#''Hey Rain why is Curse your favorite''

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Jfkdhs I rlly wanna watch Curse of Chu.cky again bc it's my favorite and he's been on my mind all day but I can't find it streaming anywhere aside from Amazon ://

[lnfours]

everything | l.n

summary: he’s your best friend and you’re in love with him, but he’s not in love with you. or so you think, anyway.

warnings: fluff, a hint of angst, reader not knowing how love feels, kinda a situationship scenario but idk, also kind of hot trash?? - inspired by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

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he was finally home. after months of busy schedules and being away from home, he was back. and the first thing he did? he texted you. he texted you and asked if you were busy, like he always did every time he was back in london.

you had told him no, your plans had fallen through last minute and to be honest, you missed him. you missed his laugh, the way he hugged you, the jokes the two of you shared. he was your person and you were his, it was as simple as that.

and sure, maybe he was your person for another, completely different reason. but at the end of the day, to you, he was just lando. he wasn’t ‘lando norris, formula one driver for mclaren’. he was the boy you had known since you were a teenager, the boy you cheered for on the sidelines ever since he decided he wanted to work towards his dreams.

so the two of you had made plans to go out for a drive and catch up, the tradition you held every time he came back. you’d drive around, get some take out, and head back to your apartment for a few episodes of your favorite shows or a movie he’d seen and thought you would like. he had picked you up, the mclaren running on the side of the street as you climbed in, closing the door behind you.

you smiled, leaning into his touch when he leaned over and wrapped you into a side hug from the drivers side, “hey! missed you,”

you smiled back at the brunette, his green eyes meeting yours, “missed you, too, lan.”

his eyes scanned yours before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. a new tradition you two had picked up ever since that drunken night in singapore. you had went to the grand prix with max, showing support for your best friend, just like you always did. somehow, someway, the two of you had found yourselves stripping each other’s clothes off in his hotel room. nothing but the sounds of your quiet moans and his mumbled curses filling the room as you learned each other’s bodies.

and it had become a thing, every time he’d come home you’d both find yourselves in the same predicament: tangled in the sheets within the hour.

the whole ordeal was like a dream come true in the beginning, something you had been wishing for since the moment you realized that maybe you loved him more than in a platonical way. now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car, legs tucked underneath you as the rain pattered against the roof, your food in your lap as you stared out to the city lights below you, you weren’t sure it was a good idea. you had seen the girls that practically throw himself at you, why would he choose you over them?

he noticed your silence, tilting his head towards you and placing a hand on your thigh, “you okay?”

you swallowed thickly, “mhm,”

he knew you better than that, though, “no you’re not.”

you sighed, how do you tell someone who’s not in love with you that you want something more, “‘m fine, really.”

you picked at your nails, ignoring the way your phone was buzzing against your leg. you had assumed it was your friend texting you, begging for updates between you and the boy you were sitting next to.

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

not this. not now.

you nodded, “i know.”

he nodded back at you, “okay,”

you looked back out to the window next to you, watching the rain drip down the glass. you swallowed the lump in your throat, biting down on your lip as you felt the tears prick your eyes. you felt stupid, stupid to feel like there was ever a real chance. a real chance that he could ever love you the way you loved him.

you felt his eyes on you again, “y/n?”

you hummed, turning back to face him, which was a mistake. you felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“what’s wrong? seriously, i don’t know if i can handle the silence for much longer.”

you chuckled softly, shaking your head, “it’s nothing, really. promise,”

“stop lying to me,” he sighed, “c’mon, i’m your best friend. you can tell me anything.”

best friend.

you sniffled softly, which made his attention shift from your eyes to the small tear falling down your cheek in the dim lighting of the street light, “i just feel so… dumb.”

he raised an eyebrow, “why do you feel, dumb?”

he absentmindedly reached out and wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb. you let out a shaky breath, shaking your head and backing away from his touch.

he looked at you confused, a hint of hurt in his eyes as he watched you cry in front of him. he was wracking his brain, trying to figure out where he went wrong. trying to understand what you meant with your words, all while trying not to make himself feel like he was the reason for your tears.

you opened the car door, the rain smacking the pavement as you stepped out, “i can’t,”

he watched as you closed the car door, stepping out into the night sky and cold rain. he sat there for a second, his brain unable to catch up to what had just happened. his brain caught up, opening his own door as he chased after you into the freezing cold rain.

“y/n!”

you didn’t want to turn around, your tears mixing with the rain on your face. he was faster than you, though, grabbing your hand and holding you back from walking away from him. he spun you back to face him, your face glowing under the street light as he noticed how broken you look.

“what’s wrong!” he yelled over the pouring rain, “please, don’t shut me out!”

you let out a quiet sob, “i can’t do this right now, lando!”

he stood in front of you, frozen, as you repeated yourself, softer now, “i can’t keep doing this to myself.”

he shook his head, “what’re you talking about?!”

“just say it!” you shouted back, “just say you don’t really want me so i can move on and forget about it and we can go back like nothing ever happened!”

“what makes you think i want that?” he asked, “y/n, why do you think i come back to london instead of monaco whenever i have a break? because i want to see you!”

“not for the same reason i want to see you!”

“you don’t know that!”

you cried softly, turning away from him as he approached you again, taking your face into his hands. your eyes met yours as he spoke again, “y/n, i come back home to you because you’re all i think about when im not with you. every little thing i do, i think about you.”

you watched as his eyes scanned yours, begging for you to speak. he spoke first, though, “you’re all i think about, every night, every day. i should’ve told you how i felt sooner instead of dragging you on, but i’m falling in love with you.”

you shook your head, backing away from his touch again, “don’t,”

“don’t what?” he asked, “tell you i’m in love with you?”

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it. please, don’t say it just to make me feel better.”

“for one second can you just stand here and actually listen to me?” he sighed, “can you let yourself understand that there’s someone who actually loves you, standing right in front of you telling you. someone who’s ready to drop everything and show you.”

he reached for your hand and pulled you closer to him again, but this time you didn’t back away. he was so close to knocking down the final wall you had put up, so close to knocking down the walls you had put up as a sense of security. to keep yourself guarded, too scared to wear your heart on your sleeve once again.

but here he was, your best friend of all people, standing here in the pouring rain and giving you the fairytale moment you had always hoped for. the boy with curly brown hair and gorgeous green eyes was everything you could’ve ever wanted. everything you dreamed about, every future map you’d come up with in your journal, it always had him in it. one way or another, the two of you were meant to be.

two souls intertwined. that was you and him.

“lando-“

“i fucking love you,” he said, “so much that it physically hurts. like my chest gets all tight, and it feels like i can’t breathe-“

“lan-“

“and that night in singapore was when i realized you were the person i wanted to be with. not the models or the girls who throw themselves at me, i want to be with you. the one who knows my favorite flavor of ice cream, the one who knows all my greatest fears and all my secrets. the one who doesn’t judge me and i can talk to about anything. it’s you. it always has been, i’ve just been to blind to see it.”

the final wall came crashing down as you said his name, “lando,”

he hummed, his heart damn near flying out of his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your face so close to his as you mumbled a soft, “kiss me.”

he didn’t give it a second thought, immediately pressing his lips to yours. you kissed him back, the rain long forgotten about as the water from his hair dripped onto your forehead. he put every ounce of longing, passion and love into the kiss, a kiss nothing like the ones you had both shared before.

he pulled away, his forehead against yours, “you don’t have to say it back, but now you know that i love you.”

you pulled him back to you by his jacket, “i love you.”

he smiled before his lips were pressed back against yours. and you stood there, kissing in the rain, and everything felt like a scene straight out of a movie. the feeling something new to you no longer felt scary, or intimidating. it felt safe and warm.

and it was all because of him.

[t1red-twilight]

knight in shining denim

content/warnings: gn!reader, protective!dean, gender neutral pet names are so hard, sexual harassment (brief), cursing

notes: you probably saw this coming

word count: 1.1k

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you, dean, and sam had stopped for the night. there was a case a couple states over, and driving through the night would only resort in drowsiness.

luckily for dean, there was a bar a couple of buildings down from the motel. sam had decided to stay and research, and dean had decided to drag you along with him.

you weren’t much of a drinker and you definitely weren’t in the mood tonight; you all had to get up early tomorrow to continue the drive. and having any sort of hangover (however light it might be) would not be optimal for a long day of driving and loud rock music.

but for the time being, dean wanted a drink and he wanted his best doll to come with him.

the walk to the bar was short, and dean held your hand the whole way. (dean usually felt more comfortable when you were within arm’s reach, even more so when he was actually touching you.)

it had rained earlier, and the petrichor and earthy smells filled your nose. you could smell the musk of dean’s aftershave as well, the pine aroma had become one of your favorites the longer you knew him.

dean let go of your hand and held the door open for you when you arrived. vague country music filled the bar, and a few drunk bar attendees talked loudly.

your shoes stuck to the floor as you walked.

dean hovered closely behind you; his hand reached forward and lightly tugged on your fingers. you laced your fingers with his again. you both walked forward toward the bar.

the bartender didn’t immediately approach you when you sat. when dean scooted his stool closer to yours, the bartender finally approached. “what can i get for you today?”

you turned from dean and spoke to the bartender. “oh, i’ll just have a water.” dean gave his order after you.

the bartend quickly got you both your drinks, and you fell into an unimportant conversation. dean talked about some thoughts he had had about the case while he sipped his beer. his hand settled on your thigh and he stoked his thumb across your jeans.

before long, he had finished it and ordered a new one. “i’m gonna go take a piss.” he patted your thigh twice before waltzing over to the unisex bathroom in the corner of the bar.

you looked down into your glass of water. the rowdy country songs had been changed to something more mellow, likely because the bar would be closing soon. you’d have to tell dean that you should start leaving before the bar started to close. you heard someone sit next to you, and you turned thinking that it would be dean.

it was not, in fact, dean. some man with greasy hair and an uneven, unkempt beard had sat in dean’s seat. slightly taken aback, you almost had to double take. you opened your mouth to ask why he had sat next to you, but interrupted you before you could.

“hey there, pretty little thing.” he pushed up his glasses and continued. “what’s something as good looking as you doing all alone?”

you turned away from him and looked back down at your water. “i-um, i’m waiting for my boyfriend.” you pulled a tight-lipped smile.

“oh, don’t be like that,” he leaned in closer to you. boy did he smell like shit. “you’d be so fun, if you just let me try to-“ he grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you taut to him. you yanked your arm as far away from him as you could. desperately trying not to make a scene, you stood up and struggled to walk away from him.

you pulled another close-lipped smile, but he continued to pull you closer towards him. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he licked his lower lip, “i just need to fuck the bitch out of you, and i promise-“

“can you please let go of me?” you asked as quietly as you could.

you heard dean shout from across the bar. “hey!” his footsteps were more like stomps as his boots thunked towards you. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” his voice bellowed and could be heard over the low hum of the music and distant chatter. he quickly put himself in front of you, and pushed the greasy man off of you. at dean’s appearance he had already let go of your forearm and put his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“woah, man. chill out. i was just trying to-“

dean cut him off. “to what? i don’t want to fucking hear it, you asshole. get the fuck away from them before i beat the living-“ he stopped mid-sentence when you grabbed his hand. he turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, and when he saw the look on your face he decided it would be best to just leave.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty for his beers. once he slammed it on the bar, he gently tugged you towards the exit and ushered you out before him. the cold breeze brought you a sense of relief and cooled you down. you let out a breath you were unaware you were holding.

once you were a reasonable distance away from the bar you pulled dean to a stop. his eyebrows furrowed and his green eyes swirled with worry. “you know i’m okay, right, dean?” you reached out and held his other hand.

he looked away for a moment, and when you squeezed his hand he looked back at you. “yeah. i’m sorry i wasn’t there earlier.”

