#april drabble

[satoblue]

“A FOOL” — gojo satoru

prank gone… right? | wc: 0.8k

f!reader, established relationship (you are dating), a little angsty but there’s a happy ending i swear, satoru needs to find better jokes, may or may not be your not so typical proposal, he has the worst comedic timing (or timing in general) | dividers made by me

“i think we should break up.”

you turn your head to face him so fast that satoru could almost feel the whiplash you got from the action himself.

“what?”, you ask, genuine confusion written over your features.

he has to stifle a laugh.

this was always the fun part — the confusion. and little did you know what he had up his sleeve. he’s never made a joke to this extent before, but knowing what he has planned, he’s sure you’d have mercy on him this time.

folding his arms over his chest, he leans back on the couch. satoru shuts his eyes, tilting his head with a smirk. “you heard me. i think we should stop dating.”

this is the part where he should’ve stopped right away, noting how quiet it is — too quiet for comfort. as if the warmth within you was snuffed out.

when you speak up with a low “why..?”, so soft like a mouse that satoru could not pick up on the shakiness of your breath, he turns to you, leaning in with a close eyed smile.

“because… we should get married! april fools!”

his voice echoes throughout the room until it falls into dead silence. lips stuck in a grin, he waits for a reaction.

. . . nothing. eh?

when his eyes flutter open, it doesn’t take long for his smile to falter.

there you were, sitting in front of him with a frown, brows knit together and glassy eyed, a tear about to shed any second and run down your cheek.

not on his watch.

“oh, baby. no no no, d-don’t cry! it was just a prank.”

“that’s not funny…”, you sniffle, rubbing at your face and sockets with your fists to fight the onslaught of tears.

his eyes soften, lips downturned, the amusement of the situation gone. he forgets about the somewhat proposal entirely, only focused on you and your disheartened eyes as you cry.

“i know… and please don’t rub your face like that.” he whispers, as if to afraid to speak higher lest you shatter like delicate glass. “you’ll hurt yourself, my love.”

gently pulling your hands away by your wrists, both of his go to cup your wet cheeks, his touch warm and comforting as he wipes away the result of his foolishness.

how could he fix this? he almost broke your heart entirely, even though a small part of him is delighted at how much love you hold for him that you’d have a reaction like this instantaneously — now is not the time to gloat.

“i am a fool…”

“you are.” you pout up at him.

the clenching of his heart releases at the sight of you acting so cute, and he feels something inside his chest flutter. with a small smile, he apologizes.

“i’m sorry...”

he is a fool. a complete and utter fool — your fool. and you were stuck with him and his stupid pranks for infinity because it is ridiculous to think he’d ever leave you. never has the thought crossed his mind — and you weren’t allowed to walk out on him either. like he said, it will always be him in your life.

the both of you sit like that for a few more seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, enjoying the shared company and fleeting touches as satoru tucks your hair behind you ears after the tense moment.

“can i just say something..?”, you speak up.

with furrowed brows, he gives a concerned nod. “yes, of course.”

you grin, the picture perfect definition of the devil incarnate.

“april fools, satoru...”, and your boyfriend feels shivers run down his spine.

silence.

and then another beat of silence.

it takes a while to register in his head. but then, with a hand over his heart, a sound rings out from his mouth, a squawk — one of absolute betrayal and disbelief.

he stares down at your evil smirk with wide, blue eyes as you clean off the residual salty tears with the back of your hand.

the tables have turned, and you have bested him at his own game. but he expects nothing less from the (maybe — if you are not mad at him) future mrs. gojo.

extra:

“you’re so cruel! what happened to my sweet and innocent angel?”

“what can i say? i was tired of being pranked all the time that i turned evil.”

satoru pouts.

“i hope this is a lesson learned to not mess with your queen, joker.”

he sighs, “yeah, you’re right.”

“i know.” you huff proudly. “also, baby, april fools day isn’t today — it was yesterday.”

“…”

“might want to buy a calendar before a ring so you don’t mix up our wedding date too.”

he blinks, suddenly remembering his semi-proposal. “wait, so is that a yes?!”

p.s. — last minute, you thought to say april fools to make it seem like you had the upper hand the whole time because there is no way you’ll ever let satoru know you genuinely cried over this. oh, to be gullible… but now, satoru will never mess with the true master of him, his home, and this day ever again. you won.

[devildomwriter]

April Fools Day in the Devildom

April fools day in the devildom is pure chaos.

Belphegor and Satan, for once, aren’t at fault but Lucifer wishes they were because instead the mastermind of insane shenanigans is none other the prince and his time traveling butler.

Satan and Belphegor had so many pranks planned for the day, Mammon too. But before anything could happen or Lucifer could coyly strike back, they were all trapped inside their phones.

That was just the first year.

Another year they became stuffed animals.

Another year they were trapped in anthropomorphic animal bodies (Satan did not mind), and that was only the first three years.

The year Thirteen got involved it was even more hectic because Diavolo took her ideas and ran with it. Even Solomon was at a loss that year but thankfully for him he had Raphael and his rain of spears ensuring the pranks didn’t go according to plan.

