinned, reaching out to wipe his tears away yourself. “The biggest surprises come in the smallest packages sometimes.”

“Indeed.” He then looked over at the kids, dramatically arching an eyebrow. “Did any of you know anything about this?”

“N-no…” Knowing he was a terrible liar, Yuta gave him a sheepish smile.

“No, not at all.” Yuji whistled.

“Hey, Megumi,” Tsumiki said, “now we can say we had the privilege of watching our parents get engaged.”

Megumi, who was totally not using his shirt’s cuff to make his tears disappear, cleared his throat. “Yeah, not everyone can say that.”

“Don’t forget the most important part!” Nobara called from behind the phone.

Right. You opened the box again; you had closed it before hugging Satoru.

“I think I have something of yours,” you told him, carefully taking the ring out of the case. Now empty, the black velvet box went back to your pocket.

He extended his left hand towards you. “You’re right. It’s time you give it to its rightful owner.”

Gently, you took Satoru’s hand in yours and slid the ring onto his ring finger. You admired the way it looked now that it was there. It felt like it had always been in Satoru’s hand, like it was meant to be worn by him and only him. He, too, gazed down at the meaningful piece of jewelry with a warm glint in his eyes that threatened to bring tears to yours again. You couldn’t believe you had the luck and privilege of being the one putting that look on his face.

You lifted his hand to your lips and pressed a gentle kiss to its back, giving the aquamarine in the ring a glance before connecting your gaze to Satoru’s. Nobara stopped recording at that point. Your now fiancé and you, looking at each other like the world had narrowed down to just the both of you, was the perfect closure for the video. However, neither she nor the others said anything. They could tell the moment wasn’t over yet.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“What are you thanking me for?” Satoru asked, tilting his head to the side.

“For saying ‘yes’ to me. I know you’re supposed to be the one getting all the gifts today, but you just gave me a huge one.”

Your fiancé would have joked about how he was indeed a huge gift, but you and the new status of your relationship were so amazing of a present to him that it would have felt wrong to say it. He held your other hand and, leaning in, he answered, “Babe, if there was a multiverse, I’d say ‘yes’ to you in every single alternate reality out there.”

You got even closer, until his torso touched yours. “I would do the same in a heartbeat.”

Satoru’s lips and yours met as he took you back into his strong arms. You melted into the kiss, cupping his cheek with your hand and holding him as close as you could with your free arm. The thought that the kids might get scandalized at this display of affection lingered in the back of your mind, but you made yourself forget about them for just a moment. Satoru was your priority.

Yuji leaned towards Nobara and whispered, “It’s like watching a romantic movie happen right in front of us.”

“Then, it’s more like a romantic theatre play,” she said.

“Except this is very real.” Megumi sported a faint smile he didn’t bother hiding.

You pulled away after what felt like the sweetest of eternities, but Satoru kept his forehead on yours. You looked into his eyes, tracing the perfect contour of his cheekbone with your thumb. He brought his hand up to give you the same treatment and placed another kiss on your forehead. You both knew you’d be doing a hell of a lot of cuddling and kissing later.

“I want to stay like this forever,” Satoru whispered into the tiny space between your faces, “but I’m sure the kids would like to congratulate us.”

You glanced at them, your gaze warm and grateful. “Yes, I’m sure of it.”

And just like that, you saw yourselves surrounded by the excited teenagers, hugs and well-wishes going round. You felt a little bad that Satoru was no longer the sole focus of their congratulations, but you knew he didn’t mind; the radiant smile he gave you after hugging Tsumiki—one that crinkled his eyes in the most adorable way—confirmed it for you and, right that instant, you made it your life’s mission to ensure you put a smile like that on Satoru’s face every day for as long as you lived. He deserved it.

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the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

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How to write a kiss

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Rebloggable version, as requested by davrosbro. :)

Oooh! Yes! I love kisses. Kisses are where it all starts ;).

Okay, first, remember that a kiss is much, much more than just lips. It is lips, but also tongues, teeth, eyes, faces, hands, noses, bodies, heartbeats, breath, voice- and most importantly, a kiss is emotions. A kiss without emotion is just wet mushy lips stuck together. Ew. Gross. The most important part of a kiss isn’t the how, but the who- because of the emotions between the two people.

Okay so:

lips- Lips can slide, glide over each other smoothly, or they can be chapped and rough and dry and get stuck on each other. They can match, top-to-top and bottom-to-bottom, or they can overlap, with one person’s top or bottom lip captured between the other person’s lips (yummy). If there is lipstick or chapstick there is lipstick or chapstick flavor, otherwise, lips don’t have a taste (can you taste yours?). Lips also can smack- the sound of two of them coming together or pulling apart, because they’re wet and warm and soft.

tongue- Tongues are always wet, and always warm. They’re very versatile. They can trace over lips, teeth, or another tongue. They can be smooth and graceful or teasing and flicking. When tongues are involved, there is drool. It’s only sexy when you like the person you’re kissing, or else it’s kinda gross. :P

teeth- teeth can clack together awkwardly, or teeth can bite down sensually. A person biting their own lip is cute, a person biting another’s lips is sexy. A person biting gently is sensual, a person biting roughly is sexual.