“that’s dumb. you were there just in time.” you drew circles on the back of his hands with your thumbs.

you lifted one of your hands to hold dean’s jawline as he responded. “i just- i’m sorry.”

you guided his face to be near yours.

“hey, it’s alright.” your thumb stroked his cheekbone. dean’s aftershave wafted through your senses.

dean inhaled deeply before responding to you. “no, it’s not. you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that, and i’m sorry.” he paused. “the least i can do is be there for you when you need me, if you’ll have me.”

you pulled him the final few inches toward you and kissed him. his chapped lips cradled your soft ones, and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. you pulled away from him, and he kissed the corner of your mouth very briefly. you slipped your hand under his shirt and scratched his back. “i know, dean. let’s go sleep. we have an early morning tomorrow.”

[adorenaisha]

angst, g. satoru

you stood there looking through the telescope of the now destroyed astronomy tower filled with dead bodies, ignoring the awful smell of blood while observing the bright stars in the sky. it would be such a lie if you were to say that the stars weren't beautiful. but there was always one star that stood out the most.

he stood still behind you, breathing heavily. his white hair now had splatters of blood over it, so does his outfit, blood of the innocent people that you killed.

he should kill you. he needs to kill you. but why hasn't he? was it perhaps that he cannot bear the loss of another loved one in his life? he has lost suguru after all, and now he has to loose you.

"hey y/n, what's the answer to number 4?" gojo whispers not very quietly, seeking to find the answer from you. "gojo didn't i tell you to study?" you sigh out.

he lets out an awkward smile, you knew that face. "i was busy!" he responded back to you while you just roll your eyes at him. "you know, the results of these astrology quizzes are gonna be like..50% of our grade?"

his eyes suddenly widen a little. "oh fuck. are you serious?–"

"do i look like i'm joking right now?" you deadpan.

"are there going to be remedials? oh gosh." he asks you in a hurry. "i don't know." you said blankly, focusing back on your paper. "y/n, help a friend out maybe??"

you groan quietly. "okay, look. i can help you study later at the library for the next upcoming quizzes?" his lips curl up in his signature smile as he thanks you.

is it a coincidence how you both got so close because of you offering to tutor him about astrology? he isn't sure. but when he blinks out of his thought you were still searching for the one star.

why were you taking so long? he asked himself. although, you have never told him what your favorite star was. ever.

suddenly when he was spacing out again he saw you turn around, your figure now facing his. "how long are you gonna wait?" you ask him, your voice echoing through the tower. "as long as you want me to."

his voice sounded tired while his face was covered up in bruises, from your doings. "did you find your favorite star?" he says softly while his gaze was focused at you, admiring you for the last time. a small smile slowly lifting from your lips as he got his cursed technique ready.

"i did."

a single tear ran down through your cheeks before you got obliterated, your blood raining down everywhere.

gojo stood there with a blank expression as he got drenched in more blood, your blood. the blood of someone whom he loved so dearly, who he cherished, who he never got to say goodbye to.

if only he knew that it was him.

he's the one who shines the most amongst other stars. the one who shined the light into your life.

gojo satoru was truly your favorite star.

[blackbat05]

Thief

Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: The weather hasn’t done any favors, leaving you out of clothes. Thankfully, you know where you could grab some in case of an emergency.

Genre: PG-13 (Shared clothes trope)

A/N: I’m sorry if this was so brief and not as well written🥲 I realized I haven’t wrote Rick in a while and it proves because this was sitting in my draft for a good 3 weeks? Final semester so many things were going on. Still hope you enjoy it!

Yes, the yellow shirt makes an appearance😩

Sweating buckets, you stumbled into the shared apartment. Making a beeline for the fridge, you grab a bottle of water, gulping down the liquid like it’s your lifeline.

Curse the fickle minded weather. You swore the weather forecast saying something about breezy winds. It didn’t say anything about a blistering hot morning.

You immediately made your way to the showers once you were sure you could properly stand and not collapse midway.

Shortly after, you stepped out of the shower, satisfied with the cooling sensation lingering on your skin. Opening your closet to retrieve fresh clothes, you realize one problem…

You were out of tops.

Of course. With the unpredictable weather, you finally managed to get your clothes out to dry without having to worry about the torrential rain. Your friends around you convinced you to just get a dryer or head to the laundromat but you were dead set on not having to spend more money than you already were. So natural drying it was.

You racked your head for a solution. Sure, you would have been contended lounging around naked but the windows were too close to the building opposite your apartment and you had intention of jeopardizing you modesty with creeps these days.

An idea lights in your head. Of course! Why didn’t you think of that. You opened Rick’s part of the cabinet, pulling out a yellow shirt. Slipping it through your head, you were glad for the new soap powder you had bought just last week for the smell had mixed nicely with Rick’s scent. As his shirt had covered you nicely, you decided to opt for no shorts enjoying the cool air on your legs.

It felt as if like he was hugging you from behind while you went around your daily tasks. Heat long forgotten, you started to hum your favorite tunes, time ticking away.

The door rattles slightly before revealing Rick with a couple of brown bags in each hand. You don’t seem to notice him as you focused on making breakfast for the two of you.

His eyes can’t help but to roam your figure, specifically what you were wearing. Rick recognized that blindingly bright yellow shirt from anywhere. Honestly, it only reminded him of unsavory memories but when you wore it, the distaste for it somehow disappeared.

“Hey baby.” Rick gently calls out so as to not alarm you. You turn around, spatula in one hand and an infectious smile on your face. Now that you were facing him, Rick feels a flutter in his chest seeing how effortlessly elegant you looked despite the casual home wear.

“You’re back!” You made sure the stove was switched off before making a beeline to the counter where Rick was sitting. “Did you get everything on the list?”

Rick nods proudly. “And I figured you could do with some ice cream especially after that run.”

His brain momentarily short circuits as you give a bone crushing hug, feeling your skin exposed by the lack of shorts press against his own.

“You’re the best! What would I do without you.” An arm around Rick’s neck, you rummage the shopping bags with your free hand only to be stopped abruptly by him. You give him a puzzled look. Rick takes a few steady breaths.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

You glanced down, holding the piece of fabric between your two fingers. “Oh… this?” You carefully scanned his unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I didn’t have any fresh clothes so I kinda grabbed one from you… if you don’t like it I can change! I’m sure one of mine would have dried in this heat by now.”

Before you could ramble any further, Rick nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t, I love it.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “In fact, take this shirt. I want to see you wear it more often.”

Rick’s sudden straightforwardness leaves you blushing. Despite how long you had been together, Rick always made you feel like you were the prettiest woman in the world.

You gently pry yourself away from him, looking at his gaze that was dripping with honey. “Alright then,” you decided to feel a little cheeky today, “I’ll keep it! Don’t say that I’m a thief or something!”

He laughs. “Darlin? That’s exactly what you are. A thief to my clothes and my heart.”

Rick turns away from you, preparing to help you with breakfast. He can’t help but to grin, knowing very well that you were left agape at his smooth delivery.

You barely managed to pull yourself together, mumbling how you were going to fold the clean laundry since he was at the stove. As you leave the kitchen, Rick can’t help but to stare at your thin underwear that was covered by his large shirt.

Yeah, he’ll get more of those darned shirts if he had to.

[marcus--666]

Mohg, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We’re going on a trip-

Varre: In our favorite piece of shit!

Baku: Doing 95!

Morgott: We’re gonna fucking die!

Morgott: Where art thou going? Mohg: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Morgott: Whom wouldst thou kill out of the four of us, Raine?

Raine: Varre, easily.

Varre, incredulous: What the fuck, man.

Raine: Well, Baku would be too easy. He’d probably be into it.

Baku, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Baku: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Raine made me get tested.

Morgott: H-how doth thee asketh someone out?

Baku: Well, first-

Varre: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Morgott: …And thou accepted?

Varre: Hey, can we stay in your palace tonight?

Raine: Why?

Varre: Baku fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Varre: Lord Mohg doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Raine: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Morgott: Twas I…

Raine: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Raine, walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone :

Baku: Hey, Raine, how was your day?

Raine picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Baku: Hell.

Morgott, watching this unfold, whispers: Who hurt thee?

Baku, Raine & Mohg: *screaming*

Varre, runs into the room: What's wrong, my Lord Mohg?!

Baku: Wait, why are you asking Mohg that when Raine and I are also here?

Varre: Because Lord Mohg wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Mohg: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.

Mohg: I will not yield.

Varre: I'm not that stupid! Baku: Varre, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Varre: LORD MOHG TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Baku, looks at Raine: Baby boy. Baby. Baku, looks at Varre: Evil.

Morgott, holding a rock: Raine gaveth this to me and hath said "I feeleth like thee des'rve the moon but all I can giveth thee is a rock"

Mohg: If you don't marry him, I will.

Raine: Why is Varre crying on the floor?

Mohg: He's drunk.

Raine: And?

Mohg: He saw a picture of Baku's husband.

Raine: But he's Baku's husband.

Mohg: I know.

[arctickat2400]

I Trust You ~ Eddie Munson

Waking to the sound of the rain pouring down on the gravel outside the trailer, you smile as you turn towards Eddie. You admire his features, his messy morning hair that you love all the same. He begins to stir and you hope for rainy morning cuddles.

“Morning, baby,” You smile as his eyes flicker open. Eddie meets your beautiful (e/c) eyes, and can’t help but smile, turning his head to hide his cheeky smirk in his pillow. You can’t help but giggle.

Eddie finally looks back at you, your favorite lips smiling up at you. You find his eyes traveling down your body, but just as he takes in the sight of your belly, his smile fades, yours doing the same shortly after. Eddie turns around and lifts himself off the bed, disappearing out of the room.

You huff in annoyance. This has been happening way too much lately, and you have no idea why. You have your suspicions, which just makes you more depressed than you already are. You are five months pregnant, and you swear the bigger you get, the more unattractive you are to him. You’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he always just brushes off the subject, and you can hardly get a word in.

You stand from the bed, with a bit of difficulty. It’s been getting harder to do certain things lately, and it doesn’t help that Eddie’s not around to help. Walking into the bathroom, you take a short shower and get ready for the day. You’ve decided that you’d go to Family Video to grab a movie. Rainy days and movies are the best, well besides rainy days and reading, but when you have hardly any energy or motivation, it’s hard to do things like that. So, you opt for the next best thing.

You walk past Eddie in the kitchen making some coffee and grabbing a little something for breakfast. You tell him that you’re going out and he hums softly in acknowledgement. Rolling your eyes, you walk outside and to your car, making your way to Family Video.

“Hey, Steve,” You greet your friend at the front desk as you make your way to the romance section.

“Hey, Y/N/N, how’s it going?” Steve responds with a sweet smile. Steve’s like a brother to you, always been there for you.

“Eh, it’s going. Just trying to relax for the day. Any suggestions?” You question, gesturing to the selection of movies in front of you.