Thirteen and Diavolo were dismayed by this but that just meant they needed to plan even harder for next year…which leads us to now—a classic body swap.

Trapped in Luke’s body, Raphael cannot summon his spears.

Stuck in Belphegor’s body, Lucifer cannot stay awake.

With Asmodeus in Solomon’s body, Solomon is far too worried to get anything done.

Diavolo grins from within your body as he looks at you in his body.

“Thank you ___, this was a perfect idea.”

You’ve never gotten so many betrayed looks in your life.

[sp-by-april]

any basketball player Kyle headcanons? 🏀

Omg YES!

Kyle's not the guy who begged to be captain of the team... Even though he really wanted it. He became captain because he's competitive, strategic, and somehow the only one who can scream at the team and force them to actually pay attention.

He does like the attention, but he really likes winning, structure, and being the one people listen to when shit hits the fan.

Spends practices in a tank top that's always soaked by the end, curls damp, freckled chest rising and falling like he doesn't know the effect it has on you. (He knows.)

Runs drills like a military general but the second you show up to practice in a skirt and that smug little look on your face? He fumbles the ball. Hard.

If you wait until post-practice to flirt while he's shirtless, flushed, and riding the adrenaline high? You're not walking out of the locker room on your own.

He'll drag you to the locker room, and immediately push you up against the wall. Sweat slicked abs, the scent of musk and victory, panting against your throat. You're his prize.

Kyle's not above pulling you into the coach's office during downtime. "Five minutes," he grunts, locking the door. You're bent over the desk two seconds later.

He won't leave for away games without kissing your neck, your thighs, your wrist like he’s memorizing your pulse. Then he eats you out within an inch of your life. If he loses, it’s because he didn’t get to do his routine.

He definitely takes his anger out on you if he loses. He's rough, leaves bruises, pulls your hair and bites more than he talks.

If he wins? Slow grind. Deep moans. "Good girl," he pants, "You like being my reward?"

[kendyzzlewp]

please, I’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy

jackson avery x fem!reader

summary: you watched in horror as the bus exploded, jackson no where to be found

type: angst - love confession - friends to lovers

The world around you seemed to slow down, each raindrop hitting your skin like a heavy weight as you watched in horror. The bus, engulfed in flames, painted a terrifying picture against the dark, rainy backdrop. Your heart pounded violently, a painful rhythm matching the chaos before you.

"Where's Jackson?" Your voice cracked with fear, desperation creeping into every syllable as you searched the chaos for him. "Torres, where's Jackson?"

Calle rushed past, her face a mask of grim determination as she shouted back, "He's right behind us!"

Your feet moved of their own accord, carrying you closer to the inferno despite the danger. "Jackson!" The name tore from your throat, a primal scream of terror and love.

But before you could reach him, Owen's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back with a force that matched the explosion that followed. The world seemed to explode around you, the heat searing your skin, the sound deafening as flames licked at the sky.

As you fell to the ground, the world became a blur of agony. The image of the burning bus, the screams of pain and fear, all merged into a cacophony of despair. And then, as if from a great distance, you heard it.

A gut-wrenching scream, raw with agony and loss. It took you a moment to realize that the sound was coming from you, ripped from your very soul as you watched, helpless, knowing that you were losing the person who mattered most to you.

You looked up at the sky, tears mingling with rain as you pleaded with whatever higher power might be listening. "Please," your voice was a broken whisper, "don't take him. Let it be me. Take me instead."

But the sky remained silent, offering no solace as you were left to face the devastation before you, a world shattered by flames and loss.

Through the raging flames, a silhouette emerged, barely visible amidst the inferno. It was Jackson, his figure illuminated by the flickering fire, holding a little girl close to his chest. Tears welled in your eyes as relief flooded through you, mingling with the haunting specter of what could have been.

With each faltering step, Jackson battled against the relentless blaze, his determination a beacon of hope in the darkness. You watched, heart in your throat, as he drew nearer, the flames licking dangerously close to his weary frame.

As he finally reached you, his breaths ragged and labored, he gently passed the trembling child into her mothers arms. She clung to her desperately, her tiny fingers digging into her skin, seeking solace from the nightmare that surrounded her.

With tear-filled eyes, you looked up at Jackson, his face streaked with ash and exhaustion. "You're an idiot," you whispered, the words a fragile prayer of gratitude.

He nodded weakly, a flicker of a smile ghosting across his soot-stained lips. "I know," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fury surged within you, mingling with the overwhelming relief as you looked up at Jackson, his face etched with exhaustion and soot.

"You can't just do that!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "Do you have any idea what would have happened if you didn't make it out of there?"

Jackson's brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze searching yours for understanding. "I... I needed to save her," he murmured, his voice strained with emotion.

“And what about me?" Your voice cracked with emotion as tears spilled down your cheeks. "What would have happened to me if you had died in there?"

For a moment, Jackson seemed at a loss for words, his eyes wide with realization. And then, as if a dam had burst within him, he reached out to you, his fingers brushing against your tear-stained cheek.

"I... I didn't think," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I didn't realize..."

"You idiot," you breathed, your voice softening with love and exasperation. "I love you, you moron."

