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Wanna See My Cat? - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: “Do you wanna see my cat?” You're not actually lying but he thinks it's a sexual innuendo.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, situationship-ish

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

a/n: I was contemplating on whether to actually add smut to this but I decided not to cause it's cuter this way and I think we could all agree there're plenty of bts smut but not enough fluff here! :D

Situationship was a funny concept. Either you commit or not, that was what you believed. Which was why you were not precisely proud to say that you was now in fact in one. 

In your defense it had only been what, three? Four weeks? A month or so? Min Yoongi was this nice guy your acquaintance introduced you to. Gentle, could be hilarious when he wanted to, and cute. Although he could be a little emotionless at times, mostly he was a really sweet guy and you liked him a lot. In your other defense, you did not believe what you had with him could be called as a situationship. It was just what your friends had been teasing you about. 

In the whole time of knowing him, you had been to total of three dates. The first being a casual “are you free for dinner after work?” kinda date, second a movie date, and third being a very chill cafe date. And in your opinion, you enjoyed all of them, you had the greatest of time chatting and spending quality time with him. But your friend kept teasing you otherwise. 

Apparently your dates were considered too boring, too innocent for today’s dating world standard. You had not even had your first kiss yet and one of your friends was already asking about his size. Evidently, wanting to take things slow was a crime nowadays and you were lowkey getting annoyed. 

Today though, your park date was cancelled due to the rain. You kept cursing to yourself at home when you saw Yoongi’s text telling you to do a literal rain check, seeing the thunderstorm. The outfit that you bought especially for the occasion failed to see the outside world. 

As you stood in front of the mirror, seeing the reflection gave you a weird idea. A small Siamese cat walking past your feet, meowing adorably. Your pet cat, Zuko. A cat whose existence wasn’t known by Yoongi yet. The lightbulb above your head lightened up. 

“Do you wanna see my cat?” You sent the text. 

**

Yoongi texted you to let you know that he had arrived at your place. You recalled last time he picked you up it took him around fifteen minutes but this time he only took ten. You wondered what made him arrive a lot quicker. 

You were giddy with excitement and took a screenshot to tell your friend. Instead of being excited and giddy for you, your friend sent a bunch of side-eye emojis. Well, they could be just teasing you but the chat bubble following afterwards had you wondering. 

“Woo! Give me a rating score later!!!” 

You crooked your head in confusion, but there was no time to ponder on your friend’s riddle when Yoongi was already waiting for you to open the front door. 

“Hey.”

That hey definitely did not have to sound that deep and hot. You had to gulped your saliva down upon seeing him in his comfortable clothes. Since when did wearing sweatpants and baggy t-shirt looked so good? And did he just had his hair cut or was it just you? So many questions pilling up in your head. 

You knew it was game over when he went in for a hug. Heavenly was the only words you could use to describe his smell. It was a mixture of his shampoo and his laundry detergent, and his intoxicating smell. It seemed like he didn’t even use any perfume. 

“What should we eat?” You said while smiling giddily. 

“I’m kinda craving some instant ramen?” He looked at you while lifting a shopping bag filled with a few packets of noodles. 

Your eyes beamed. “That sounds really nice actually with the weather and all.” 

“Alright cool.” He nodded. “Let’s cook?”

Yoongi was being extra touchy. You were boiling the water and he would swiftly grab the chopsticks in front of you from behind, making you feel his chest. You fully knew well that he could easily grab the utensils without doing that, but for some reason the demons were working hard at the moment. He even leaned his chin over your shoulder as you were chopping some sausages. At this point he could be doing it on purpose for all you knew. 

He did not stop when you both started to eat. From the smooth wiping your lips from food to feeding you. Who was this person and what had he done to Yoongi you might never know. 

Right after washing the dishes and escaping a few of Yoongi’s teases, you both chilled on the sofa. As you browsed through Netflix, you could sense him scooting closer to you. You could feel his body warmth that automatically made yours grew hotter as well. 

“What are we watching?” He asked with a husky voice. By this point he was hugging your waist and rested his body weight on you. 

“I was thinking some action? You love those right?”

“I do.” 

You paused. Why was the tone of his voice sounded slightly off and why was he looking at you funnily?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He broke into a small smile. “Nothing.”

“Stop or I’ll make you watch Puss in Boots!” You whined. 

And then it hit you. The cat! You were too busy being swayed, head in the clouds, fantasizing, that you forgot why he was initially visiting you in your apartment.

“My cat!” You exclaimed loudly, which made Yoongi jumped and sat back up from his position. 

You missed the look of confusion in Yoongi’s face as you ran quickly to your room to pick up the furball in your bedroom. 

“I can’t believe I forgot about him!” You chuckled with your pet now in your arms. “He doesn’t like roaming around, he mostly sleeps in my room.”

Yoongi just looked at you, quizzically. As if he could not believe his eyes. 

“Meet Zuko!” You smiled, proudly showing your cat. “Zuko, meet Yoongi.” You giggled and shoved the cat to the man’s hands. 

He stared at the cat blankly for a good few seconds before gently petting the creature’s head. 

“Uh, hi.” He said, sounding lightly awkward. “He’s actually really cute.”

“I know right!” You grinned. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Sure.” He said, sounding a little unsure. 

The man sat down with your cat on his lap, slowly stroking the soft white fur of its tiny body. You bent down, sat on the carpet on his knee level to pet the cat. Somehow seeing you smile lovingly at the cat made Yoongi’s lips curled into a soft smile as well. 

“You’re adorable.” Yoongi said. 

“He’s the cutest cat, I know.”

“No, I mean you.” 

“Oh.” You shyly looked away, hoping the nervous giggles did not give it away. “Thank you.” 

Yoongi chuckled and huffed a sigh. “I can’t believe there’s actually a cat.”

“Huh?” You crooked your head to the side, wondering what the guy meant by that. “Of course there is? What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He laughed. “You don’t know?”

“Uh, no?” 

He ruffled your hair and laughed again, this time a little bit louder than before. You were still stunned, too confused to process when he quickly pulled you in and kissed your forehead. Suddenly you did not want to protest about how messy he just made your hair. 

“It’s alright, maybe next time.” 

You covered your face with both of your palms.  “What’s with you today?!” You said with your hands still covering your face. 

“I like you.” He shrugged. “Might not be the most animated guy out there so I’m just letting you know.”

“Yeah, which is why I’m so confused with you today???” You said with flushed face. “Oh my god, that’s not the point though! I like you too!”

He chuckled. “Let’s just get back to the movie?”

The vibe after that conversation calmed down. Maybe it was the whole letting-the-cat-out-of-the-bag thing on your feelings making the air less thick. You ended up just cuddling, snuggling to each other while watching The Notebook. You both hated romance movies, but somehow finished the entire movie anyway after you misclicked it in the first place. It was nice and warm being in Yoongi’s arms and you were afraid you wouldn’t want to ever let go. 

And it was finally time for him to go home. Crazy how you did not notice the time went by so fast. Heck, you didn’t even notice the screen was already playing another movie. How could you when Yoongi was caressing your hair ever so gently? Goodness gracious. 

“Hey, I have to go now. Meeting in an hour, remember?” He tapped your shoulder. 

“I’m not letting you go.” You whined, hugging him tighter. 

He laughed. “Silly, I can come again tomorrow.”

You sat back up and looked at him. “Really???”

“I mean yeah, you don’t have work on Sunday, right?” He smiled. “If you want to, that is.”

“I want to.” You giggled. 

He flashed his gummy smile one more time before getting up from your couch. You walked with him to the door and waited for him to grab his jacket. The whole time you were stalling, asking him the most random questions, and made the silliest remarks. You just didn’t want him to go home yet, especially after finding out that he liked you too. 

“As much as I’d love to talk more about how much I disliked the whole education system, I really have to go now.” He chuckled. 

“Okay.” You pouted. You watch as he got up from tying his shoelaces. 

He huffed a sigh and smiled. “Come closer.”

You did as told without thinking and in a quick seconds, somehow you were pulled into a soft kiss. It was a soft peck and you could feel his smile through it. He didn’t gave you a chance to react as he swiftly let go. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“Come on…” You whined again and covered your face in awkwardness, and he could only laugh at you. “Go! Before I lock you up!”

“I’ll text you.” He waved and you finally closed your door. 

You found yourself giggling and smiling to yourself like an idiot. This was new. Whatever in the fresh hell was that, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you were into this somewhat bold and flirty side of him. 

You casually walked back to your couch and switched the tv to youtube. As you let random science podcast video play, you decided to check your phone, realizing you had not text your friend back yet. 

“What do you mean by giving a score?”

Your friend replied almost too immediately. You were shocked to see the usage of caps lock. 

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW??????!!!!! WTF???”

“Okay, explain?????”

“Poor Yoongi has to deal with your dumbass 😔” 

“Shut up 🖕🖕🖕”

“It’s a code. You say that instead of asking to come over and have sex. Basically the new netflix and chill.”

“… okay. OKAY???!!!!!!”

“Bestie, did something happen though??? 😍”

“SO THAT’S WHY HE TOLD ME HE WAS SURPRISED THAT THERE WAS ACTUALLY A CAT???? OMFGGGGGG!!!!!! ASFDKSPSKSG 😭😭😭”

You put down your phone to muffle your tiny scream with your knuckles. You recalled him mentioning a next time. Then you also recalled him wanting to come over again tomorrow. Needless to say, it was finally time to let out that one cute underwear you had been keeping in your drawer for months.

Thank you for reading! 🐈‍⬛💕

[earthtooz]

x : I KNOW I LOVE YOU ! :*+ﾟ all or nothing, i want all of you!:

aka moments that the bllk boys knew they loved you ! ╰┈➤ with nagi, itoshi rin, and reo mikage !

warnings: gn!reader, no pronouns, mentions of food in all three, swearing in rin's + he's kind of mean but like that's just who he is and i don't want to fix him for it <3, fluff for all 3, sickness in nagi's, i think that's all the warnings, lmk otherwise!

a/n: last fic of 2022, i gasped when i saw that photo of beomgyu BYEEEE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH tumblr deserves to see him!!! reblogs appreciated :( the ratio of reblogs to likes is so sad sometimes so pls, if you enjoyed this fic, pls take the time to reblog - no matter how small or big ur blog is!!! rblgs is the best way to motivate ur favourite writers + help their works circulate around this site so always pls consider reblogging!

NAGI SEISHIRO: knew he loved you when you took care of him when he was sick.

nagi stirs awake with a groan, immediately engulfed by an insufferable warmth that caused him to kick the covers off his body.

as he shuffles to get comfortable again, he registers sounds coming from his kitchen, something he doesn't bother to investigate because he's hit by the dryness of his throat. glancing to his bedside table, there sat a glass of water that was practically calling his name, an offer he couldn't resist as he downed the drink in four seconds.

he then cringes at the stinging of his head.

so the headache still hasn't passed. what a pain.

he wants to go back to bed, to give in to the comfiness of his pillow and return to dreamland where his head wouldn't kill him. but, with the clanging and sizzling coming from the kitchen, it wouldn't hurt to check out what was happening, right?

dawdling out of bed, he slowly but surely makes his way to his door, opening it quietly before heading out into the kitchen, where you stood by the stove.

you were dancing to your playlist that was faintly playing in the background whilst tending to the pans on the stove top. one had eggs and spam, the other was boiling some instant noodles.

what were you doing here?

he's shortly flooded by recollections of what happened hours prior. nagi had invited you over to spend the day with him at his apartment but minutes before you arrived, he felt light-headed and dizzy. when he opened the door for you, he practically collapsed in your arms, and that was where the memory ended.

the fact that you stayed rather than simply going home to let him take care of himself warmed nagi, filling him with a feeling that he forgot long ago.

something like comfort.

"oh my god!" you exclaim, placing a hand to your chest at the sudden sight of a 6'3 man looming at the entrance of the kitchen. "sei, don't do that!"

turning off the fire, you quickly make your way to him, placing the back of your hand against his forehead.

it's still a little warm. he thought he just had a headache, did he have a fever? is that why he collapsed?

he should be grateful that he's not him taking care of himself.

"how do you feel?" you ask, brushing his hair back from his skin. he pouts slightly, leaning into your touch.

"my head is killing me," he murmurs, about to slouch on to you when you abruptly step away to fish for something in a plastic bag on the counter.

at the lack of your touch, he groans to protest, but you show him a small box you bought. painkillers.

did you go out and buy him stuff whilst he was asleep? just how good are you? what did he do to deserve you?

"take two pills and i'll prepare your food for you," you tell him before grabbing a bowl, a plate and chopsticks. nagi simply watches as you plate the goods, his stomach aching for your food whilst you sprinkle some nori over his ramen. the fried spam and eggs smelled divine.

soon enough, you sit him down at his two-person dining table before ambling away to clean up.

he misses you even more when he takes a bite of his food. nagi hasn’t had anyone take care of him in so long, not in the way that mattered at least. sure, he wouldn’t trade the world for reo and all he gives him, and he's thankful to his parents for the funds they've given him, but you take care of him because you want to. there’s no ‘dream’ you’re gaining using him as an asset, everything you've done, you've done for him to feel better.

and when nagi combines all the ingredients together in one bite, he’s filled with the love that homemade food provides, even if its just instant ramen with a little more nutrients. 

it’s more delicious than his ‘win’ yoghurts could ever be and nagi can’t go back now.

when you return, the white-haired beams at you as you take a seat beside him, your chin leaning into your palm as you brush a hand through his tangled locks. 