eyes- Eyes can be wide open with surprise, half-lidded with desire, fully closed with pleasure. Eyes can gaze lovingly, lustfully, wistfully, hungrily, seductively- it all depends upon the emotions of your characters. Have them do whatever you like, but don’t leave them out- give them at least a mention!

faces- Faces are what the lips are attached to. Noses bump, cheeks flush, ears turn red, foreheads either wrinkle or relax. Kisses can leave lips, quite easily, and become kisses on chins, cheeks, noses, foreheads, ears, necks, throats. Kisses on noses or foreheads are cute and adorable, kisses on cheeks are sweet, kisses on chins, ears, and throats are very sexual. And a kiss on the lips can be all of those! <3

hands- Hands are super-important. In order to describe a kiss, usually you want to also describe the hands. Where are they? Does one character have their hand behind the other’s head or back, holding them close? Are they on someone’s shoulders pulling them near, or pushing them away? Fingers brushing someone’s cheek or palms grabbing someone’s ass convey two very different kinds of situations, even if the kiss itself is exactly the same.

noses- Noses are annoying. They easily get in the way, especially for first kisses! People have to tilt their head to one side or the other, and if they don’t, noses bump. I’d only mention noses if a kiss is supposed to be awkward or uncertain or nervous.

bodies- bodies are either close together, or far away. Someone can be surrounded comfortingly by someone’s arms, or terrifyingly trapped by them. Bodies are warm or hot, they are calm or nervous, relaxed or tense. Body language says a lot. Is your character pulling away, or moving closer?

heartbeat- Hearts can beat fast or slow, and that’s about all they can do- but there are lots of reasons why they do! A heart can beat fast with fear or excitement or nervousness; a heart can pound with lust or race with terror or sing with joy. Hearts can glow, cower, or shatter. When you really want to drive the emotions of a character home, mention the heart.

breath- To me, the most consuming part of a kiss is the breath. The air that someone else has just breathed going deep into your lungs is very intimate. Lips and tongues don’t have a taste, but breath does. Each person’s breath tastes different, smells different, and surrounds a person differently than anyone else’s breath. Breath can be warm and sweet, breath can be hot and sexy, breath can be hot and frightening. It is something that is very present and should not be left out. A lot of writers leave breath out. And it’s so important; it’s the most intimate part of a kiss. Someone else is breathing into your lungs, and it’s either heaven or it’s hell.

voice- Voice conveys much, even without words. A voice can groan, whimper, gasp, moan, catch, whine, scream, sigh. Voice can convey emotion powerfully, and while some kisses are silent, usually they’re not.

emotion- Emotion is the most important- and the thing you try not to say. You want to describe it, through all of the things above, so that it’s perfectly clear what your characters are feeling, without you ever using the “feelings words”. If they’re in love, their bodies will lean close, their eyes will smile, their voices will giggle softly. If they’re nervous, their palms will sweat, their noses will bump, their voices will shudder. If they’re afraid, their muscles will be tense, their faces will grimace, their lips will not open. Emotion is the color that you keep inside your mind as you write; it’s the base line that drives the description behind everything else you say.

Wow, that was a lot! Gosh I hope it wasn’t too much! Keep in mind not every kiss has all these things- this is just a list of things to consider when writing a kiss, and based on how long of a kiss you want to make. Keep in mind that typing “they kissed for a long time”…that’s six words, it takes half a second to read, so that’s a short kiss! If you want a long kiss, you need long sentences that make the reader linger.

So maybe to start off, pick three things on the list to describe in your first kiss. Don’t try to do it all- that would be too much for even the most epic kiss. Just pick what’s most important to this particular scene, to these particular characters, and describe those parts along with the lips, and you’ve got yourself an awesome, emotional kiss. <3

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I committed the mistake of not rebloging this when it was first in my dash and I have found it again!

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20 Ways Characters Show Love Without Saying It

Sometimes the strongest "I love you" doesn't appear on the page at all. Sometimes the strongest form of love is written in the details. Perhaps it's unrequited love, or saying those three words are just too difficult. Here's 20 ways you can show love in your writing without admitting it.

Remembering tiny details nobody else notices.

Saving the last bite of food for them.

Touching them absentmindedly (shoulder, sleeve, hair, hands).

Keeping track of their comfort without saying anything.

Sharing jackets, blankets, space.

Adjusting their tone when they speak to them.

Letting them see moments of vulnerability.

Reaching out to steady them without thinking / catching them when they trip.

Buying or making something “because it reminded me of you.”

Defending them when they’re not around.

Staying up late just to keep them company.

Learning their hobbies so they can talk about them.

Seeking their face first in a crowded room.

Standing closer than necessary.

Softening whenever they smile.

Doing chores they hate without being asked.

Letting their hand linger too long.

Giving up something important because it matters to them.

Being patient with their flaws and fears.