And as you melted into each other's arms, surrounded by the remnants of the devastation, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that could withstand even the fiercest flames.

[steddiehyperfixation]

written for @steddiemas weekend challenge "if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything" | 305 words | rated t | (i wrote this while drunk at a family gathering so if you see any mistakes no you didn't <3)

“If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything,” Eddie says. 

“Yes, they can!” Steve throws his hands up in exasperation. “They literally saw us! And anyways, your story sucks.” 

“Hey!” Eddie protests indignantly. “I am a great storyteller, fuck you.” 

“You already did that,” Steve deadpans. “That’s the whole problem.” 

“Nuh-uh.” Eddie points at Steve, eyebrows raised in mock innocence. “They didn’t see that part.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Okay, well, they still saw enough. And your story explains nothing.” 

“There was mistletoe, it’s the rules-” Eddie starts to repeat his story. 

“The rules only say a kiss, they don’t say you had to shove your tongue down my throat,” Steve interrupts to remind him, unhelpfully. 

“-And I bet you real money you wouldn’t do it,” Eddie finishes, like that addition will solve everything. 

“That still doesn’t explain your tongue down my throat,” Steve states. 

Eddie huffs, crossing his arms. “Fine, well, I still don’t get why we can’t just tell them! I mean, we’ve been together for weeks now, Stevie, what are you so afraid of?” 

Steve tenses, shoulders up to his ears and his face falling flat. “I’m just not ready yet, Eddie, you know that.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie deflates, softens. He steps closer and reaches out to hold on to Steve, rubbing his hands over his arms to ease his tension. “I get that, I’m sorry, we don’t have to tell them. But the kids have already seen us making out, I’m not sure what else we can do here, sweetheart.” 

Steve relaxes under Eddie’s touch. “I know...” He sighs resignedly. “We can try your story first, I guess, and if they don’t believe us, then…then I guess they already know…” 

“Either way,” Eddie says, pressing a gentle and reassuring kiss to Steve’s lips, “it’s gonna be okay.” 

[thief-of-eggs]

Headcanon that Kon finally works up the nerve to confess his love to Tim- except he messes up and confesses on April Fools day, so after a long pause where Tim’s heart nearly leaves his chest, he just laughs and says “good one”

And while Kon is momentarily confused (and a little crushed), he quickly is reminded of the date by a less than favorable prank pulled by Bart- and instead of explaining things to Tim, he decides to roll with it

It becomes an inside joke between them both. Kon starts saying “love ya” before every mission- and he means it. But Tim just takes it as a joke, and he pretends it doesn’t make his cheeks flush, pretends it doesn’t make his heart race.

The longer it goes on without Tim confessing back, the bolder Kon grows. He is pretty sure Tim likes him back, given he can hear how Tim’s heart races each time he flirts- but he’s still waiting for the proper confession. And what better way to draw it out than by getting flirtier and flirtier?

“Have a good meeting, baby, I hope they don’t keep you from me for too long”

“Hey there hot stuff, is that a batarang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes look Tim? Because they really are. Brighter than the whole night sky alight with stars.”

Tim goes insane. He can’t show how much the phrases are affecting him, can’t let Kon know it isn’t a joke to him- so he flirts back. Because why on earth would he be normal and just talk about it?

He starts small, and works his way up to bolder statements. Speaking his heart, veiling the words as bits of their joke.

“Hey pretty boy, you gonna join us on this mission or is your head still in the clouds?”

“Calm down Kon, this is a sparring ring, not our bedroom”

“Can I get a kiss for luck babe? You know I always perform better when I’m around you.”

It’s like a game. Of wits, of wills. Everyone watches from a far with their eyebrows raised, watching the gayest friendship they’ve ever seen as the boys both flirt and flirt, a sort of game of chicken that neither seems to know the rules to.

It takes months for things to escalate so much till they’re essentially just dating. Tim doesn’t realize it until they’re sitting curled up on the couch together after a mission, his head on Kon’s shoulder, their legs intertwined under the blanket.

“We’re dating… aren’t we?”

Kon kisses the top of his head. “Took you a while, Mr detective.”

Tim’s face flushes as he rethinks every phrase Kon ever said to him, before winding back to that first fateful confession.

His heart skips a beat as the meaning dawns on him.

“You love me,” he says, less a question more a statement.

“I do,” Kon replies, fighting off a smile.

Tim’s heart races a mile a minute. He pushes away from Kon to look him in his eyes, his ribs feeling too small to contain his growing heart.

“I love you too,” he says, breathless with the confession.

“I know,” Kon answers, his eyes twinkling. Tim wants to punch him- but then Kon is kissing him, and Tim forgets every hostile feeling.

He pushes their combined idiocracy aside and grabs Kon by his shirt, and pulls the super into him.

[irishmammonagenda]

You pout, arms crossed up against your chest, staring at your boyfriend who currently has his eyes fixated on the game on his PC, mouse and keys being clicked rapidly while the otaku sits cross legged on his desk chair, tongue sticking out in anticipation as he progresses with the battle.