“Well, knowing you, you probably wouldn’t like my preferences. Ya know, action, sex, etc. Not you,” Steve laughs, pulling one from you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” You say, looking back down at the movies, shuffling through the options. Steve could tell something was going on with you. He has his theories also, but decides not to ask. He knew you would come to him if need be.

Just then, Robin comes tripping out of the back with a big box of movies and snacks.

“Thanks for the help, dingus. We had a whole shipment come in. Just lazing around up here.” Robin complains. Steve curses under his breath as he runs towards the back. That’s when Robin notices you, smiling and making her way to you.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Robin hugs you from the side.

“Not feeling very gorgeous lately.” You mutter under your breath, still grazing through the DVDs.

“What’re you talking about? You okay? What’s going on?” Robin piles on the questions.

“I don’t know. It’s just, Eddie hasn’t been paying me much attention. He can hardly even look at me, let alone be around me. I feel like ever since I became pregnant, he’s finding me less and less attractive. I feel like he’s losing interest and he’s gonna leave me and I don’t know what to do,” You start to panic.

“Hey, now you know that’s not true. There has to be a reasonable explanation. He’ll come around.” Robin assures you.

“Yeah, I hope so.” You say as you pick out a movie. Robin brings you to the counter and rings you up. You say goodbye, yelling goodbye to Steve in the back just as he stumbles through the door.

“See ya, Y/N,” He shouts as you make your way out the door and to your car.

Shortly, you get back to the trailer to see Eddie and the band congregating in the living room, discussing their next locations and sets. Everyone turns around when they hear the door close behind them, greeting you with hi’s and hello’s. You smile and greet them yourself, but the only one who doesn’t greet you is your own boyfriend. Usually when Eddie had company over, he would keep talking about whatever he was telling everyone, but he would smile at you with open arms, inviting you to sit on his lap, kissing your cheek before continuing his discussion.

But not today, and not for the past few months either. Now, he won’t even mumble a hello, let alone flash a smile your way, just continue talking. And you’ve had enough. You can’t take it anymore. You rush to the bedroom and slam the door shut.

Little do you know that Eddie had been staring after you, watching you walk away with a longing expression on his face. And his heart breaks when he hears the door slam and everyone turns toward the door.

“I think this meeting can wait til later…” Gareth states uncomfortably as he and his other bandmates begin packing up their stuff.

Just as everyone leaves, Eddie strolls towards the bedroom door, and just before he is about to knock, the phone rings. Bunching his hand into a fist, he stalks over to the phone and picks it up.

“Hel…” He can’t even finish his greeting before the person on the other line shouts in his ear.

“Edward Munson, what is wrong with you?!” This confuses Eddie more than Y/N’s random mood swings. “How could you treat Y/N this way? She’s going through a lot right now and you can’t have the decency to comfort your own girlfriend? Just ignoring her? What the hell is wrong with you?” It takes him a second, but he realizes it’s Robin on the other line as soon as her voice lowers just the slightest bit.

“Robin, I…” He was once again interrupted.

“She thinks you don’t love her anymore. She thinks you’re gonna leave her. She’s tried talking to you so many times but you don’t give her the time of day.” Robin continues. Eddie’s eyes widened. You think he doesn’t love you anymore? That can’t be further from the truth.

“Oh gosh, Robin. I messed up. I’m gonna go talk to her.” Before she could even answer, Eddie hangs up the phone and rushes to the bedroom.

“Y/N, my love,” Eddie calls to you softly, opening the door to see you curled up in bed. You quickly close your eyes, but know it’s too late; he’s already seen you. “Baby, I know you’re awake. I need to talk to you.” Eddie admits, walking to the bed and kneeling down in front of you. But just like he would give you the silent treatment, you would do the same. You turn around as swiftly as you can, which isn’t very fast, facing away from him.

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I hate that I did. I didn’t mean to. Just, please, let me explain…” He’s interrupted once again as you whip around towards him. And it’s at that moment that he realizes that you’re wearing his Hellfire shirt. His eyes go wide once again and his brain is on fire. He wants so much to just take you right here, right now after seeing your belly in his shirt, but he knows he can’t. He tries to control his eager tendencies the best he can.

“Explain? Explain what, Eddie? That you can’t take one look at me without wincing and pulling away? That you can hardly speak to me, let alone touch me? Is this really so bad?” You gesture to yourself, to your protruding belly, tears spilling down your face. .

“No, baby, no. You’ve got it all wrong,” Eddie starts, standing before sitting beside you, taking your hand in his. You want so much to pull away in anger, but you feel like you haven’t felt his hand, his touch, in forever, and you miss it. So, you don’t pull away.

“Kitten, you are so beautiful. Just by looking at you drives me wild. I’m just scared to hurt you,” Eddie turns his face down towards his lap, fiddling his thumbs.

“What?” Your eyes soften as his confession, confused and worried at the same time.

“Ever since you told me you’re pregnant, I’ve been so scared that I won’t be a good father because I never had one of my own. Even more so, I’ve been scared that I’d hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you or the baby, and just by looking at you makes me want to…” But, he can’t finish his explanation when your lips land on his.

“My love, you have nothing to worry about.” You begin, your hands placed on either side of his face as you look him in the eye. “I know you’d never hurt me. You told me that from the start and I trust you more than anyone in the whole world. And I know you’ll be the best father you can be. This child will be so spoiled and loved by you, he’s not gonna know what’s coming. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Just know that whatever happens, I will always love you and nothing’s going to change that.” You finish and Eddie nods in your hands.

“I love you, too, princess, so much.” At his confession, you bring his lips back to yours, his hands coming up to your sides as he brushes his thumbs over your bump. You’ve missed him so much, just being around him, his touch, the feeling of his hands on you, just everything about him.

You lift onto your knees to get a better angle, deepening the kiss. But once Eddie figures out what you’re trying to do, he pulls away slightly, placing his forehead against yours.

“It’s okay, baby. You won’t hurt me. I trust you.” You reassure him. Eddie’s still unsure, but the minute his eyes open and he sees your eyes looking into his and his eyes travel down your body and lock in on your belly, all worry goes out the window. He connects his lips with yours again, and with his hands on your back, he lays you down on the bed gently, hovering over you, removing his shirt.

Eddie holds himself above you while placing his hand on your belly. Looking down with a smile of adoration at the most beautiful woman in his arms, he begins to place kisses on your body. He starts on your neck and continues down. He lifts his shirt from over your belly, and once seeing your bare bump, his mind goes crazy. He lifts his shirt the rest of the way, revealing your growing breasts. Placing his lips in the valley, Eddie switches between each breast, drawing a moan from you each time he sucks on one of your nipples. He gently squeezes the other in his hand as you push your chest up towards him, begging for more. He moves to the other, observing the way you squirm under his touch.

Finally, Eddie moves lower, attaching his lips to the top of your belly, placing his hands on either side. You crane your neck to look down at him, only for him to already be staring at you adoringly, astounded at how such a gorgeous woman could be laying here half naked in his arms and find herself lucky when he’s the luckiest guy in the world to have such a stunning person to love and care for.

Eddie continues to place soft kisses around your belly. “So… beautiful… I… love… you… so… much…” Eddie whispers each word between each kiss.

He soon comes back up, placing one last kiss to your lips before laying down beside you, holding you against him. Eddie rubs his hand over your belly, reveling in the feeling of having you back in his arms and not having to be afraid of what could happen next.

“I told you, love, that you wouldn’t…” It was you that was interrupted this time, but not by Eddie. Just then, there’s a sudden pressure against your belly, making you gasp. You lock eyes with Eddie and you know he felt it too. You wait to see if you would feel it again, thinking about what it could have been, and, sure enough, it happens again. Your baby kicked, and for the first time.

You smile up at Eddie, him returning your favorite smile before he stares down astonishingly at your belly. Tears stream down your cheeks again, happy tears, as Eddie bends down to place a kiss to where your baby kicked. Once feeling their father’s warmth, they kick again, making you let out a laugh. Eddie jumps up to be closer to your belly as you reposition on your back to give him a better view.

It can’t get better than this, Eddie thought. How could he have stayed away this long? He questioned himself. He hates that he felt he couldn’t talk to you or be near you, when all this time, he could with your assurance and help. Now, there’s no chance of him leaving your side. He can’t leave his babies. He’s too in love and obsessed to even think of such a thing.

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[tojisangrylittlething]

supernova - megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

chapter four: the cursed womb must die

tw: canon typical violence, character "death", cussing

wc: 3.9k

a/n: AHHHHH i know it's been forever :( but please take this as a token of my gratitude. chapter four done and chapter five on the way :3

"if i had known it was going to rain like this i would have brought an umbrella." nobara grumbles, rubbing her arms to try and gain some warmth from her palms.

you chuckle under your breath, not wanting to interrupt ijichi speaking.

nobara, megumi, yourself, and your brother yuuji are all standing outside of a detention center, in the pouring rain. ijichi goes on about a curse inside and the evacuation process, but you're only half paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

"we'll be inside in no time," you say to her, an attempt to reassure your friend while also attempting to make the time pass. your comfy dorm bed and the latest episode of your favorite show calling your name.

nobara huffs and rolls her eyes, jabbing you with her elbow lightly, "easy for you to say, i don't understand how you're not freezing."

you shrug your shoulders with a shake of your head, "i don't know either, maybe you just have a skill issue."

nobara's face morphs into a scowl and turns to you fully, "hey!-"

you begin to laugh at her antics as someone clears their throat, interrupting the bickering between you and your new best friend.

you both face the sound, noticing the boys and ijichi looking at you with blank stares. immediately, you and nobara straighten up, placing your hands at your sides.

you smile reassuringly at ijichi, "sorry, what were you saying?"

ijichi sighs and looks at the rest of your party, continuing on, "as i was saying, do not fight under any circumstances. if you encounter a special-grade, your options are to either run or die."

you held a determined look on your face but you can't ignore the growing pit forming in your stomach. if it was this dangerous, why are they sending four first-year students? before you could sink into the possibilities any further, a voice filled with worry cuts you off.

"excuse me? where is tadashi?"

all eyes are drawn to a woman who stands behind a barricade of other jujutsu officials. she's waving her hand in the air and looks panicked.

you can hear all of them ordering her to stay back and to not come any closer, but she is a relentless woman. she happens to catch your line of sight as you look at her.

"please, my son, tadashi. is he all right?"

you can't help but feel sympathy for her, just a concerned mother looking for her son, wanting to ensure his safety.

you go to open your mouth but ijichi steps forward to handle the situation. the rest of you can't help but watch, hearts going out to the poor woman.

you can tell that the more ijichi talks to her, the less it does to ease her nerves. she begins to cry and collapses to the ground, weeping into her hands.

the sight is too much for you to witness and you turn your back toward the scene, closing your eyes and biting your lip, swallowing back any emotions that may come to the surface.

"we're gonna save them."

you turn to see your brother rolling up his sleeves, preparing to go into the detention center. he watches you intently and you nod back at him, not trusting your voice right now.

with that, all of you make your way into the building, unsure of what waits for you within.

---

you knew that by becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, you would have to see some things that no teenager should have to see.

however, finding a body that only has the waist up was not on the list.

the man is propped up against a wall, fear is etched permanently into his skin and he's still warm to the touch. megumi and nobara keep their distance while you and yuuji approach him, holding onto the hope that he's still alive somehow.

yuuji crouches down and pulls at his shirt, reading the name tag on his chest. you leaned over him from above, unable to tear your eyes away from what you're seeing.

okazaki tadashi

your brain flashes back to the mother outside, she said her son's name was tadashi right?

