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Sukuna tells his daughter how to deal with bullies :)
Ryomen Sukunaβs stomach twisted into knots when he first received the call from the assistant principal of his daughterβs elementary school.
βSheβs having a rough day . . .β the woman started to say over the phone. βHer teacher claims that a few of her classmates were picking on her during-β
Click.
The woman was met with the all-too-familiar buzz of an abruptly ended phone call, as this wasnβt the first time she had to call Sukuna for one reason or another.
And, just as it happened a few months ago when they delivered the news that his five-year-old girl had been struck down with a stomach bug, Sukuna could be seen through the windows of the front office speeding down the road, flicking off the cars that honked at him, and swirling his vehicle into the school's lot. He treated the parking lines as if they were a suggestion, his crookedly parked car now a source of misery for the poor vehicles that would have to maneuver around it.
It was rather comedic β the way he, a pissed-off, enormous man with tattoos decorating his muscles, so drastically contrasted against the soft pink, blue, and yellow paintings of shapes and animals that decorated the school lobby.
And, this time, you were with him.
And the sight of you walking into the main office alongside your husband made the assistant principalβs palms sweat, and the nervous woman silently sent up a merciful prayer on behalf of the bullies and their careless parents.
The sniffling little girlβs teary eyes widened upon seeing you both. She jumped out of her seat, running into the open arms of her kneeling father with a squeal of relief.
βWhat happened, sweet girl?β He asked, his face and voice a poetic, chaotic mix of concern and anger.
She was too upset to talk. Too upset to be understood clearly.
She only hiccuped, moved away from her father as she wrapped her arms around your lower body, and, sadly, she mumbled, βmomma.β
You stroked her forehead with your thumb β a gentle touch that represented all the love you felt for her. But, the piercing glare you gave the assistant principal sent a shiver down the poor womanβs spine.
βI want names and addresses,β you ordered.
βW-Well,β the woman swallowed thickly. βWe must maintain a certain level of anonymity for the safety of-β
βSukuna,β you interrupted, turning back to face him with a poisoned smile. βTake her to the car, please.β
Hand-in-hand, he and your daughter made their way out of the building. Though he knew you wouldnβt leave that building until you figured out who exactly made your daughter burst into tears, Sukuna too had his own way of handling things.
He opened the back door for the crying girl and watched as she entered the back seat.
Resting his arm on the car roof, he said, βIβm thinkinβ a little ice cream will turn that frown upside down, huh?β
She shook her head as she buckled her seatbelt.
βA lot of ice cream?β
She nodded slowly.
βWe have a deal.β He touched her wet cheek lightly, stroking away the falling tears. The sight of them never failed to snap his heart into pieces. βI told you what to say to those brats when theyβre mean to you. You remember?β
She nodded slowly yet again.
βWhat was it?β
βUhhh,β she thought for a moment, then, as if a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head, she grinned. βYou said to tell them to die!β
βThatβs right. When we get home, Iβm gonna teach you a couple of bad words to add on to that, alright?β
βAnd then you said that, um, to sometimes punch them. Or say go to hell.β
βYep,β Sukuna nodded. βSometimes, words arenβt needed. Fists are.β
The little girl looked down at her tiny fists β specifically the left one with a Good job! smiley sticker given to her by her teacher for completing her homework.
βListen. No matter what happens, you call me and your mom.β Sukuna said. As if summoned, you stepped out of the doors of the school with a piece of paper in hand and a look of pure satisfaction. βWeβll always protect you. Now, what do we say when someoneβs mean to us?β
βGo die! Go to hell!β
βThatβs right,β With a smile, he high-fived her, and made his way to the driverβs seat.
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Sukuna tells his daughter how to deal with bullies :)
Ryomen Sukunaβs stomach twisted into knots when he first received the call from the assistant principal of his daughterβs elementary school.
βSheβs having a rough day . . .β the woman started to say over the phone. βHer teacher claims that a few of her classmates were picking on her during-β
Click.
The woman was met with the all-too-familiar buzz of an abruptly ended phone call, as this wasnβt the first time she had to call Sukuna for one reason or another.