“how are you feeling, sei?” you question softly.

“amazing.” he says before digging back in. 

his eagerness causes a small laugh to slip and nagi perks up at the delightful sound, watching the way your nose crinkles and your lips part. then, he grabs some noodles and offers them to you, a gift you gladly take, humming at the taste. he does the same for the egg and spam and as he watches you with adoration in his eyes, he can't help but be overfilled with love.

“thank you,” mutters nagi.

“you’re welcome. now eat up and feel better, genius.” 

his words of gratitude have far deeper meaning than you realise, but nagi has a while to show you just how thankful he was for you.

ITOSHI RIN: knew he loved you when your company was something he didn't get tired of.

at 10 am, there’s a knock on the door to rin’s apartment.

he’s knows who it is before even greeting said person, and when your smiling face appears on the other side of the door, rin can’t help the excitement bubbling in his chest, signified through the small smile he tries to fight down.

“hi rin,” you greet, stepping forward to press a kiss against his cheek. that smile of his widens. 

“hello.” 

the dark-haired opens his arms expectantly and you drop three hoodies on them, all of them were his and freshly washed. he rolls his eyes.

“i wanted a hug,” scoffed rin.

“oh,” you laughed before throwing your arms around his torso, staying there like that for a few moments before separating. “anyhow, i should probably get going. i’ll see you-”

“why aren’t you staying?” he asks, coming off as more of a demand.

“because we didn’t plan for it?” 

“you should stay and watch a movie.” 

“aww does rinnie not have anything else to do?” you say with a mocking tone, but it’s all lighthearted and fun, especially when he pulls you in his apartment and locks the door behind you.

“shut up. go pick a movie.”

approximately ten minutes later, you’re curled up on the couch with rin lying over your body, peacefully splayed with his chest resting on your sternum whilst you absentmindedly play with his hair, too engaged in the movie. 

rin, on the other hand, didn’t find any enjoyment in your choice at all. “why the fuck are we watching ‘it’?” he asked, shuffling a little, causing you to stifle a giggle due to his movements. 

you shrug. “it just popped up. thought you liked horror movies.”

“horror movies that aren’t shit.” 

“touché. now shut up, i want to watch.” 

he grumbles something before relaxing into you again, more focused on the sound of your heartbeat than the events of the movie. eventually, the even beats lulls him into a light slumber, fast asleep despite the way it sometimes speeds in anticipation.

you, on the other hand, realise that he’s fallen asleep due to the slight wheezes he lets out, not loud enough to border a snore, but not peaceful enough to simply be breathing.

when the movie finishes, you shake him lightly to stir him from his sleep and when you meet his slightly hazy gaze, you feel a little bad for waking him. 

“the movie’s done, i should get going now,” you mutter, setting your hands on his shoulders as to push him off, but as soon as you announce your plans of leaving, rin holds on even tighter to your body. “hey! get off!” you try your best to push him away despite your laughter that ripples through the air.

“you should stay for lunch,” suggests your boyfriend, who rests his chin on your sternum. his eyes were practically pleading for you to agree, shining with hope.

he’s lucky you have nothing to do today, and that you were hungry.

when you roll your eyes and put your hands up in mock surrender, rin can’t help but smile a little, giddy at the idea of being able to spend more time with you.

hold on- since when was he happy at the idea of spending more time with anyone?

“shall we eat here or out?” you asked, your hands resuming threading through rin’s hair again. it was so smooth, what did he use in it? smelt nice too. 

“here. too lazy.”

after a few minutes of deciding what to eat, the delivery showed up rather quickly at his apartment. when you both settled down to eat, rin couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, unable to help but think about how nice it was to be in your company and simply exist. he wants to do this for the rest of his life. 

you seem to have other plans. 

“so,�� you begin, plate now empty. “i’m probably going to head home now-”

“wait, what? no.”

“no?” 

“i paid for lunch, you should repay me by keeping me company.”

with a huff, you cross your arms. “okay mr athlete’s salary, i’ll transfer you-”

“-can’t you just stay a little longer?”

“ask nicely.”

“can’t you please just stay a little longer?”

“if you insist,” you sigh dramatically, batting your eyelashes at him jokingly. rin scoffs. “what do you want to do?”

you actually ended up doing nothing for the next few hours, simply scrolling on your phone whilst laid on rin’s lap. he’s resorted to watching some past recorded matches, sometimes of himself, sometimes of other notable soccer athletes. 

the sun was now beginning to set and having been here since 10 am, you were beginning to feel bored out of your mind. 

you were also beginning to feel as if you were burdening rin with your company so, with a yawn, you begin to sit up. the athlete pauses his video and looks at you curiously. 

“i should get going now,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“what?”

“i said i should get going now,” you repeat.

“no, no, i heard you the first time,” he mutters, a little bite in his tone. “why?”

“cause we’re not doing anything? plus i’m bored out of my mind and need some fresh air.” 

“then we can get fresh air together, you don’t have to leave yet.”

“you’re real insistent on keeping me here, guess you just like me too much, huh?”

rin leans in closer to your shit-eating grin, placing a hand on your cheek to press a fleeting kiss to your lips, one that leaves you wanting more. 

then you find yourself on the rooftop of his apartment complex, one that overlooks the beautiful horizon of tokyo and leaves you breathless as you gaze over the beautiful sight of the sunset colours bleeding together. with itoshi rin by your side, it feels even better.

leaning on his shoulder, you were not aware that your boyfriend’s eyes were admiring you instead of the sunset before you. he takes his time breathing the sight of you in, how beautiful you look with the hues of orange painting your skin. 

it’s funny. rin feels so purposeful with you, like he was made to be by your side and nowhere else.

maybe he should ask you to move in.

MIKAGE REO: knew he loved you when you cared about him, not his image.

he's not used to this, the feeling of being adored for who he was rather than what he was. you don't like him because he's rich, that he was a spawn of a billionaire, you don't like him because he's a talented soccer player either. you like him because he's funny, unique, generous, and despite his self-centred upbringing, ironically selfless in his own way.

the trained smile and behaviour that reo plasters on every morning crumbles whenever he's around you.

he greets you at the park you agreed to meet up at and you return his wave with a smile, pulling your scarf down from your mouth where you were attempting to warm yourself from the cold.

"hi," you mumble, dancing a little from side to side to shake the jitters of the cold away.

"hi, i didn't keep you waiting too long, did i?" he asks.

you shake your head. "no, i just forgot some extra layers. i thought my gloves were in this coat too but i must have been mistaken."

reo frowns at your ice-bitten demeanour, feeling a sudden urge to wrap you up, give you all his warmth and shield you from the winter weather.

"anyways," your voice breaks his thoughts. "have you eaten yet?"

he widens his eyes a little in shock, taken aback by your question, one clearly asked out of care and affection. you were the one freezing your ass off due to your own negligence yet you had the nerve to ask if he had taken care of himself.

instead of asking about the latest product mikage corporations released- a news segment that was taking the business world by storm, you ask reo if he had eaten.

strange. he feels strange. it's nice.

"no, not since breakfast," he coughs after his mouth had caught up to his mind.

you tug at his arm gently, "then c'mon, there's a nearby 7/11. i hope they have sweet potato, we can get two for the both of us!"

the purple-haired can't fight the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth, obliging happily with your requests as he allows you to pull him in the direction of the store. before you could leave the park, however, reo skids to a stop, dragging you back to him.

ignoring your curious gaze, he nimbly goes to take the wool gloves off of his hands. when one is off, he swiftly grabs your wrist to thread your fingers through the fabric, all whilst you actively ignore how warm reo's hands are and how soft they are when they encompass your wrist. his fingertips leave trials of fire burning on your skin but you don't jump back from the sensation. instead, you let it happen.

his gloves are a tad bit too big for your hands, but you feel warm immediately. whether that's a direct result of the gloves or not, you don't really want to know.

"this okay?" asks reo, gaze meeting yours. you try to trick yourself into believing that the softness of his expression was because of the wind, and that the snow was playing tricks on your eyes.

swallowing thickly, you nod. "won't you be cold?"

he wriggles his fingers slightly before shrugging.

with a small chuckle, you grab his bare ones and bundle them together with yours, a weak attempt at sharing warmth.

but, reo appreciates it nevertheless, smiling at how focused you seemed to be when caring for him.

[daisynik7]

Hi, hi, hiiiii!! first of all, I hope you are doing fine! So, um, if it's alright with you I have two requests. One with Eren and the second with Geto.

for geto's I picked Try by Nelly Furtado, (https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/1kS9d4x0ftbfq65eaBGSCT?si=2533cca641954131) a fluff/comfort with a bit of smut (of course) where Geto feels a bit guilty for not being as ingaged in the relationship as reader because of all the stuff he had been through and how bad it affected it (he is madly in love with reader, but, you know). so when he vocalizes his thoughts and feelings reader (who is just as in love and crazy about him) comforts him and makes him understand that she's willing to take all what he has to offer, with no pressure at all and that she will never give up on him and helps him get better. it's kind of, I'll be by yourself and support you while you fix yourself vibe.

aaaand for Eren Iris by goo goo dolls, a fluffy fluff with smut about the moment Eren realizes how deeply in love he is with reader and that he's ready to do anything for her.

No pressure of course!! and thank you so much!

Try

Pairing: Suguru Geto x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: no curses au, modern setting au, descriptions of anxiety and depression, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), cunnilingus, fingering

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting a song for my y2k karaoke party @ichinosejager13! Ily so much, thanks for always being so supportive of me. I appreciate you so much and I hope I did your idea justice! I haven’t written much for Geto, so it’s been fun doing something a little different. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated. Thank you for reading! MDNI interact banner by @/cafekitsune.

The Eren request will be coming soon in a separate post! 

Geto lies in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully with his hair spread loosely on the pillow. 

You twirl a strand of it between your fingers, marveling at how soft it is against your skin. It’s the longest it’s ever been, split-ends frayed at the tips. When’s the last time he had a trim? Must have been months ago, so long that you don’t even remember. 

You study his face, noticing the dried streaks of tears on his cheeks, the dark circles under his eyes. It’s only now that you recall last night’s heavy conversation, the reason behind his somber expression. 

~~~

The two of you eat dinner in silence, poking chopsticks into greasy take-out containers from your favorite Chinese restaurant. Geto sits across from you, staring blankly at his chow mein, barely putting anything in his mouth. The light bulb above you, the one illuminating the dining table, flickers. Out loud, you say, “Need to change that out.” 

It’s meant more as a reminder for yourself, not to your boyfriend. You notice him throw the container haphazardly on the table, breathing staggered. “I’m sorry.”

Confused, you set down your food, focusing on him. “Suguru?”

“I can’t do this. You don’t deserve this,” he mutters.

More perplexed, you stand up, stepping towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sweetie, what are you talking about?”

He continues to stare into his lap, voice low and eerily monotone. “I can’t make you happy anymore.”

“What do you mean? I’m so happy. I really am.”

“How can you be happy with someone like me?!” He sniffles, tears dripping down his chin now. “Broken light bulbs, dinners in silence, a fucking loser who can’t even get out of his own fucking house. Who could ever love someone like me?”

Your heart aches, throat tight with emotions. It’s devastating to hear him talk this way about himself, to hear how low he’s sunken into the abyss. For as long as you’ve known him, Geto has always been forward about his struggles with anxiety and depression. He’s been an advocate for medication from the start, making it clear when you first started dated that he was on them. A few months ago he decided to wean off the pills, confident he was in a much better place. You supported his choice, encouraging him to do what he felt was best for himself.

He began to spiral about four weeks ago, when he was laid off from his job. That same week, he learned that his parents, who he hasn’t contacted in years, have passed away. A couple days ago, Satoru Gojo, his oldest and closest friend, walked out of his life for reasons Geto is still trying to comprehend. It was hit after hit after hit, and finally, he was knocked out.

But that doesn’t mean you won’t try to pull him back up. 

“Suguru, I love you. I love you so much, I promise you. I’m going to be here for you, no matter what,” you say, squeezing him.

Finally, he looks at you, defeated and in need of comfort. “You won’t leave me like everyone else did?”

You take him into your hands, kissing his forehead. “No, sweetie. I won’t.”

“And you’ll love me even when I’m broken?”

You nod with your nose nuzzled to his. “I’ll love you no matter what. You’re not broken. You don’t need to be fixed.”

You wrap your arms around him, holding him tenderly as he sobs into your shoulder. “I want to be better. For you. For us,” he cries. “I’m trying my best, I really am.”

“I know you are. I know you are, Sugu,” you say, stroking his hair. “I don’t need anything more than that.”

You spend the rest of the night consoling him, listening to him share every emotion and thought he has in his head. The guilt of his parents’ death, the shame he feels being unemployed, the confusion at the sudden departure of Gojo. You don’t have answers to any of the questions that plague his mind, but he doesn’t expect you to. You offer as much comfort as you can, holding him in your arms, brushing away the incessant tears falling from his face, kissing every inch of him as if you were kid, thinking it would heal any of his boo-boos. Eventually, the two of you fall asleep together in your bed, snuggled under the blanket, cradled in each other’s arms. 

