#Aria writes

[bungouchronicles]

Imagine living in the slums your whole childhood, watching your friends, your family starve and die on the regular. One day you lose everything to some lowlife criminals, but there comes a man dressed in black who tells you that he can give you a reason to live, inviting you into the port mafia. He wraps his coat around you and for a moment you feel hope for the first time in your life.

Then he hits you. You never expected the mafia to be a loving place but it still makes your heart sink into your stomach.

But you still want him to be kind to you, you still want him to like you because he gave you purpose. So you do everything you possibly can to reach that goal of acknowledgement. You bring yourself to the brink of death just to please him.

But he still leaves.

And he finds someone else, someone who is in every way less than you. He gives him purpose and he's kind to him. This new apprentice has done nothing deserving of this and still, he gets everything you could've ever wanted, and he doesn't even realize it. He still complains about his past wounds.

You'll kill him, you have to. You must prove to that man no longer dressed in black that you've become strong, stronger than his new apprentice can ever be.

That is your purpose.

[punkinspice]

 CHAPTER 2 IS OUT!!! 🖤🤍💜💜💜🧡💎

[ariadynamics]

It’s been 87 years, but besties, it’s finally happening 😭.

[footnotesaregreat]

This brain is filled with cake and icing.

These eyes see stars and planets,

and planets that failed to become stars.

This brain, turned amber and sticky with sugar,

can't yet fathom the roaring reality unravelling,

wrapping around everyone like burned caramel,

uncontrollably boiling over the stove.

These eyes that see entire galaxies,

and nebulas like sharks and dragons

hover through the world, not quite touching it;

what if it shudders and crumbles once more beneath their weight?

What can be created from burned sugar and broken pastries?

The brain that was once told it did not need fantasy,

is slowly climbing on stairs made from stardust and meteorites,

looking at a world held together

by chocolate and caramel filling in the cracks.

[elysian-chaos]

do i wanna know? - suguru getō

summary: suguru might want you just a little too much word count: 2k(ish) contents: suguru x gn!reader, pre-relationship, no curses au, both are in their early-ish 20's, pining, yearning, flirting, there's one (1) kiss scene, pet names (included but not limited to: gorgeous, baby, angel, i think i threw in sweetheart a couple times), drinking (there's a scener where they do shots), smoking (shoko only), satoru and shoko, mentions of shoko flirting with women, being drunk, some food, this is essentially a song fic, suguru is pathetic for reader, if you want things to make sense this is literally not the place, sugu with his hair tied, soft soft soft, too many commas, maybe kinda cringe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (english is not my first language but my perfectionist ass tried my hardest okay😭) author's notes: thank you @storiesoflilies for the delicious brain worm that led to this and for listening to my ideas about it. and to @ohimsummer for beta-reading this (everyone "say thank you summer!!" because without summer this would be kinda stiff and awkward). i love the both of you 🥹💛 this is a part of a series (hopefully the motivation to write doesn't leave me) so keep your eyes peeled for the rest. also reblogs are highly appreciated👉👈

“you can put it on my tab.”

you hear a voice behind you as you finish ordering your drink at the bar of the club, a refuge from the bright colourful lights of the dance floor, turning your head slightly to look at the newly familiar face as he stands behind you.

(have you got colour in your cheeks? he wonders.)

“suguru,” you chastise softly, the corners of your lips twitching up at the feel his hands coming to rest at your waist. “i can pay for my own drinks, you know?”

“i know,” you can feel his lips curve against your ear as he leans forward, warm fingers grasping at your chin to look at you properly, “can’t i buy a drink for you, gorgeous? see that beautiful beautiful face flush, hm?”

suguru’s heart preens at the sight of your cheeks gaining colour, you pressing the side of your face into your shoulder with a smile.

“fine. i’ll let you buy the drink for me. i’m still not happy about it though.”

he chuckles, picking up the drink from the bar as the bartender places it, grabbing your hand gently to guide you in front of him, “come on, everyone’s waiting for us.”

“i never even told you i was going out tonight,” you comment, looking at him with curiosity, trusting him to save you from stumbling or running into anything or anyone.

“didn’t have to, gorgeous. just guessed.”

“because you know me so well?”

“didn’t say that either,” he chuckled, carefully piloting you through the crowds of drunks and servers to one of the corner booths from where you could already hear satoru’s loud laughter and see the smoke flowing from shoko’s lips.