"let's take this body back."

"what?" megumi questions, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"that woman from outside, this her son." yuuji says flatly, gripping the material of tadashi's shirt tightly.

"but-" nobara starts, but it's you who cuts her off this time.

"his mother isn't going to accept if we just tell her he's dead, but we have no body."

megumi walks toward the two of you and yanks yuuji back by his collar, accidentally knocking yuuji into you in the process. you stumble backwards and catch yourself, glaring slightly at megumi.

"we have to find and verify two more. leave that body behind."

yuuji looks at megumi as if he lost his head, flailing his arms around, "are you crazy? we won't be able to come back for it!"

megumi feels his head beginning to ache, there's surely a vein throbbing on his forehead. "i didn't say to come back for it! i said to leave it behind! i have no intention of risking my own life to save someone i had no intention of saving in the first place!"

you can physically see yuuji's body deflate at megumi's words, body sagging in his grip and eyes downcast.

you clench your fist and walk toward the two of them, effectively shoving megumi away from your brother. he looks at you for a moment with shock, but it quickly reverts back to annoyance.

"no intention of saving him? what the fuck do you mean by that huh? are we just supposed to assume that any civilian ensnared by these incidents are dead? that no one can be saved?"

megumi lets the words spill out of his mouth like a raging fire, unable to fathom the stupidity he believes you're exuding, "jujutsu sorcerers are always given the information beforehand, okazaki tadashi? he hit a little girl on her way home from school while driving without a license, it was his second offense."

megumi then turns back to yuuji, a scowl somehow forming even deeper in his mouth, "i know you're stuck on saving lots of people and guiding them to proper deaths. but what are you going to do when someone you saved kills someone else in the future?"

yuuji pauses for a moment, taking in megumi's words. his brows crease as he opens his mouth, taking a step toward megumi, "then why did you bother saving me? or my sister? whatever the fuck is going on with us, i'd hate to see what we can do with no limits."

megumi closes his mouth and frowns, eyes burning into yuuji's.

"i think you should stop talking to my brother like that."

megumi and yuuji both turn to you, eyes growing wide with what they see.

you are once again engulfed in energy, all color in your eyes replaced with a harsh, white glow.

nobara finally pipes up, frantically walking toward you all while waving her hands, "cut it out! all of you! you're all idiots, think about the time and place before you-"

nobara is abruptly cut off by something pulling her into a ghostly hole in the floor.

the three of you watch on and quickly come back to reality, remembering why you were all on this mission in the first place.

your eyes dart around the room, trying to sense every single thing you could, bracing yourself for any possible attack.

"my dog, he should've sensed-" megumi's own gasp stops anything else from coming out of his mouth.

your eyes are drawn to him when he stops talking, he's looking straight ahead. his eyes are wide with fear and his mouth is agape, completely dismayed at what he's seeing.

you follow his line of sight and can't help the choked gasp you let out, your entire body grows cold.

the head of megumi's dog is sticking out from the wall, blood oozing out of its mouth and eyes void of any life.

as if he feels your gaze on him, he turns toward you, clearly in distress.

"we're running! we'll search for kugisaki la-"

megumi sees it then, the bipedal shadow standing behind you and yuuji.

this is not going to plan.

you see megumi staring past you, eyes fixated on something behind you. you look at him confused and slowly turn your head around, wondering what's oh so interesting back there.

you feel its presence before you spot it. you can't stop the wave of fear from washing over you, all anger from earlier vanishing.

there stands a curse, much bigger than any of you. large, beady eyes and a horrific grin plastered on its face.

you expect it to lunge at you or throw some sort of attack, but it just stares back at you. it is simply observing from where it stands.

time seemed to stop in this moment, nobody moving a muscle for what felt like an eternity.

it's yuuji who makes the first move, whipping out his cursed tool and turning to slash the curse.

what you expected to see was the curse's head going flying and its body collapsing into dust.

what you didn't expect to see was yuuji's arm go flying instead.

you feel his blood spray onto your clothes, which brings you out of the trance you were in, too shocked at what you were seeing to think clearly.

you look down and blink slowly, unable to stop thinking about how warm your brother's blood is on your skin. you bring your hands up to examine them, slowly turning them to inspect every single speck.

you look back up at him and your eyes are void of any emotion, brain unable to comprehend what happened just moments before.

you hear eerie giggling and you are harshly thrown back into reality upon hearing the sound, focus now drawn to it. you're violently reminded of the serious situation you've all landed yourselves in.

the curse is unphased, finding the situation amusing. it claps and giggles, the curse is enjoying this.

you face the curse and hop into a defensive stance, feeling a new wave of energy surge through you. your entire being shines with a white hue and you feel stronger. you want nothing more than to protect your brother and megumi, that's all that matters right now.

"hey sukuna! if i die, you die too right?"

wait a minute, he's not-

"if you don't want that, then help me out."

you keep your eyes on the curse but scream over your shoulder at yuuji, "what the hell are you thinking?"

a chill crawls up your spine, a hazy fog filling the room. the air is thick with dread, you can't help but gag as the vile scent fills your lungs.

"nope."

sukuna's one word held so much weight, one syllable creating a tidal wave across the room.

"even if the parts of me inside you die, there are eighteen other fragments of my soul."

"you will feel the grip of my hand."

"i will never let you go."

you hear a voice whisper from the depths of your brain, small flashes of light playing behind your eyes. you think you faintly see familiar black, cat-like nails and another hand placed over it.

you shake your head, willing the voice to go away. now is not the time, you have a job to do. you most uphold the duties of a jujutsu sorcerer and exorcise this curse.

you hear a menacing laugh and finally look back at yuuji, sukuna's eye on his cheek targeted at you. his grin only grows wider when he notices your attention is now focused on him.

"she speaks to you doesn't she?"

you can't help but feel nauseated at sukuna's words, your heart is pounding and you break out in a cold sweat. how would he know that?

"she has such a lovely voice, a shame i can't hear that witch sing anymore."

you grit your teeth in anger as you begin to realize that sukuna has something to do with what's happening to you. you don't know how but you know in your gut that he knows something, at the very least, he's involved. you take a step forward, ready to end sukuna then and there.

"itadori!"

you hear megumi shouting at you and you turn back to the curse, it has charged up an attack and is shooting it directly at you.

all of a sudden you are about 6 ft to the left of the spot you once were, like you appeared straight from the air. that spot now being taken over by the raw energy from the curse's attack, sending dirt and rocks everywhere.

"what the fuck." you mumble to yourself, confused at what just happened.

"did you just teleport?"

you look up and see megumi staring at you in alarm, smoke swirling everywhere.

"i think so." you look down at your hands and flip them back and forth, in awe of the newfound technique.

"fushiguro!"

you both turn to yuuji, who looks at you both with an intense look. sweat is pouring down his temple and his nose is scrunched up, yet his face is eerily calm.

"take my sister and kugisaki and get the hell out of here!"

"what? no, brother, i-"

yuuji cuts you off with a shake of his head, a resolved look on his features as he has decided what he has to do, "i'll keep this one busy until you're all out."

he turns to megumi, "as soon as you're out, give me some kind of signal. once you do, i'll switch with sukuna."

you and megumi both scream in protest, desperately moving toward yuuji, "you know you can't do that!" "are you out of your fucking mind?"

the two of you scream over each other while attempting to talk some sense into your brother, yuuji is barely able to make out what you both are saying. you and megumi are yelling so frantically and loudly, it makes his head hurt.

yuuji decides to cut you both off, fixing his sight back at the curse. "look at it, it's toying with us. i can at least buy you some time."

you immediately shake your head, shooting the idea down. "no way yuuji, i'm not leaving you here by yourself."

yuuji turns to you and smiles softly, "please, y/n."

you look at him and sigh, shaking your head once more. "i think i've shown that if anyone can handle sukuna, it's me. i'm not leaving you with him, i don't trust him."

yuuji turns to megumi pleadingly, hoping he'll be able to talk some sense into you. he knows that you and megumi have become more comfortable with each other since starting at jujutsu tech, maybe there's a chance you'll listen to him.

your gaze is now focused on megumi as well and he doesn't know what to do. he can see the anguish in your eyes, begging him to let you stay. his eyes dart back and forth, the decision being an impossible one to make.

"fushiguro, go find kugisaki. i'll stay and help my brother."

the smile you give him is soft but unsure, nobody knowing how this is going to play out.

he glances at yuuji once more, then back to you. he knows you well enough that when you're like this, it's best to agree with you than to fight. he nods his head at you and turns to leave, "be careful." megumi's figure grows smaller the further he goes.

you and yuuji face off with the curse, eyeing it up and down.

"if i lose control of sukuna, you need to leave sister. promise me that."

you turn to yuuji who looks at you pleadingly, needing you to say it back in this moment.

you let out a small smile and hold your pinky out to him, "i promise."

yuuji smiles back at you and links his pinky finger with yours, sealing the deal.

"so how should we-"

within the blink of an eye, you and yuuji are slammed into a wall with brute force. the impact forcing air to leave your lungs, making you feel winded. you can feel blood dribbling down your chin and pooling in your lap.

you look to your right and yuuji looks the same as you, he seems delirious from the contact.

as you look back up, the curse has now gotten closer and there's another attack aimed at the two of you.

noticing the incoming stike, you gathered energy in your hands and threw them up in front of you, hoping to create a shield from the attack. while it softened the blow, it still threw you and yuuji through the same stone wall you were viciously slammed into.

you both land on your backs, gasping for air and attempting to reorient yourselves. the curse moves so fast, it's hard for either of you to play defense.

you look toward the hole in the wall and see the curse stalking toward you now, the power it possesses being present in each step it takes.

you roll over onto your stomach and push yourself up onto your hands and knees. you begin to crawl toward yuuji, but you have to stop at the pain shooting down your spine.

you crumple to the floor and curl in on yourself, whimpers of pain escaping your lips.

you hear yuuji groaning from beside you and feel his hand on your back, "come on y/n, you got to get up."

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. you open yours eyes and grit your teeth together, forcing your aching limbs to move.

as you're trying to pick yourself up with yuuji's encouragement, you hear what sounds like a howl off in the distance.

is that megumi?

"what a thoroughly annoying brat."

you feel your heart jump straight to your throat and you're blood is rushing loudly through your ears. you know that sukuna has come out to play, so it's your time to go. you made a promise.

"you, however, are far more interesting."

you force yourself up onto your knees and turn toward yuuji, who is now sukuna. he looks down at you with a wolfish grin, enjoying being let out of his cage for once.

sukuna walks toward you slowly, he's patient and confident in his movements.

you close your eyes and begin to focus, trying to remember how you teleported earlier.

"she has gone quiet hasn't she?"

you hear sukuna's footsteps getting louder the closer he gets, you refuse to open your eyes. you are too intent on the task at hand, getting yourself out of here.

you begin speaking to her in your head, picturing the woman's face vividly in your mind. you beg her to help you out of here and to show you the way.

you feel the energy consume your body again and feel as if you're floating, which makes your eyes flutter open.

you are actually hovering in midair except now you are the one who looks down at sukuna, who smiles at your awakened form.

"there she is."

"ryomen sukuna, i promised i would follow you forever."

before he can say or do anything else, you disappear from sight.