You shift in the bean bag that you made yourself at home on, having long set you DDD down, finding that it had completely lost its entertainment value. Call you a spoilt brat, more millte than the ten year old's in makeup aisles at supermarkets, but you wanted your boyfriend's attention God Dammit! And you wanted it now!

The Avatar of Envy pays you no mind as he continues playing his game, having probably forgotten you were in the room. Well you had been here for hours quietly on your DDD. It was fair, you supposed, though as he starts singing the praises of a certain Ruri-chan, the only thing you could feel was your boyfriend's sin.

That seemed to remind Leviathan of your existence. You huff. He reaches a checkpoint and turns around, jumping when he sees you. "O-oh! S-sorry! M-MC...I-i forgot you were there!" He says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his face turns a red that brings out the purple of his hair.

"You should be sorry...." You sulk, sinking further into your seat, Levi flatlines, eyes widening as he nearly falls off his own chair.

"I-I am! I just got so into the game! And you were so quiet...and I-" He rambles apology upon apology as he stumbles clumsily closer to you, finally reaching within inches of you but hesitating. Something along the lines of 'How could they want a pathetic otaku like me anywhere near them right now?!' no doubt going through his head.

You scrunch your nose up, quickly closing the distance with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Simple. Leviathan still flatlines, if he was an android he would've stopped working. You grin, giving him another kiss, just as soft but a little less chaste, he blubbers something in his flustered blushy state, demon form popping out. While your pretty boyfriend was normally shy, his instincts were not, while he hid his face and sparkling eyes from you in his awe, his tail wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to you, something you gladly accepted as you took Levi's hands away from his face and gave him another kiss, he might as well have been the Avatar of Greed with how greedily he was kissing you back.

Holy fuck, you love your boyfriend.

[3mz0mbi3]

── ๑ ֹ ₊ ᐟᐟ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝐊𝟏𝟐 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ‧₊

The wind hit my face hard every time I pushed my body forward to accelerate. I felt the thrill rush through me like electricity, but it couldn't compare to the feeling I got from admiring that beautiful orange hair so magnificent, like the sun during sunset, her figure dressed in two different shades of pink, and not to mention those eyes, green like a fairytale forest, you could only admire every aspect of the beautiful girl who passed you so effortlessly. She, on the other hand, offered you a loving smile, which only made you more enchanted by her sweet expression but who could blame you? You were completely smitten with your girlfriend, even though you could see her beautiful features any other day, you engraved them in your memory as if it were the last day you’d see her and still, her charm kept surprising you as if it were the first time you saw her.

Both heroes were playfully competing to see who could pass the other, diving into the city, flying in circles between the skyscrapers, letting themselves get carried away by the pure joy of being together. Without even noticing, they began to rise, drifting away from the noise of the city, until it became a distant murmur and only the two of them and the clouds remained.

Atom Eve passed the young Grayson once again. The redhead turned her body, now flying back just to like her girlfriend did with her, admire that laugh showing her teeth alongside that tri-colored suit of yellow, blue, and black, they were made for each other.

Then suddenly, Atom Eve was caught off guard when a gust of wind pulled her out of her thoughts, it was her girlfriend, who had just overtaken her in an instant, ꒰Y/N꒱ extended her arms, a big smile on her face, and suddenly started spinning around like a human helicopter blade. Her arms held firm, legs together, and her body did a perfect horizontal spin. Then she stopped mid-spin, stabilized her flight, and continued forward, not without first turning to look back at Eve, who was only a few meters away, still flying backward.

─── “So, what was that? Were you trying to impress me?” ─── asked the pink-suit hero playfully, still flying backward, propelled by a burst of pink matter.

─── “Did it work?” ─── asked the Grayson with an excited smile like that of a small child

─── “Maybe” ─── Eve said, raising an eyebrow while keeping her smile. ─── “If you didn’t use the same tricks, maybe you’d impress me.”

The girl in the tri-colored suit laughed as she began to speed up again.

─── “Well then, pay attention babe!, this one will do it!” ─── I raised my fist and in a short time, she already created a large distance between her and Eve, who could only deny fun for the actions of his partner, Eve slowed down to turn around and now face forward, better able to admire her girlfriend, who was so eager to impress her.

꒰Y/N꒱ looked over her shoulder at the young wilkins, who now had her eyes very attentive to his moves, she can't help smile at her lovingly but suddenly my pink girl's expression turned between confusion and seriousness, just as she stopped flying and raised her hands, ꒰Y/N꒱ could faintly hear her sweet voice calling her name, since the whispers of the wind along with the distance made it difficult for him to hear her clearly, it was precisely that which erased his playful smile and made him look up in front of him, quickly finding himself a few inches from a pink matter barrier and behind it was a large green portal floating in the air.

I didn’t even have time to slow down or stop; within seconds, I was already breaking through Eve’s barrier and entering the portal, not even poor Eve had time to think of something to stop your flight, and by the time she did, you were already being swallowed by the portal. Eve hurried to fly after you, hoping she could at least still pull you back but the portal soon vanished with the wind

4 months was the time you had been trapped in another dimension that wasn’t as developed as yours in certain aspects, and even more so since you were in the year 2012., besides, it seemed like heroes didn’t exist, you found this out the bad way, when after going from a fresh morning to a barely starry night once you crossed the portal, you didn’t notice anything strange, After a short time wandering around, it became clear you were in New York.

