devilbythemoon

[devilbythemoon]

thinking about nanami taking care of stubborn 'it's just a scratch' reader after they get hurt...

"ahh—shit," you hiss, shoko holding the alcohol pad to your forehead with more pressure than you would deem necessary.

"you got yourself a nasty beating this time," the brunette says, "this wound will close in about a week or two, but that bruise..." she cringes as she lifts the bloody pad, seeing the bruising, purple and swollen, around your cheek and eye.

you can only hum in acknowledgment, telling her about the curse user who you'd encountered while trying to take down the actual curse you were sent to kill.

she closes your wound with sterile strips, explaining the healing and cleaning process. she dismisses you on a two-day bed rest order, sending you home only with the promise that you'd come back for a check-up later in the week.

it's late once you're finally slotting your keys into your door, the aching and fatigue finally catching up to you. there's the faint sound of music humming in the background, and the smell of takeout filling your shared apartment.

"hey ken," you call, placing your keys next to his in the dish on the side table, shrugging your trench coat off. you see as nanami comes around the corner, a glass of wine in one hand, his phone in the other by his ear.

"she's home," he says into the phone. "thank you for letting me know, good night." the line cuts and when he takes a good look at your face his features screw up. he mutters your name, a look of fear written all over him as he sets his glass down on the counter.

"i'm okay," you reassure. "who were you talking to?" you walk over to him, brushing a your hand against his tricep in some attempt at comfort.

his hands reach up to cup your face, lips moving down to gently kiss your forehead. "shoko, she just told me everything. why didn't you let me come pick you up? it's not safe for you to drive with an injury like this."

"kento," you reply sternly but with a softness that you know he needs now. "i'm fine, seriously. shoko did the full work-up. no concussion, no bone damage. just a bad bruise."

nanami lets his hands drop to his sides, then one goes to his nose, then lets them fold across his chest. "i just worry."

"i know baby, i know. you know what you can do to help though?" you ask, smiling as much as you can without crying out in pain.

"what's that?" nanami leans over you, a hand resting on the counter while the other tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. he leans down to kiss your unbruised cheek, a smirk on his lips.

"get me some food, i'm starving."

"already done. go sit down, i'll bring it to you." he's insistent, even as you try argue. but any complaints die on your tongue, and he's got you sat on the couch, blanket draped over your lap, all the lights in your apartment dimmed to accommodate the headache you refused to accept you had.

he doesn't even let you feed yourself, chopsticks held firmly in his hand as he feeds you the take out, only the faint hum of the TV in the background. even the movement of your jaw as you chew has your eye twitching, trying to hold back any signs of pain so he doesn't feel obligated to take care of you more than he already has.

you try to fight the way your body is growing more tired with each movement and thought, feeling faint even after having eaten.

"thanks," you hum as he passes you a napkin once you're done eating. a glass of water and painkillers in his hand faster than you can blink.

"drink up," he hums, watching you gulp down the water. "if you need more painkillers throughout the night wake me up and i'll get them for you."

"kento, don't be silly," he rolls his eyes as you continue. "i'll get them myself. now i need a shower, i feel grim." you tug off the blanket, feet shuffling in your slippers as you brace yourself to stand.

taking a deep breath, you push yourself up quickly. feeling well enough, you begin your journey to the bathroom before a jolt of pain runs down your back. you stumble forward, a squeak of discomfort slipping past your lips.

it's not surprising when you hear nanami right behind you, catching your elbow to steady you. "stop," and he's being gentle despite how much you know your stubbornness annoys him.

he swiftly picks you up, letting your ankles cross behind his back and arms wrap around his neck as he carries you. "you never know when to ask for help, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, okay?"

when he sits you down on the bathroom counter, he holds you there in his arms for a while. he kisses your lips, careful of the minor cut, and studies your face for a little while longer. "it looks painful."

you laugh lightly, "yeah. it is." the look on your face so saddening as you admit defeat. "it hurts so bad kento." tears well at your lash line, yet still you hold yourself back.

"it's gonna be alright," he reassures, thumb brushing on the skin of your unbruised cheek, the coolness of his wedding band a reminder of his love for you. "i'm here now, and i'm gonna take good care of you. i just need you to sit here, and look pretty."

nanami manages to make you smile once again, letting you have your moment before you prepare to shower. he's methodical yet calm as he goes through the process.

he sits you down on a stool under the spray of the water, lets your hair soak up before going in with shampoo and letting his calloused fingers massage your scalp. he lets the conditioner sit in your hair while he grabs a washcloth and drags it over the bruises and scrapes feather-lightly—muttering his praises.

it's knowing that he has you, will take care of you no matter what that has you dozing off as he does these things. the tiredness of your day seeping through your bones under the warmth of the water and his skin.

and he lets you sleep like this, will pull your slumped figure into his chest as he finishes washing you up. not daring to wake you or disturb you as he dries you off in a warm towel, pulling clean clothes onto your body.

these little gestures have become a routine in events like this; he does this for you when you're hurt, and you do the same for him. and even though you're on the very cusp of sleep, your brain never filters out the praise which pours from his lips. "you're doing so well for me, sweetheart. almost done."

carrying you into bed, tucking you into the plush comforter—setting out water and painkillers on your nightstand ready for you.

in these moments he won't do your normal clean-up routine for the evening. instead he'll get himself changed as well, get into bed with you and press himself close to you. brushing your hair with his fingers, rubbing soothing circles into your aching limbs, kissing you gently as you mumble at him in semi-consciousness.