---

megumi stands outside of the detention center. he just finished loading nobara up into the car and is now speaking to ijichi, who sits inside of the vehicle.

"and what about you fushiguro?" ijichi says, slightly worried for the teenager.

"i'm going to wait for the itadori twins to return." megumi says, he had a lot of time to think about what you and your brother said. he feels as if a new fire awakened inside of him, now starting to come to some realizations that he had never previously thought of before.

"i see. after i take kugisaki to the hospital, i'll return as quickly as possible." megumi nods at ijichi who then drives off into the night with nobara in the backseat.

megumi turns back toward the building, if the worst case happens then it's my responsibility to end it.

he sighs and sticks his hands in his pockets, beginning the journey of locating you and yuuji.

megumi is so lost in his thoughts of what he might have to do that he almost misses the burst of light appearing above him.

he looks up and watches someone emerge from the portal, they fall onto all fours in front of him. megumi takes in their appearance, recognizing the uniform and hair color.

"itadori." there's a small smile on megumi's face upon seeing you, the sight helping ease a bit of his anxiety.

however, the smile falls when you finally look up at him.

there are tears pooled in your waterline, soot and blood covering you from head to toe. you look distressed and your breathing is coming out in heavy pants.

"we need to call gojo-sensei."

megumi can't help but look at you confused for a moment, then it dawns on him. he was too relieved seeing you to forget one important missing link, yuuji.

"what happened?"

megumi moves toward you slowly, he can tell your adrenaline is still pumping so he doesn't want to startle you.

"a lot fucking happened." you say, unable to look at him as you stare off into the distance. megumi can see the memory playing behind your eyes in real time.

he kneels down next to you and grabs your hands softly, glancing over them and inspecting the injuries. the touch relaxes you slowly and you can feel all the tension leaving your body. you finally get your eyes to move and gaze over at the source. you can't recall a time where megumi was this gentle, except maybe with his shikigami.

you simply watch him assess each and every wound he could see as you tell him what happened after he left. the curse, sukuna, and what happened with you.

megumi sits back on his knees, he's satisfied that he noted all the damage done to you. he flits his gaze at you and sees you're already staring back at him. you look defeated and completely exhausted.

"do you have any idea who she is or how she knows sukuna?"

you look away from him this time and shake your head. you appear to be thinking and megumi can't help but think you look cute when you do, even covered in blood.

"there has to be a way to find out, right?"

megumi honestly doesn't know for sure, but he thinks he might know someone who might.

he sends you a small, reassuring smile "i'm sure gojo-sensei will know."

this seems to settle you a bit as you send megumi the faintest nod.

he stands from the ground and dusts off his knees, stretching slightly then looking down at you.

"come on let me help you up, ijichi should be back soon."

you nod your head once more and megumi moves to stand behind you, scooping you in his arms to help you stand.

you're a bit wobbly on your feet but megumi keeps a firm grip on you, not wanting you to fall over.

you mumble a thanks to him as you find your footing. he still keeps a loose grip on you and you find it very sweet, even in this state.

"now we just need yuuji to-"

"sorry, but he's not coming back."

megumi's breathing quickens as your body is overcome with alarm.

"don't be so frightened." sukuna says, leering over at the two of you with a sickening grin.

"i'm in a good mood right now. let's chat, shall we?"

sukuna turns and is now facing you both fully with his hands in his pockets, staring at the both of you.

tags: @kasumitenbaz @ay0nha

[drvirgus]

The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 5:

With a smile, the nurse greeted me. He had just brought a new oxygen tank and was rolling it past me. The taller man looked at me, "You're back. He seems to be doing better today than a few days ago. The fever has dropped dramatically and is within the normal range. If you'd like, you can go to him. He's in the garden," the nurse said with a smile.

Understanding, I nodded and thanked the older man. Shortly after, I made my way to the garden. I spotted him from a distance. He was sitting in his wheelchair, his hands on his thighs, his gaze fixed on the sunflowers. Nervously, I took several deep breaths.

"Hey, Dad," I said as I approached him, but I also kept some distance. He turned his head toward me and then looked back at the flowers. As he had done so many times before, he remained silent. He just didn't talk to me. I didn't know what was better... Him not speaking to me? Or him cursing me?

"I heard your fever has gone down," I said. But it was futile. It was as if I were talking to a wall. Sighing, I sat down on the garden bench. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the sunflowers in front of him. I, too, looked at the flowers. My mother's favorite flowers...

He had loved my mother with all his heart... What would it be like if he loved me too? What kind of feeling would that be?

I swallowed and stayed quiet. Painful minutes passed during which we simply stared at each other in silence. I licked my lips, "If there's anything you need, Dad. I can get it for you. You just have to say it," I finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. My elderly father looked at me. His gaze stern and twisted. As usual, he didn't answer and looked at the flowers again.

My chest always felt so heavy when I was here. It felt... hopeless. He would never love me. No matter what I did. No matter if I got good grades. No matter if I became rich. No matter if I became famous. Nothing could make him look at me even once. Even when I was sick or got drunk on purpose... He never worried about me. No wonder... I wasn't meant to live for him.

After several minutes, the nurse came into the garden. He looked at me with pity and gave me an encouraging smile. After a brief explanation, he wheeled my father into the bedroom. It seemed it was time for medication and a nap. I headed to the door and put on my shoes there.

"Y/N," I heard, and I turned to the nurse. He smiled politely and handed me a bag, "Good luck with your comeback and belated congratulations," he said with a smile. Surprised, my eyes widened. I bowed to the taller man, "Thank you," I replied and said goodbye to him.

Several years had passed since he started taking care of my father. Of course, he had to sign a confidentiality agreement. I didn't want... anyone to know about my father. It would only stress him out even more...

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I entered the studio and placed the cake in the fridge. Then I headed to the sound studio. Minji seemed to be in the middle of recording her part. So, I patiently waited outside the door. Naturally, I took my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Instagram and TikTok.

My eyebrows raised in surprise. I blinked several times as I noticed a hashtag that involved my name and Yuna's name. I clicked on it and was instantly presented with thousands of videos. I clicked on the most popular ones. My gaze fixed on one video.

The first video showed Yuna and Hyein as MCs at the Jamboree concert. Since it was raining, Yuna seemed to have mistaken our group for hers. Minji and Yuna had a short interaction, both of them started laughing. Yuna's eyes then fell on me. I chuckled, which made Yuna shyly approach me.

The video ended there, but no one knew that Yuna was actually asking me if I had seen Yeji, Ryujin, or Chaeryeong. Unfortunately, Lia wasn't there that day. I smiled and continued scrolling. I came across a similar video where it showed me helping Yuna find the others, and we briefly hugged.

After that, there were several videos of Yuna talking about the interaction with Minji and me in a live session.

The door opened, and I looked up. Minji saw me sitting on the floor and chuckled. She extended her hand, which I accepted. She helped me to my feet and looked at me. I quickly put my phone in my pocket.

"Thank you," I said softly. Minji looked at me for a while. She nodded her head, "Are you okay? You... were gone this morning even before breakfast," the younger girl said, her forehead furrowing in concern as she scrutinized me. I looked up at the taller woman and simply nodded my head, "I should head inside now," I said after a short pause. Minji nodded and watched me as I went into the sound studio.

Inside, I warmed up my voice and then started singing. My eyes were on the sheet music. I needed multiple takes, sometimes emphasizing certain letters more, while barely emphasizing others. It took a while until I was done. After bowing and thanking everyone, I left the room.

Minji was sitting on the floor, while Danielle tried to scare me. I looked at Danielle, raising an amused eyebrow, "We need to work on that. I'll show you how to do it properly next time," I said, and immediately Danielle shook her head nervously. She almost begged for forgiveness. It made me laugh again, but I covered my mouth as usual.

Danielle went inside eventually, and now I looked at Minji. My eyebrows lifted, "What are you still doing here?" I asked, clearly surprised by her presence. She licked her lips and stood up. Her gaze fixed on me. Nervously, I looked away from her. To be honest... Ever since she and Yeji kissed... I could hardly bring myself to look her in the eyes.

"You haven't eaten yet," the younger girl said. I looked at her and hesitated slightly. I blinked a few times. Nervously, I said, "We have to dance now." But Minji sighed. She looked at me for a while. Her eyes narrowed, "Why... do you never listen to me?" she asked, visibly annoyed as she ran a hand over her face.

I looked at her. Confused, my face twisted at her behavior. Minji looked at me. She sighed and gestured for me to go ahead. I did what she asked and entered the dance studio. Inside, Hanni, Haerin, and Hyein were already there. All three were sitting in a circle, discussing something.

I joined them immediately. The three younger girls all looked at me. Suddenly, Hanni grinned widely and nudged me with her elbow. I looked at her, "So, what's exactly going on between you and Yuna sunbae?" she asked, and almost instantly, my eyes widened in surprise. I looked at the younger girl, puzzled.

"Come on, Unnie. Tell us," Hyein pleaded, immediately putting on her puppy eyes. Meanwhile, Haerin was just staring at me again. I noticed my head tilting to the side, "There's nothing going on. But she's cute, I can't deny that," I answered truthfully, and immediately, Hyein squealed in excitement.

Hanni looked at me for a while, "So, you wouldn't mind dating someone younger?" she asked with evident interest. I looked at her and shook my head. Hanni nodded and grinned knowingly. She then turned her attention to Minji, raising her eyebrows, "What about you?" she asked, her tone carrying a certain undertone.

Minji, who had been typing something on her phone, finally looked up. Her eyes briefly met mine before shifting to Hanni, "I prefer older," Minji replied casually, which made Hanni smile knowingly. However, Hyein stared at Minji with her mouth open, gasping dramatically, "Oh my God. So, you have a crush on Yeji Sunbae?" the youngest of us blurted out, even covering her mouth with her hand.

Hanni sighed in annoyance at that, but I was more interested in Minji's response. That could explain why Minji was so aggressive during the kiss. Minji looked at me and then at Hyein, "No," she answered rather seriously, her jaw tensing, "But enough chit-chat. Let's get started. Danielle should be done with her recording soon," Minji immediately changed the subject, standing up.

I nodded and got up as well. I placed my phone on one of the benches. Haerin did the same with hers, "Minji's in a bad mood," she sighed. I looked at the younger girl, surprised by her observation. She sighed again and got into position. However, I couldn't help but look at Minji.

She... was in a bad mood? Is that why she seemed frustrated today? But what caused her bad mood?

As the music of ETA started playing, we got into position. We began memorizing the choreography, dancing and dancing. Even Danielle joined us without questioning anything. It took a few minutes until one of our managers entered with several bags in hand.

We immediately stopped dancing. Minji had ordered food for all of us, unbeknownst to the rest of us. We were all sweaty and out of breath, but we sat in a circle and started eating the ordered food. Minji's eyes followed my every move. I found myself looking at her repeatedly.

I bit the inside of my cheek slightly. I wanted to talk to her, but... if I did, I wouldn't even know what to say. I... just wanted to talk to her. About anything...

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My eyes turned to Minji. We were doing a live session to celebrate Minji's birthday. There was a cake in front of her, and we all wore party hats on our heads. I sat right next to Minji. Our thighs were touching, but it didn't bother me. I lit the candles and immediately, we all started singing the birthday song.

