MIRACULOUS LADYBUG CHARACTERS REACTION TO: YOU GIVING THEM A VALENTINE

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG CHARACTERS REACTION TO: YOU GIVING THEM A VALENTINE

note: all characters here will be old enough to date like how they are in the show but it’s all fluff and nothing a 14 yr old Freshman wouldn’t be able to do irl,, also i went really over board with Chat Noir’s... lmk if you want more of these types of posts

links: part two

LUKA

You walked into your shared class with cyan haired boy, as you walked in Luka gave you smile and a wave. He held a guitar in his hands, as he usually comes to school early to practice a bit before class starts, you waved back and walked your way over to him, guitar in your hands, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Luka, “Oh? Care for a duet?” he jokes, strumming the strings. “A solo, actually.” you stated, he gave you his full attention, putting the guitar on the desk and his eyes locked on yours. You played the little tune you spent weeks composing; it had to be perfect for him, he always knows exactly what jingle to play for the people around him and especially you, so you wanted to return the favor, your heart and soul were laid out in every strum, string, and chord, you were vulnerable with every fret your fingers danced between, and it showed. Your song finished, but you hadn’t bothered to look up at his face, to scared of what you might see plastered on the canvas of the boy you knew you loved, your hands shook and you didn’t even know if your song had reached his heart, yet the way he stabled your trembling hands on your guitar, steadying it from dropping to the floor, and they way he pulled you into his chest, told you it tugged on his heartstrings more than you could strum, on any string, on any guitar.

ADRIEN

You were so confident you could give Adrien the poem you wrote but when you walked into Mme. Bustier’s classroom and saw the golden haired boy already had a pile of cards, candies, love letters, and chocolates to last a lifetime you slid the poem into your bag and walked right past him, taking your seat in the back of the class, missing the ‘good morning’ he told you when you walked past him. The whole day you ignored Adrien, but even sparing a glance at him reminded you of your unspoken words, as lunch started you sat in the cafeteria with an empty tray, not wanting to eat, instead looking at the poem on its sage green piece of paper. Not feeling the presence of the person behind you, you crumpled the page and dropped your head on your arms. “Why’d you do that?” you snapped your head to the voice behind you staring at bright green eyes, “That’s my valentine, right? I would’ve liked it to be in pristine condition but I guess that’s not an option anymore.” “Um, Adrien? This isn’t y-yours...” you stammered out but it was all in vain, “Then why was it addressed to me?” His voice sounded innocent at first but you heard the teasing background to it, Adrien sat down next to you put an arm around your shoulders and took the crumpled note from your hands, “It’s a beautiful poem..” he smirked softly, “..valentine.”

CHAT NOIR

as Chat Noir patrolled during the night he stumbled across a familiar balcony, your balcony, tied to the railing of your balcony were different colors of roses, ones he knew the meaning of. A lavender rose, symbolizes enchantment, and symbolizing the time you met, the last thing he said was ‘enchanté’. A pink rose, symbolizing gratitude, symbolizing the day he saved you, you bought him a pink rose that day too. An orange rose, symbolizing fascination, symbolizing the week you spent chasing after him, trying to figure out anything and everything you could about him, which resulted in you getting into many akuma attacks and almost getting hurt countless of times, it also resulted in him scolding you and telling you not to do that. A white rose resembling charm, symbolizing the day he spent protecting you from an akumatized villain who wanted to hurt you, he spent the day teasing you, and telling you jokes, and making you flustered, and calling you “ma charmante princesse”. A yellow rose, symbolizing friendship, symbolizing the time you asked him “are we friends, chaton?”. A peach rose, usually given when saying ‘thank you’, symbolizing the time you cried in his arms when you felt you weren’t good enough, and you thanked him for being there, and you thanked him for letting you cry, and you thanked him for everything you could imagine. Green rose, symbolizing balance, symbolizing the day you caught him from falling off your balcony when he got him by an akuma attack. A blue rose, signifying unattainability, for when he cried into your arms when he felt rejected by his father, when he felt like love was impossible for him to grasp, yet even though what he was crying about was a mystery to you, you let him sob. A black rose, resembling a major change, but what change, he didn’t know, but the next rose clarified what it meant, a red rose, for romance desire and love, a symbolic way of saying, ‘i love you’ this was all confirmed to him by the the dates written on the ribbon which tied the roses to the rails. When you woke up the next day, two flowers were put in place of the 10 roses you had left, a gladiolus and dahlia, symbolizing acceptance and commitment.

the fushigojos are like heaven on earth literal sweet tooth rotting fluff but like imagine the angst and (almost) crashing and burning 😔 where theres a huge argument/fight that tears gojo and his lover apart,,, and the kids just have no idea what to do or how to resolve the situation ☹☹☹

oh boy subtle fushigojo angst incoming

the air in the apartment is icy.

you’re in the kitchen, quietly getting the kid’s lunches ready while gojo pretends he’s still asleep on the couch.

at the dining table between you two, megumi pushes leftover cereal around in his bowl, and tsumiki picks at the crust of her toast.

megumi thinks the lack of unreasonably upbeat morning energy is unsettling. there’s none of the usual banter between you and gojo. no humming as you put on a pot of coffee for the two of you to share or giggles as he wraps his arms around you in an eye-roll worthy display of affection.

he never thought he'd prefer it to...whatever this was.

judging from the way tsumiki keeps glancing between you both, she thought the same. they'd both heard the way you'd argued last night, heard your hushed but harsh voices in the living room.