Looking at them like they’re the safest place in the world.

The reader doesn't need dialogue to understand how strong your character's emotions are.

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Soft & Vulnerable

"I didn't know where else to go… so I came here."

"Can I stay? Just for tonight?"

"You make me feel like I'm not too much."

"I'm scared you'll stop loving me if I show you everything."

"I don't need you to fix it. Just… be here."

"You remembered. No one ever remembers."

"I didn't know love could feel like this."

"I didn't know how much I needed this until now."

"You always were my home."

"I don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden."

"I'm trying so hard not to cry right now."

"You're the only person who makes me feel safe."

"I didn't think anyone would notice I was hurting."

"Everyone needs some to lean on sometimes."

"You can always lean on me. I will hold you up."

"I'm just so tired of it all. But never of you."

"We are not there yet, but I know eventually we will be."

"I wish I could be the version of me you see."

"I don't know how to be okay without pretending."

"With me, you will never have to pretend."

"I'm scared of what happens if I let you love me."

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There Goes My Hero

Note: Remember my fic Brave New World, the one I deleted last year in order to rework it? That rework didn't go anywhere, but LZA is tempting me to pick Juliette's story back up and give it a massive overhaul, even bigger than the one I intended to give it last year. This one-shot is both a test run of sorts for that and me wanting to write something related to this magnificent game. Seriously, it's everything I ever wanted!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,584

Summary: Chaos erupts in Lumiose City, burdening citizens and visitors alike with heavy uncertainty. A young girl who gets too lost in her thoughts splits up from her family, but the distressing situation leads her to an unforgettable encounter.

• • • • • • •

Lumiose City rumbled. The steel cocoon enveloping its heart blew up into pieces, sending all people and Pokémon standing on the street into a confused race for survival. It wasn’t long before police cars blared their sirens and issued safety guidelines through their speakers; too bad the voices clamoring for an explanation of what was happening drowned them out.

Families, groups of friends, and lone passersby scrambled around in search of a safe place. People ran holding their small Pokémon—in some cases, their children too—in their arms. The bigger ones were guided by their Trainers with frantic hand gestures. Cafe workers and Z-A Royale participants who hoped for a lucky night did their best to help everyone evacuate safely, although they themselves didn’t know where to run for cover. What if there was an even bigger blast?

Among the people whose day had been turned upside down, there was a family having a nice little vacation in Lumiose City to escape from the routine of their daily lives: the Ronsons, Kalosians with a tinge of Unova settled in Anistar City. Of course, their vacation had turned into what felt like a scene from a movie they would have never wanted a part in. They had just made their way into the popular and affordable Passage du Palais for some shopping when everything around them shook.

“What was that blast about?” Èdith, the grandmother, held onto a pillar.

Rachel, her daughter in law, cowered and scanned the area for somewhere to hide under. “Maybe it was a landslide? I don’t know…”

“We need to get out of here,” said Mainard, Èdith’s son. “Juliette, are you okay?”

Juliette nodded, clutching her Bulbasaur in her arms. “Yes, but I don’t like this...” The girl’s Frogadier stood tall by her side in case he had to shield his Trainer.

One of the store’s clerks was by the door, gesturing with an arm towards the exit. “Over here! Staying indoors could be dangerous!”

The tremor was causing dustings of concrete to fall off the ceiling. While no cracks were visible so far, it was better to lament material losses than human and Pokémon ones.

Employees and visitors emerged into the street. That’s when they saw it: the iconic Prism Tower, glowing an ominous pink that shrunk the hearts of those who locked eyes with it. The memories from five years ago rang alarm bells over everyone’s heads.

Large portions of the crowd melted into the current of people and Pokémon following the various evacuation routes. Some, however, stood still, overwhelmed by the sinking reality of the situation. Indecision played a part, too. Which path would lead them to safety the fastest? The Ronsons found themselves in the second group.

“Looks like not as many people are taking the Vert Plaza route. If we go with that one, we should be out of here faster,” Rachel suggested.

“We are at Rouge Plaza,” her husband pointed out. “Shouldn’t we take the route towards Hibernal Avenue? It’s the closest one.”

“And that’s why most people are following it.”

Rachel was right. The street leading to Hibernal Avenue was the one receiving the biggest influx of evacuees.

“We could get lost in there.” Juliette watched as people and Pokémon struggled against the urge to push their way forward.

“I agree with Rachel,” Èdith spoke, “we’ll have an easier time navigating the Vert Plaza route. People going towards it are behaving more… orderly.”

Mainard nodded. “You both are right. Besides, what if any of us got injured because of the crowd? Especially you.”

His mother snorted and waved a hand in playful dismissal. “I know I’m old, but I’m not that old.” She then placed her hand on Juliette’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”

They headed their steps towards the Vert Plaza evacuation route, monitored by a female police officer and her Pangoro.

“Be mindful of children, the elderly, and smaller Pokémon,” she said. “Personal belongings should stay close to the body.”

Despite the fear thickening the air, people were still talking.

“What if Team Flare is back?”