You had the theory of just having been transported to another place in a different time, but with all the things you were seeing, maybe you were in an alternate universe, Your first thought was that you could go to the base of the  Guardians of the Globe and search for Robot to help you with your situation, or even go to your girlfriend Eve’s house though you couldn’t be sure she was still your girlfriend in this universe, nor could you be sure this was just an alteration of your universe.

In the end, you found nothing, no headquarters, no Eve’s house, not even yours, as a last resort, you thought about flying into space If you could find some help, but you weren’t sure what you’d run into up there. At the end you decided to return to New York, just to be at the same point where you came out of the portal. You had a faint hope it would open again.

Still, you had to think of something, since you had not even a single clue of when the portal would open again or if it even would so you opted to get some kind of job that wouldn’t ask for your birth records, ID, school certificate, or why you were wearing a three-coloured suit.

Well, let’s say you were lucky enough to meet Mr. Murakami!

Oh, that good man saved your life, he gave you a job without asking many questions and of course, his total blindness didn’t allow him to, even you had to come up with a story to cover up the fact that you didn’t even have a house, family, clothes, or a reason why you weren’t going to school, He was extremely supportive and honestly a bit naive awakened in you the need to protect the older man and how not? He even managed to find you an apartment to stay in for a while before they started charging you rent, He gave you a good paid so you could afford clothes, basic hygiene products, food, and every now and then you’d treat yourself to a little comic, too bad they didn’t have Seance Dog here.

─── “Good night, Mr. Murakami! Sleep well” ─── I was getting off early from my full-time shift, since of course I wasn’t going to school, that gave me more free time, so I decided to spend it working extra hours, I was starting to save money to attend school, although that decision was still uncertain.

─── “You too ꒰Y/N꒱, remember to be careful on the streets at this hour” ─── the man said goodbye to me near the door, his hand resting on the frame.

─── “Yes! Don’t worry about me, have a lovely night!” ─── I walked away little by little from the shop and waved goodbye with my hand but I quickly lowered it in embarrassment how absentminded did I have to be to wave like that to a blind man? I just kept walking toward my apartment.

I continued walking calmly, certainly lost in my thoughts. I was worried something might be happening while I was here just idling around, ¿How much time was passing in my universe? ¿Was Mom okay? She was already depressed by the truth Dad was hiding from her. I don’t want to imagine how she must be now that I just disappeared flying, ¿How was Eve? ¿Was she still worried about me? The fear haunted me that so much time might be passing that she could have forgotten about me, ¿Would William forget about me too? I know our time had already passed, but I still worried about how Amber was doing, Not just them, ¿How were doing Rex and the rest of the Teen Team now the New Guardians of the Globe?

I sighed at my thoughts, mentally reminding myself that I had to stay positive. I hadn’t noticed there was an older man walking in front of me with a red-haired girl I assumed was his daughter. Seeing that hair color made me think of Eve, and I ended up speeding up my steps just enough to pass them easily, I really needed some rest. I ended up turning onto a street where a single Street light seemed to be the only one working, my steps slowed as I started feeling strange, like something wasn’t right. That’s when a carelessly driven van came to a sudden stop almost in front of me, and I saw two suited men get out, walking right past me. I stood there, confused, almost ready to ignore it but hearing panicked screams put me on alert Almost instantly, I turned to see where the screams were coming from, only to end up watching the same people I had just passed now being cornered by both suited men, For a moment, just one, end up connecting looks with the girl I could see several emotions mixed in those blue eyes: fear, panic, confusion.

I need to do something, I had to, because I wasn’t going to stand there and do nothing, No matter how strong those guys might be, it was my duty to protect the weaker ones. Because I am—

── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I was bored at night so i stay up late doing this, So if you see too much lack of spelling or grammar or it is a very poor script they already have an answer Lol

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, English is not my first language

[drmellking]

hi!! idk what this is, it just came to me and i wanted to write it so... yeah.

"Buck," Eddie sighs and looks down at the blond, lying half-naked on his bed, so drunk that he has fallen asleep. At least he managed to get rid of his clothes, they’re all in a heap on Eddie's bedroom floor, and he’s only wearing his boxer briefs. In any other circumstances, Eddie would be over the moon.

Right now, though? He's just angry and sad. Angry at all the people who's made Buck feel like he's not enough and sad because – well, Buck is the sun. He's the best man Eddie knows and he deserves so much better than the shitty cards life has given him.

Eddie nudges him lightly, but Buck only snores in response.

"How is he?" Maddie asks, sticking his head through the open door. He looks like she’s about to leave.

"Out cold," Eddie mutters. "I've never seen him this drunk, to be honest."

"Yeah, he's taken the break-up pretty badly." Maddie sighs. "Do you need me to stay tonight?"

"No, it's okay. I got him."

And Eddie does. He'll notice if Buck wakes up or if he pukes in his sleep. Eddie will keep Buck safe. He has his back, he's always had.