"kento, you don't have to do all this," you'll murmur, your eyelids laden with sleep. but even then you can't help but groan happily at the way his fingertips glide against your skin.

"i love you," he says. "and i love you means i choose you. every time."

"mhm," you grumble, tiredness finally overcoming you. "i love you too, kento."

"sleep well, my love."

a/n! pulled this out my ass in like an hour...was supposed to be a drabble bur ahhh....hurt/comfort w nanami does something to me

[devilbythemoon]

no need to write for this bc i just wanted to share a thought

but hyuka who’s getting buffier by the day :< rubbing over his arms and chest and making him blush. because he knows how strong he’s getting. the members do too, but to see you look at him proudly and compliment and praise how strong he’s getting makes him all giddy inside :( wanting to hold you in his arms and protect you from even the smallests of things (even though he’s definitely still a teddy bear) T^T

ok moony but this goes perfectly with the kai as book peeta thing. i think maybe a txt x hunger games crossover fix may be a bit much, but we can at least think about protective kai huh?

this is cheesy but idc ...simply holding you in his arms and whispering to you that you're safe and he's got you—he's always done it and it always gives you butterflies but now that he's gotten a lil muscley it makes him feel even giddier. gives him the biggest confidence boost too which makes it that much hotter

being overprotective at the bar if anyone messes with you, honestly even if they don't, he's still overprotective, giving anyone that looks at you a little too long a dirty look.

singing to you while you're all snuggled into his strong chest!!

[devilbythemoon]

ʚ thinking about yeonjun as the cute barista who works at the cat cafe that just opened ʚ you and your friend stumble into this new cafe and its like!! finally!! something to do since you moved to this town!! you weren’t all about clubbing or partying so this was definitely a safe haven for you to hang out with friends. ʚ the atmosphere is fresh and vibrant. green plants are everywhere and soft jazz fills the air along with the smell of coffee beans and fresh pastries. not to mention the cats?? literally everywhere?? ʚ its all too cute and you feel as if you're in heaven as you sit lazily on the plush couch with a nice cup of your favorite drink ʚ maybe you are just in heaven because who is that cute guy with the thin round lenses cleaning the table across from you?? ʚ you feel your fingers grip you glass a tad bit tighter than needed. and your heart starts to flutter when he suddenly glances up your way ʚ its like some type of cheesy anime scene. the way you both look at each other and immediately turn away the second you realize you were staring at each other a little too long, cheeks flushed and you almost miss the small smile the cute worker gives you ʚ you bite the inside of your cheek as you wrack your brain for ideas on how to start a conversation because well... obviously you cant waste this one chance to talk to the most attractive guy you've ever seen.. </3 ʚ its almost as if the stars align when your friend gets up to use the restroom. leaving you to your thoughts ʚ a small orange cat jumps into your lap, pawing at your leg gently for attention. unfortunately the poor thing knocks over your drink in the process :((( ʚ and of course. its just your luck that the drink spills, scaring the poor creature away and leaving you with a stained outfit. ʚ fortunately for you. mr glasses witnesses the whole thing (because he totally hasn't been staring at you the entire time..) and immediately he jumps to action ʚ "oh no!! I'm so sorry, mango has a habit of being too friendly" he apologizes and immediately uses the rag he had already been using to wipe the table down. ʚ he's so handsome up close. cheek bones prominent as he lets out an apologetic smile. ʚ its your silence that has him awkwardly laughing as he hands you some napkins to clean off the remaining drink from your clothing ʚ "so.. is this your first time here? I've never seen you here before." ʚ right. you had a voice to use. ʚ you nod, "y- yeah um.. first time here with a friend! i- it's really nice!" you stutter out and the young man takes a seat next to you as he watches you pat down your lap. ʚ "well the cats seem to like you.. you should come here often. i didn't catch your name by the way?" he inquires. ʚ "y/n. and you?" "yeonjun." he points to his nametag and you want to smack yourself for not noticing it before. ʚ "well y/n. it's lovely to meet you. it's nice seeing new faces. especially good looking ones." he continues with a smile. ʚ you almost choke from his comment. a bit forward but it seemed so genuine coming from him. you freeze as you try to think of a proper response ʚ "oh! ah- thanks.. ! you.. you're face is... nice too." you trail off shyly. yeonjun lets out a soft laugh and you mentally kick yourself for once again being the most awkward person on the planet ʚ but also his laugh is gorgeous and you could listen to it all day so maybe your embarrassment was worth it. ʚ the timing couldn't have been worse when you see your friend walking back from the restroom. but before she could reach you both yeonjun leans close. ʚ "tell you what y/n. come back again when I'm working and you can get to know this nice face a little more." his voice is quiet and it barely reaches your ears. you feel the warmth of his breath and find yourself turning redder than ever. ʚ you look up at him as he stands from his seat. yeonjun waves as he walks off and you find yourself smiling awfully stupidly because how could you deny such an offer?