And, just as it happened a few months ago when they delivered the news that his five-year-old girl had been struck down with a stomach bug, Sukuna could be seen through the windows of the front office speeding down the road, flicking off the cars that honked at him, and swirling his vehicle into the school's lot. He treated the parking lines as if they were a suggestion, his crookedly parked car now a source of misery for the poor vehicles that would have to maneuver around it.
It was rather comedic β the way he, a pissed-off, enormous man with tattoos decorating his muscles, so drastically contrasted against the soft pink, blue, and yellow paintings of shapes and animals that decorated the school lobby.
And, this time, you were with him.
And the sight of you walking into the main office alongside your husband made the assistant principalβs palms sweat, and the nervous woman silently sent up a merciful prayer on behalf of the bullies and their careless parents.
The sniffling little girlβs teary eyes widened upon seeing you both. She jumped out of her seat, running into the open arms of her kneeling father with a squeal of relief.
βWhat happened, sweet girl?β He asked, his face and voice a poetic, chaotic mix of concern and anger.
She was too upset to talk. Too upset to be understood clearly.
She only hiccuped, moved away from her father as she wrapped her arms around your lower body, and, sadly, she mumbled, βmomma.β
You stroked her forehead with your thumb β a gentle touch that represented all the love you felt for her. But, the piercing glare you gave the assistant principal sent a shiver down the poor womanβs spine.
βI want names and addresses,β you ordered.
βW-Well,β the woman swallowed thickly. βWe must maintain a certain level of anonymity for the safety of-β
βSukuna,β you interrupted, turning back to face him with a poisoned smile. βTake her to the car, please.β
Hand-in-hand, he and your daughter made their way out of the building. Though he knew you wouldnβt leave that building until you figured out who exactly made your daughter burst into tears, Sukuna too had his own way of handling things.
He opened the back door for the crying girl and watched as she entered the back seat.
Resting his arm on the car roof, he said, βIβm thinkinβ a little ice cream will turn that frown upside down, huh?β
She shook her head as she buckled her seatbelt.
βA lot of ice cream?β
She nodded slowly.
βWe have a deal.β He touched her wet cheek lightly, stroking away the falling tears. The sight of them never failed to snap his heart into pieces. βI told you what to say to those brats when theyβre mean to you. You remember?β
She nodded slowly yet again.
βWhat was it?β
βUhhh,β she thought for a moment, then, as if a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head, she grinned. βYou said to tell them to die!β
βThatβs right. When we get home, Iβm gonna teach you a couple of bad words to add on to that, alright?β
βAnd then you said that, um, to sometimes punch them. Or say go to hell.β
βYep,β Sukuna nodded. βSometimes, words arenβt needed. Fists are.β
The little girl looked down at her tiny fists β specifically the left one with a Good job! smiley sticker given to her by her teacher for completing her homework.
βListen. No matter what happens, you call me and your mom.β Sukuna said. As if summoned, you stepped out of the doors of the school with a piece of paper in hand and a look of pure satisfaction. βWeβll always protect you. Now, what do we say when someoneβs mean to us?β
βGo die! Go to hell!β
βThatβs right,β With a smile, he high-fived her, and made his way to the driverβs seat.
Sukuna tells his daughter how to deal with bullies :)
Ryomen Sukunaβs stomach twisted into knots when he first received the call from the assistant principal of his daughterβs elementary school.
βSheβs having a rough day . . .β the woman started to say over the phone. βHer teacher claims that a few of her classmates were picking on her during-β
Click.
The woman was met with the all-too-familiar buzz of an abruptly ended phone call, as this wasnβt the first time she had to call Sukuna for one reason or another.
And, just as it happened a few months ago when they delivered the news that his five-year-old girl had been struck down with a stomach bug, Sukuna could be seen through the windows of the front office speeding down the road, flicking off the cars that honked at him, and swirling his vehicle into the school's lot. He treated the parking lines as if they were a suggestion, his crookedly parked car now a source of misery for the poor vehicles that would have to maneuver around it.
It was rather comedic β the way he, a pissed-off, enormous man with tattoos decorating his muscles, so drastically contrasted against the soft pink, blue, and yellow paintings of shapes and animals that decorated the school lobby.
And, this time, you were with him.
And the sight of you walking into the main office alongside your husband made the assistant principalβs palms sweat, and the nervous woman silently sent up a merciful prayer on behalf of the bullies and their careless parents.