He doesn’t sleep that night. Instead he tucks Buck in, checking that he isn’t too hot or too cold. When Buck slightly wakes up, his eyes fluttering open and squinting in the dimmed lit room, he turns to Eddie and mutters an "I'm sorry." that Eddie doesn't quite understand what is for.

Buck wakes up a little more later in the night and clings to Eddie, whispering to himself. Eddie manages to only get half of it. "I tried, I tried making it work." and "She'll wasn’t you. She never would be you."

Words that make Eddie's heart grow wings and at the same time shatter it entirely because he doesn't – he doesn't dare to hope. Buck is drunk and incoherent.

And then Eddie sits on the chair in the corner of his bedroom, making sure that Buck won’t suffocate on his own vomit, or something else. He doesn’t relax until Buck gets up around 5 AM, probably more asleep than awake, to go to the bathroom without even noticing Eddie sitting there. He pauses when he walks back in the room, though, and frowns at Eddie, like he's trying to determine if he's dreaning or if Eddie really is there.

"Eddie?" Buck whispers, his voice hoarse and cloaky.

"Yeah."

And maybe it's because the alcohol hasn't quite left Buck’s body yet, maybe it's because he's still in the drunk haze mixed in with the remainings of his sleep tired brain, but Buck reaches out for Eddie in the softest, most vulnerable way possible and asks: "Sleep with me?"

And Eddie can't seem to refuse. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to refuse Buck for anything. Not in this lifetime.

[guardian-of-fun-times]

The Daily Planet newsroom buzzed with the usual morning rush—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and reporters scrambling to meet deadlines. But today wasn’t just any ordinary day. No, today was April Fools’ Day, and you were about to make sure it would be one to remember.

You had spent the entire night plotting the perfect pranks, and while everyone in the office was fair game, your ultimate target was none other than Clark. Mr. Strait-Laced, always-so-serious Clark Kent.

You started small. Jimmy Olsen went to grab his morning coffee, only to find his mug mysteriously glued to the desk. Perry White sat down at his office chair, which you had lowered to the lowest setting, making him look like a child behind his desk. Lois Lane found her computer mouse wouldn’t budge because you’d taped the sensor underneath. Each reaction was better than the last, and you reveled in every laugh, every look of bewilderment, and every exaggerated groan of exasperation.

But Clark? Oh, Clark was your masterpiece.

You’d been patient—too patient—setting up the perfect storm. The Bluetooth speaker was carefully camouflaged behind his computer, tucked away where even his super vision might not immediately catch it. The air horn? Duct-taped to the base of his chair, just waiting for the right moment.

Now, it was just a matter of time.

You watched from your desk as Clark stood up, stretching his arms before grabbing his empty coffee mug. He made his way to the breakroom, unsuspecting, completely oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold.

The moment he returned sitting his coffee mug on his desk, still standing and sifting through a stack of files, you struck.

With a single tap on your phone, the speaker blared to life with James Brown’s “I Feel Good.”

“WHOA!”

Clark jumped so hard he sent every single file in his hands flying into the air. Papers fluttered down like confetti as he clutched his chest, wide-eyed and stunned.

The newsroom fell silent for a second, then erupted into laughter.

Clark took a deep breath, shook his head with an amused smirk, and went to sit down—exactly what I was waiting for.

HONNNNNK!

The air horn beneath his chair blasted so loudly that Clark nearly fell out of his seat. He caught himself at the last second, gripping the desk with both hands, his face frozen in pure shock.

That was it. That was your breaking point.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, but it was no use. The laughter burst out of you in waves, your face turning a bright red as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You doubled over, gasping for air between uncontrollable giggles.

Clark exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before looking directly at you. “You!” He said, pointing an accusatory yet undeniably amused finger.

You shrugged innocently, struggling to contain my laughter. “April Fools?”

He sighed, shaking his head with an exaggerated display of resignation. “I should’ve known.”

Jimmy slapped Clark on the back, laughing. “Man, I have never seen you react like that. That was gold.”

Even Perry chuckled from his office, muttering something about how at least today’s pranks weren’t as bad as the time someone swapped his sugar with salt.

Clark took it all in stride, shaking his head with a smirk. “I’ll get you back for this, you know.”

You grinned, still wiping away tears of laughter. “Oh, Clark, you can try, but you’ll never see it coming.”

And with that, April Fools’ at the Daily Planet was officially a success.

[beachy--head]

Drabble, japril, season 8, based on a silly idea that keeps popping up every time I rewatch this scene.

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Zola Shepherd is one adorable baby.

April’s living with her and her parents, so she has a front-row seat to all things Zola, but as she watches Meredith enters the room with the little girl in her arms for her first birthday party, she’s reminded of how cute the little girl can be.

“Hey, girl!”

“Look who didn’t just wake up, uh?”

Next to her, Jackson seems under the little girl’s spell too, and it’s a sweet thing to witness. It’s not a surprise, because even Alex softens when she’s around, but she still enjoys watching her best friend interact with their friend’s daughter. 

“Look at you! You look so beautiful, look at that bow!”