♡ Recipe Notes: this isn't proofread at all but i wanted to write something cute and simple <3 yeonjun has been on my mind lately fr. enjoy!

[devilbythemoon]

"i made soonie a hat."

minho looks up from where he's been working on dinner for the past five or so minutes, just to see you proudly brandishing a knit red and white hat in your hands. true to your words, it's the perfect size for soonie, and he can see where there's spots for his little ears to poke out of it.

"is this why you picked up knitting?" minho asks with an amused smile on his face. you'd told him that you just wanted a new hobby... and you did, because you saw pictures of cats with hats and needed this in your life.

you avert your gaze, already flustered at how well your boyfriend knows you. "... shut up." and while minho chuckles, you continue on after a second, "do you think he'll like it?"

ah. right. that's part of the reason why he fell in love with you. the kids love you as much as you love them. "doongie and dori will be jealous."

"i'm working on theirs," you wave him off, looking down at the project you'd been working hard at for a while now. you're only a novice, but minho thinks it looks pretty good. after a moment, you shyly look up at him again. "do you like it, minho?"

"i love it," he smiles at you that cute bunny smile that always leaves you wanting to pepper his face with kisses. maybe you will later, when he's not holding a knife and clearly busy. "make me one, too," he teases. "we could have a family picture one day."

you know this time he's joking... but you think you will, once you feel more confident in your knitting. just to see him smile again.

[devilbythemoon]

“JE TE LAISSERAI DES MOTS”

‧ ˚. pairing: kento nanami x f!reader

‧ ˚. summary: your beloved husband nanami, the one who promised you a trip to malaysia with him, to be the father of the son you were carrying and to live happily with you for the rest of his life—all this, after his mission to shibuya. but if only shibuya hadn't happened...

‧ ˚. warnings: post/shibuya arc canon, so much angst, established relationship, husband!nanami, reader is pregnant, nanami being perfect (so perfect you’ll end up crying), love letter, will & legacy, death, thoughts on death, yuji/mahito/gojo’s mention, shoko makes an appearance, this scene of nanami tightens my heart.

‧ ˚. wc: 1,435

“Malaysia…” Nanami murmured in a long, weary breath.

He was tired.

Tired of all of it.

Even the wounds inflicted by his earlier fight with a curse no longer pained him.

His dream of eternal rest in Malaysia had the effect of morphine on him.

The waves, the warm sand beneath his feet, the cries of seagulls, and your smile that had captured his heart when the sun’s rays illuminated your face. Nanami had always assured you he would be by your side.

But if there was one thing that broke his heart, it was not being able to prevent this gap from affecting you.

He was sorry.

But he thanked himself for having done what was necessary to not leave you with nothing. He had planned for it—ever since the day he vowed never to marry another sorcerer to the day he asked for your hand.

Cursed energy flowed through your veins.

And he knew it.

But he regretted nothing. Not marrying you, nor returning to his work as a sorcerer—without which he would have never met you. From the moment Nanami re-entered the world of sorcery, he already knew he would eventually meet his end. But with or without regret? At the time, he couldn’t have provided an answer, but today, he had one.

Kento Nanami had no regrets.

Perhaps he was the first sorcerer in that regard?

He then thought of the words of his student, Yuji, that pink-haired teenager who kept smiling despite the atrocities fate threw his way.

He would miss him.

And you too.

That thought alone was enough to tear his heart apart. Because you were the one and only person who made Nanami understand that he was not just a cog needed to keep a machine running. That’s why he had never been able to unlock a Domain Expansion.

But with you, it was different.

Nanami would never have thought his death would affect anyone.

But if there had to be one person, it would be you.

If there was one person who would cry at his funeral, it would be you and no one else.

You and the son he was expecting…

You made him understand that Nanami mattered.

That he would be the only one to hold your heart and take it with him forever, leaving you with a hole in your chest until your death. But Nanami knew you wouldn’t be alone.

He was counting on Satoru and Shoko to support you.

So, there was no need to worry or be afraid, right?

So why did he have a knot in his stomach when Mahito placed a hand on him?

Nanami didn’t want to leave you. But the hope of seeing you again one day in peace lifted his spirits.

When Mahito’s power coursed through his body like an electric current and death came to greet him, the last image Nanami saw was yours—you, kneeling on your shared bed one sunny morning, your nose bent towards your round belly that you caressed with love. You lifted your head and smiled at Nanami.