The sniffling little girlβs teary eyes widened upon seeing you both. She jumped out of her seat, running into the open arms of her kneeling father with a squeal of relief.
βWhat happened, sweet girl?β He asked, his face and voice a poetic, chaotic mix of concern and anger.
She was too upset to talk. Too upset to be understood clearly.
She only hiccuped, moved away from her father as she wrapped her arms around your lower body, and, sadly, she mumbled, βmomma.β
You stroked her forehead with your thumb β a gentle touch that represented all the love you felt for her. But, the piercing glare you gave the assistant principal sent a shiver down the poor womanβs spine.
βI want names and addresses,β you ordered.
βW-Well,β the woman swallowed thickly. βWe must maintain a certain level of anonymity for the safety of-β
βSukuna,β you interrupted, turning back to face him with a poisoned smile. βTake her to the car, please.β
Hand-in-hand, he and your daughter made their way out of the building. Though he knew you wouldnβt leave that building until you figured out who exactly made your daughter burst into tears, Sukuna too had his own way of handling things.
He opened the back door for the crying girl and watched as she entered the back seat.
Resting his arm on the car roof, he said, βIβm thinkinβ a little ice cream will turn that frown upside down, huh?β
She shook her head as she buckled her seatbelt.
βA lot of ice cream?β
She nodded slowly.
βWe have a deal.β He touched her wet cheek lightly, stroking away the falling tears. The sight of them never failed to snap his heart into pieces. βI told you what to say to those brats when theyβre mean to you. You remember?β
She nodded slowly yet again.
βWhat was it?β
βUhhh,β she thought for a moment, then, as if a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head, she grinned. βYou said to tell them to die!β
βThatβs right. When we get home, Iβm gonna teach you a couple of bad words to add on to that, alright?β
βAnd then you said that, um, to sometimes punch them. Or say go to hell.β
βYep,β Sukuna nodded. βSometimes, words arenβt needed. Fists are.β
The little girl looked down at her tiny fists β specifically the left one with a Good job! smiley sticker given to her by her teacher for completing her homework.
βListen. No matter what happens, you call me and your mom.β Sukuna said. As if summoned, you stepped out of the doors of the school with a piece of paper in hand and a look of pure satisfaction. βWeβll always protect you. Now, what do we say when someoneβs mean to us?β
βGo die! Go to hell!β
βThatβs right,β With a smile, he high-fived her, and made his way to the driverβs seat.
Sukuna tells his daughter how to deal with bullies :)
Ryomen Sukunaβs stomach twisted into knots when he first received the call from the assistant principal of his daughterβs elementary school.
βSheβs having a rough day . . .β the woman started to say over the phone. βHer teacher claims that a few of her classmates were picking on her during-β
Click.
The woman was met with the all-too-familiar buzz of an abruptly ended phone call, as this wasnβt the first time she had to call Sukuna for one reason or another.
And, just as it happened a few months ago when they delivered the news that his five-year-old girl had been struck down with a stomach bug, Sukuna could be seen through the windows of the front office speeding down the road, flicking off the cars that honked at him, and swirling his vehicle into the school's lot. He treated the parking lines as if they were a suggestion, his crookedly parked car now a source of misery for the poor vehicles that would have to maneuver around it.
It was rather comedic β the way he, a pissed-off, enormous man with tattoos decorating his muscles, so drastically contrasted against the soft pink, blue, and yellow paintings of shapes and animals that decorated the school lobby.
And, this time, you were with him.
And the sight of you walking into the main office alongside your husband made the assistant principalβs palms sweat, and the nervous woman silently sent up a merciful prayer on behalf of the bullies and their careless parents.
The sniffling little girlβs teary eyes widened upon seeing you both. She jumped out of her seat, running into the open arms of her kneeling father with a squeal of relief.
βWhat happened, sweet girl?β He asked, his face and voice a poetic, chaotic mix of concern and anger.
She was too upset to talk. Too upset to be understood clearly.
She only hiccuped, moved away from her father as she wrapped her arms around your lower body, and, sadly, she mumbled, βmomma.β
You stroked her forehead with your thumb β a gentle touch that represented all the love you felt for her. But, the piercing glare you gave the assistant principal sent a shiver down the poor womanβs spine.
βI want names and addresses,β you ordered.