Minji smiled as she blew out the candles. We all clapped our hands and looked at the birthday girl as she gave a short speech to our fans. My face relaxed completely as I saw her smile so widely. My eyes were fixed on Minji, only on her. After a while, Minji turned her head to me. We looked at each other for a while.

Then Minji began to smile, and I could feel her thigh pressing more against mine. But then she looked away. Nervously, I swallowed. God... I couldn't look away now. Minji... was too beautiful.

After we all had a piece of cake and talked with each other and the Bunnies for a while, the camera was finally turned off. My gaze returned to Minji as she immediately approached me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. I looked at her with wide eyes, surprised by her action.

"I need to talk to you," the younger girl said. The other four of us looked at them with curiosity. Everyone stopped their conversation and turned to us. Haerin stared, Hyein looked confused, Hanni seemed excited, while Danielle simply glanced between us. I nodded my head, and we then went into Minji's room. She closed the door and turned to me.

"Stop looking at me like that. Not in front of the camera," Minji said. Her eyes scanned my entire face, which now twisted in confusion. I blinked, perplexed, "How do I look?" I asked, making Minji sigh. She swallowed and just stared at me. Her lips parted as she took a step closer.

"Y/N," she breathed out, her eyes locked onto mine, "Why... do you confuse me so much?" she asked softly. Her hands landed on my hips as she maintained eye contact. I swallowed as she moved even closer. I looked up at the taller woman.

I'm the one confusing her? Quite the opposite. She's the one confusing me. Why... does she keep looking at me like that? Why do I have this urge to get closer to her?

I heard Minji let out a soft breath. She looked somewhat amused now. She kept getting closer, causing my heart to race wildly. I swallowed, and my eyes widened. As her lips almost brushed mine, I took a few steps back abruptly. Minji's eyes widened.

I felt my entire face flush. Minji looked at me, slightly shocked. But what exactly shocked her? The attempt to kiss me? Or the fact that I backed away from the kiss?

"I-I'm sorry," Minji started, but I couldn't control myself anymore. Panic was written all over my face as I hastily left Minji's room.

Fuck... I didn't want to leave... but my body acted on its own...

[dandylovesturtles]

TMNT AU Propaganda whooo

Hello, I'm back again. With fic this time.

I bingeread all of Call Me Here (I Will Appear) by @callmehere-iwillappear a little while back and it's so good! So heartbreaking but so heartwarming at the same time! And with both IMBI and CMH both being in the @tmntaucompetition we decided they are ghost buddies, and then they drew this adorable artwork and I had to write a little something because listen I need good things to happen to both of these boys.

So here you go! And please vote for both I May Be Invisible and Call Me Here in the TMNT AU polls tomorrow!

(And also 2 Arms Left, those boys aren't really in this fic but listen if you vote for both IMBI and 2AL then Ell and I will face off in the next round please it's so funny-)

cough ANYWAY HERE'S THE DRABBLE OK BYE (spoilers for both fics within)

Was getting abruptly kidnapped to an interdimensional sports tournament the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them? Hard to say, but it was certainly a surprise anyway. Right in the middle of Leo's very dramatic catatonia arc, too...

The place is a madhouse. There's so many different versions of himself and his brothers, some of them older, some of them missing limbs, and some of them from different universes entirely. There's cheerleading. There's fighting. There's an older Michelangelo giving all the visible Leos bats for some reason.

Leo guesses he shouldn't be too disappointed that even in this crowd, only his own specific brothers can interact with him; he hasn't had dramatic life-saving encounters with any of these other people, after all. He keeps getting walked through, talked over, and he can't very well take part in the actual basketball playing.

But it's fine! He can vibe! He's so cool with vibing. His brothers seem to be enjoying themselves, after all, and Pizza Supreme knows after the weeks they've been having they deserve something fun and... probably not life-threatening (he's still eying those bats, though). So he can just... watch. Spectate.

So fun.

He's standing by while Raph chats with a whole group of assorted Raphs, surveying the diverse crowd when it happens.

His eyes lock with another Leo's.

The other Leo seems just as startled as he is to be seen - his mouth pops open in surprise, posture going stiff in a mirror of Leo's own reaction. Other than that, there's no immediate signs; he's not see-through, or floating, or anything else one might expect. The only immediate difference he can see is that the three clones of his brothers standing near the other Leo are all wearing their own version of Donnie's goggles.

And yet, he still knows.

"Hey, I'm going over there for a sec," he says over his shoulder to Raph.

"What? Hey, don't wander off!"

"It's fine, big guy, I'll stay in range."

He trots off across the court, not bothering to dodge anyone who steps in his path. The other Leo and his group aren't too far away, and once he gets there, the two of them look each other up and down, like wary dogs unsure about entering another's space.

He gives the other Leo a very serious look, which is mirrored back to him.

And the other Leo starts them off.

"What's a ghost's favorite fruit?"

"Booberries. What's a ghost's favorite car?"

"A Boo-gatti. Why don't ghosts go out in the rain?"

It dampens their spirits. What-"

"Who are you talking to?" the other Donnie asks, turning their way. He has his goggles pulled down. Leo gives him a wave, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Just another Leo," says the other Leo, before turning back to him. "You can't be seen by the goggles?"

"Nope. That hasn't worked for us."

"But I saw you say something to your Raph."

"Yeah! Raph can hear me, Mikey can see me, and Donnie can touch me."

"Huh. Sounds inconvenient!"

"Oh, it is." Leo shrugs. "Curses, man, what can you do?"

Something quick passes over the other Leo's face; he only notices because it's so like his own. "You were cursed?"

"Yep! Some bad guy thought it would be a good way to get rid of me. You?"

The other Leo's smile droops only slightly. "...Do you know about the Prison Dimension?"

Leo's own smile drops, and he hunches in on himself, which just makes the other Leo's grin slip further. It hurts; he was there, for real, and again too recently in his mind, and now he can say this with certainty, with clarity:

No Leo deserved that.

But this Leo, who has persisted after death, who's with his family now... even if it's a tragedy, Leo can admire that. And they can see him - they can apparently hear him, and Leo knows from experience that that's everything.

(And still not quite enough.)

"...That sucks," he says, because what else do you say?

The other Leo shrugs, looking a little self-conscious. "It's not too bad. Donnie's making me a body."

"Oh, that'll be sweet." Leo picks his grin back up. "Wait, can you actually touch stuff? Are you going to haunt a robot?"

"I can if I focus." He looks smug. "It takes practice, but I'm getting better."

"Whoa, nice. I can't touch anything other than Donnie. Can't float or anything, either."

"Me either!" The other Leo throws his arms up dramatically. "What a ripoff, right?"

Leo matches the movement. "That's what I've been saying!"

"Man. It's nice to finally talk to someone who understands."

"Heh, same here," says Leo. He reaches out to give the other Leo a friendly pat on the shoulder.

He expects his hand to just pass through. He doesn't expect it to connect.

It's not really feeling, not like when he touches Donnie. It's more like when he touches his own body - his hand stops moving through the air, but he's not getting any tactile sensation from it.

He doubts the other Leo can really feel it either, but the way his eyes latch on the point of contact tells Leo everything he needs to know.

He doesn't hesitate, just wraps his arm around the other Leo and pulls him in for a hug. He doesn't resist, just puts his own arms around Leo, and he can't feel it but he's pretty sure he's holding tight.

He doesn't ask how long it's been since he's been hugged; he feels like he doesn't have to.

They stay that way almost a minute (and he's glad for their reputation as Leos that no one can see them), before the other Leo pulls back. His eyes are glassy and his smile wavering, but it's real and it's there, and Leo can't help but smile back.

He decides to save them before this gets too mushy.

"Hey, you said you can touch things, right?"

"If I focus."

"Well!" Leo moves so his arm is draped around the other Leo's shoulders, walking him toward one of the goals. "Get ready to focus on making sick dunks."

Instantly, the other Leo's eyes light up with delight. "Ooooh ho ho ho yes. We are going to freak some people out!"

He offers his fist, and Leo gleefully bumps it.

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which the stupidest of stupidities is two oblivious people who think they’re not good enough for the other

fic here

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𝐧𝐨𝐭���: sadly, i couldn’t put this out on blasty boy’s birthday. i really tried but graduation is coming, which means final grades are due soon. so, i had prioritize academics over my favorite feral boy. (sorry bakugou) anyhow, here’s a little preview of morosis. i've had this sitting in my drafts for quite a while, but i decided now was a great time to finish it. hope you all enjoy this little snippet! i’m hoping to get this out in the next day or so, but it will for sure be posted this week! currently taking requests, check here for details! click here for my writing!

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The ground was slippery as you jogged to shelter, attempting to avoid falling and injuring yourself. By the time you’d returned, the rain had soaked through your clothes, and you felt an impending cold. Sniffles could be heard as you trudged to the elevators.

You clutched onto your backpack, thankful that it was waterproof unlike the rest of your body. You’d hate it if your notes were ruined.

You must have been dozing off while waiting for the elevator to open because a thunk came to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, blearily taking in Katsuki standing before you, red eyes staring in what looked like discontent. You opened your mouth to speak when he shook his head, mumbling “idiot” under his breath.

You didn’t reply, only looking at him. “Hey, dumbass, the hell are you staring at?” Your eyes widened in surprise as you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed at him having to call you out.

“Sorry, Bakugou,” you said sheepishly. “I’m just tired.”

“And wet.”

Your mind went straight to the gutter, and you cursed yourself when the blond raised an eyebrow at your non-response response. The corner of Katsuki’s mouth twitched slightly when he noticed your mild panicked expression. “‘m talking about your clothes, dummy. Don’t go thinking weird shit.”

“Sorry…” you mumbled, suddenly remembering why you were apologizing in the first place. You looked down at your clothes. “Right, thanks for pointing it out.”

For some reason, the air felt awkward. You weren’t sure why you felt so nervous as you stood next to him, wondering what was taking the elevator so long.

Today couldn’t be more shitty. Not only had you forgotten your umbrella, leaving you soaked, but now you were standing next to the guy you just embarrassed yourself in front of (you'd been also harboring feelings for him the past few months, but that’s irrelevant). First, you ignored him. Second, you stared at him in a weird daze that probably creeped him out. And third, you misinterpreted his simple observation into something dirty.

It felt like you were inconveniencing the blond. All Katsuki wanted was to get on the elevator, and there you were, staring at him in a daze. Now, he was boring holes into you, and you couldn’t wait to shower and overthink this entire interaction.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and out came Mineta and Kaminari, whispering to each other about something you were sure you didn’t want to know about. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed you and Bakugou waiting, resulting in them bumping into you two.

You didn’t have time to catch yourself as your still-slippery shoes slid against the floor, causing you to fall. Well, almost. You were already bracing yourself for the impact when you realized that, yes, you were against something firm, but the firm object was also warm.

You opened your squeezed-shut eyes, slowly blinking as you realized you hadn’t hit the floor, which would have been the cherry on top of the horrible afternoon you had so far. Instead, someone’s arm was keeping you steady. While you were initially grateful, it only took one second to recognize who the arm belonged to, and you were immensely embarrassed.

You jumped like a cat touching water. Wrong move. It seemed that you kept forgetting that you were wet, which included your shoes. You almost slipped again - no, correction: you did slip again, but you were also caught again. You weren’t sure what was more mortifying, the fact that you were acting like a klutz or the fact that Katsuki was holding you tight to his chest, preventing you from moving.