A smile so bright it blinded him, and he saw nothing more.

When his vision adjusted, he was on a beach, alone, but with a light heart.

°°°°

“Bring him back… Please… S-Shoko…” you plead amidst the cascade of sobs that make you stutter. You hammer her chest with your clenched fists in a near-feverish desperation and slide from your nurse friend’s embrace to collapse on the floor, your heart in shambles. “P-Please, I beg you…”

Shoko bites her lip and shakes her head. She carefully wraps her arms around you, avoiding any abrupt movements that could harm you or your baby. “I can’t… Not like this…” she whispers in a voice as pained as yours. “I’m sorry, I can’t…”

And her words seal your fate.

It’s over.

Kento is dead.

Your teeth sink into the flesh of your lips, biting until they bleed. But it doesn’t stop the tears from flowing. The pain overwhelms you. And it always will���just as it has taken your husband.

You break down and dissolve into tears in Shoko’s comforting embrace. She rocks you gently, drawing circles on your back with her hand. “It’s not possible, no, no…”

Another sob escapes you, and you struggle to breathe through the tears. It’s not just your heart that makes you lose your composure. The cold floor of the infirmary sends shivers through your body, and you struggle to breathe properly. Shoko gently lifts your head and massages your shoulders. “Breathe slowly… Everything will be okay…” But her words only worsen your state because they remind you of the ones Nanami used to comfort you whenever something was wrong—your painful periods, your first months of pregnancy, when you were sick… Nanami had been the perfect husband.

And now he’s gone.

Leaving you alone with the solitude.

Your sobs intensify, and a heart-wrenching cry escapes your lips. Shoko holds you tightly and murmurs for you to let go. Her arms wrapped around you are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. At that moment, you want to die and join your husband.

You murmur prayers—a torrent of tears streaming down your cheeks—begging for the return of just one thing…

…Kento Nanami. 28 years old. Born on July 3, 1990. Grade 1 Sorcerer. Husband (and supposed future father of a child who will never meet him), nicknamed ‘Nanamin’ by his kind and adorable student Yuji Itadori…

Please…

°°°°

My love,

Here are some words I write carefully for you. The mission in Shibuya is being prepared, and as a married sorcerer, I think it is necessary, even my duty, to write these words to you. Because, as we have discussed for hours, there is a chance I might not come out of it alive.

But first of all, if you unfortunately come across this letter (and my heart aches at the thought), I ask for your forgiveness.

Forgive me, my love.

And please, do not be saddened.

If you are reading these words, it means I could not escape it.

But instead of burdening you, I have left you a will containing everything that belongs to you.

First, I, Kento Nanami, bequeath to you all of my money, my possessions without any exception. As per your desire, it can either remain in my name or pass into yours.

Next, I have left some small things for you personally…

Do you remember that book you wanted to read the other day? I bought it, read it, and annotated it with my own hand. On every page, you will find comments on my impressions of the reading. I hope this first gift brings you joy.

I also hope you haven’t forgotten the promise I made to you about taking you to Malaysia. I bought two tickets. One is reserved for you, the other for me (if I come back alive). If the second ticket becomes useless, use it as you see fit; I would be overjoyed if you could accomplish what I probably never will.

I hope you never have to read these words, which, oh I know how painful they are, and that we will leave together to travel to Malaysia, far from this world.

I want to tell you one last time that I love you from the depths of my heart and soul.

My sweetheart, I love you.

Sincerely and see you soon,

Your husband,

Kento Nanami.

Your trembling hand holds the letter between your fingers. Your throat tightens, making it difficult for you to swallow, and this simple gesture now seems absurd.

Through his words, you can feel Kento’s smile gracing his beautiful thin lips as he wrote this letter. Why? Why did he have to make your situation worse by being so perfect?

°°°°

Raucous cries, resembling chuckles, are emitted by the seagulls as you let out a sigh from your mouth. The gentle lapping of the seawater soothes your mind, and the warm sand beneath your feet tickles your skin.

A serene smile graces the swell of your lips.

All of it, illuminated by the warm rays of the Malaysian sun.

You place a peaceful hand on your round belly, and the warmth of a second hand, not your own, joins it. Opening your eyes, it feels as if Nanami is standing beside you, as happy as you are to be here.

And even though he is no longer here, Nanami had promised to watch over you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

What he is doing.

And what he will continue to do even after death.

‧ ˚. a/u: i need to say that i didn’t write at least, one sentence or one paragraph, without crying and sobbing my entire soul :)

‧ ˚. tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @alwaysfreakingout

[devilbythemoon]

Playing Animal Crossing with TXT

☆ gender neutral reader

Yeonjun's favourite part is of course decking out his character in stylish outfits and accessories. He opens the game every day just to check the tailors shop, even if he doesn't have time to sit down and actually play. And he's given you an itemised list of specific clothing and glasses he wants you to look out for in your own island's shop. You can't help but laugh when he's pouring all of his attention into the screen, a loose concentrated pout on his lips as he scrolls through the games catalogue, the click of buttons meeting the quiet of the room along with a satisfied "ooh yes" every now and then as his character models the outfits he's hunted down and put together.