"he was our friend. i couldn't just..."

"...still shouldn’t have left the body there, satoru! what happens if...and the kids..."

neither of them knew who exactly you were talking about, but it must have been someone important for the tense atmosphere to have carried into the morning.

by the time gojo drags himself off the couch, rubbing pitifully at the back of his neck as he slowly approaches the kitchen, you're ignoring him, washing your hands at the sink. then you pour yourself a mug of coffee and brush past him without a word, retreating out onto the balcony. no sickly sweet good morning kiss or whiny clinging.

he just sighs, pouring himself some coffee and immediately sipping at it without adding an absurd amount of cream or sugar.

so something is wrong wrong. gojo drinking black coffee in the morning is the equivalent of watching aunt shoko end a long night with a mug of warm milk.

"still pissed at me, huh?" he asks them, leaning on the counter and nodding his head towards the balcony door.

"obviously," megumi answers, glaring at tsumiki when she kicks him under the table.

gojo just rubs a hand over his face, groaning. "yeah, well, i did something kind of stupid."

"obviously."

tsumiki kicks him again, and this time it's accompanied by a glare of her own. "don't worry, gojo-san, you just need to apologize."

"it's not really something i can apologize for," he sighs, and for the first time, megumi sees how run-down his guardian looks.

"do it anyway." he says it bluntly, rising from the table to bring his and tsumiki's dishes to the sink. "it'd help, at least."

"yeah, i know." gojo slings an arm around him as he turns on the tap and rolls up his sleeves. "thanks, megumi. i knew you'd be on--"

"not on your side," the teen bristles, scowling when gojo ruffles his hair. his next words come out in a mumble, barely audible over the running water. "i just...i don't like it when you guys fight."

gojo's quiet for a moment, arm tightening around megumi's shoulders ever so slightly. "yeah, i know. i don't either. now c'mon, grab your blazers, guys. you don't wanna be late for school."

everyone's pulling on their shoes by the time you come back inside, handing them their lunches and pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads (a habit that'd taken root when they were young, tsumiki shyly asking for one after seeing you plant a kiss on gojo's cheek before he would head out).

even though you're mad at him, even though you grab gojo's jaw a little harsher than you usually would, you still plant a quick kiss on his lips and murmur a quiet, i love you, that gojo doesn't hesitate to reciprocate.

megumi and tsumiki exchange small smiles, because they know everything's going to be okay.

His new wife; toji fushiguro [01]

Genre: angst.

a/n: idk shld i post a part two?

update: part two is here

I imagined if toji did remarry, he wouldn't hold his new wife just like he did for mamaguro. His new wife would be an empty vase he chose to fill the vacant spot in his house; or maybe, he chose her because megumi was tired of explaining to his friends that he didn't have a mom.

I imagined the dining table is as awkward as it could be, with his new wife trying her best to fit in the family but the two males just don't feel the same for her. Perhaps they secretly thought to themselves that she’s trying hard for nothing. Because she's just for a show.

I imagined if Toji did consumate to his marriage, his sex life with his new bride is boring or non-existent. He didn't marry her for love and he didn't marry his side hoes. She's like a professional ally he keeps for commercial. She can't complain because she knows that the second she opens her mouth, he's willing to put his sign on the divorce paper.

I imagined that she has to mourn along with Toji and Megumi on mamaguro's death. She can't watch TV the whole day because the house needs to be as quiet as possible to pay respect. She even needs to sneak her way to the bedroom and watches her kdrama with earphones.

I imagined that there's a day where Toji's new bride will notice that he never initiates any skinship and when she confronts him, turns out he just doesn't want to have any kids with her. Because to him, mamaguro is the only mother for his kids.

I imagined Toji brings Megumi out for a picnic date but leaves his new wife at the house when she's still busy packing the lunch boxes. And when he does return to the home back, he only comes for the food and goes back to Megumi without bringing her along.

I imagined she has to explain to her friends that Toji is a Zenin, not a Fushiguro by birth because he used his wife's surname and her friends will question her on why he doesn't use hers since she's his wife too. But she doesn't answer because she doesn't dare to humiliate herself.