“No, this must be Quasartico’s doing. You can’t trust the rich.”

“That was probably Clemont with one of his inventions.”

“He and Bonnie aren’t even in Kalos…”

Juliette and her family, on the other hand, were dead silent. The event seemed to only affect Lumiose City, but the lightning and buzzing emanating from the tower threatened a disaster capable of compromising the entire region.

In her mind, the girl wondered where Zygarde was; it was known to appear when Kalos’ ecosystem was in danger and, judging by everything going on around her, this situation could very well mean harm to it. She knew Zygarde showed up five years ago to help the Pokémon around Geosenge Town. She had read multiple social media and forum posts describing sightings of it that day, and even saw a blurry picture of it dragging away what looked like an unconscious man. Her classmates laughed at her for believing those things and wrote them off as “made-up stuff to gain attention online”. But Juliette didn’t care. Why wouldn’t the responsible of protecting the region show up at a time that needed its presence?

Probably because of the thoughts occupying her head or because of the rising number of people choosing to evacuate towards Vert Plaza, when Juliette tried to ask her mother how she was doing, she saw a businesswoman occupying what was once Rachel’s place. The girl stopped dead in her tracks and the people behind yelled at her; an Eevee even bumped into her ankle.

“Sorry,” she muttered, darting her gaze around in hopes of seeing her family walking a few steps ahead. No such luck. They were out of sight.

Juliette looked down. Her Frogadier was also gone. Only Bulbasaur was still with her. The Pokémon looked up at her Trainer with vertical lines creasing the space between her non-existent eyebrows.

A teenager passed by the girl. She tried to tap his shoulder, but he was too fast and she was left with her hand hovering in front of her. A middle-aged woman came next.

“Hi,” Juliette called out, “have you seen a couple with an older woman and a Frogadier?”

“No, I haven’t.” And she continued walking.

The girl stood around for a couple more seconds before moving along; she didn't feel like being yelled at again. Either way, her family couldn’t be that far away, right?

A dozen meters ahead of Juliette, her parents, grandmother, and Pokémon partner tried to go against the current of evacuees, contradicting a policeman’s orders.

“We need to go find our daughter. How else am I supposed to tell you?” Mainard had a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead.

“I know,” the officer answered, stoic as a concrete wall, “but going against the direction everyone is advancing towards could lead to a stampede. I’m sure your daughter has just fallen behind.”

“Would you leave a family member of yours alone in a panicked crowd?” Èdith questioned him.

“No one here is in a panic; they’re just walking along the evacuation route as they should.”

“In situations like this–” the woman looked towards the glowing tower “–calmness can turn into chaos in the blink of an eye.”

“And I don’t want my daughter to be caught in the middle of it all,” Rachel joined in.

The officer crossed his arms and exhaled. “Do you want to cause a bottleneck? I bet you will still find the girl at Vert Plaza. Now, please, move along.”

The Ronsons—Frogadier included—glared at the police officer and turned around, resuming their steps.

“How insensitive…” Èdith muttered.

“I get wanting to keep peace,” her son answered, “but keeping someone from locating a family member during an event like this is cruel.”

Rachel sighed and looked back. “I just hope Juliette and Bulbasaur are okay and that they can find us soon.”

That wouldn’t be easy. With her thoughts going a mile a minute, Juliette rushed to overtake as many people as possible, hoping to spot her family as her brown hair flowed behind her like a fluttering cape. The girl’s mind was so set on moving forward that, when a guy dressed in DYN4MO garb announced he knew a shortcut to Vert Plaza and a handful of people began following him, she joined them without a second thought. Who knew, maybe she’d get there before her parents, her grandmother, and Frogadier did.

The atmosphere was one of relative serenity. Some even cracked jokes to lighten up the mood and a few chuckles were heard. Everything was going well. Vert Plaza became visible on the horizon, even. They’d be there in no time.

But genius plans don’t always work. The DYN4MO fan wasn’t wrong about the shortcut, but he didn’t keep in mind the possibility of roadblocks being set up to ensure everyone’s safety. That’s what he and everyone who followed his lead came across.

“Oh, no… What do we do now?” The young man scratched the back of his head.

“I guess we will have to go back to the normal route,” a woman said, already turning around.

Everyone was of the same mind as her, but not Juliette. She took off with Bulbasaur still in her arms. If she went all the way back, her family would be even further away… unless they left the evacuation route to go look for her, something unlikely given the strictness of safety protocols like that one.

Juliette eyed the street name signs out of the corner of her eye. Having spent a few days at Lumiose City meant she was already somewhat familiar with it, so that was a point in her favor. According to the signs, she was still on her way to Vert Plaza. Good. Hopefully, she wouldn’t come across another roadblock herself.

The sidewalk was mostly clear of people and Pokémon; Juliette only had to worry about dodging streetlights and trash cans. Some people navigating the set evacuation route eyed her, wondering where that girl and her Bulbasaur were going in such a hurry and why they weren’t evacuating like everyone else. Even in emergency situations, some couldn’t mind their own business.