She would gladly spend her entire evening playing with Zola (parties, even for a child’s birthday, aren’t completely her scene). But Meredith, having spotted Dr. Webber, is quick to move, and April is left with a kind of longing she mostly gets after phone calls with her mother (Karen Kepner is, not surprisingly, a big proponent of having as many grandchildren as possible). Maybe that’s why she shakes her head and speaks before she can think.

“Uuugh, I want one.”

“Not tonight, honey, I’m tired.”

Jackson looks way too proud of his stupid joke, so she swats him.

“Hey!”

“You’re watching too many Friends re-runs.”

“It’s because Zola kept everyone up all night last week when she was teething. We don’t all sleep with earplugs, like someone.”

“You would, if your room was next to Alex’s, which is another reason I need to move. And I wouldn’t wear them if I was taking care of a child.”

“I would. I need my beauty sleep.”

She resists the urge to swat him again, because he’s being impossible today, but opts to pick up on what he just said, because they’ve never really discussed this topic before.

“Hey, you want children in the future?” 

“One day, maybe. Though I don’t know how I’d fare as a dad.”

Jackson complains all the time about his mother (April doesn’t know why, because she still mourns the day she had to unfriend her on Facebook, per her best friend’s forceful request), but he never talks about his father. Up until a drunken night a few months ago, where he mentioned briefly that his father left them and the Avery legacy, April was not even sure if the man was still alive, and there never seemed to be a good moment to ask. She doesn’t need to know his whole family history to give her opinion on that subject, though.

“What? You’d be brilliant. Zola adores you, and all the kids you treat in peds love you. Well, their moms do, too. But mostly the kids. You know how to talk to them without patronizing them.”

Jackson shrugs, a shrug that frustrates her, because God forbid Jackson Avery should accept a genuine compliment about himself. He acts like she’s just said these things to flatter him and not because she genuinely meant what she said.  

“You want kids too, right?”

Redirecting the conversation is another classic Avery move, but she lets it slide for now, because she doesn’t want to argue with him, not when they’re at a party and he seems so relaxed.

“Absolutely. Though, for that, you kind of need to find a partner first, and it’s not like I have a vast array of choice here.”

He opens his mouth to answer, but she cuts him off.

“Please tell me you’re not about to say something cliché like any guy would be lucky to have me. Or suggest that we should do one of these pacts when if we’re both single by the time we’re 33, we have a baby together.”

He chuckles.

“I wasn’t, but hey, it worked for Sloan and Torres. Also, not to brag, but with our genes combined? That kid would be so good-looking. And hella smart.”

April smiles at his assessment, and adds her own input. 

“And… So incredibly stubborn.”

She can’t help but chuckle, trying to imagine a baby Jackson refusing to do what is asked, and a weird, warm feeling spreads through her body.

“And bossy.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s a good quality. When not aimed at me. Helped you become Chief resident.”

“Yeah, because Averys aren’t bossy at all. Have you met your mother?”

He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, an acknowledgment that the Kepner genes wouldn’t be entirely to blame for this, and it makes her think of something else.

“Your mom would so buy them their first doctor coat on their first birthday.”

“First birthday? Try at birth. Their spot at Mass Gen would be reserved from the first sonogram. Surgery specialty chosen at 2. Also, you’re one to talk. Your parents would buy them a pony.”

“No they wouldn't! Well, first a cat. Then a dog.”

“And then…?”

“Okay, probably a pony.”

They both stay silent, contemplating a life with tiny tornadoes running everywhere, bolstered by extravagant gifts given by two very different, but equally frightening, sets of grandparents, and she can actually fell herself shudder.  

“... Yeah, we can never have kids together.”

“Right? I’m going to make an appointment for a vasectomy right away.”

He laughs when she rolls her eyes, and goes to refill his drink, still chuckling. 

She’s always thought of children as an abstract matter, something she definitely wants (two boys, one girl, with a boy first, then the girl, and a little brother to round them up), but has never actually truly pictured, because it felt so far away in her future, a “someday” thing she has never been close to reaching. But for a few seconds, she lets herself smile at the idea of a mischievous, curious toddler with curly hair and green eyes, full of life and quick-witted, a sight so real she could almost see it. A few more seconds, and she shakes her head, chasing the vision away, and follows Jackson on a quest to find something to drink. 

[sp-by-april]

main 4 favorite place(s) to dance the Devil Tàgo? 👁️👁️

Oooh, I like this question! Let's dive in!

💙 Stan Marsh Bed. He's basic, but like, not in a bad way. His favorite thing is waking up next to you, already hard and ready to go. You'll wake up and he'll be rocking his hips against you, peppering your neck with kisses and needy little whines.

🧡 Kenny McCormick Anywhere. Literally. He thrives in the danger zone: Abandoned stairwells, rooftop ladders, the backseat of someone else's car. There’s a mattress behind SoDaSoPa with questionable stains and a view of the stars, and Kenny considers it romantic.

💚 Kyle Broflovski Anywhere... within reason. But usually? The library. When he's stressed out over exams and has way too much to study, he likes to take it out on you. "Not here. Okay. Fuck. Bend over the desk. If someone walks in, I'm blaming you,"

💔 Eric Cartman Bathroom, bedroom, or anywhere else with a mirror. Cartman loves to watch himself fuck you. His bedroom has two mirrors, one on the ceiling and one that swings out from his closet.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

do u really wanna know where i was april 29th

(obsessing over drew)

[jacky-rubou]

There is blood when he's freed from his latest possession. Ford has to reckon with that.