“Stop moving, dammit. You’re gonna fall or some shit.” Katsuki’s voice was gruff in your ear, and it was then that you realized how close you two were. Your initial reaction was to run away, but after your previous two attempts at simply moving your body, you didn’t think that was wise. Besides, being held by Katsuki was something both unexpected and highly appreciated.

His warm body was slowly removing the chill that had settled over yours. But when you registered his mouth so close to you, goosebumps speckled your skin. “You good to stand, or you gonna fall again?”

Your response was a nod because you truly did not trust your mouth to not further embarrass you. Katsuki’s arms left you, but not before he righted you on your feet, hands lingering on your waist to stabilize you.

You two held eye contact as he ducked his head to ensure that you were actually alright with a quirk of his brow. You could feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you were so glad that he wasn’t holding you so close to him as he was before.

His vermillion eyes pierced into yours, and you began to realize just how rich their color was. You hadn’t noticed how entrancing they were until you heard the most obnoxious non-whispering.

“Oh my god, this is exactly like the movies, Kaminari. They’re totally gonna make out right now.”

The purple-headed pervert was too busy mumbling inappropriate comments to himself to see an angry blond finally stepping away from you and walking his way. “And we get front-row seats. I wonder if they’re gonna have sex-”

Before Mineta could finish this piercing, a hand smacked him on the head, leaving him wailing. Katsuki leaned down, practically squatting to reach the boy’s height. “Wanna say that pervy shit again, hah?!”

“B-Bakugou, let’s calm down, shall we?” A nervous Kaminari stuttered out. He froze when Katsuki’s harsh glare turned to him. “You know what, never mind. Go- go ahead.”

Katsuki redirected his angry and annoyed attention back to Mineta, who was quivering and shaking like he feared for his life. With the murderous look on the blond’s face, Mineta had every right to feel that way.

Before Katsuki could teach the class pervert a well-deserved lesson, a yell came from the opening elevator doors. In the time you and Katsuki waited for the elevator and were now, unfortunately, dealing with Kaminari and Mineta, more people had loaded onto the elevator and joined your little party.

Iida immediately took notice of the situation and intervened in his class-president fashion. “Bakugou, while I’m sure you believe enacting justice will rid Mineta here of his inappropriate actions, you mustn’t resort to such violence!”

Upon having an audience and a decreasing tolerance, Katsuki grunted, releasing his tight grip on the boy, who rushed to safety far away from the blonde, who then rolled his eyes.

“You say some weird shit like that again, and I’ll kill you. Got it, pipsqueak?!”

“Language!” Iida shouted, waving his arm around like he was directing traffic.

All the yelling and commotion was far too much on your tired and overworked body. You heaved a sigh as Iida reprimanded Katsuki and Mineta, then himself as he was too loud. Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had noticed your despair, prompting him to grab your hand and shove past the group.

Before Iida could voice his grievances about Katsuki’s apparent rudeness, the blond smashed the elevator’s button closed. You blinked slowly at all of the action that just took place.

The elevator hadn’t even moved when you remembered that Katsuki was still holding your hand. As warmth dispersed throughout your body, you had one thought.

This is gonna be one long ride…

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[pdpenpals]

pushing out requests have slowed down due to the academic year starting, but rest assured i am still working on them!

but right now, the post office is planning a little event and would like your thoughts on what its theme should be (。>︿<)_θ

(why don't you have a taste of the first two below the cut?)

at this point, you don't remember anymore why you've chosen to become a regular at club phoenix. at first, you wanted to take advantage of how cheap it offered alcohol to first-time visitors but...you can't help but come back for that person, one of the hosts who caught your eye. they sit across you now, an unreadable expression on their face. when they sense you're having second thoughts, they lean forward, a bit too close for comfort, and whisper into your ear the words you want to hear. hm. maybe you'll stay for one drink more. you don't really care if they were sincere or not, you can't lie that it made you feel better about yourself, even for just a fleeting moment. or maybe that was just another excuse for how much you've been spending on this place...

you're both at an impasse underneath the rain. it's almost as if the entire world around you has disappeared. gone is the sound of carriages speeding up and people scrambling for a dry place to take shelter in. there's only you and them.

"if someone important to you said 'hey, just so you know, i could wind up dead, but it's no biggie,' wouldn't that make you mad too?"

"it's not like i want to. nor that i'm planning to. i'm cursed to meet my end like this either way, remember? still, you made that promise a while back, so..."

their palm enters your vision, facing you, a silent gesture to the fact that once you both embrace this darkness, there will be no more turning back. you take their hand. the risk is something you're willing to take.

[kittievampire]

Hey I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request some HCs of the demon bros reacting to a MC who rescued two kittens that started off chill and cute but as the little guys got comfortable in the house of lamentation they start being chaotic and doing rowdy kitten stuff. Thank you so much and I hope you have a stellar day! ✨️

As a cat-owner, I have a lot to say about this.

My cat's a bitch, too, so this'll be fun 😤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Cat Chaos

Warnings: Cursing, Cats being cats, MC being a crackhead cat-parent, GN! MC

Enjoy.

You found the two little guys on the side of the road during a very stormy night in the Devildom. You were walking home, coat over your head to shield you from the merciless downpour, when you heard faint meows and yaps from an alley. You turned your head, noticing a box, dirty and wet. The cardboard barely kept its shape under the pressure of the heavy rain, and you could see a single pair of fuzzy ears poking out of the opening at the top.

You walked forward, pulling open the two flaps at the top to reveal two kittens, cold and shaking, meowing at you.

Seeing that the box was rendered useless now, you covered the kittens in your coat, banging at the door of the House of Lamentation. "Come on, come on," You whispered to yourself, not wanting to get any more drenched than you already were. The door swung open, Lucifer standing before you with a stern expression on his face. "MC, why are you—" You stepped forward, almost pressed against him. "Please let me inside, it's pouring!"

You and Lucifer had a conversation about the animals, and eventually, he sighed, pinched his brows together, and reluctantly said "Yes."

The cats were so cute. Everyone in the house was quite fond of the animals.

That was until chaos began to ensue.

Lucifer

Absolutely fucking irritated.

The thing about Lucifer is he was a dog person.

That's it.

He only dealt with Cerberus because he wouldn't be much of a fuss to take care of.

Cats on the other hand?

Since the incident with Satan summoning multiple cats, he had a special distaste for the creatures.

One morning, he found a turd in the kitchen. Not very happy.

Lucifer immediately went to your room and knocked on the door. The moment you opened it, the two plausible culprits jumped off of your bed and meowed at him.

"MC," He sighed out, making you shoot up from your bed. "Shit, am I late?" You ask, still half-asleep.

You pushed the covers off of you in a sleepy panic, making him shake his head and hold out a hand of reassurance. "No, you're not late, it's still quite early in the morning. I just... Wanted to let you know that..." He looked into your sleepy doe eyes and felt one of the kittens brush up against his leg.

Lucifer suppressed a groan of frustration. "I... Just wanted to let you know that... I was going out to get coffee, and..." He trailed off, a blush highlighting his face. You couldn't see it though.

"Oh, that'd be great, thanks, Luci," You said with a yawn, patting your bedside and calling out the names of the two felines. "Wake me up again when you're back, please. I'm gonna get a few more minutes of sleep in."

He begrudgingly cleaned it up himself.

He'd have to clean up after Cerberus occasionally, but the difference is, he couldn't exactly punish your kittens.

They weren't his.

The three of them would have standoffs every now and then in the hallway though.

Mammon

Bro is so over your cats' shit. A little less than Lucifer, but it's the fact that they continue to get into his stuff when he leaves it lying around.

Asmodeus will leave around a whole fur coat, yet instead of that expensive, comfort-guaranteed, five-star, premium bed-material-like coat, they decide to snuggle up with his favorite leather jacket with studs. STUDS.

He'll usually try and catch the little guys, but they're too fast for baby boy.

He usually ends up tripping and falling on his face while shouting curses at them.

When you came over and asked what was wrong, he was quick as hell to snitch.

"Those little color-palette faces o' yours got their fur all over my favorite jacket! D'ya know how much grim I had to save up for that?" Mammon was nearly sobbing.

You sighed, got on the ground near him, and started comforting him with an embrace and head pats.

Definitely flips them off whenever he sees them in the hallways now, it always seems like they're smirking at him though.

Fucking felines.

Leviathan

Levi didn't have a problem with them at first

He was worried that they'd try to get to Henry 2.0, but they didn't seem very interested in him, so, eventually, he started letting them into his room whenever they'd scratch at the door.

He actually didn't mind their company.

It was nice to have those two laying down in his lap while he played his video games.

They'd even hiss whenever someone killed him!

They were his best friends!

Until the day it happened.

He was grinding really hard on a game from the human world that you recommended he played, and he was loving it so far! Though, because he was grinding so hard for seven hours straight, the kittens ended up falling asleep at his side.

He was so close to beating this really difficult boss! This wasn't even the final stage, why were these bosses so hard?

But he enjoyed it nonetheless because you recommended it of course.

"Yes! Now all I have to do is use Black Viper to inflict all-mighty damage and I'll finally be done with this palace!"

Bro is near tears of joy.

However, a small paw bapped at his controller, hitting the melee button that dealt 50 damage to the boss that had 98 health.

When the boss killed him for the nth time in a row, he dropped his controller.

Barged into your room with kittens in hand and tears streaming down his face. "These are anti-gamer feline monsters, MC!" He sobbed, making you shoot up from your seat.

"Oh no, what did they do this time?"

"They made me restart the boss battle when I was this close to beating him! I thought we were friends!"

You had to comfort him the whole night and help him defeat the boss afterward.

Satan

Absolutely in love with the kittens.

They could do no wrong in his eyes.

They made him lose a page in his book?

That's okay, they just wanted to play.

They knocked over his mug?

They're cats! It's only natural for them to learn how to do that!

If anything, he encourages their naughty behavior when they act out in front of the other brothers.

And you end up the one to complain about the cats, though you talk to them as if they're humans.

"When I said you give me shit, I didn't mean to actually drop one!" You practically shouted at one of your kittens, causing Satan to look up from his book.

You pointed to the other kitten accusingly. "You were fucking watching too, weren't you? You fucking cuck, you cat-cuck, you-"

"Woah, woah, woah, they probably couldn't make it to the litterbox in time, MC," He said, closing his book.

You deadpanned at him, looking down at the turd that sat right next to the litterbox.

Both of the kittens jumped into the blond's lap, purring and nuzzling against his hands.

He started cooing at them about how "mommy/daddy was so mean" and how the kittens "could never do something so vile on purpose."

Asmodeus

They made great selfie buddies!

His follower count and likes shot up once he started taking selfies with the cute little felines.

He tolerated them a lot, though he was still wary of their shedding.

One day, they were in his room while he was painting his nails.

He used them to pick colors for the new nail look.

"I'm not sure orange and pink go well together, silly feline." Asmodeus giggled, gently booping one of the kittens on the nose as he set down the orange nail polish container.

"However, I'd say pink would definitely go with my outfit wardrobe for this next month!"

He hummed to himself and cooed at the kittens as he started painting his nails, movements precise, hands still as if he were a surgeon.

"Honestly, I'd look good in any color, won't I? That's why you gave me orange! You know I can pull off the colors, don't you? You two are so adorable!" He flustered himself with compliments.

The kittens meowed sweetly at him as he waited for his nails to dry

Suddenly, one of the kittens nuzzled his cheek against his hand, getting nearly dried nail polish on his fuzzy cheek and whiskers and smudging the pink nail polish on Asmo's finger.