At that moment, in Juliette`s mind, being reunited with her family was more important than safety—hell, being with her family would be safety. Still, something told her that not paying attention to her surroundings wasn’t wise. She knew, she really did, but nothing mattered more to her than making sure that her parents, her grandmother, and her Frogadier were okay. Not even the Ultimate Weapon scare from five years ago was as nerve-wracking as not knowing if your loved ones were safe and—

A sharp snap above her head interrupted the girl’s train of thought. Now that she had to run the fastest, Juliette stopped and looked up. The concrete was cracking, drawing a pattern reminiscent of bolts of lightning before her eyes. A curtain of pulverized concrete fell behind her and some got on her hair and clothes. Juliette couldn’t move or speak; Bulbasaur did so for her by crying out in what looked like a vain attempt to get her to run again.

For a moment, there was quietness and stillness. Then, a louder snap. A large piece of rubble was on its way to impact Juliette. It was too big for her to avoid by stepping aside, yet she did anyway while shielding Bulbasaur with her body.

But something pierced through the air like an arrow and took her away, away from the immediate danger looming above her and her Pokémon. The block of concrete fell a good handful of meters away from Juliette. She sat on the floor holding Bulbasaur to her chest, wide-eyed and with a knot in her stomach that undid itself with every second she passed looking at the distant threat.

Exhaling all of the air in her lungs, Juliette turned her head to the side, not expecting to see anything or anyone there. Her first thought was that someone’s Pokémon must have used Teleport or something similar on her, but the truth was far more extraordinary.

“You…”

By Juliette’s side stood none other than Zygarde, sporting the appearance of a lean and large canine. It stared at the girl and leaned in to sniff at her. Juliette froze. She didn’t know what to say or if there was anything to say at all. Not only was it her first time being in front of a Legendary Pokémon, but it also happened to be her favorite one out of the trio it formed along with Xerneas and Yveltal.

“You’re not a hallucination, right?” she managed to say. Her right hand twitched, aching to reach out and pet the Pokémon’s black fur.

Zygarde only looked at her, perhaps making sure Juliette and her Bulbasaur were okay. Once its assessment was over, it turned away—facing Magenta Plaza—with the intention of taking off, but Juliette came up with something that the Legendary Pokémon could also help her with.

“Wait!” she called out before Zygarde could leave while rummaging through her bag.

From it, she retrieved a set of keys belonging to her and her grandmother’s hotel room.

The girl asked, “Could you take me where the person this belongs to is?”

Èdith’s scent should have permeated the keys, and if Zygarde picked it up, that should mean being reunited with her family.

The Pokémon sniffed the keys for what felt like too long to Juliette. Of course, she thought, these keys must have passed through many hands. Maybe her idea would end up falling flat like the DYN4MO fan’s.

But Zygarde stopped sniffing and, before Juliette or her Bulbasaur could register what was going on, they were on the canine’s back and moving through the streets at a speed that must have rivalled that of light and sound. It was a wonder the girl didn’t fall off on the way to Zygarde’s destination: Vert Plaza.

Now seated on the ground once again, Juliette looked around her. The area held several separate congregations of people discussing among themselves. The topics ranged from theories about what was going on to grim predictions on what the future could bring if the tower’s situation worsened. No one noticed the presence of the Legendary Pokémon standing mere meters away. It was for the best; the commotion would have resulted in a whole new level of chaos.

Juliette turned her attention back to her savior. “Hey… Thanks for bringing me here.”

Bulbasaur croaked, echoing her Trainer’s sentiment, and Zygarde nodded in acknowledgment. Juliette was about to joke about how it probably had better things to do than rescuing her, but Zygarde dashed away in a black and green blur. The girl shook her head with a hint of a smile on her face.

Right as the Pokémon disappeared from her view, a collection of fast thuds approached her. Juliette got back on her feet in the blink of an eye and turned around towards the source of the sounds.

“Juliette! Thank goodness!” Mainard ran his hands through his hair.

“Where have you been?” Èdith was quick to wrap an arm around her granddaughter's shoulders and pull her to her side.

“Yeah,” Rachel said, placing her hands on her hips, “you had us worried sick.”

Juliette blew out a heavy exhale, lifting up a strand of her bangs in the process. “You won’t believe what just happened to me.”

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New Horizons Bring New Friends

Note: This is a commission for my friend @crystalpepsea on Twitter. She asked for a friendship oriented piece focused on her OC Odile and Zygarde, very fitting with the upcoming release of Legends Z-A 😄 Here's my commission info in case any of you want a piece of your own, I'll be glad to listen to your ideas!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,996

Summary: What looked like a routine visit to a construction site lands Odile and her partner Totodile an interesting new companion. Things will no longer be the same for them, that's for sure.

• • • • • • •

Receiving blueprints, reviewing them, and visiting construction sites to ensure of their viability were all key aspects of Odile’s role in Lumiose City’s urban redevelopment plan. Quasartico saw the chance of counting on a young and talented architect’s collaboration and took it.