~~~

It's been almost an hour now, listening to his steady breathing, watching the delicate flutter in his eyelashes, hoping he’s having a tranquil rest. You press a soft kiss to his forehead with no intention of waking him up. Yet, he slowly opens his eyes, a faint smile forming at his lips when he realizes it’s you.

“Good morning,” you whisper. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be. You’re the best thing to wake up to.” He locks his fingers with yours, shifting his body to face you. “Have you been up for a while?”

You lie, shaking your head. “No, I just woke up.”

He brushes the outline of your lips with his thumb, smile growing. “Liar. You’ve been watching me sleep.”

You giggle, nestling into his chest, hiding your face. “Okay, you caught me.”

His chin rests on the top of your head, his arms surrounding you in a loving embrace. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“I told you, Sugu. Stop apologizing –”

“I know, I know. Still, I want to make it up to you somehow.”

You untuck yourself from his chest, peering up at him. “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“I just want you, Suguru. Just you.”

He smiles, shimmying down the bed to meet your lips with his. “I can give you that.”

It happens quickly; Geto strips you naked in a matter of seconds, positioned between your thighs, hidden beneath the covers. He starts to lick your clit gently at first, teasing it until it’s swelling on his tongue. You shrug the blanket off enough to see his face, indulging in your arousal, eyes gazing at you, lips curved in a naughty little smirk. He makes sure to eat you out noisily, sucking on your bud with a loud smack every time he draws it from his mouth, slurping the slick leaking from your slit. Soon, his fingers are inside you, the tips curled at your sweet spot, stimulating it until you’re gushing all over his face. 

He collects all your cum on his tongue, swallowing it. “Fuck, you always get so wet for me, he moans, kneeling in front of you. He shoves his underwear down his legs, stroking his stiff cock in his fist. “I want to make you feel so good, baby. Give you everything I have.”

“You always make me feel good,” you whimper, reaching for him.

Holding your hand in his, he brings it up to his mouth, brushing your knuckles against his lips. “I love you so much, sweetie. I wish I could show it better.”

“You do,” you assure him. “You always make me feel loved.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, surrounding you with his body, rolling you on top of him. 

“I’m positive,” you reply, smiling at him. You lean down to kiss him while you straddle his lap, teasing your swollen clit along his shaft. 

“I love you so much,” he breathes out, closing his eyes, relaxing into the mattress as you pleasure him. “You’re always so good to me.”

You sink down on his cock, adjusting to his size slowly until your ass is pressed to his pelvis. He’s buried deep inside you, your pussy squeezing him tight. He plants his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you at an even pace. 

“Honey,” he hisses, wrapping his arms around you, picking up speed. You barely move as he fucks you earnestly, bed creaking noisily below you, fingers pressed firmly to your clit. He flicks it with the wide pad of his thumb, staring at you with a hazy expression. “Come on my cock, baby. I want to watch you squirt all over me.”

On demand, you approach your climax, riding your orgasm out on his lap until you’re spent. He keeps himself inside you as you collapse on top of him, catching your breath. His hands trail up to your back, massaging soothing circles against your skin. 

With his mouth grazing your ear, he whispers, “I’m going to be better a better boyfriend to you. I promise. I’ll do whatever I can, so I don’t lose you.”

You turn your head to face him, smiling. “You won’t lose me, Suguru. I’ll always be here for you.”

[ptq3000]

bakugo x fem!reader

reader's period fucking sucks. im on my period so this is a lil comfort for me

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it had been a shitty day. you woke up this morning laying in your bed when you felt super sweaty down there. you didn't think anything of it and went to use the bathroom. yet, you were met by your period.

you went on with your day, having to quickly run to the bathroom after classes due to the heavy blood flow. cramps were an asshole, like usual. the only thing you wished was different about your cramps was where it happened.

and maybe if cramps didn't exist.

you had them everywhere. in the front. on your back. even on your tits. it was terrible on you as you had no energy for anyone today.

after classes, you changed as quickly as possible and passed out on your bed. the soft mattress was always comfort for you.

...

it was dinnertime now. everyone that had retreated to their dorms were now in the common area as they awaited dinner. once it was ready, everyone sat down as usual.

"hey, mina, have you seen y/n yet? she didn't answer my texts." denki asked. "no, she's not answering mine either." this caught the attention of some as they now stopped their separate conversations to express their concern.

"someone call l/n once more and if she doesn't answer, i'll go to her dorm to see if she's ok." iida explains to the class.

mina nodded and went to your contact.

"im right here, don't call me." you spooked everyone as they all looked at you. your hair was put up into a bun which was messy after your nap. your t-shirt was riding up, showing the shorts you had on. you had marks all over your body from sleeping in one spot for a while. you looked tired as your face twisted into one of pain. cramps.

everyone went back to their business knowing that you were somewhat fine.

you slowly went to the kitchen and grab yourself a plate of what was for dinner. you found a seat at the end of the table and started eating slowly. halfway through, you dropped your chopsticks as the pain suddenly came over you. you wince and hold your stomach.

you mutter to yourself about how your fucking cramps need to stop and you start to breathe quicker than normal.

nobody notices over the chatter. except for one person.

bakugo stands up and walks over to the medicine cabinet. he pulls out pain meds and he fills a glass of water. he walks over to you and hands it to you with a scowl on his face. you know he means good so you take the pills and water from his hands.

you swallow the pills and gulp down the water without a problem. "thank y-" you didn't even finish your sentence before another wave of pain is sent through your body.

he walks off and goes back to his spot. he walks back and kicks out a classmate from their spot next to you. "what are you-" you start but stop as he glares at you. now that bakugo was sitting next to you, he reached his hand out to your stomach. testing the waters, almost. when you showed no signs of discomfort from his hand, he gently put it on your stomach and activated his quirk a little to heat up his hand.

the warmth drowned out the pain of your cramps. if this was going to happen everytime you had your period, you honestly wouldn't mind it.

"thank you, bakugo." you quietly thank him with a smile.

"tch, it's nothing you idiot." he mutters.

yeah, you wouldn't mind.

[randomprose]

// part 3 of platonic itafushikugi. set after the kyoto goodwill school event//

i. the one where nobara and megumi cope | ii. the one about yuuji

In the days concluding the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, Nobara and Yuuji had camped in the infirmary beside a bed-ridden Megumi until Shoko declared him clear of all the residue of the cursed buds that special grade curse planted in him and promptly kicked them all out. 

They insisted on hanging out in Megumi’s room after that, even taking all their meals together by his bedside.

Nobara and Yuuji enter his room each carrying breakfast trays with bowls of food. Nobara’s has two bowls of gyudon over rice, two bowls of miso soup, and a plate of meatballs which she puts down on the floor as she sits down. Yuuji puts his tray over at Megumi’s lap and the latter frowns when he sees it only has a bowl of clear soup and a plate of cut-up fruits on the side.

“The pizza last time might have been a bad idea,” Yuuji sheepishly says as he sits down in front of Nobara who’s already dug in.

Megumi makes an annoyed noise but doesn’t contest. He did end up throwing up later in the day after that box of pizza.

“Ieri-san said you no greasy food and nothing too heavy for a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” Megumi grumbles as he brings the bowl to his lip, sipping at the broth miserably. 

Yuuji tells him it’s bone broth. It’s not bad. It’s quite good even. Just the right amount of flavor even without meat and just a couple of sliced vegetables. Yuuji is a decent cook and Megumi has yet to eat anything bad he’s made. It’s just that…his mouth is looking for something more as he looks down and sees Nobara pick up a meatball with her chopsticks.

“Hey, is that—”

“Not for you and yes it’s Itadori’s ginger meatballs,” Nobara cuts Megumi off and is unaffected by the following scowl. “You can have a bit of rice but that’s it. No meat for you yet.”

“Tch. You didn’t even help make these. Who made you in charge?”

“Hey!” Nobara points her chopsticks menacingly at Megumi. “I helped!”

“Bringing the food here doesn’t count.”

“I cut up the fruits!”

“Oh, yeah. Big help.”

“Alright then, tough guy. I’ll do the cooking next time. See how you like it.”

“That’s—” Megumi deflates, remembering the last time Nobara was in charge of dinner. “Right. Sorry. Don’t do the cooking ever.”

“That’s what I thought, you—hey!” Nobara flicks a grain of rice at Megumi. “What’s wrong with my cooking?!”

Nobara and Megumi argue throughout dinner while Yuuji laughs, glad that he isn’t the one involved in the argument and genuinely finding his friends’ verbal sparring hilarious. Nobara ends up caving towards the end of it and granting Megumi half of a meatball. She thinks his small, content smile while he chews on the bit of meat is a good consolation and reminds herself to make him take a stomach pill before bed.

Megumi attempts to get up and help with the clean up but Yuuji gently pushes him down.

“What are you doing, moron?” Nobara scolds him as she stacks up the bowls. “Don’t worry about it. We got this. Just stay right there and don’t move.”

“Sorry, Fushiguro. Doctor’s orders and honestly I’m kinda scared of Ieri-san.”

Megumi doesn’t hide the displease on his face and his tone when he says, “I’m not an invalid.”

“Well, you kinda are right now. So.” She shrugs. “Just do as we say and don’t get in our way. At the rate we’re going, you’ll find a way to repay one of us sooner or later.”

This practice of not letting Megumi do anything continues. Yuuji and Nobara are practically at his every beck and call, albeit very reluctantly and outwardly annoyed on the latter’s part, even for the simplest things like getting the TV remote or handing him his phone after it finished charging. And for someone who’s used to doing everything practically on his own since he was a child, it’s just about driving Megumi up the wall and near insanity. They only finally let up on him when he bursts out after Yuuji tries helping him go to the toilet.

“I can fucking pee on my own, Itadori!”

Yuuji’s hands are frozen to where he is moving to help Megumi up. His hands drop to his sides with a deflated “Oh. Right. Sorry.” and Megumi soldiers through the guilt of blowing up on his friend’s face who he knows only has the best of intentions.

Megumi throws his feet over the bed and just barely keeps from wincing at the sharp pain that shoots to his sides. He braces a hand against his bedside table, white-knuckling the edge, as he psyches himself to stand up. When he does, un unbearable pain flares up in his torso and he stumbles back to his bed with a gasp and a shiver as his body breaks out in cold sweat.

Nobara, who’s standing by the side watching the scene unfold, has finally had it and lets out an annoyed ‘tch’. 

“Itadori,” she calls out to the boy hovering unsure by the bed and looking helplessly at Megumi. “Help him up.”

“I said I can—”

“Listen, dipshit. The sooner you recover, the sooner you can get us out of your hair,” she says, leveling Megumi with her meanest glare. “Now, do as we say and just be grateful you have two wonderful friends taking care of you.” 

“Fushiguro?” Yuuji calls out, still hesitant. “Can I…?”

Megumi doesn’t answer for a bit as he catches his breath and lets the pain slowly subside. It’s silent except for his heaving breaths while Yuuji and Nobara just hover at the side. 

“You’re right,” he sighs after a while, sounding resigned. “I…I’m sorry. I am grateful. Really, I am. It’s just—I…” He seems to struggle for a bit, trying to find his words before he settles with a quiet, “Thanks.” 

“Hm? What’s that? I don’t think we heard you.” Nobara teases, cupping a hand over her ear. “Right, Itadori?” 

“Yeah, we didn’t quite catch that, dude. The cicadas are really loud tonight. Say that again?”

Megumi, still half lying down, turns his head to glare at them. “You guys suck. Get out of my room.” His glare eases up when he remembers that he still has to pee. “Right after Itadori helps me to the bathroom.”

--

For some reason, there’s an unspoken rule that Nobara is in charge of cleaning and changing Megumi’s bandage, and once, in a rare act of charity, she offers to wash his hair.

Megumi agrees and lets her if only because he’s already feeling really gross and bothered by how long he hasn’t washed his hair since he can’t take a shower lest he wets his bandages. 

With Yuuji’s help, they get him settled over his sink. Someone has the foresight to put a rolled-up towel by the sink’s edge so Megumi’s nape has something to rest on instead of directly on the cold hard porcelain. 

Nobara makes a face at the 3-in-1 drugstore shampoo she discovers Megumi uses and promptly decides that will not do. She leaves Megumi, head tilted back with his hair under the running tap, and returns with two bottles.

“Listen, I normally don’t like to share my products because they’re expensive but I’ll make an exception just this once.” She puts the bottles by the sink and pops open the cap in one of them. “Sakura scent, okay? You’re not allergic or anything?”

“No, it’s fine, but what’s wrong with my shampoo?”

“Fushiguro, you use the cheap 3-in-1 drugstore kind,” Nobara says in a tone that implies something is very wrong with that. “What, do you also use it as a body wash?”

“Well.” Megumi looks at Nobara like the answer is obvious. “Yeah.” 