One of Soobin's favourite ways to relax is to put on this game that requires so little in contrast to the other video games he is into. It's just enough to keep him busy, but not enough to stimulate him too much after a tiring day. Even better when you're right there beside him with your own console in hand, the two of you tucked up together all cosy, a comfortable silence broken by the sound effects, soft music and occasional comments and smiles shared between you.

Beomgyu is all about the turnip stocks. Does he have it figured out? No. He's like a madman running around his island, dodging stray villagers in search of Daisy Mae on turnip day. He questions the prices each week. Many a time have you heard devastated shrieks and pitiful whining about spoiled turnip stocks because he mindlessly time travelled too far in his eagerness to play more. Beomgyu is also terrible at fishing. He gets too excited and lacks patience. It’s a good thing he’s got you to catch those slippery suckers for him, his head laid on your shoulder as he watches.

Taehyun isn't usually one for video games, preferring to spend his time on real life things. But he appreciates your love for the game, often letting you set it up on the TV in his bedroom or the hotel to occupy you while he is tending to other things. Though, he does end up spend a lot of time milling about watching you play, asking questions, sometimes endeared by the mechanics or simply some of the adorable villagers. Definitely joins in on the workout when he sees it on the screen, making you laugh at how he always finds a way to get some form of exercise in.

Kai has best friend status with all his villagers. He knows their personalities and tastes so well, and he is attached to all of them. Whenever one of them asks to move off the island, he's saddened at the prospect. You remind him that he can look for other villagers he likes that he hasn't had yet, but he always ends up telling the adventure seeking friend to stay. Nobody leaves Kai's island.

[devilbythemoon]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

[devilbythemoon]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

[devilbythemoon]

improvisation - c.yj

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, a little bit angsty?, fake dating, university au, friends to ???, open / ambiguous ending | word count: 725 | warnings: food mentions

part of my 300 followers event!

prompt - UNCERTAIN: while pretending/acting/undercover, the sender says “i love you” to the receiver, but whether they meant it or not is left unknown. (requested by @mazeinthemoon - maybe jjuni who’s normally very shy about his feelings and then when undercover he uses it as the opportunity to say how much he loves reader? :( )

author's notes: hi moon!! thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart for being one of my earliest and biggest supporters, it truly means a lot ♥ i love shy!jjunie and i love the fake dating trope a lot so i'm glad i got to write them both for this prompt! i hope you enjoy!

“so yeonjun, how did you win our little bear over?”

“mom,” you groan, “don’t call me that in front of him…”

yeonjun glances at you with a giggle. “why not?” he says, his teasing smile making your heart beat a little faster. “it’s cute and it suits you.”

your mother grins at him and nods; your father looks up from the chicken he’s eating to raise his eyebrows in approval. at least his impromptu comment is having the intended effect, you think. yeonjun is playing the role of the perfect boyfriend as if he were born for it.

“anyway,” he says, leaning forward across the tiny table in your dorm, “we met in class…”

the story that you and yeonjun tell your parents is mostly true, with a few embellishments that you practiced the day before. the two of you did meet in class, and the two of you did end up being partners for a major project there. you did end up becoming his study buddy after he failed a test, and he did become your lunch buddy after he saw you eating alone. 

but yeonjun talks about how cute you looked on the first day of class, or how warm you sounded when you comforted him after his failure — details he insisted on adding during your rehearsal, and you’re absolutely sure he made them up for dramatic effect. no way in hell would choi yeonjun, resident campus crush, think that someone like you looks cute.

when you call him a sweetheart for offering to sit with you at lunch after your ex-best friend ended your friendship, you know it to be true. but yeonjun calling you cute and warm? no, that can’t possibly be based on reality…

“i asked y/n to date me here in this dorm, actually,” yeonjun continues, his voice soft. “i ordered dinner for them, got all their favorite foods, played their favorite songs… and i said i love them.” he turns to you now, taking your hand in his and kissing it. “and i still do… i love you, baby.”

you freeze. this isn’t what you rehearsed.

but with your mother letting out an aww at your story and your father smiling, you can’t break the illusion. you intertwine your fingers with his and close your eyes, trying to calm the frenzied beating of your heart. why is he going off-script? what does this mean?

“i… i love you too, jjun…” you stammer. your hands are clammy and your face is hot. to your parents, you look like a blushing, lovesick mess.

at least you haven’t blown your cover.

一

the dinner is a success; you’ve managed to convince your parents that you’re happily dating yeonjun and not “languishing alone away from home,” as your mother feared. you should have felt contented washing the dishes while yeonjun dries them and puts them away. everything is going according to plan 一 right?

and yet your mind lingers on the one moment when your friend veered off-script. the soft “i love you,” the feeling of soft lips on your palm. surely yeonjun was merely improvising, convincing your parents of your heart-fluttering romance. but why did it make your heart flutter for real?