Day 1 prompt: Blood on Hands for @aprilisthecruelestmonth

Enjoy!

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Febuwhump Day 27: Post-Victory Collapse

We got it. It’s safe. It’s done.

Don hadn’t registered his vice grip on the precious external hard drive until April reached for it and his hands trembled with the effort of prying them loose. As soon as that burden was lifted, all adrenaline plummeted from his head to his toes, staggering him against the nearest wall.

“Whoa, Donnie! You okay?”

Every trace of their personal data was finally extracted from Stockman’s systems; all it took was a near-sleepless week, a heist and half a dozen razor-sharp Mouser bites. Better than okay, Donnie decided even as his bloodied legs buckled.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Gyutaro had finished his work for the day and was trudging back to where he supposed Ume would be, his sickle in one hand, the other gripping the one coin he had so generously been given as payment. Snow crunched under his bare feet but he barely felt the sting of the cold, more focused on the stabbing hunger. He would use this coin and whatever Ume had acquired to buy a bit of food and feed her so she could grow up healthy and strong. She had always been strong, of course. Strong-willed especially. He loved her with his whole being—which wasn’t actually quite much, so perhaps it was a bad comparison. Simply put, he would burn the world down to get her a diamond for her hair.

As he walked, he heard some sort of commotion somewhere. The acrid smell of burnt flesh stung his nose and he winced. Who had been the victim now? Instantly, his thoughts darted to Ume. Where was she? Hopefully it wasn’t her…

Deciding to be more safe than sorry, he backtracked and found the alley behind the houses. There were two men there. One of which he recognized as the one Ume had stabbed in the eye some days back. He remembered the livid expression, angry voice.

“You’ll pay for this, filthy brats!”

A spike of dread urged Gyutaro forward.

The men were standing in front of some snow that had been melted down in one particular spot, a hole in the frozen white slush. In it sat a body, tied and burnt practically to the bone. It was a small body, unrecognizable from first glance. But Gyutaro knew, with a sudden certainty, that he knew this body. This person, burned through all flesh.

One of the men—the one Gyutaro had recognized, with cloth covering his injured eye—had stepped forward. Neither men had noticed Gyutaro yet.

The man bent down, picked something up. In the light, the glint of a metal flower pin flickered. The original blue had worn off—perhaps melted from the fire. But Gyutaro didn’t need the color to know whose it was. He had bought it with his own money. Worked himself to practical death to pay for it. He had given it to Ume on her birthday. She had been so happy, had hugged him and promised she would work super hard to pay it back. He declined. It was a gift. She should treasure it properly, not do the dirty work for him.

Gyutaro stumbled forward. At first, with shock, then with a sudden burst of fury that tore through is body. He raised his sickle, dropping his coin and rushing forward. He threw with all his might. It spun through the air, sliced through the back of the man he did not know, and flew right back at him. Gyutaro raised a hand, catching it without a second glance. He was rushing towards Ume, dropping to his knees in the melted snow.

“You…” The other man had finally comprehended what had happened, a trace of irritation in his voice. He wasn’t horribly upset by the death of his companion, however. Why would he be? He had killed a beautiful, little girl mercilessly. Without a second thought. “Filthy maggot! You just don’t know when to stop!”

He rushed forward. He was a samurai, it seemed. A katana raised over his head. But Gyutaro was quicker. He had been doing this since a child. His wrist flicked up, the sickle stabbing up into the man’s throat and jaw, blood spilling down his front as his skin split open. However, he managed to slice down on Gyutaro, cutting his back. It wasn’t a deep cut. It didn’t matter.

The samurai fell to the ground on a bloody heap. He appeared to be swearing with his last breaths, cursing Gyutaro’s name. It didn’t matter to him, however. How could it?

Gyutaro cradled Ume’s burned body in his arms, a silent apology forming on his lips.

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ume. I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh, I’m so sorry…

She was still alive. Just barely. Her pulse was faint, a light fading out.

Please, please, please don’t die. Ume, I beg of you, don’t die. Don’t die, I’ll make it up. I’ll make up for everything. Please, please. Please.

Ume had never been the type of girl who would sit somewhere calmly. Quietly. She was energetic and outgoing, a sunshine in Gyutaro’s life. She was wonderful and beautiful and everything anyone would want. Her voice was clear and she was honest. She wasn’t calm, nor quiet.

But now, in Gyutaro’s arms, her flesh burnt to crisp. Now? She was dead calm. More silent than a sea on a day without movement. No birds, no breeze, no nothing. She was gone. She was… gone.

The cut on Gyutaro’s back, it seemed, had not been as light as he had first thought. He had bled out, unaware of it. He slumped over Ume’s body, his own life barely flickering. And then he was gone, too.

Their bodies would be disposed of later, when they were found. Forgotten, of course. Not buried. Just thrown into the trash, let them rot there. No one would care. No one would remember. They would be nothing but a pile of rotting flesh in the world. Nothing.