The young woman had left her native Shalour City three months ago and, while she and her Totodile had already adapted to Lumiose City’s hectic pace of life and the job’s demands, the social aspect of it all wasn’t going as smoothly for Odile. She enjoyed the peace and quiet of her individual office, with the computer’s hum and Totodile’s babbling being the only noises, but the sight of her coworkers laughing and exchanging confidences during lunch break placed a faint tightness in her chest. It’s okay, she told herself, I’m here to work, not make friends.

That one was a regular, slow day at work. Odile replied to an e-mail from a cobblestone supplier typing at lightning speed and with her eyes fixed on the screen. Perks of being left alone—mostly, because Totodile sat munching berries by her side—to focus and do your job.

Her loneliness didn’t last much longer, however. A series of knocks on the door boomed across the room, making Totodile nearly fall off the desk and Odile, interrupt her task with a harsh exhale.

“Come in.”

The cause of the unexpected break was Vinnie, who marched into the office with his shoulders all squared up and his chin so high he might as well have been checking out the fluorescents on the ceiling. He was holding something Odile was already well acquainted with: a rolled-up blueprint.

“Good morning,” he droned before unrolling it and placing it down on the desk. “Here’s a design for a new wild zone in the South Boulevard. We want to include a fountain, but the terrain in the selected lot is uneven. You need to go take a look.”

Totodile scooted towards the large sheet as Odile scrutinized the design. In the middle stood out a large, two-tiered stone fountain surrounded by shrubs. There were also a couple of Java trees for bird Pokémon—in the corners, one across from the other—and two swing sets. Four benches completed the blueprint, one on every side of the plat, like an incomplete picture frame.

“When should I go?” Odile asked, locking her gaze with Vinnie’s sunglasses.

“Tonight, if possible.”

“Tonight?” she leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms. The wheels skidded on the floor. She sighed. “Alright… That won’t be a problem.”

“Good.” Vinnie pushed up the bridge of his glasses. “Jett is expecting the lot’s report tomorrow around midday.”

Without further ado, he bid Odile and her partner farewell and left the office, closing the door with a surprisingly soft thud. Odile tipped her head back and rubbed her eyebrows. Traversing Lumiose City at night wasn’t among today’s plans, but she had no choice. It was for the job’s sake.

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One would think nighttime meant fewer people on the streets and more tranquility. That was true for most places in Kalos, but not for Lumiose City. When the sun went down, people and Pokémon showed up like they had appeared out of thin air: couples and their Pokémon partners visiting the most exclusive restaurants, families making last minute purchases, Furfrou and their Trainers leaving the salon after an endless wait… and the newest trend in Lumiose, the Z-A Royale, which gathered a handful of people and Pokémon every night.

Odile and her Totodile had just overcome a challenge of their own: making it to the plot on the blueprint during one of Lumiose City’s busiest hours. It took her a few bumps and countless “Sorry” and “Excuse me”, but she was now in front of the future wild zone, empty like a blank canvas. Odile tied back her long, pale brown hair—which had a habit of getting in her eyes during work—and stepped into the lot.

Like Vinnie said, the terrain had a couple of slopes near the center, but they were nothing that a regrade and a good foundation for the fountain wouldn’t fix. The rest of the plot was as smooth as it could be; Odile smiled to herself, imagining the wild zone already built and being enjoyed by all sorts of Pokémon. Meanwhile, Totodile used the slopes as slides.

Odile snapped pictures of the areas where each of the elements would be installed. They’d be going on the construction site’s report, the first thing she’d be working on in the morning.

Unlike the way there, the visit to the lot was quick and easy. Odile filled her lungs with air—oh, how she missed Shalour City’s cleaner air—and swung her arms by her side.

“Let’s go, Totodile.”

She walked only a few steps towards the busy street before stopping in her tracks and looking around with a raised eyebrow. It felt like someone else was in the lot. Weird. The area was clearly empty. Maybe Odile was just tired. Good thing she only needed to serve dinner for herself and Totodile and go to bed.

•·················•·················•

The report was completed and sent to Jett well before midday. She greenlighted the construction and agreed with Odile that the terrain irregularities could be easily corrected. However, the young woman would have to visit the construction site a second time that night. She’d be marking out the areas corresponding to each of the design elements. The architect couldn’t wait to feel like a Magikarp swimming upstream again.

Luckily, she found a shorter and less busy path during her lunch break thanks to Rotom Maps. When the sky darkened, Odile and Totodile left their house and set out for the lot. There were no bumps, “Sorry” or “Excuse me” this time, only a smooth arrival.

With Totodile’s help, she demarcated the future locations of the wild zone’s features. The lot now sported long stripes of red tape, the blank canvas not so blank.

Odile took a picture to show Jett the next morning and put her phone back in her bag. She intended to go home and her steps were already headed towards the sidewalk, but the sensation of not being alone came back. Odile stopped and crossed her arms. She glanced down at Totodile, who looked around in alert but wasn’t baring his fangs or showing any other signs of defensiveness. She then looked over at a line of sparse bushes outside the plot’s limits. They weren’t big enough for someone to hide and spy through them… or so she thought.