“your parents are nice,” yeonjun says as he dries the dishes you washed. “i see why you wanna impress them so much.”

his thoughts interrupt your from your reverie. you were thinking about his improvisation again.

“yeah.” you help him put the dishes away. “they’re a little crazy, but… they’re good to me.”

the question starts to rise in your mind and you feel your cheeks start to burn. all you need to do is ask him: “by the way, where’d that ‘i love you’ come from?” but your throat goes dry every time you try. yeonjun himself never brings it up. silence hangs between you; he looks up at you from staring at the dishcloth in his hands but he immediately turns away, his ears turning pink.

when the dishes are done, he manages to meet your gaze. his voice nearly cracks when he speaks.

“uh... s-see you with your mom again next week?”

“y-yeah... and practice what we’ll say the day before?”

“yeah, of course.”

you’re in such a daze that he’s out the door before you even know it, but he stops to look at you one last time.

“good night, y/n.”

“good night, yeonjun.”

and just like that, you’re left alone to your thoughts.

[devilbythemoon]

Pairing: taehyun x beomgyu

Synopsis: taehyun is madly in love with his straight best friend, beomgyu. so in love he starts coughing up flower petals and blood, poppy flower petals to be precise, gyu's favourite. taehyun knew beomgyu could never reciprocate his feelings and so he has to choose— choose between surgery, and forever losing all his love for beomgyu, or, the inevitable, death.

Genre: hanahaki, angst

Warnings: mcd, mentions of blood,

do let me know if I missed any!

wordcount: 539

Taehyun's heart fluttered erratically as he watched Beomgyu laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile lighting up the room. Taehyun's fingers itched to reach out and trace the contours of Beomgyu's face, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath his touch. But he knew better. Beomgyu was his best friend, and nothing more. No matter how deeply Taehyun's heart ached for him.

As weeks turned into months, Taehyun's feelings for Beomgyu only grew stronger, more consuming. He found himself daydreaming about their future together, about confessing his love and hearing Beomgyu say those three precious words in return. But reality always came crashing down, reminding him of the impossible: Beomgyu was straight.

One evening, as they sat side by side on Beomgyu's couch, watching a movie, Taehyun felt a sharp pain in his chest. At first, he dismissed it as heartburn, but when he coughed into his hand, he saw bright red petals mixed with blood. Panic surged through him as he realized what was happening.

Hanahaki.

He'd heard of it before, a rare condition that afflicted those with unrequited love. And now, he was its latest victim. Tears welled up in Taehyun's eyes as he struggled to hide his coughing fit from Beomgyu. He couldn't let him see. Couldn't let him know.

But as the days passed, Taehyun's condition only worsened. He coughed up petals with increasing frequency, each one a painful reminder of his unrequited love. Poppy petals. Beomgyu's favorite flower.

Desperate for a cure, Taehyun turned to the internet, scouring forums and medical websites for answers. But the treatments were grim: surgery to remove the flowers and erase his memories of Beomgyu, or a slow, agonizing death as the flowers choked the life out of him.

Taehyun couldn't bear the thought of forgetting Beomgyu, of losing the memories they'd shared together. But he also couldn't bear the thought of leaving this world knowing that Beomgyu would never love him back.

Night after night, Taehyun lay awake in bed, grappling with his impossible choice. He couldn't bring himself to tell Beomgyu the truth, couldn't burden him with the knowledge of what his love had wrought. So he suffered in silence, his heart breaking a little more with each passing day.

One evening, as Taehyun lay on his deathbed, surrounded by wilted poppies, Beomgyu sat beside him, holding his hand. "I'm sorry, Taehyun," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I never knew. I never realized how much you loved me."

Taehyun managed a weak smile, reaching up to brush away Beomgyu's tears. "It's okay," he said hoarsely. "I never expected you to love me back. Just having you as my friend was enough."

Beomgyu squeezed Taehyun's hand tightly, his shoulders shaking with sobs. "I wish I could have been more for you," he said brokenly.

But Taehyun shook his head, his vision blurring with tears. "You were everything," he whispered. And with those final words, he closed his eyes, his hand going limp in Beomgyu's grasp.

As Beomgyu wept over Taehyun's lifeless body, he vowed to never forget the love they shared, even if it was only ever one-sided.