“Dude,” Yuuji says with the same horrified look Nobara is giving Megumi. “Why do you hate yourself?”

“Damn.” Why did I think Gojo-sensei raised you better than this.”

“What? It’s economical!” Megumi reasons, sounding defensive when even Yuuji comments on it. “And it was on sale!”

“Man, at least get a proper conditioner.”

“Shut up, Itadori. As if you don’t buy your toiletries at the sale bin.”

“Excuse you! I take my hair care very seriously! How do you think I keep my hair healthy after consistently dying it?” Yuuji jumps to his defense. “Plus! It’s strawberry-scented! Sometimes peach. To match the color to the smell. Also because I like smelling fruity.”

“Yeah, you’re fruity alright.” Nobara snickers which pries a chuckle out of Megumi as well. “But good job on that, Itadori. I’m actually kind of proud of you right now.”

“Thank you.”

Nobara’s hands are thorough as they card through Megumi’s head with her Sakura-scented shampoo—which Megumi will admit does smell way better than his ‘sporty aquatic aroma with clean citrus notes, underlined with warm woods and musk’ and whatever masculine bullshit scent was listed on it shampoo. He fingers massages his scalp with short trimmed nails lightly scratching at it in a way that has Megumi closing his eyes for reasons other than to not get the suds on his eyes. That coupled with her and Yuuji’s low conversing voice and the sound of running water as she rinses his hair to apply conditioner next is enough to lull Megumi to a half sleep.

A couple more minutes later, Megumi feels a light tap on the side of his face and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Nobara tells him she’s done and doesn’t comment on his dazed eyes as they help him sit up so Yuuji can towel dry his hair. 

Megumi fully wakes when Nobara and Yuuji laugh themselves to tears at his wet look, and then again at his towel-dried hair, before Nobara finally blow-dried it for him—at which point they realize Megumi’s hair just spikes up naturally and is not at all the work of hair gel or any hair products. 

Yuuji and Nobara laugh about it until they are wheezing and bent by the waist. Megumi sat through it annoyed and scowling at first before finally deciding that, yeah, it is a little funny.

--

“You didn’t see him, Kugisaki. I—the plants they—” Yuuji heaves a shaky sigh as he goes to turn on the rice cooker. “They were coming out of Fushiguro in thick stems. It was like he was stabbed by multiple swords if the blades had vicious flower buds in them. It was like straight out of a gory nature horror movie.”

“Stuff of nightmares, huh?” Nobara comments, remembering how Megumi talked about seeing Sukuna ripping Yuuji’s heart and Yuuji plopping lifeless right in front of him. “You guys really have seen each other at your worst, huh?” 

Worst so far.

Yuuji chuckles humorlessly. “I guess you could say that.”

Nobara hums. “Hm. Must be cursed energy residue of those plants. I’ll ask Ieri-san about it.” 

She sends Shoko a text and gets confirmation that she’s right. Shoko assures her it’s nothing serious and perfectly normal. In fact, it’s good that his body is dispelling it, and tells her to just make sure he doesn’t hurt himself in the process. Nobara tells this to Yuuji and expresses her annoyance at Megumi still refusing to ask for help.

“Yeah, well,” Yuuji shrugs as he stirs the pot of miso soup. “That’s Megumi.”

“He’s an idiot is what he is,” Nobara grits, clutching her phone thoughtfully. “Alright. That’s it. We’re sleeping in his room tonight. I’ll take the wall and you take the edge of the bed just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

“Just in case he needs to barf in the middle of the night, you can guide him to the bathroom.”

“What? Why me?!”

“Because I don’t want cursed energy puke on me.” 

“And you think I want it on me?!” 

“You literally have the King of Curses inside you. You’ll be fine.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense! I don’t want cursed guts on me either! It’ll be a bitch and a half to get out!” 

“Rock, Paper, Scissors?”

“Best of three. Let’s go.”

(Yuuji loses three out of three and proposes a best of five. He still loses.)

--

Nobara crosses over to the boys’ dormitory with her laptop, a pillow, and a blanket. She was about to knock in Yuuji’s room when she hears his voice from Megumi’s room and decides to go straight there instead. 

“Knock, knock. I’m coming in,” she says to announce her presence before closing the door behind her. She walks to Megumi’s bed and dumps her pillow and blanket on the space by the wall. “I’m sleeping here tonight, but let’s watch a movie first.”

“Wha—”

“Hey, no fair!” Yuuji protests from where he’s sprawled on the floor by Megumi’s bed surrounded by manga and some other shounen magazines. “I wanna sleep here too!”

“Oi! What’s with this? I never said—”

Megumi’s protests fall on deaf ears as Yuuji rushes to get his own set of pillows and blanket while Nobara scrolls through their shared Netflix account. There’s a scowl on Megumi’s face when Yuuji gets back and positions his pillow on Megumi’s other side by the edge of the bed.

“Scooch over a little, man. My ass is hanging off the edge.”

“That’s because this bed is not meant to fit three people!”

“Shut up and get comfortable already. I’m gonna start the movie!”

“Pray tell, Kugisaki, how we’re gonna get comfortable in a twin-size bed.”

“Tch. You’re such a whiner. Here.” Nobara perches the laptop on Megumi’s lap. She maneuvers herself on her side as she gently tugs Megumi closer to her leaning her head on his arm while Yuuji mirrors her position at Megumi’s other side, both mindful of their friend’s injury. “Everyone comfortable? Yes. Okay. I’m pressing play.”

“Why does it have to be in my bed?” Megumi grumbles settling down as well, apparently resigned by the fact his stupid friends will be invading his space for the night. “Why couldn’t we just watch in the common room?”

“Because, dumbass, moving you there and back here will just be too much trouble and we’ll probably fall asleep halfway anyway so might as well just watch it here.”

“Tch. What are we even watching anyway?” 

“March of the Penguins.”

“...Fine.”

“Man, you’re so easy.” Nobara snickers along with Yuuji.

“Shut up and press play already or I’ll kick you both out.”

Nobara falls asleep not even halfway through the documentary while Yuuji makes it until a quarter of it. Megumi silently shuts off the laptop when it’s finished but it still startles both Nobara and Yuuji awake.

“Oh, you guys finished it?”

“I finished it. You guys fell asleep halfway through.”

“Hey, I lasted longer than Kugisaki.”

“Whatever.” Megumi rolls his eyes, but it’s extremely fond. Why bother watching a documentary if they’re just going to sleep right through it? Idiots the two of them. Megumi’s extremely considerate idiots. “Thanks.”

Yuuji takes the laptop and stands to put it away on Megumi’s study table and turns off the light, replying a half-hearted “Yes, yes” to Nobara’s threats of skinning him alive if he drops it. Megumi already has his eyes closed and is breathing evenly when he settles back in bed. Yuuji watches the steady rise and fall of his chest. When he snakes an arm over Megumi’s body to rest on his torso, his hand brushes against Nobara’s hand already there.

Across Megumi, he meets Nobara’s eyes. She’s using Megumi’s arm as a pillow, her cheek squished against his shoulder. Her hand shifts to squeeze his under the blanket and Yuuji is reminded of their conversation over dinner prep.

Nobara mouths, ‘He’s fine. Stop worrying. Go back to sleep.’ and Yuuji was about to reply when Megumi speaks. 

“I can hear you guys.”

“Wha—we weren’t even saying anything.”

“I can just tell you’re talking.” 

“Wow, Fushiguro. Are you an ESP too or something? Is that another curse technique of yours? Another family lineage or some shit? Wow. You really are a prodigy.”

“Shut up, Kugusaki. You’re literally using me as a pillow. I felt your mouth move. You guys are noisy even when you’re trying to be quiet.”

“Careful, Fushiguro. My hands are over your injury, you know.”

“You wouldn’t. You’re above hurting the injured.”

“Am I?”

“You’ll have to redo the bandages.”

“Fine. I won’t pinch you then.”

“How merciful.”

It’s silent then. Nobara and Yuuji’s hands are still intertwined above Megumi’s bandaged torso.

“Itadori said you’ve been puking.”

Nobara feels Megumi’s chest heave and his mouth open to spout his denials before she cuts him off.

“Don’t lie. He said he heard you.”

“I’m literally right next door, dude. And the walls aren’t that thick.” 

Megumi makes an offended noise and tries to shoot Yuuji a betrayed look.

“What? I heard you retching bad! You didn’t expect me to not tell Kugisaki and do something about it, did you?!”

“I asked Ieri-sensei about it. It’s nothing serious. Says it’s actually good that you’re body is getting rid of the excess cursed energy. Just…” Nobara sighs. Her hand untangles from Yuuji and moves up to lightly pinch Megumi’s cheek before giving it an affectionate tap. Megumi’s getting sleepy enough to not react to it. “Just ask for help next time, alright? Or at least let Itadori know since he’s closest. It’d be embarrassing for you to die choking on your own puke after surviving a special-grade curse.”

“Not to mention disgusting,” Yuuji adds, shifting closer and resting his head on Megumi’s other shoulder. 

“Do you really want ‘choked on his own sick’ written on your death certificate? That would be so lame even for you, Fushiguro.”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure Gojo-sensei will never let you live it down.”

“Fuck.” Megumi breathes out. “Fuck. Fine, I get it. You’re right.”

“It’s good that you finally see our point.” Nobara’s hand doesn’t leave Megumi’s face and in his groggy state, he leans into her touch. It’s uncharacteristically cute that she finds her lips quirking at the corners “So, quit being stubborn already, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

Nobara makes a contented hum while Yuuji hides his grin pressed against the sleeve of Fushiguro’s sleep shirt.

“Alright. Let’s sleep. Good night, you two.”

“Good night!”

Megumi only manages to mumble a half-slurred “g’night”, already halfway to sleep as he’s lulled by the warmth of his friends by his side and the low timbre of their voices reminding him he’s loved and safe.

[moon-alight]

&Team Masterlist

Feel free to submit anything you want me to write :)

(S) = Smut

(F) = Fluff

(A) = Angst

General Masterlist

-Reactions:

&Team with taller s/o (F)

&Team when their s/o cries after making a mistake at an award show (F,A)

&team when they're s/o has a panic attack (F,A)

&Team ideal types

&Team climbs through your window cliché (F)

&Team reaction to reader getting bullied (F,A)

&Team reaction to you taking off your promise ring during an argument (F,A)

&Team reaction to waking up from a nightmare and not finding you (F,A)

&Team reaction to you taking pills to lose weight (A)

&Team reaction to you struggling to use chopsticks (F)

&Team reaction to waking up on your period (F)

&Team reaction to you coming out as asexual (F)

&Team reaction to playing ACNH together (F)

&Team with a Gamer Girlfriend (F)

&Team reaction to you locking yourself up after an argument (A)

&Team reaction to forgetting your anniversary (F)

&Team reaction to a very long haired s/o (F)

&Team reaction to their s/o fainting during an argument (A)

&Team reaction to their s/o being injured (F)

&Team reaction to prom dress shopping with their s/o (F)

&Team falling in love with their childhood best friend (F)

Being K's sister and crushing on Taki (F)

Hyung-Line and neck kisses (S,F)

Hyung-Line losing their V-Card (S)

Hyung-Line favorite positions (S)

Hyung-Line moving in with their s/o (F)

Hyung-Line taking care of drunk s/o (F)

K

-Show me (S)

HEADCANON: K as your boyfriend

HEADCANON: Smutty thoughts on K

HEADCANON: K as a father

HEADCANON: K as a husband

Fuma

-First Time (S)

-Your curves (F, S)

HEADCANON: Fuma as your boyfriend

Nicholas

-So much better (S)

-Attention (S)

-Fair is fair

-Perfect distraction (S)

-Fuck me (S)

-I'm fine (A,F)

-Good Luck kiss (F)

-Insatiable (S)

HEADCANON: Nicholas as your boyfriend

HEADCANON: Smutty thoughts on Nicholas

HEADCANON: Nicholas as a father.

EJ

-Perfect to me (F)

HEADCANON: EJ as your boyfriend

HEADCANON: Smutty thoughts on EJ

Yuma

-Seven minutes in Heaven with you (F)

-My way (F)

-Diamonds (F,A)

HEADCANON: Yuma as your boyfriend

Jo

-Nightmares (F,A)

-Just stay here and you're safe (F,A)

-Rainy day (F)

-Heart attack (F,A)

-Popular (A,F)

-Biscuits and Tickles (F)

-Saturday live (F)

HEADCANON: Jo as your boyfriend

Harua

-I'm the lucky one (F)

-You can always come to me (F,A)

-Pocky game (F)

HEADCANON: Harua as your boyfriend

Ta-Ki

HEADCANON: Taki as your boyfriend

Ma-Ki

-See? He loves you (F,A)

-Clouded (F)

-Comfort (F)

-Okay, professor (F)

-Chemistry (F)

HEADCANON: Maki as your boyfriend

HEADCANON: Maki with an older s/o

[3terna15unshin3]

Rockstar

Matty won't shut up about Este's success

1103 words

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a/n: Once again this was not requested but I looooovveeee the idea of Matty being Este’s biggest supporter through big moments in her career so here i wrote about it🥰🥰 it’s a bit short but lmk what u think!