The leaves rustled. Totodile stood in front of his Trainer. Odile didn’t move; she kept her eyes fixed on the shaking shrub. The buzz of the nearby streets seemed to fade out as seconds ticked by with nothing happening. Odile made it as if to turn around and leave when an unknown figure jumped out of the bush.

“What is that?”

It was green, small, and it hopped towards her and Totodile. The Water type stared at the creature, jaw open in wonder. It didn't look like anything he or his Trainer had seen before. The Pokédex must not have seen anything like it either, because Odile’s wouldn’t register it.

The young woman squatted in front of the creature. “Who are you?” she asked in a voice tinged with amusement. The being looked up at her with its single eye—it had something next to it, but it didn't have a pupil.

Odile didn’t know what to do. She didn't know what the cute green blob in front of her was or why it was looking at her in a way that said “Take me home,” but she couldn’t leave it behind all alone at night. It looked so defenseless… That’s why after asking Totodile if he’d like a new buddy—to which he responded with an eager nod and happy babbling—Odile took the creature into her hands and placed it in her jacket’s pocket.

•·················•·················•

Finding a spot for the household’s new member to sleep on wasn’t an issue; it curled up next to Totodile in his bed. Giving it a name wasn’t a problem either—Odile called the creature Squishy because of its body’s gelatinous consistency. What had her at a loss was what Squishy’s diet could be. It didn't want Totodile’s feed or any of his treats.

That mystery nagged at the back of her mind during work until Squishy itself gave her the answer. While lying on one of the office’s windowsills, the red hexagon on its stomach glowed and absorbed the morning sunlight that filtered through the glass. The sky was free of clouds, so Squishy could get plenty of it.

Later in the day, Odile typed away at the computer while Totodile played catch with his new friend around the room. Totodile knew he couldn't knock anything down or get too rough, so that didn’t faze Odile. The door opening without warning to reveal one of her colleagues did, however.

“Hey, have you seen my stapler?” Her eyes landed on Squishy and she gasped, eyes bright with amazement. “Wait, who’s that?”

“I found it last night, at the construction site.”

Odile was as laconic as always.

“What kind of Pokémon is it? Does it have a name?” Her coworker walked into the office.

“Uh…” The architect blinked once and pursed her lips into a grimace. No one had ever entered her office so brazenly. “I don’t know what kind of Pokémon it is; the Pokédex won’t recognize it. But I named it Squishy.”

“Squishy, huh?” The woman was in the center of the room, crouching before Squishy with a huge grin. She poked it with a finger and squealed in delight. “I can see why!” She then stood up and approached Odile’s desk. “How about you join me and the others during lunch break and tell us more about Squishy?”

Her first impulse was to say no, but Odile bit her tongue. She craned her neck to look at Squishy over the desk. It was still hanging out with Totodile, unbothered by the stranger’s presence.

“Yeah… Why not?”

Although she wouldn't admit it out loud, that was the best lunch break Odile had had since joining Quasartico. Besides sharing what little she knew about Squishy, she also got to talk about how she met Totodile and what brought her to become an architect. Her colleagues listened to her all still, with their chests against the edge of the table. She would have never thought the things she said were that interesting, but being listened to sure felt nice.

That also happened the next day. Accompanied by Squishy and Totodile, Odile left her office during break and joined her coworkers. She also did the following day. And the day after. Those little reunions were becoming the highlight of her day and the young woman found herself hoping for excuses to talk to her colleagues more. After a week, she had already exchanged numbers with a couple of them.

Odile was also starting to leave her house more for leisure reasons and less for work matters. She went on walks with Squishy and Totodile, the first always inside a pocket or bag in case it accidentally got lost in the crowd. That didn't prevent it from peeking its head out, taking a look at its surroundings, or absorbing sunlight.

But sunlight wasn’t the only thing Squishy absorbed. Around two weeks after finding it, Odile took her Pokémon to a park near the North Boulevard—one she had worked on. Upon passing by a flat ornamental rock near the see-saws, Squishy jumped out of Odile’s bag. The young woman and her Totodile were quick to try and reach out for it, but Squishy didn't hop away or anything. Instead, it took a flash of green light into its body.

Odile leaned backward. “What was that?”

She soon learned what that was. The next day, on the way to work, she had to bring her steps to a halt when Squishy leaped at a closed ice cream stand.

“What are you doing? There’s no one to serve us.” And Odile reached to grab her companion, but her hands froze at what she saw.

In front of Squishy lay a creature almost identical to it, except it was flat, with a green hexagon in its middle, and motionless. Before Odile could get closer and take a better look, Squishy had already absorbed it with the same green flash from the previous day.

“C-cannibalism?!”

Odile shuddered every time Squishy took in one of these creatures. They were all around the city: inside shops, under banks, in wild zones…

A month after their paths crossed, the young woman thought she had already seen everything there was to see about her mysterious partner. Needless to say, she was wrong; the best part was still to come.