βW-Well,β the woman swallowed thickly. βWe must maintain a certain level of anonymity for the safety of-β
βSukuna,β you interrupted, turning back to face him with a poisoned smile. βTake her to the car, please.β
Hand-in-hand, he and your daughter made their way out of the building. Though he knew you wouldnβt leave that building until you figured out who exactly made your daughter burst into tears, Sukuna too had his own way of handling things.
He opened the back door for the crying girl and watched as she entered the back seat.
Resting his arm on the car roof, he said, βIβm thinkinβ a little ice cream will turn that frown upside down, huh?β
She shook her head as she buckled her seatbelt.
βA lot of ice cream?β
She nodded slowly.
βWe have a deal.β He touched her wet cheek lightly, stroking away the falling tears. The sight of them never failed to snap his heart into pieces. βI told you what to say to those brats when theyβre mean to you. You remember?β
She nodded slowly yet again.
βWhat was it?β
βUhhh,β she thought for a moment, then, as if a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head, she grinned. βYou said to tell them to die!β
βThatβs right. When we get home, Iβm gonna teach you a couple of bad words to add on to that, alright?β
βAnd then you said that, um, to sometimes punch them. Or say go to hell.β
βYep,β Sukuna nodded. βSometimes, words arenβt needed. Fists are.β
The little girl looked down at her tiny fists β specifically the left one with a Good job! smiley sticker given to her by her teacher for completing her homework.
βListen. No matter what happens, you call me and your mom.β Sukuna said. As if summoned, you stepped out of the doors of the school with a piece of paper in hand and a look of pure satisfaction. βWeβll always protect you. Now, what do we say when someoneβs mean to us?β
βGo die! Go to hell!β
βThatβs right,β With a smile, he high-fived her, and made his way to the driverβs seat.
Hey girl. Omg I read one of your fics of the detective one in which Sukunas wife become mute and was kidnapped. BUT I only found 3 fics on your page. It's such a hustle to scroll all the way down your profile... Can you make a master list please. Only if that would be okay. Or if I'm doing anything wrong can you tell me??
Hi bby! My masterlists are on my pinned post! Click βNAVIGATIONβ and the Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist is at the top, but here is the link right here!
Got some new fic ideas! Canβt wait until I have the time and mental capacity to sit down and write!
I think this is the longest amount of time Iβve gone without writing in YEARS ngl! I donβt just mean fanfic, I mean anything in general be it poems or short stories! At this point itβs not even necessarily me taking a break but rather me feeling like Iβve lost a part of myself yk?
Between being very busy and dealing with certain people I just havenβt had time to focus on the one thing Iβve always done no matter how chaotic my life has gotten and it feels so odd! I know I sound dramatic but istg I donβt know who I am if not a writer π
But itβs not as bad as it sounds! 90% of the situations that have kept me busy have been good things be it making memories with friends and family or being serious and focusing on school and work and Iβm very proud of myself!
I just miss writing so much and Iβm worried that when I sit down and try to write, the words wonβt flow because Iβm no longer used to writing like itβs second nature and whatnot.
IDK but Iβm just excited to have some new fic ideas!
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Thank you so much bby!!! Iβm back home safely now but oml I was so nervous for my first plane ride! My eyes WIDENED when I saw us go into the air I was in actual SHOCK ππ I had so much fun tho! I was gone for about a week π€ I went to some festivals, conventions, new restaurants, a mall, and to a party at a football stadium!
Girl I was going through my profile and you weren't thereπππ wtf??? How did u dissapear. Anyways I have followed you again. I DONT REMEMEBER UNFOLLOWING YOU EVERπ
AHHH MY BBY IβVE MISSED YOU!!!! It was probably a glitch, that happens to me a lot with this damn app π I noticed you hadnβt been around but I thought it was because I havenβt really been posting anything for anyone to really interact with! HOW ARE YOUUU ππ
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No because every fic, short story, etc I have tried to write lately has been AWFUL, lacked creativity plot wise or interesting dialogue but the main thing Iβve noticed is that the characters would start being incredibly toxic towards each other and Iβm just now realizing why
I know I talk about aspects of my personal life being reflected in the stuff I write about every now and then but GODDAMN
Anyway new fic once I heal? Maybe? Shouldnβt take too long π€ΈπΎββοΈ