(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here if you want more Matty and Este😌)

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“A 35,000 person capacity festival is just unfathomable to me. I can’t even picture that many people—let alone going up and performing for them. Being present in the crowd at your headline set back in 2019, where I specifically remember being impressed by you and your rockstar-esque poise and confidence, I can’t help but wonder if these crazy performances are an easier pill to swallow now? With that experience?”

Matty humbly shot down the ‘rockstar’ comment.

“That’s very kind, but I mean the festival crowds are something I really will never get used to. The pure size of them is one thing, but there’s also this energy of needing to win them over. Keep their attention. It’s a lot of pressure, so I don’t think I can say that I find it easy.”

The interviewer nodded their head in understanding, comfortably sat on a chair across from Matty and asking him a few questions before him and the band took the stage at Big Weekend 2023 in Dundee.

“Yeah, totally. And I’m sure it’s interesting going straight into a summer full of these big festivals straight after the break you’ve just been on, right?” They asked.

He draped one leg over the other before answering. “A bit. It’s always nice to warm back up with a headline show since that’s where we feel the most comfortable. Also—as silly as it sounds—three weeks was a long fucking time. For me, at least. When we’re in an album cycle and touring the shit out of it, it’s so rare for us to stop for that long.”

“What do you get up to when you’re off nowadays? I can sense a workaholic vibe from you, so is that time spent in the studio? Jumping to the next thing now that Being Funny has been out and heard and loved?” The interviewer said in a thick Scottish accent, shuffling their cards as they spoke.

“You sensed the vibe correctly,” Matty confirmed, “though it’s not entirely ‘work’ to me, I guess. It’s just the way I make sense of the world, sort of dunno what else I’d do. So yes, I did write and I am working on the next album. But I didn’t get around to it right away, since I spent some time celebrating first,”

“That’s a very artistic answer, Matty. That writing isn’t work and is ‘the way you make sense of the world’,” They joked, earning a sheepish chuckle from Matty. “May I ask if you were celebrating anything in particular? The success of your UK tour?”

“It wasn’t that self indulgent,” he explained, “I was hoping you’d ask because I love talking about it. My girlfriend is a writer for The Guardian, and she just had a huge piece of hers published. She’s the real rockstar out of the both of us, to be honest.” Matty’s face immediately lit up at the chance to gush about Este, figuring she wouldn’t mind.

He thought back to moment she gave him a call to break the news with a fond smile.

“Hi, love.” he said after he picked up.

Este was bursting at the seams with joy to say what she said next. She couldn’t even bear to greet him a ‘hello’ back.

“It’s going to be on the front.”

He dropped the chopsticks once gripped in his hands. “You’re fucking joking.”

Her smile was so wide it hurt her cheeks as she paced around the small office she shared with a few other writers she worked with. She giggled, nodding even though Matty couldn’t see her.

“17th of May. They chose mine as the Culture spotlight,” Este explained, “So there’s a snippet headline on the cover, and then you’ll flip to Books & Entertainment and my name will be the biggest one. Not just in my usual column.”

“You’re fucking joking me!” He repeated himself, audibly joyful with a volume so high she had to pull her phone away from her ear.

“Matty, you’re screaming. I hope you’re not in public,”

He was, and didn’t care. “I’m at a very nice and small Japanese restaurant that is so quiet that every single person here is looking at me like I’m crazy, for your information. Este’s on the fucking cover!” Matty exclaimed equally as loud.

She heard busy and happy commotion in the back, making out a few congratulatory remarks from the guys and the touring crew. Blush crept onto her cheeks, trying to squeeze a ‘thank you’ through to them between Matty and his continued rambles.

“I’m just so fucking proud, baby. Every time I get to read the newest thing you write it somehow tops the last—I don’t know how you do it. Actually, it’s quite annoying. Seems too effortless. It’s about time they print your name all big!” he endlessly complimented.

“I love you so much.” Este shortly said.

He could hear the grin in her voice. “Can’t be that much if I love you more,” Matty argued, “Sorry that was a bit cringe. Hann is rolling his eyes. You’re in love too, bro! Don’t act like I’m weird for it!”

“Her name’s Este Manansala, by the way. M-A-N-A-N-S-A-L-A,” Matty spelt out her surname to make sure they got it correctly, “She writes on books and literature, so it was an article about Yellowface by R.F. Kuang, a new novel out. A really, really thought-provoking conversation about white vs. minority authors—the nuances of being an author of colour. From a great perspective, too, since she’s Filipino and a woman and an immigrant. You should go read it,”

He stared down the camera lens to the hypothetical viewers, as if he could say it straight to them.

“But hell, check out all of her past stuff as well. Genuinely the most humble and intelligent human I’ve ever known. Plus I’ve written pretty much every love song of mine since like 2019 about her, so if you like my music then you have her to thank as well. Anyway—I’ve just overtaken this interview to talk about my girlfriend—sorry, mate.” apologised Matty, though he wasn’t all that apologetic.

“Don’t be sorry! I love it. She sounds incredible,” The interviewer beamed, matching his energy and feeling the admiration Matty had for her through the air.

“She is.” He smiled wide.

“If she really is the rockstar like you described, I feel like I can say that you’re her groupie.”

They belly-laughed together. Matty pictured Este’s smug expression and the way she’d definitely use that line to tease him in the future.

“Oh—I’m telling her you just said that. She’ll love it. Because you 100% can.”

[lavender-long-stories]

✿ Monday Sneak Peaks ✿

The Best Revenge Chapter 31 | ShikaHina ✿ Ongoing

Naruto sighed, breaking his silence. “You told me that you love me. Was that all a lie?” A heartbreaking start. Hinata would like to lie to him, to let him hate her but that wouldn’t help either of them in the long run. “No.” Naruto straightened uncomfortably. “You told me…” “I told you that you were what I had dreamed of for years.” Hinata interrupted him. She knew what she said. She didn’t need to be reminded.

House Husband Chapter 02 | ItaHina ✿ Ongoing

Itachi took another pill, but the pain didn’t seem to be going away. He didn’t even want to eat. He pushed his lunch into the trash and leaned back. Maybe it was getting worse because it was something that he shouldn’t be ignoring. Whatever it was, he had a good feeling that he could blame it on this job. There were hundreds of diseases that could be caused by stress. It was what killed his father, and it would probably claim him one day as well. This chair, this office, this whole executive floor was a death sentence.

Better Late Chapter 12 | SasuHina ✿ Ongoing

Sasuke grumbled to himself and grabbed his water. He winced, stretching his hand out, aggravating the cut on his knuckles that was still clotting. Hinata reached forward to move food to his plate. “Do you need help or maybe a fork?” Sasuke cleared his throat. “I’m fine.” He grabbed his chopsticks with his non-dominant hand and stabbed them into a piece of meat. “My jaw hurts.” Naruto whimpered as he chewed. Good.

A Kiss Between Strangers Chapter 23 | GaaHina ✿ Ongoing

Hinata leaned over. “I want you to be nice to him.” “You keep saying that.” Hanabi puffed her cheeks out. “What do you think I am going to do?” “I think you are going to bully and tease him like you do to me and Neji,” Hinata replied. Hanabi’s mouth fell open in disgust. “I do not bully you.” Hinata didn’t argue, but her eyebrows came up in disbelief, made her argument for her. Seriously? Hanabi crossed her arms. She could be nice.

Riding Hearts Chapter 26 | Akatsuki x Hinata ✿ Ongoing

Hidan pointed up at the stuffed toys. “Do you still have the sheep?” “Of course.” Hinata lifted her head to look at the selection. “I sleep with it.” Hidan turned his head away quickly to hide the heat in his face. Stop it. Stop it. Man up, damn it. His eyes fell on a stuffed toy, and he pointed at it. “I am winning the dinosaur.” “I don’t need another plush,” Hinata told him. “It’s for me.” He announced, putting money down on the table.

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[xnorthstar3x]

Mothers Daughter

Part 2 in gamble series part 1

“Well let’s get up there I gotta take a shower.” (Y/N) said leading him into the building the desk clerk slept as they entered feet propped up on the desk. The elevator ride to (Y/N)’s apartment was uneventful and awkwardly quiet. Bakugo had traded his hero costume for civiles and 2 duffel bags that contained a months worth of clothing in each. (Y/N) lead him to her apartment unlocking it and entering quietly she kicked her shoes off and shut the door behind him locking all the locks and sliding the chain lock in place. She turned on the light slipping on slippers and greeted her cat on the sofa who mewled disapprovingly of the visitor in her entry way.

“It’s only for a few months kiko he’ll be gone then.” She said scratching the cat on the head. She walked into the kitchen and shook a bag of food filling two bowls and filling two water bowls up she washed her hands as 2 cats made their way to the kitchen and made her way into another room Bakugo followed her as she entered seeing a hospital bed, with a woman with similar features as (Y/N) watching the news. (Y/N) walked over to the monitor and checked the screen.

“Who’s this handsome man in the doorway. Are you finally gonna give me some grandkids (Y/N).” She said smiling at Bakugo who stood unmoving in the door way a bit shocked by the view.

“They’re be cute wouldn’t they mamá.” (Y/N) said handing her some pills and a glass of water.

“I’m (M/N), I may be in this bed but I’ll still kick your ass if you even think about hurting my baby girl. She works to hard to take care of us to be treated badly." She took the medicine.

“Lemme go clean up and I’ll get started on dinner alrighty.” (Y/N) said pulling her domino mask off and running a hand through her hair. She stood and smiled at her mother who smiled back and nodded channel surfing. (Y/N) walked past katsuki who followed her to the living room once again.

“I’m gonna take a shower, I’d offer you to join but I know you’ll decline.” She winked at him and he grunted in response putting his bag down near the futon. He looked up to find her gone but he could hear her in her room rummaging through her things. He looked to the door way of her mothers room and pondered an idea. He stalked toward her room and tapped lightly on the door.

“What is your favorite dish Miss (M/N)?”

.🐈‍⬛.

(Y/N) stepped out of the bathroom in sleep shorts and a large shirt. Her freshly washed hair tied up in a bun on top of her head. The first thing she noticed was the sound of her mothers voice laughing and chatting with Bakugo. The second thing was the smell of a home cooked meal. She stalked forward and caught eyes with katsuki in the kitchen as he placed something on the island counter in front of (M/N). She gave him an approving look. As her mother turned her wheelchair around to face her.

“(Y/N) you better hold onto this boy he can cook. You aren’t that bad at it huh but he definitely would put some meat on those bones of yours.” She teased as (Y/N) walked forward shaking her head playfully. She took a seat next to her mother and noticed it was her mothers favorite dish on the counter. As much as she loved Japanese food her mother always had a love for Chinese Cuisine and would tear into some gong bao chicken anytime she could. Katsuki sat a bowl of white rice in front of (Y/N) who looked up at him with a soft gaze. She picked up some chopsticks and started loading food into her mothers own rice bowl who swatted her away commenting about how she wasn’t helpless.

“Now how did you two meet?” (Y/N) mother asked gently sipping some jasmine tea. (Y/N) met Katsuki’s eyes, he nodded discreetly for her to answer. She shook her head and he stuffed his mouth in response.

“Well mother I’d love to tell you but Katsuki just loves to tell the tale. He says I simplify things to much.” She said smirking at him as she sipped her own tea he glared but softened his gaze when he noticed her mother turn to him.

“Well miss (M/N) it started out like any other day.” His deep voice rumbled lightly explaining how he happened to bump into her one night and couldn’t let her get away. It wasn’t completely a lie he found himself smiling as he spun the tale. (Y/N) found herself softly gazing up at him, the smile he wore made it’s way to his eyes, he looked pretty good with a grin on that harsh face. He was certainly her type, she preferred a man who could pick her up with ease and do just about anything he wanted to her. Her thoughts drifted off else where imagining all the fun they could have if he’d loosen up a bit.

“Well this meal was amazing, but an old lady’s gotta sleep.” (M/N) said placing her empty rice bowl down, (Y/N) swallowed and rose from her seat following her mom to help her into bed. “Goodnight mama. See you in the morning.” (Y/N) said turning the light off the glow from the tv giving her mothers face a glint as she smiled.

“Goodnight tiger.” (M/N) said winking suggestively at her daughter who rolled her eyes playfully.

He’s a hottie her mother mouthed wiggling her brows as (Y/N) shut the door with a grin. She turned to face Katsuki who stood at the counter chewing his last bite. His gaze traveled to her it wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t soft, somewhere in between.

“If you want I can lay out a futon mat for you in my room or you can sleep in my bed if that suits you more.” She said winking at him. He snorted sipping his tea.

“You couldn’t handle me in your bed tiger.” He said gazing over top his cup. The way he used (Y/N)’s mothers nickname placed a light blush to her ear tips she smirked.

“I could handle you I’m sure. I’d be happy to demonstrate.” She said walking over to a linen closet to grab a futon mat taking it to her room. Katsuki shamelessly watched her walk out of the room his eyes targeting the green shorts she wore the words Dynamite printed across the butt in orange letters. His eyes grew shocked and he almost choked on his tea. She was wearing his merch, his name was written on her ass. She definitely planed that out.