There was silence.

Asmodeus looked at the tiny hairs that stuck out of his clumpy, mildly wet polish, processing what had just happened.

His screech was what alerted you to his room, and you had to hold him back from throwing the little felines across the room.

Beelzebub

Second most chill about it.

Whenever he'd see the kittens getting yelled at by you for doing something bad, he'd slip them a piece of his meaty snack to make them feel better.

He may get mildly irritated when they would beg him to share a snack with him, but that's only on rare occasions.

"Oh, did you want some jerky?" He asked softly to the kitten that had jumped onto the table and sniffed the meat in his hand.

He gently handed the meat to the kitten, who sniffed and started to lick it.

Beel scarfed down most of the bag but ended up leaving some for the kitten.

He gently pat the kitten on the head and allowed it to finish the rest of the jerky.

Belphegor

Third most chill about it.

He most likely encourages chaos like Satan, too.

You catch him trying to coax your kitties to knock over Lucifer's fragile belongings and make messes of his clothing.

You'd been scolded a few times by Lucifer, but he eventually found out that it was the youngest's doing, so you got off easy.

Belphie loved to cuddle with your kittens when he slept.

He'd get a little irritated when they'd wake him by clawing at his door at night, but he had to deal with his twin's loud snores, so it didn't bother him that much.

It's surprising he can hear the scratches and meows over the snoring, though.

"Hey, you two. You wanna cuddle with Uncle Belphie?" He'd chuckle softly as he let the cats into the room.

Loves the warmth that their fur provides, and you definitely caught him with one of the kitten's butts in his face when he was napping at least twice.

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

[so-much-for-stardust6]

I Still Love You- Graham Coxon

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summary: graham goes mia, making you believe that it was the end of your two’s relationship. he shows up one rainy day and you cry about the pain he caused.

lowercase intended

warnings: cursing (just one word)

a/n: another quick sad graham fic for everyone🙏 there could be a part 2 for this so lmk if u guys want one !!

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i was madly in love with him. i still am. graham coxon, the one i thought would be my forever. the one i imagined growing old with, having kids in a comfortable house with. but here i lay in my empty queen sized bed, crying into his pillow as the rain fell against the window. he’d recently left his band, his mental state not very well. but he never came back home, going completely mia on everyone. i assumed it was the end of us since i got no calls or letters from him. his best mate, damon came over to our place to try and help me through it all, knowing how much in love with him i am. he’s tried ringing his parents but they haven’t heard from him either, worry growing from all of us.

i sob harder at the memories that flew all over my mind, the promises he made stabbing me in the heart.

“i promise you a ring one day, my love. i promise you the life you want.”

i’ve been staying in our shared house all day, not bothering to go out and socialize. just as i was dozing off from exhaustion, i heard a couple knocks on my door. i groan out and sluggishly get up, ready to send damon away.

“i’m not in the mood today, damon.” i mumble loud enough.

i swiftly unlock the door and swing it open, heart dropping once i see who it really is.

“hey..” graham said quietly.

“graham..h-how?”

“i got a bus here.”

he was soaking wet from the rain, glasses covered in droplets.

“you must be freezing, get in.” i step aside.

he saunters inside, eyes scanning the place like he’s never been here before.

i rush to grab him a towel and some of his clothes.

“here, get changed.”

“thanks.” he carefully took the clothes, heading towards the bathroom.

i started making a cup of tea for him, poor boy must be tired. i had many thoughts running in my head. where’d he run off to? why hasn’t he called anyone?

“i’m sorry.”

i turn around to look at him, his posture indicating he was scared.

“why? why did you do it?”

“i needed to get away. i-i couldn’t think straight being here.”

“why didn’t you call us? you had everyone worried. damon even called your parents, graham, they started to get a bit worried too. you left us all thinking bad stuff happened. i was scared.” my voice becoming quiet, trying to stop myself from crying.

“i needed to be alone-“

“i understand that, graham, but you just left without saying goodbye. i cried every night hoping you were okay. i assumed you were gone forever, that i’d never see you again. do you understand how that feels? the love of your life disappearing on you without saying anything? it fucking hurts, graham. you hurt me.” i sobbed.

he looked broken, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he caused me pain. he never wished to hurt me, never being his intention.

“every night?” his voice quivered.

“every night. i got no call, no letter, nothing.” i scoff.

“i-i would’ve but…i don’t know why i didn’t.” he was on the verge of tears.

“but i forgive you. i still love you, gra. so much, i was just very worried.”

“so you’ll take me back?”

“i’ll always take you back. it’s us forever.” i open my arms, inviting him for a hug.

he immediately accepts it, slowly walking to me. to feel his embrace again was very much needed.

“i love you, gra.” i kiss his cheek.

“i love you too, y/n. i’m so sorry.” he sobs into my neck.

i stood there rubbing his back as he sobbed. the tea kettle whistled which caused me to pull apart from him.

“now come on, have some tea.”

the rest of the day we spent in bed, cuddling as close as we could. his scent infiltrated my nostrils, my favorite scent in the world. his heart ached with love as he realized he missed me so much. he thought of me the whole time he was gone, still having no clue why he didn’t reach out. being gone for that long made him realize something about our relationship. that he was ready to propose.

[lazycats-stuff]

I thought I would write a bit about Corinthian. That man freaked me out at first with those teeth instead of eyes, but now I like him. So, some male!reader x Corinthian is coming.

Summary: The Corinthian helping his lover after a bad day at work

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing

(Y/N) stepped outside of his office and was immediately drenched from the rain. He cursed himself as he started walking home. He wanted to scream at the sky and the clouds. He didn't live far from his apartment where he lived with his boyfriend, the Corinthian.

He knew of his boyfriend's hobby, so to speak. He was a bit freak out at first thinking that he was going to hurt him, but Corinthian wasn't going to let that happen. Corinthian promised (Y/N) that he would never hurt him. (Y/N) believed him and they stayed together. Just recently he saw his eyes, or lack thereof.

That freaked him out for a second, but then he was fascinated. How did he able to see and he understood why he liked to take eyes. It put him at ease knowing who Corinthian is, despite being a living embodiment of a nightmare, or the living embodiment of dreams for serial killers. It all depends in the way you look at it.

As (Y/N) walked down the street completely wet and cold. His lips turned blue and his hands shook. His shoes were making the squelching sound and his feet were getting cold.

And to top it all off, his coworkers were assholes today. Nobody even stopped to think that he is a human and not a machine who is all mighty and can do everything. (Y/N) had hoped at moment that his boyfriend would be home. He really hoped because he wanted to cuddle his boyfriend.

While (Y/N) was walking home under the heavy rain, Corinthian was checking on the pizza in the oven. He wanted surprise his boyfriend by making his favorite food and later watching movies. And considering it was Friday and raining, Corinthian knew that (Y/N) would enjoy. He looked outside the window and frowned once he saw the intensity of the rain. Should he go pick him up?

He turned his head towards the door once he heard his lover, but a smile turned into a frown once he saw how wet he was.

" (Y/N)? Are you drenched? "

" Yeah... Just, can you help me? "

Corinthian immediately jumped in action. He took the wet jacket and shoes and put the shoes under the warm radiator and the jacket was going to go in the dryer.

" Lets go to the bathroom. You need a warm bath and I need to put your clothes in the dryer. "

" Is that a pizza in the oven? Did you plan to surprise me with dinner?"

" I did. I thought it would be nice. It has been a while since we had a date. Unfortunately, you have been swamped with work. "

" I'm sorry. "

" Hey- " Corinthian gently cupped (Y/N)'s face, " - don't apologize. You are human and it's normal to feel down sometimes. And I know that situation at work is awful right now, so don't apologize for being human. Take a warm shower so you don't freeze to death and then we are going to eat the pizza and cuddle while watching the movie. Okay? "

" Okay. "

And Corinthian was right. He watched the 5th element as (Y/N) was cuddled in blankets to keep him warm. He kissed (Y/N)'s forehead and put the blanket over him. (Y/N) laughed, but otherwise didn't protest. He knew there was no point either way, because Corinthian wasn't going to listen. The blankets stay wrapped around him until they go to bed.

[ga-yuu]

Kurama and Ibuki Sequel Cute moments Part 3

Yoshino is depressed because Ibuki's actions broke her heart.

Kurama: "............"

*Flies away*

Yoshino: "Kurama??"

(Maybe he thought I was annoying...)

Kurama: "Hey!"

Yoshino: "Ah!"

*Kurama throws small shiny items over her like rain*

*Yoshino is surprised and catches it*

Kurama: "Now smile."

Yoshino: "Huh?"

Kurama: "Smile the same way you smiled at me at the party that night."

Yoshino: "Ah..."

(Wait, is Kurama trying to cheer me up? Shiny items are Kurama's favorite things. The fact that he's sharing something valuable with me, means....)

Yoshino: *smiles bashfully at him*

Kurama: "Good. You don't have to do anything extra or change anything about yourself. Just be yourself."

..............

Yoshino: "Are you ready? I'm about to use my powers."

*touches Ibuki's palm so she can absorb his powers*

*Ibuki happily takes her hand and intersects his fingers between hers tightly*

Yoshino: *Blushing*

..............

Ibuki: "The reason why I started playing with humans is because I'm curious about them. Blame that on Seimei."

Yoshino: "Seimei?"

Ibuki: "Abe no Seimei. The greatest Onmyoji ever to live. He is Yasuchika's ancestor. It's been 300 years since his death I guess."

Ibuki: "I was, as usual destroying human villages out of boredom and then out of nowhere he shows up and challenges me to a game. 'If you can break my heart, you win. But if you manage to be friends with me, I win.' was what he said."

Ibuki: "The game went on until his death and ended before he could decide on the results."

Ibuki: "He's a persistent kinda guy. He gets drunk easily.....such an idiot."

(The fact that Ibuki still remembers the words he shared with Seimei even after 300 years is proof that Seimei is an irreplaceable person in Ibuki's life)

(I feel like Ibuki doesn't simply mess with people)

Yoshino: "The reason why you mess with humans....is because you want to test them to see their potential, right?"

Ibuki: "................"

Ibuki: *smiles* "Like Seimei, you're persistent too."

Yoshino: *blushing*

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Yasuchika: "So there is this drug being spread around in Kyoto."

Yoritomo: "Is the management in Kyoto that bad, your Majesty."

Ibuki: "I think that the main reason is because you're here in the Shogunate. Why didn't you go back to Kyoto?"

Akihito: ".............."

Yasuchika: "...................."

Akihito and Yasuchika looks at each other.

Kurama: "If you have something to say, then say it. I won't allow you to waste my time."

Yoshitsune: "Maybe his majesty and Yasuchika is worried about Ibuki?"

Akihito and Yasuchika: "..................."

Ibuki: "Hey?"

Yasuchika: ".........yes......."

Yasuchika: "Yep, pleasedon'ttrytoarguewithmeYoshitsune-sama!"

Akihito: "Yep! Ibuki isn't any pitiful demon who's going to lose to a curse just because we're not around, right?"

Yasuchika: "I myself was thinking about cursing me, if I see him losing pathetically."

Yasuchika and Akihito: "Yeah!"

Ibuki: "Oi!"

(It's hard to tell if they hate each other or tease each other)

(After all, the three of them have a special bond)