It happened one night, after leaving a creperie, chocolate crepes for herself and Totodile in hand. Odile was so focused on taking a bite into the sweet treat that she didn't see Squishy hopping towards an alley until it was a couple of meters away.

“Hey!” She sprinted towards it with Totodile following suit.

Like she had assumed, Squishy wanted to assimilate a lookalike. Odile leaned against a brick wall and took another bite off her crepe. A bite that almost went the wrong way as a green light enveloped Squishy. The first thing that came to mind was that it was evolving. With the variety of strange evolution methods out there, it was possible.

She and Totodile watched Squishy without blinking. It morphed into a canine-like creature, far bigger than seconds ago. When the light faded, Odile was left too stunned to speak. Squishy was now a large and predominantly black dog who still retained its original green on the legs and its snout. It shook its head, creating an endearing flapping sound with its ears. Totodile wasted no time in hopping onto Squishy's back to ride it like a Mudsdale. Meanwhile, Odile took out her phone with her free hand and scanned Squishy’s new form with the Pokédex. Her gasp echoed all around the alley.

“A Zygarde?! I own a Zygarde?!” She edged towards Squishy/Zygarde like it would disappear if she moved too fast. Odile compared the app’s picture to what was in front of her. There was no doubt.

Squishy looked up at her, wagging its tail. Odile patted its head with an incredulous laugh. She was even more amazed upon noticing—

“A built-in leash?” The Trainer walked around Squishy to take hold of it. She snorted. “This will save me some Pokédo—”

A prolonged shriek substituted her words. Taking it as a cue to get going, Squishy took off as soon as Odile grabbed the leash and the poor girl saw her chocolate crepe fly off her hand in the process. Good thing Totodile and her phone didn’t meet the same fate.

Owning a large dog Pokémon brought a set of changes to Odile’s house. For starters, Squishy no longer fit in the same bed as Totodile; she had to buy another one for it the next day. The Trainer also had to get a bag of feed for Squishy because now it did eat. That night, Todile shared his dinner and breakfast with his buddy. Toys became a necessity too; Odile had heard plenty of stories about bored dog Pokémon destroying their Trainer’s furniture and she couldn’t let that happen.

Squishy’s new appearance didn’t go unnoticed by her coworkers either. Upon seeing Odile and her partners arrive at Quasartico headquarters the next day, the receptionist left her desk and stood before the pup in the blink of an eye.

“No way! Is that a Zygarde?” She kept moving her head, looking at it from different angles.

“Yes, I’m as surprised as you are.” Odile had the hint of a grin on her lips.

“It’s amazing, I never thought I’d see one with my own eyes,” the receptionist marvelled, clasping her hands together. “Get ready to be the office’s sensation!”

That was a fair warning. Every worker who came across Odile and her partners had something to say: “Is that Squishy?”, “How did you get a Zygarde?”, “Does it bring you the newspaper?”

At lunch break, she and Squishy were the protagonists—although saying Squishy was the protagonist would be far more accurate. Everyone took turns to pet it, toss balls at it, and give it various treats. Totodile wasn’t jealous, on the contrary: it clapped with glee every time Squishy successfully retrieved a ball or proved to be able to obey commands like shaking paws.

The streets of Lumiose City acted differently, too. People stared at Squishy and approached Odile to ask her permission to take a picture. She hesitated the first few times that happened, but always said yes after being reassured she didn’t need to be in it. The young woman also got asked questions that came from places of curiosity and wonder and, much to her surprise, she enjoyed responding to them. Odile got more coworker numbers as well. On the weekend, she’d be visiting a cafeteria with some of them and their Pokémon. It’d be her first time meeting up with colleagues outside of work.

One night, while she sat on the couch beside her Pokémon to watch TV and unwind after the working day, Odile looked over at Squishy. It was immersed in chewing on its newest chew toy.

“You know,” Odile began before realizing, “you have changed my life.”

Squishy glanced up at her and tilted its head. Odile chuckled. She knew that despite its clueless expression, Squishy knew what she meant.

She then turned towards Totodile. “Aren’t you glad I’m starting to come out of my shell?” Totodile jumped on the couch seat, tiny arms up in the air. Odile’s eyes crinkled with a smile. Zygarde, the overseer of balance, truly did bring her such: the balance between solitude and company.

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Romantic One-Liners Part IV

"This life may not be perfect, but it's ours. We built it together for ourselves."

"You had me at hello, but you kept me with your heart."

"I didn't believe in fate until I met you."

"You're my today and all of my tomorrows."

"The best part of my day is when I get to be with you."

"I never thought I could feel like this with someone."

"I'd rather be with you than anywhere else in the world."

"Funny how life pushed us together and how we made sure to stay together."

"Even in a crowd, you're the only one I see."

"In a world full of chaos, you are my peace."

"You're the sweetest thing I ever laid my eyes on."

"Every love story is special, but ours is my favorite."

"I didn't know what true love was until you came into my life."

"With you, I've found my forever."

"You're mine in every multiverse, and I'm yours."

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