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[scopostims]

lawrence gordon (saw) stimboard with food and medical stuff for anon :•]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 8 GIFs surrounding a central image.

GIF 1: Blue-gloved hands inserting a syringe into a piece of fake skin.

GIF 2: Chopsticks picking up some noodles and meat from a bowl of tonkotsu ramen.

GIF 3: Slightly-blurry footage of light-skinned hands putting a bandaid on a minor wound on someone's knee.

GIF 4: An egg being dropped into swirling water and beginning to poach.

Image: Lawrence Gordon from Saw.

GIF 5: Light brown broth being poured over biangbiang noodles and chopped green onion.

GIF 6: A series of vintage medical illustrations displaying the leg, an eye, an ear, and a hand, cutting to different diagrams of them with the skin peeled back and the inside labeled.

GIF 7: A pot of rice being fluffed with a rice paddle.

GIF 8: A light-skinned hand holding a palm full of fake, multicolored pills, lightly jostling them.

End ID]

[trivialovehandles]

Omg Pls can you do an either taekook/ jikook squashing

Where Jungkook is gaining weight fast after eating something and suddenly he’s squashing his bf

ngl squashing is a lower-tier kink for me so this is maybe more focused on the rapid wg aspect but? so fun to write (ao3 link! i will be putting all request fics here as well)

Jimin’s learned throughout the years that Jungkook coming home looking sheepish and excited is either a very good thing (see: the day he came home with a puppy who is now no longer a puppy and is currently napping next to the refrigerator) or a very bad thing (see: the day he came home with a bunch of stuff to do stick-and-poke tattoos and now they each have the Hangul for each other’s names on their left ass cheeks forever).

When he breezes through their apartment door today, he’s clearly trying to hide it, but Jimin’s known him long enough to see the telltale signs: his teeth clamped on his lower lip, the excited way he covers his ears with his hands, and the way he keeps spacing out, like he’s thinking of something else.

Jimin doesn’t push for now, too busy finishing their dinner, but he’s sure by the time they’re done eating that Jungkook won’t be able to keep holding it back anyway. Instead, he accepts the kiss Jungkook gives him on his way to change out of his work clothes and pinches his hip affectionately as he leaves.

And he’s right: Jungkook’s only halfway through his first serving of bibimbap when he can’t take it anymore.

“So I found something today,” he says with a mouthful of meat and rice, like the thought couldn’t wait until he swallowed.

Jimin places his chopsticks gently back down so he can give his clearly excited boyfriend his undivided attention. “Oh?”

Jungkook doesn’t stop eating as he talks. “At the pharmacy, when I was getting those blister pads for you—”

Not a very appetizing moment to be reminded of the blisters from his new pointe shoes, but Jimin nods anyway.

“I saw”—Jungkook starts to dig through the oversized pockets of his cargo pants, rattling beneath the table—“these supplements.”

What he pulls out is a small bottle that can’t be holding more than four or five pills. The label has bold writing, terrible graphic design honestly, but Jimin squints across the table and sees GAIN WEIGHT FASTER written beneath the brand name and raises a curious brow.

For the couple of months they’ve been experimenting with Jungkook’s burgeoning weight gain kink and Jimin’s growing love for seeing, well… his love growing, progress has been slow-going. Jungkook laments his current skinny-fat phase near-daily; he wants to be big already, not having to settle for taking it one measly kilo at a time, and there’s only so much Jimin can do to help his boyfriend get extra calories, short of inedibly drowning their food in oil.

Truthfully, Jimin thinks Jungkook looks cute at his current weight, soft and pudgy and barely erring on the side of plump, just bigger enough for it to be a bit noticeable when he’s fully clothed, but he’s also a firm supporter of his boyfriend’s happiness and would never begrudge having more Jungkook, so he plays along. He’s heard of these dubiously legal supplements that claim to make your appetite grow, your metabolism slow down, and the resulting weight flow to more desirable places. He’s fallen down that particular Instagram rabbit hole before—he doesn’t blame Jungkook for wanting to give it a try at least. And hey, good on him for grabbing what seems to be a trial size first. Sound financial decisions look good on a boyfriend.

Jimin leans back in his seat, picking up his chopsticks again. “So it’s like an appetite stimulant? A ‘take it and hope it makes you hungrier and fatter’ kind of thing?”

Jungkook twists the bottle between his fingers, squinting at the small label. “Not exactly. I grabbed it because… well, it made the results seem kind of… instant? Quicker, at the very least?”

He slides the bottle across the table so Jimin can read the label in full. No real drug facts, no specified ingredients, just the promise of quick weight gain, some brief directions, and a generic warning about abusing medication. Rattling in his hands, there really are only a handful of pills inside the glass, which is more like the size of a bottle of facial serum than any supplement Jimin’s ever seen before.

Jungkook fidgets in his seat, radiating nervous excitement. “They only sold them in these tiny bottles, and… I don’t know, I probably just got scammed, but that made it seem more legitimate to me, you know? Like I wouldn’t need to keep taking them all the time?”

Sliding the bottle back, Jimin asks, “Did you ask the pharmacist about them?”

Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. “I did self-checkout. I wasn’t about to ask someone with a PhD if a sketchy pill was gonna make me fat.”

Jimin can’t help the small snort he lets out as he finishes the end of his dinner. That’s just like Jungkook: impulsive, determined, almost single-minded in his dedication to gain.

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 After dinner finds them in a familiar position: Jimin comfortable on the couch, Jungkook planted over his lap, the two of them kissing feverishly. Jungkook’s foregone his flannel shirt, shrugging it off before he sat down and now in just his cargos and the t-shirt he’d had beneath that’s well on its way to too small. Meaning that it is too small, but Jungkook insists it still works as an undershirt. Where the t-shirt had been form-fitting before, it now clings to the round distension that is Jungkook’s stomach, sliding up to offer glimpses of his pudgier hips and belly whenever he so much as slightly lifts his arms. He’s not as small as he complains he is, but Jimin’s not about to stop him from letting himself get bigger.

Which must be on Jungkook’s mind too, because as he pulls back from a kiss, the bottle he’d put back into one of his pants’ many, many pockets rattles. He grabs it with one hand, the other keeping Jimin’s in place beneath the stretched hem of his t-shirt, fingers dug into pudge.

“Do you think I should?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide. “It says to take one tablet within an hour of a meal. It’s been… what, 45 minutes?”

Jimin tilts his head, mostly listening while also appreciating the spillage of flesh between his fingers when he squeezes Jungkook’s hips in reply. “Wouldn’t hurt,” he says, pauses, and amends, “Well, might hurt, but we’ll see.”

Jungkook uncaps the bottle, and nothing happens: no hiss of smoke, no immediate waft of poison. He upends a single pill into his hand and looks long and hard at it. It’s just a plain white tablet, indistinguishable from the various painkillers and supplements in their medicine cabinet. He stares at it for a long moment, shrugs, and pops it into his mouth, washing it down with the last sips of his can of Coke from dinner.

And nothing happens. Jimin would know if it did, hands planted firmly on the belly that would be stretching further outward if these pills worked as instantly as Jungkook had hoped, but there’s no budge except for the contraction of muscles when Jungkook swallows his soda. He stares downward, poking himself in the stomach so his fingertip sinks into soft fat, and his shoulders slump.

“I don’t know why I thought it would be instant,” Jungkook grumbles.

Jimin shrugs, moving one hand from his boyfriend’s still-just-pudgy body to card through his curls. “It’s the ‘go big or go home’ in you,” he says, letting his fingers cup a chubby cheek, guiding their faces back together. “Come on, relax. We’ll wait it out, see if anything happens.”

They kiss again, slower. Jimin lets his fingertips keep mapping out the cushioned planes of Jungkook’s body, slipping under his t-shirt and lightly beneath his snug waistband. Jungkook’s skin feels warm to the touch, more than usual, and he keeps squirming, differently to the way he usually does when he’s getting worked up.

“You okay, Jungkookie?” Jimin asks against his heated cheek.

“M’just—ngh—really warm,” Jungkook grumbles, stretching his back this way and that so his belly bucks Jimin’s chest. “Feel kinda bloated.”

Jimin doesn’t notice at first that when Jungkook tugs his t-shirt back down, it doesn’t quite go all the way—he just slides his perpetually cold hands up the back of it, letting them chill the overwarm skin across Jungkook’s spine, pulling him in closer and closer. He doesn’t really notice, either, that the pressure on his thighs is growing stronger, just blindly assuming that Jungkook’s finally relaxed so more of his weight rests on Jimin than on his own legs.

Jimin doesn’t notice anything until Jungkook makes a small grunt above him at the same time his hands start struggling to meet around his middle.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, awed, a little pained. “Hyung, I think it’s—”

He doesn’t finish his thought, interrupted by a low whine that escapes his lips seemingly of its own volition. His belly juts forward, crowding his lap, pushing into Jimin’s torso, thick and heavy and so warm, so unnaturally warm that this can’t be anything but—

“It’s working,” Jimin finishes for him. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right,” Jungkook gasps as his already too-small shirt continues to slide up his expanding gut, seams straining as his body starts spilling—really spilling, his once-perkily taut stomach now beginning to sag onto his thighs with doughy fat—out of it. He squirms as if pinned down by the constant motion of his body growing outward, trying to scoot his hips backward but instead accidentally grinding down where Jimin’s dick is taking clear interest. “Hyung, hyung, help me get off you, you’re gonna get crushed.”

Jimin does no such thing. He stays put, hands on Jungkook’s ballooning waistline now that it’s all he can really reach without his arms being forced apart by the growth, and moves his hands in slow, deep ministrations. It seems to make Jungkook relax, panic easing as it really hits him what’s happening.

“Hyung, I’m… I’m getting so fucking fat. Look how I keep growing, keep swelling, keep getting fatter. Am I heavy? I bet I’m so fucking heavy on you.”

It’s punctuated with a low creak, the elastic waist of Jungkook’s cargo pants stretched to its limits until finally, the plastic button just barely holding them shut breaks free, careening across the room to clatter against the wood floor somewhere between the living area and the kitchen. Unbidden, the mass of his gut flows through the open V left in the button’s wake, no longer held back by rigid fabric, free to rest on his legs that have blown up to the point of his pants—baggy before—fitting like sausage casings.

And he is heavy—is, quote, so fucking heavy. By the time the stretch and swell of him slows to a halt, Jungkook has to be twice the size he was when he sat down. His shirt that hugged his chubby stomach now barely passes beneath his chest, filled out like a crop top, the seams at the sleeves strained and splitting from Jungkook’s arms that had previously still held some tone and definition now gone flabby. Between his thick arms and his chest grown into plump, protruding tits, his arms don’t lower the way they used to—not like it matters with how Jungkook’s hands map his own body, picking up the upper roll his now double belly and sliding his fat, dimpled hands into the crevice it makes between itself and his lower belly. A lower belly that hangs so far out of his pants that it’s flowing between stocky thighs and pinning Jimin right to the back of the couch.

Not that Jimin’s complaining. He was the one who didn’t budge when Jungkook tried to climb off of him a couple of minutes probably 45 kilograms ago. The weight of him is heavy and grounding and, shit, arousing. He’s been mostly into Jungkook’s weight gain kink in that he probably has a Jungkook kink, attracted to him at all times and all sizes, but a double-sized Jungkook pinning him to the couch… it’s doing a lot for him. He wonders if Jungkook can even feel how Jimin’s rock-hard against his blubbery overhang or if there’s just too much padding in the way.

“Jungkook-ah.” Jimin tugs at one of the many rolls of Jungkook’s stomach—because there are rolls big enough to tug with his whole hand now, to pull him closer. “Baby, lean forward.”

Jungkook, hazy-eyed, seemingly entranced into a fog by his body grown so fat so quickly, blinks heavily a few times. “What do you mean?”

“Lean forward,” Jimin repeats, pulling him in closer. The heavy thighs caging him in and the massive gut pinning his lower half to the back of the couch don’t feel like enough. He needs Jungkook all over him.

Jungkook gets it this time. Hesitantly, checking Jimin’s face beforehand and going gloriously red when Jimin nods and keeps guiding him forward, he leans his upper half against Jimin’s, holding him down further into the couch cushions. In his lap like this, Jimin’s face-height with Jungkook’s chest, his rucked-up t-shirt that pushes up even further with his movements, revealing his chest, fat tits that Jimin buries his face between, biting at the skin, swirling his tongue around a hardened nipple just to hear Jungkook groan in that pained ecstasy that means he’s really into it.

It’s not the easiest to breathe with what’s probably nearly three times his own weight pushing his body down, but it’s easy enough for Jimin to still get worked up, grinding up as much as he can despite the pressure, despite the mass that is now Jungkook jiggling and quivering on top of him. He didn’t start putting in more weightlifting and core-building time when Jungkook decided to get fat for nothing.

By the time Jimin’s seeing white, Jungkook’s emerging from his horny haze too, eyes clearer and more mischievous as he leans back, letting Jimin breathe again. Very deliberately, he’s lifting his gut, dropping it back down—massaging his chest—grabbing the hem of his t-shirt so that it rips straight down the middle with how strained the cotton has become.