I imagined she comes to pick Megumi from school and his friends will ask her why she doesn't look like how Megumi drew on his weekly poster and she has to control herself before she bursts out crying in front of toddlers.

I imagined the Fushiguro house doesn't feel as warm as she first stepped in because she finally gives up. She doesn't bother to butter up a convo, she doesn't laugh off when Megumi tells her to leave him alone because she doesn't seek him anymore.

I imagined Toji comes home late, expecting the familiar figure who waits for him every day but the whole living room is dark and she is long asleep on her side of bed. Toji probably thinks that she's tired and moves along but he doesn't notice that he's making up excuses for her because the thought of her doing it intentionally is impossible.

I imagined the ride home when Toji picks up Megumi at his grandparents from the Fushiguro family is silent. His wife will play with her phone, scrolling through her social medias and she doesn't ask Megumi on how he spent his weekend anymore. She has stopped joking about how Megumi hates her parents too. She doesn't mention anything about bringing Megumi to her home.

I imagined Megumi walks to his class, but always looking back to the gate. Megumi thinks that his step-mother will put up a little fight to hold his hand and walks him to his class. But she only rolls down the window and nods. She doesn't do the silly 'kissy kissy' too. She doesn't even greet him 'good morning' today.

I imagined the cute face of Megumi's disappointed face when he unzips the lunch bag. He shakes the bag but there's nothing. Megumi thinks that she accidentally forgot to pack his food but when he calls her by the public phone, she explains that she doesn't do it anymore because Toji wants to teach him how to buy food at the canteen. But Toji doesn't say that.

I imagined Toji's new wife looks at the bouquet he brings home and wonders if he ever sees her as her own person but a shell he fills with his fantasy because that day isn't their anniversary and she doesn't like lilies. She hates flowers in truth.

I imagined Megumi will have a huge birthday party and both families will come visit, including the Fushiguros. While the Zenin members converse with mamaguro's parents with ease, Toji's parents-in-law are asked to sit in the kitchen, watching their step-grandson from far and wonder if there will be a time where they are able to spoil a 'grandchild' too.

I imagined Toji's wife watches how everyone alienate her parents and they are unwelcomed no matter what the event is. She will swallow her words, chokes on her tears before she calls a cab for her parents. Toji doesn't even notice that his father-in-law has been eyeing an opportunity to talk to him, wanting to ask about his daughter. But Toji's gentle words aren't aimed to him, but an older man of his past.

I imagined when the party's over, no one helps Megumi's new mother to handle the messy house. She is expected to clean the big house and she hasn't even eat the cake. No, they don't spare her a slice too. So when she picks up the paper plates with the left-over bits, she eats the sweet icing and realises, she isn't his wife nor a mother to his child.

I imagined the home she tried so hard to please becomes the place she hates, Toji can no longer see her sweet smile nor her flushed face. His little pretty wife has stopped trying and there's no warm diner by the time he got home. The lengthy texts he recieved everyday have reduced to none, she doesn't contact him anymore.

I imagined the whole family sit down for diner together in the dining table and only the clicking of chopsticks against the bowls echo. His wife doesn't talk about her stupid childhood comfort foods, she doesn't put dishes into his or his son's bowls either. She chews her food slowly, eyes cast on her food without muttering a word. The whole diner is silent.

Easy - Eren Jaeger

Eren Jaeger x Reader - fluff, college!au

AN - If you saw me post this before, no you didn’t. But in actuality it is a repost I just changed it to second person oops. But anyway, hopefully anyone who sees it for the second time likes it again lol. 

(A part 2 and/or prequel does exist for this in my brain if anyone was ever interested!)

Song vibes: Easy by Troye Sivan ft. Kasey Musgraves

Summary - Just a pair of friends that definitely do not like each other. But leave their rooms at midnight for each other with no hesitation, and know each other’s food orders, and are low-key affectionate with each other.  A pair of friends.

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Y/N: Hey :)

Eren drags his head out of his textbook as his phone goes off. Pushing stray hairs back off his forehead and out of his eyes. His tired eyes lit slightly at the sight of your name. His fingers quickly replying

Eren: Hey u

He glances at the time, 12.03 am, he frowns, worried whyyou were awake so late. Three bubbles appear on his screen as he waits for your reply to arrive.

Y/N: U up?

Eren: I’m texting u back aren’t I?

Her reply takes slightly longer this time, and his mouth crooks up at the side, picturing the eye roll you were most definitely doing.

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♡ Muzan lived for the longest time. He fucks anyone and everyone. He has his own urges and gotta relieved himself in one way or another.

♡ Protection is not a thing for him. Demons cannot impregnate each other or humans or so knocking someone up was never on his mind. 

♡ So was his hidden kink. 

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pronouns: she/her 

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