And somewhere, in a field of blooming poppies, Taehyun's spirit soared free, finally at peace.

note: this is a short version/drabble of a story I've had on my wip for a while :D hope you liked it!!

thank you for reading, have a lovely day ♡

hanahaki art by gesso912 on twt!

divider by @cold--carnage

[devilbythemoon]

IM SO SORRY I FOLLOW SO MANY BLOGS I FORGET WHO WRITES WHAT IM SO SO SO SO SORRY😭😭🙏🙏but luckily I’m the biggest hopeless romantic in the world😛 I was wondering if you could write jun teaching the reader how to ice skate? I saw a clip of smthn like that on TikTok and it was so cute😭 but again I’m so so sorry I didn’t realize this was an only sfw blog😭 I didn’t mean to try and step over any boundaries and I still love your work no matter what!! ANYWAY TAHTS ALL I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING!!!!

aww it's okay no worries!! and yeah there are lots of lovely writing blogs out there, it's okay to get confused <3

ice skating with jjunie... OH THAT'S SO CUTE 🥺 i imagine him being a pro figure skater for this hehe

when you ask him to teach you how to skate his whole face lights up and his eyes sparkle, he's so excited to share his passion with you! he won't stop giggling and talking as he drives you to the rink where he practices. on the drive you feel your heart racing and you aren't sure if it's from excitement or nervousness -- on one hand, yeonjun's giddiness is infectious and you've wanted to try this for such a long time, on the other hand you're afraid that you'll be terrible at it and test his patience.

you have nothing to worry about though because he's just overjoyed to be able to skate with you anyway. he teaches you the basics first: to balance yourself, to march on the ice, to do short glides and stop, and how to fall safely. every time you manage to glide or march a bit, yeonjun looks at you with a soft smile, eyes shining from how willing you are to learn and try things out. "that's it, baby! you've got this," he says as you manage to skate on your own for a short distance.

he always handles you gently when he corrects your form, careful not to push you off balance by accident. he'll use his hands to position your shoulders or back to the right posture, his touch soft yet firm, explaining how to keep yourself balanced and safe. "careful, love, i don't want you to get hurt."

when yeonjun teaches you how to fall properly you're nervous, but he stands close by with his arms out so that he can catch you if you fall the wrong way. it reassures you, and when you manage to fall and then get up safely he skates towards you, the biggest smile on his face, then takes your face in his hands. "see? you did it!" he squeezes your cheeks and you both laugh.

once you've gotten the hang of it the two of you just skate around the rink holding hands, and the cold of the rink is nothing against the warmth that you feel. yeonjun's heart flutters when you lean on him for support when your balance is shaky, and already he's planning another skating day with you when his schedule allows it <3

[devilbythemoon]

moony is this theme new? literally just brought tears to my eyes im so jealous

i just saw this but no >< this rb side blog has always had this layout hehe :> im glad u like it though!

[devilbythemoon]

any chubby reader n jjuni fluff thoughts in ur head atm? 🥺

oh moony moon moon...you know im always thinkin about this.

cw. chubby!reader, fluff.

just thinking about chubby!reader laying on her tummy while she plays her switch with him resting between ur cute chubby buttcheeks.

hugs from behind while his hands give u a tummy rub. kisses ur shoulder and whispers cute things in ur ear.

him tracing the stretch marks on ur thighs absentmindedly, just loves those little things about ur body, stretch marks, moles, other lil quirks. just absolutely loves all of them.

him rubbin lotion all over ur legs!! idk why this particular thought has been rly driving me crazy recently, but jiggling ur thighs playfully while he rubs it in. maybe squeezing them a lil harsher just to make you blush a lil more :}

tucking his hand between ur crossed legs while ur at the movie theatre, in the car, sitting anywhere really. ur just soso warm and it warms his chilly lil hands up <3

[devilbythemoon]

woke up this morning thinking abt fox spirit yeonjun and oh yes i have no idea where this idea will go but i like it

[devilbythemoon]

──★ ˙ ̟ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ girl dad yeonjun headcanons .ᐟ

warnings: sfw, parent!au, dad!yeonjun, mentions of fem!reader and mom!reader, just self-indulgent tooth rotting fluff ⋆⑅˚₊

a/n: wanted to drop some fluff so here you go... this is a repost from my old blog! originally requested by @https-yeonjun ♡

-> yeonjun always wanted to have a daughter. he’s always wanted a family and whenever he’d envision that family he’d always seen himself having a daughter. or two.

-> he decided from the moment you told him that you were pregnant that the baby was a girl. it didn’t matter how often you chastised him for it, he just knew it.

-> and of course he was right, which he was very smug about.

-> not really. he ugly cried when she was born

-> calls you and his daughter “his girls”; the two most important women in his life :’(

-> he sings to her all of the time :( sung to her when she was still in your belly, sings her to sleep, hums gentle melodies when he’s holding her tight

-> she drops everything to run and greet him when he comes home every day, and yeonjun’s always quick to scoop her up n spin her around

-> she gives him makeovers all of the time! puts pretty bows n barrettes in his hair, puts play makeup all over his face,,, he’s always covered in glitter no matter how hard he tries to wash it off lol

-> he would genuinely enjoy tea parties with his daughter, would go out of his way to make sure they were perfect and complete with everything she could want

-> makes breakfast before either of you are up, loves surprising his girls :(

-> your daughter has terrible spoiled princess syndrome and it’s all yeonjun’s fault!! he’s the most unstrict dad ever. she completely walks all over him lmao

-> he just can’t say no to her!! he’ll get whatever his princess wants, no matter how much it hurts his wallet

-> and she pouts the exact same way he does!! all sad puppy eyes n duck lips omg she’s impossible to reprimand

-> hed be such an affectionate dad T^T constantly wants to hold n cuddle her, give her all of his time and attention, tell her how much he adores her!!