Quickly, they catch each other in another kiss. It’s like before, but it’s not—still Jimin and Jungkook, still hot and heavy, but Jungkook keeps having to take breathers, unused to the new weight on his body, and so does Jimin, unused to the new weight on top of his body.

Pulling away, puffing and panting, Jungkook laughs, low and rumbling in a way that makes his whole belly undulate. “Do you think this effect is permanent?” he asks, curious, maybe a little hopeful.

“I don’t know,” Jimin gasps in reply, heart thrumming. “If it’s not, you have a few more pills left.”

A nod. “And if it is?”

Jimin blinks at him through heavy eyes. “Then you still have a few more pills left.”

[dark-ice-god]

A KariBaku Oneshot: Please, Don't Scare Me Like This Again

What's the time? 1 a.m., time for a oneshot

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Katsuki watched his country got rebuilt from ashes to new.

Buildings shooting up from debris, people returning to their homes. Kids screaming happily under the windows of a hospital. The sun shining bright again.

His right arm wouldn't move properly. His right eye wouldn't see properly. His heart wouldn't stand the pressure he used to put on himself. His body was broken with little to no chance of recreating anything.

They said he needed to rest.

Katsuki didn't want to fall asleep. Even though he wanted to.

His room was dark and cool, with door closed tight. His parents were not there, he asked for the room to be alone. To heal alone.

Fucking rehab.

What was the point of this war? Just for All for One to end the era of heroes? By using Shigaraki? Destroying the world to build new from the shards? Why?

They are just kids, why do they have to go through all of this? They are not made for that!

He didn't give any promises, why are they looking at him with disappointment? He didn't... didn't aim for the expectations! Didn't aim for the frontlines of the war!

Why?..

Katsuki slipped under the blanket when the door opened, pretending to be asleep. They had already took the bandages off from him, except his right arm and his chest. Katsuki listened to his slowing heartbeat as someone put the what sounded like the tray with food on the table, sighed and whispered:

"If you're not asleep, then this is jasmine rice with seabass and green tea. Be careful with your arm. Kirishima-kun has wished you well and asked for a visit, but I said that you need to rest to recover. There are also pills that will help you sleep."

Not waiting for the reaction, the nurse checked his temperature before leaving. Katsuki waited a few more minutes before climbing out of bed and heading to the table. He grabbed a fork(because his left hand fingers refused to hold the chopsticks properly) and scooped the rice.

The only thing that kept him awake is the nightmares. He kept seeing Shigaraki swinging whatever part of the body was it, hitting him straight in the chest, the pain and darkness coming after it felt real again and again every time.

He had been in hospital for two or three weeks already. But it felt like months had already passed. Katsuki felt weak because he couldn't just go to sleep and ignore the nightmares, but he couldn't do anything with it.

As he finished with the food, he walked back to his bed, carefully climbing onto it. They had performed multiple operations on his right arm, so it could at least move, and the heart transplantation.

Kids' voices were heard, but none of them gave Katsuki the will to ever exit this room again.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Katsuki looked up, the weird high-pitched noise in his ears appearing and disappearing after a couple of seconds. The one who knocked was the nurse who, before entering, gestured for someone to wait. Noticing his tension, she said, taking the tray:

"He said he is your friend", the fact that she didn't call the person by his name left Katsuki questioning it. So it's not someone from his class. Then, who was it, he doesn't have any friends—

Doesn't he?

"May he walk in?"

Katsuki nodded, and the nurse left, saying something to a mysterious person behind the door. The voices were heard, but he couldn't remember any of them.

So he guessed it was someone from the police or from another class because he doesn't have any other friends, except—

The door opened a litlle bit more, revealing a person Katsuki's known for years.

"UA did change you. You turned into a vampire now, didn't you?"

"That's my room, fuck off", Katsuki answered, letting out a small chuckle. Kariage smiled before stepping into the room and closing the door behind himself.

"Hope you didn't place something on the floor because I can't see- fuck", he stumbled over the bag Katsuki's dad brought for him from home.

"Hah. Loser. Wait, no- get your fucking cold hands away from my neck!" Katsuki tried to dive away from the hand, but Kariage wrapped an arm around his shoulders, securing him in one place carefully not to damage the right arm.

Oh, God, finally.

Katsuki melted into the hug, his touch-starvation showing after all these years of lockdown. His body felt suddenly so heavy that he could not move a muscle, only concentrating on the soothing caress and Kariage's voice:

"Please, don't scare me like this again."

Katsuki leaned forward, his head touching Kariage's shoulder. He closed his eyes, finding the other boy's hand and feeling the fingers running up the scarred arm. The comfort, the way Kariage stroke his hair so gently, carefully, running his fingers down the temples were overwhelming him with the warmth he's felt long ago.

"You look tired. You really need to sleep."

"No, it's okay..."

"It's not. Come on, Katsuki. I'm with you. You are safe here. You can rest."

He's safe?..

Yeah... yeah, he is.

Katsuki buried his face in Kariage's shoulder as the dark-haired boy covered him with the blanket and pressed closer to himself, as if securing from the nightmares.

The war has ended. His life, however, didn't.

[kiljoius]

“I think…I want to get pregnant.”

Konohamaru freezes, mouth full of gyoza and eyes fixed ahead as Hanabi hums next to him, chopsticks scraping against her plate.

“Re—” He pauses to swallow his food, before slowly turning to her. “Repeat that?”

“You heard me, Kono.” She doesn’t look up, instead plucks a gyoza up to pop in her mouth. She chews slowly as the cogs in his mind slowly turn, working out the declaration.

Suddenly, visions of Hanabi’s belly swollen flash through his mind and he almost chokes. He snatches his water up and glugs it down before taking in a deep inhale. He blinks at her as she deliberately looks up at him and locks eyes with his. He opens his mouth just a bit to breath out, “with my baby?”

If there was any lustful look in her eye, it vanished with those words as she squinted at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Well—”

“Of course your baby! You’re my husband, idiot!”

“Right—right—uh, so—”

Hanabi sighs, loudly. For as good as Konohamaru is at his job as a sensei and team leader, he’s very bad at taking news like this.

“Right—right now? Like, I mean—” Konohamaru drops his chopsticks, already pushing his chair back to get up. “We could go to the bedroom? Or, uhm—even here would be fine.”

Finally, she smiles, just slightly. He’s always been like a puppy, especially when she instigates intimacy. He’s already assessing the table, clearly thinking of the fastest way to clear it. She grabs the end of his long sleeve and tugs him back down, and he looks at her questioningly. She shakes her head. “Konohamaru, I’m still on protection, so no, not this second.” His face falls and it’s actually very cute to her. “Even if we did, it wouldn’t take yet…I just thought we should, well, you know. Talk about it first, whether you want—”

“Yes.”

Hanabi looks up at his quick response with surprise. He looks dead serious. “Well, don’t you want to think on it a little bit before—”

“Nope.” He shakes his head, quickly, reaching out to grasp her hand and pulls it into both of his. “I don’t need to think about it, at all. Having a kid with you would be a dream, Hanabi.”

“I—” Her breath catches as she meets his eyes, scanning them. His expression turns warm as he pulls her hand up to her lips, kisses the back of her knuckles. He’s always so loving with her, she can’t help but melt. He tugs her out of her seat towards him and she relents, letting herself slide into his lap. His arms encircle her and she sighs, shallowly. “Well…I want to, too…is now…okay?”

“I’ve just been waiting on you.” He shrugs, unbothered and she tilts her head. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m completely ready.”

“Oh…” She dips her head, inhaling a little breath. “I suppose I could stop my pill, then.”

His arms tighten around her briefly, then one hand leaves to grasp her chin, pulling her to look at him. She smiles at the eagerness in his eyes, letting him pull her in for a kiss. When they part, he whispers, “how…how soon, then?”

“About four weeks…”

“Hmm…” he hums, licking his lips and she can’t help but watch it. His lips upturn into a smirk. “Then we better—uh—practice, huh? Like training—”

“Oh—!” She rolls her eyes, pulling out of his lap. “You idiot.”

“Your idiot.” He gets up to follow her, wrapping her up and she already knows she can’t resist him when he’s like this.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Oneshot

The discovery of Geto's betrayal was a tough pill to swallow.

Nothing had been the same.

Not after Riko's death.

Life felt like a means to an end. Had he been stronger back then, maybe the end would have been different. That's why he trained students. Megumi, Itadori and Nobara were extraordinary. But the fear that he would not be able to stop the upcoming war never left. He was untouchable. But could he truly bring himself to kill Geto if it came down to that?

"What a messy situation."

His eyes drifted to the night sky as he stood at the top of the hill.

There were times where he wondered if life was truly worth fighting. The end product was all the same.

Death.

Gojo turned his back, moving to head back to the school. His gaze strayed for a second when he spotted a figure standing in the middle of the road.

Not a very smart decision considering there's a steady stream of traffic on that street. He intended to call out and warn them. Maybe they were lost and unaccustomed to the area. Yet, when he opened his mouth, there was a look of defeat in their eyes. His body moved almost on instinct when a car was rushing in their direction and they made no move to evade.

The moment his feet landed out of the general path of danger, the woman he now held gasped in shock. Possibly from the save and display of his power. Her eyes held uncertainty.

"W-Who are you.."

He grinned.

"That's not important. Now that I just saved your life, you owe me."

You blanked.

"W-WHAT!! That's not how it works!! W-Who even said I needed saving!"

"Eh, you didn't?

"N-No!!" You jumped out of his grasp, waving your hands around.

"I-I just got distracted. I was going to move before the car came!!"

He could see the defiance, and he held back a sad smile. He understood fully what you'd intended to do. But he wouldn't call you out.

"Nevertheless, you owe me. You have to treat me to ramen tomorrow down the road. It's the first shop that you see. You can't miss it. Don't stand me up or I'll find you."

"IS THAT A THREAT!!"

He sent another smile.

"It's a promise."

You weren't afforded a chance to say much, he was gone in a blink.

It was stupid, you didn't have to listen to him. There was no way he would find you. But somehow you found yourself seated in the ramen shop the next day.

Waiting.

The steps that echoed behind you made your head turn, and he waved.

"Yo!"

You frown.

"It must be nice to act casual when you blackmail people."

"It is."

"Don't agree with me!!"

A woman approached, setting down Gojo's bowl with a smile and you grumbled as you picked up your chopsticks to dig into your meal.

You both sat in silence, nothing but the slurping of your noodles.

When you were done, you clapped your hands together, sighing in thanks.

Your hands slid in your pocket to pay for both bowls.

"Now we're even. "

Gojo placed his own chopsticks down.

"I don't recall agreeing to that." He responded casually.

Another long sigh.

"What's with you? Why can't you just leave me be."

Your eyes dropped to the empty bowl, and Gojo reached over, placing a hand on your head.

"Because I found you, so now you're my responsibility. "

"You say that like I'm a pet."

"You are a pet. Like a bunny."

"I'm a person."

"A cute bunny person?"

He inquired with a tilt of his head.

You didn't respond, standing from your seat as you walked off. Satoru followed you out.

As you continued to walk up to your house, you could hear his steps behind.

"Are you going to keep following me?"

"Are you going to try again?"

You didn't need him to elaborate. You had a feeling that he figured out your intentions that day.

You stopped.

"What's the point of existing in such a corrupted world? Nothing is getting better. I thought it would, but it hasn't. I was supposed to fix it. But I don't know how I'm supposed to do that."

He didn't know what personal battles you were facing, but he could relate to the helpless feeling.

"We're the same."

Gojo moved to your side. You expect some false sense of comfort, but his expression looks just as troubled as your own.

"This world isn't perfect, but there are people here that we care for. That we still want to protect. That should be reason enough."

He looked so earnest. His belief is somewhat extraordinary. You've seen just a piece of what he's capable of. If he held power and still faced struggles, then maybe all wasn't lost entirely.

"He might be just what I need.."

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Gojo Satoru!" He saluted, and you found yourself smiling.

"Nice to meet you Gojo-san, I'm (Y/N)."

It was weird how easily the both of you had become friends.

That small moment created a bond. It wasn't like his problems magically vanished. Yet, whenever he had a moment to himself, he found his way back on that hill, sitting with you in your home. Sometimes nothing would be said. He'd find you when the sun went down and you would both stare at the sky. It was the only time that there was truly peace in either of your lives.

Other times you'd ask him questions about his life, his powers.

"You must be really strong Gojo-san."

"I'm the strongest."

You laugh.

"How can you be the strongest? There must be someone stronger than you. Your power came from somewhere didn't it?"

He paused for a second.

"I suppose you are right. I never thought of it that way."

"I guess that makes me the smartest."

"Second smartest." He teased.

You giggled, scooting closer.

"How come your hair is so white? Did you dye it or is that natural?"

"All natural of course."

"How do you get it to stick up like that?"

"The band." He pointed.

"Why cover your eyes, are they scary?"

You seem to have a question for everything and he laughs, himself.

"I wouldn't say scary. Would you like to see?"

You nod eagerly.

He slipped his hand under the black band, sliding it off and you marvel at the color. You'd never seen eyes that blue before. It's almost unnatural.

"Wow..they're beautiful.."