-> she’s his princess and she KNOWS IT!!!

-> soooo supportive in anything his daughter wishes to do! he’d be her biggest cheerleader <3 in the crowd at the school play making sure he’s cheering louder than all of the other dads

-> he’d lose his mind if anything ever happened to her

-> even if it was just her classmates saying mean things, he’d raise absolute hell

-> he’d completely freak out if she gets hurt, even if it’s a little fall or a scrape. immediately runs to coddle her and soothe her cries. she def plays up the waterworks so he gets her ice cream, and he knows this but is too smitten to care

-> he just can’t stand to see her cry :( would do absolutely anything in his power to make her tears stop no matter what

-> i have to stop before i melt oh my god

[devilbythemoon]

guys remember when i freaked out about professor!yeonjun lmaooooooooo we back

cw. professor!yeonjun x adult!student!reader, pining, fluff!!! no smut. but still minors don’t talk to me or interact sorrryyy <3

professor!yeonjun who’s so hot but so dorky. teaches something rly mundane like…i dunno…chemistry or something lmao. he’s extended his office hours for you bc you’re particularly interested in the topic. and he just gets so excited talking about it. smiling at you while he pushes his glasses up >< and then yall suddenly find yourself in this tense eye contact. he clears his throat and “well, i think, uh…it’s getting late, we should probably go.” and you leave flustered, not even able to remember why you went to his office hours in the first place.

professor!yeonjun who noticed that you didn’t attend class the next day. you were too nervous. so he sends you a message (like he does with all his students!) asking if you’re okay. reminding you of his office hours the next day in case you needed to pick up some notes.

professor!yeonjun who’s eyes brighten when you knock on the door, standing to greet you, almost stumbling over something bc he’s so flustered. “hi!” “hi professor choi…sorry i missed class—“ and he just makes sure everything’s ok and you’re getting overwhelmed with the coursework. “nono- i’m okay. i, uh, it was just a headache.” “i’m glad you’re feeling better.” and it’s that intense eye contact again. “…you’re probably here for notes, hm?” “oh! yeah yeah. that’d be great.”

professor!yeonjun whose ears turn red. every. time. you make eye contact with him. and you definitely pick up on it. but having a crush on a professor is silly, no? he’s never been creepy or pushy in any way. you can just tell he has a lil teeny crush on you too. so you start getting a little brave. leaving smiley faces next to your name at the top of your scantrons. it takes him a while, but he eventually reciprocates. drawing a smiley face next to your score with his red pen.

professor!yeonjun who’s bummed during finals. will he ever see you again? he’s gonna miss you popping into his office to ask questions so you can watch him rant about his favorite topic. he’s gonna miss your lil giggles at his dumb jokes in class. no one else laughs at them. but when you go to turn in your final scantron, he’s so happy to see a post it stuck to it, looking up at you with bright eyes. but oh no, there’s another student. he better hide it real quick even though he hasn’t had the chance to read it yet. and you scurry off quickly, smirking to yourself.

professor!yeonjun who’s grading them back in his office, already forgotten about the post it. so when he sees it again, his heart races. since youre not my professor anymore :) 555-345-6789. and he’s so so flustered. but doesn’t rush into it. waits until grades are posted. you’ve almost lost hope. but then one day-

hi! this is yeonjun (professor choi lol). was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something?

and he hits send, throws his phone, and runs away ehehehe.

[devilbythemoon]

THIS IS SO DUHRENSBWHAGWJAKsowhsn

re: most recent prince jjuni thought

okay okay but imagine the other way around 0.0 you being known for being cold and arrogant at times but then he gets paired with you and he’s so so scared because what if the rumors are true?? tries his best to make the BEST first impression but ends up tripping and falling over and he’s so so embarrassed :( but then you laugh.. a genuine laugh, not a cold-hearted, mean, bully-laugh, but one that makes his heart pump and his eyes sparkle with joy

MOON THIS IS ACTUALLY SO SWEET there are real tears in my eyes 🥹

he practices his etiquette and poise weeks before his first meeting with you - he's heard all the rumors and he's terrified, but if he can't get out of this arranged marriage then he'll try to make the most of it. then when he meets you for the first time to make your engagement official, all that practice flies out the window when he trips and falls while trying to bow and be respectful. he's so scared that he can't even get up to look at you, he can only imagine the disappointed frown or the cruel smirk on your face--

but then you laugh, not a mean laugh but a real one, and his heart stops not from fear but from something else entirely.

you crouch down and offer your hand to help him get up. you smile at him, not the cruel smirk he imagined but a real warm smile -- "are you alright, your majesty?"

and in that moment a millon butterflies erupt in his stomach.