He expects the reaction, seeing it many times. His eyes held power, and that's what most people saw. It's been a while since anyone has been impressed with just what they can see from the outside. Rather than the conflict on the inside. His encounters with normal people have greatly depleted since Riko's death.

This brings just an inkling of comfort.

"Thank you." He says softly.

You grin.

"You're welcome."

As time goes on, he wonders if it's right to continue to entertain this.

If his enemies were to find out of his newfound interest in you, he has no doubt that you would become a target. He shouldn't become attached. At any moment you could be gone. He's learned to accept that he won't be able to save everyone. No matter how hard he tried.

"You're acting weird."

He blinked.

It's become a habit for him to remove his band around you.

He has nothing to hide.

Not from you.

"Am I?"

"Hai. You're more quiet than usual. Is everything okay?"

How does he answer that question? He could give you a comforting lie. But what would that get him? His fears somehow always manifest.

"It's not. But I'm hoping that they will get better."

You smile.

"I hope so too Gojo-san."

There's no reassurance that you can give, so you offer support and he appreciates it.

"How have you been? I haven't had a chance to visit as often."

"You're a superhero, I don't expect you to come racing. I'll be fine." You lift your arm, flexing and he laughs.

"I wouldn't say I'm a hero."

"You protect people with your power don't you?"

Of course he tried to. But that was his duty. It wasn't so much that he had too, but it just felt right too. What use was having these abilities if he couldn't protect.

"I guess I do."

"Yep, you do. You protected me. You're a hero."

He appreciates the compliment.

Every once in a while, it was nice to hear such earnest praises.

The following night he catches you at the front of your house, just sitting on the porch. His steps slow, and when you notice him, you send a weak smile. He's not sure how, but it's as if you know the war that he's facing is closing in. So these visits would be far and few between.

He takes a seat next to you. You lean your head on his shoulder.

"If you could have one wish, what would it be Gojo-san?"

"Hmm, that's a tough one."

He looked as though he was truly considering the question. Looking out at the many stars littered in the sky, a soft expression settled on his face.

"I would like to live in a world without evil with all of the people I care about."

Your eyes shifted, and his blue eyes glimmered under the dim light.

"That's what I would wish for."

You directed your focus back to the sky, nodding.

"I see."

It felt so easy to confess such an unreachable goal.

"Can I come too?"

It's a soft request that you make, and his hand moves slowly, placing it lightly over your own. He's been hesitant for a while now.

But the touch, it feels right.

"I'd like it if you were there (Y/N)."

You grin.

"I promise I'll fulfill that wish Satoru."

He turned, and you just wore a bright smile. At the back of his mind he knew it was impossible. You were as harmful as a bunny. Yet something about your expression made him believe that it could be obtained.

"Is this..hope.."

He long forgotten what it felt like. It was strange. But he felt himself wearing a similar smile as he nodded.

Silence settled for the remainder of the night as you both just enjoyed the moment of ease.

The very next day, Gojo was called into Jujutsu High.

He felt as though he expected disaster that day.

There was just something in the air that told him that chaos was coming. While he greeted the students from both schools there was a rumble outside. Nanami drew his weapon out of instinct as they all made it outside to view what catastrophe lay ahead, the individuals before them were unexpected.

"Satoru."

Geto stood with his accomplices. Nanami, Mahito and Jogo.

The students lined up. Megumi's fists were raised, Nobara held her hammer, Itadori braced for the inevitable fight that would follow. One by one, each of the students stepped out of the doors. Inumaki and Panda. Maki and Todo. Kamo, Mai and Miwa.

Principal Yaga moved to the frontlines.

"So you've finally decided to declare war." He questioned.

Geto waved his hand uninterested.

"Was there any doubt that we would come?"

Yaga couldn't deny that they expected it.

Just not this soon.

Gojo understood what was about to take place. He'd prepared for it. Even though Geto smiled, he knew it was a mask. Neither of them wanted this. Geto could have easily struck from the shadows, picking them off one by one like the way the others had tried. But he'd come himself this time to make his declaration. Maybe that was it.

The last piece of kindness he offered as a former classmate and friend.

Gojo removed his mask, blue eyes sullen.

His fist clenched, and Geto removed his hands from his robes the very moment that another body appeared.

A pair of sneakers touched the dirt right at the center of both sides and everyone seemed to pause in shock and interest.

"Who is that?"

Megumi questioned, moving closer to Gojo. Nanami adjusted his glasses, and Gojo could only stare.

"(Y/N).."

He didn't understand, it didn't make sense. It was obvious from the uncertain looks of Geto that you weren't an associate of him.

"Is this some kind of trick!!" Jogo fired angrily.

He rushed forward, the same way he'd done in the past. Gojo prepared to intercept. Ready to save you from the upcoming attack. You could see the obvious panic on his face. But you merely smiled, and Jogo's feet were pinned in place. His eye rolled back and his hands dropped at his side. Geto's gaze hardened and no one else made a move.

Gojo had already made it to your side, just as stunned.

"You told me that you wanted a world without evil and pain, is that still what you wish for?"

Gojo was a bit speechless. When he made the statement, it was a selfish musing. But standing next to you, he could almost touch the power that your body was giving off. It made him question his existence. How little he must be capable of not having felt this energy all the other times that you met.

"Is that what you want Satoru?" It was a soft whisper, and he nodded, a single tear streaming down his cheek.

"That's all I want. " He confirmed.

You lifted your hand, wiping the tear from his cheek.

"Then, your wish is my command."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that washed over his body.

"Senpai!! Quit dozing off!!"

"Hai, hai!"

Riko tugged his arm, pulling him along and Geto smiled from their side.

"Do you think we'll be scolded by Principal Yaga again?" Geto nodded at the question.

"Definitely."

Gojo smiled, slowing his step when they made it to an intersection on the street.

A trail of younger kids followed, and he couldn't help but feel relief as he looked at the children being led by the teacher.

"Utahime-sensei, isn't that your friend?" The young girl asked.

Utahime's gaze turned in Gojo's direction, and she huffed as he waved happily.

"Keep walking kids, we don't talk to strangers."

"Hey, that's a bit cruel!! Utahime-sensei!!"

She ignored him the entire strip down and Riko laughed.

"You should stop messing with her senpai."

He just grinned as they continued on their way to school. Bodies whizzed by, his mind drifted as Geto and Riko conversed back and forth.

They'd met up with Shoko along the way who waved, sucking on her strawberry pop. As they got closer to the school, Riko increased her pace claiming that they would get a punishment for constantly making it on the edge of time. Gojo's shoulder connected with someone when he tried to match pace and the individual stumbled. A book fell, and he kneeled.

"Ah, gomen." He picked up the book, lifting his head.

The second his eyes connected, he froze in place.

You thanked him, bowing your head as you took the book and moved to the side, walking away.

"W-Wait!"

He turned to follow, but you were gone. All he could see were the many students bustling to get to the entrance.

"Senpai, hurry up!!"

The call pulled his focus, and he laughed under his breath.

"Thank you for everything, (Y/N)." 

[incorrectnessduskwood]

I posted 718 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

716 posts created (100%)

2 posts reblogged (0%)

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I tagged 713 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#duskwood - 688 posts

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#everbyte studios - 687 posts

#incorrect duskwood quotes - 685 posts

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#mc - 452 posts

#duskwood mc - 450 posts

#jake - 231 posts

#hacker boy - 229 posts

#duskwood jake - 223 posts

Longest Tag: 62 characters

#the truth is that mc has the lighter for their scented candles

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MC: Can I tell you something?

Jake: Of course.

MC: Please, don't freak out.

Jake: What makes you think I would freak out?

MC: Just-- don't freak out, okay?

Jake: Okay, I will not freak out.

MC: I'm in love with you.

Jake:

Jake: I am freaking out.

349 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#4

Lilly: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Jake: We're chopsticks!

Lilly: Well... that's cute!

Lilly: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

MC: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

370 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#3

Jake: Who hurt you?

MC: *snorts* What, you want a list?

Jake, grabbing a knife: Yes.

449 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#2

Hannah: I'm cold.

Thomas: Here, take my jacket.

*

Jessy: I'm cold.

Dan: Well, damn it, Jessy, I don't control the weather!

*

MC: I'm cold.

Jake: What? *taking off jacket* I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now-- *pilling scarves on MC* Now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death and-- *putting a head over MC's head* How long have you been cold, you should have said something sooner.

517 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jake: *sneaking in through the window, hiding a cat in his pocket*

MC: *turning in their chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Jake: I was with Lilly?

Lilly: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?

570 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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[randomstufftournament]

I was planning on going through the list and picking the top ones to make the bracket with, but I didn't want to deprive you of any of the list (106 items long!!)

So it's going to be a bigger tournament than I expected!

At the end, the three winners will go head-to-head and we'll be able to crown a first, second, and third place winner.

The (randomly generated) first round of matchups will be:

a raccoon standing on its hind legs and making too much eye contact vs. imagined dragons

<3 vs. backwards baseball cap

A single small pellet of cobalt-60 vs space heater

Necklace chain (no pendant) vs sweet potato maki

Jellycat Amore Dog vs Syzygy

Seagull with a whole chili dog vs Wojtek the bear

Tomorrow vs A leaf with a tiny bug-sized bite taken out of it

Roasted parsnips vs bread

Thursday the 12th vs the first email account you ever made

Those ergonomic mice that are sideways and tall vs A Geiger counter but for great pussy

LOL vs Batfish

Lightly sweetened whole grain cereal vs green gummy bear

Nikita Khrushchev's shoe vs The molasses flood

Noticing a new freckle vs Petrichor

Window that brings in a slight draft vs big fluffy bathrobes

Greeting cards vs the little fake hands you put on a finger

A rat holding a strawberry in its little hands vs the giant catfish in the Chornobyl reactor cooling pond

The Cuban missile crisis vs LipSmacker flavored lip gloss

Couch cover vs uquiz for what kind of kitchen utensil you'd be

Orange tic tacs vs Paw print set in concrete

Plastic animal figurines vs empty snail shell

Permian-Triassic Extinction Event vs single unmatched sock (its mate has been lost)

Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) vs leggings with a run in them

Florida Man vs Funables Fruity Snacks, Mixed Berry Fruit Snacks, Family Size, 40 Count

Bath beads (shape of dolphin) vs wet log in the ground, home to moss and fungi

The shoes that Muntadhar al-Zaidi threw at George Bush vs Pi Day

The Chornobyl elephant's foot vs Matryoshka dolls

Pigeon vs candy necklaces from the 1990s

Swinging so high on a swing set that you become briefly weightless at the top of the arc vs ring pop

Sex dice that can only deliver confusing combinations vs the state of Florida

Queen Elizabeth's corpse vs sheet of cat stickers

SALE! 2/$2.99 Fresh Hass Avocado vs orange slime made by an 8-year-old and then left to dry out in the back of a closet for years

The color puce vs pill case

A nuclear-powered ramjet vs Chromodorus Willani

Red lava lamp vs glow in the dark stars to put on your bedroom ceiling

Ufo porno vs Lego three in ones

Disposable chopsticks vs garlic bread

Generic grocery store brand apple juice from concentrate vs skeleton

Three haunted porcelain dolls vs a duck with perfectly formed human hands instead of wings coming out of its shoulders

A bus pass with $7.33 on it vs The last of the gift wrap paper (not enough to wrap a present)

The SL-1 reactor in Idaho vs 1 yard of fleece

Glasses without lenses vs the rabies virus

There are a few byes that we'll come across in round 2:

Tapetum lucidum (will face the winner of matchup #1)

1 can of Goya brand black beans (will face the winner of matchup #4)

A dog who is normal in every way except that it can identify any plant by its scientific name (will face the winner of matchup #5)

Duke the Bush's Baked Beans mascot (will face the winner of matchup #6)

Jumbo binder clips (will face the winner of matchup #9)

Mead (will face the winner of matchup #12)

The smell of a Sears auto department (will face the winner of matchup #15)

The composer Fryderyk Chopin's heart, In case in a jar of booze in a church in the middle of Warsaw, Poland (will face the winner of matchup #16)

Sour cream (will face the winner of matchup #17)

A 2005 Honda Civic with a vinyl wrap of Sasuke on the side (will face the winner of matchup #20)

73 dachshunds (will face the winner of matchup #21)

$9.99 headphones from CVS (will face the winner of matchup #22)

The French language (will face the winner of matchup #25)

The number 11 (will face the winner of matchup #26)

The Weather Channel on August 28th 2005 (will face the winner of matchup #27)

World peace (will face the winner of matchup #30)

Glass swan sold at a gas station (will face the winner of matchup #33)

Discarded McDonald's toy found on the sidewalk (will face the winner of matchup #36)

Lube that just. too slippery to be useful (will face the winner of matchup #37)

@hillbilly---man's Archie comics phase World War II veteran who hates sharks (will face the winner of matchup #38) *I changed this one because quite a few of you don't know me and don't care about my Archie comics phase. Apologies to the submitter!

Roasted garlic (will face the winner of matchup #41)

White LEDs (will face the winner of matchup #42)

The placement of all of these was done randomly, but I'll try to seed future rounds based on performance.

The first polls will be published tomorrow