“sho!” you exclaim, escaping suguru’s orbit, a rogue plane, for practically skipping to your new centre of gravity, slipping into the booth on the same side as the brunette to hug her.

shoko chuckles as she drapes her arm around your shoulder, keeping the cigarette in her other hand away from you and nuzzling her nose against your temple, “hey.”

you smile harder. “i missed you! you were supposed to call me,” you complain as you pull away before turning to satoru and high-fiving the man with teasing on the tip of his tongue, ready to unravel.

suguru watches with a fond smile as you interact with his best friends, sitting down beside satoru and placing your drink in front of you.

the conversation flows easy, the four of you talk and laugh and drink before satoru whisks shoko away to the dance floor, leaving you and geto alone.

you scoot further in the booth, creating space for him to sit beside you as you watch his friends dance, taking sips of your drink. you lean your head against suguru’s shoulder, an arm looping with his.

“he’s so easy to be around.”

suguru notes the hint of envy wrapped in admiration in your voice, honeyed eyes captivated by your face rather than the sight of his friends goofing off, voice soft, “don’t tell me you’re jealous of him of all people?”

“it’s not—“ you pause, trying to word the sentence in your brain before you speak, not wanting to stumble as you try to explain yourself, black hair tickling parts of your face and neck, “— jealousy jealousy. i just wish i could be like that too. easy to be around, easy going and i don’t know, just not so awkward.”

“you aren’t that awkward, angel,” he wonders what is obvious in his gaze, the glittering hearts or the tinge of green at your enamourment of his best friend’s personality.

you turn your head to look up at him, only a few inches between you, always so eager to escape your feelings, not here, not now, “if you say so. do you wanna do shots?”

by your fourth shot, you’ve both found yourself at the bar stools, technically him on the stool and you in his lap. you’re close. so close that you can’t tell anymore if the tequila you smell is on his breath or yours, close enough that you can see the specks of black in his amber eyes, bees frozen in resin; letting him hold his glass at your lips and yours to his as you lick the salt off the rims before your arms tangle and you down your own shots, pushing your lemon wedges into each other to stabalise them in the air, biting to release the sour juice and feel your noses nuzzle.

“do you think you have the guts to ask now?” you giggle, throwing away your juice-less lemon wedge into the metal bowl with the rest.

he nods and you rest your hand on his chest, right over his sternum a he leans even closer. “well, sweetheart,” his voice is heavier, words slurring, breath hitching; your hand trailing up to stroke the contours of his collarbone, “i’ve been wonderin’ if that heart of your is still open. an’ if so, i wanna know what time it shuts.”

“for you or d’ya wanna set me up with one of your pretty friends?” you tease drunkenly, pretend biting his cheek, letting your nose nuzzle against his ear.

(i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.)

you can feel him about to sigh and before you know it you’ve picked up another shot to down, searching for respite from his disappointment in the inhibition.

half an hour later you’re both delightfully drunk, snuggled together in a different booth, food in front of you as you giggle. shoko is by the bar, flirting with a woman while satoru is curled up in your old booth, covered up in her jacket. the ambiance has changed as the number of people decreased, softer music with softer lighting, a far cry from the shitty pop songs and the colourful disco lights only thirty minutes ago.

“tell me a secret,” you demand, carefully picking out the cheesiest nachos from the plate in front of you to eat.

(how many secrets can you keep?)

“a secret?” he confirms, swallowing the bite of corn dog in his mouth, adam’s apple moving. as his jaw clenches momentarily. “why?”

“just ‘cause. can’t i want to get to know you better?”

“fine,” he murmurs, a huff escaping his lips as he sits up and leans closer, pressing his lips against your helix. “i...” he exhales softly, “had a dream about you like once.”

(i’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.)

suguru feels a touch of worry when your eyes widen, “really?”

“really, angel. cause recently i’ve found this song that reminds me of you somehow and i play it on repeat, until i fall asleep. so how can i not dream of you when you’re all i can think of before i sleep?”

(and spill the drinks on my settee.)

“i mean, it makes sense—” that’s when he cuts himself off, realising that the emotion in your eyes isn’t shock, but wonder. wonder as you call his name, wonder as you tell him to shut up, and that wonder is mirrored in his own eyes as he hears your next words.

“i’m sorry to interrupt, i am, i just want to kiss you so bad. can i?”

and suguru wonders if this is a dream, resists the urge to slap himself in front of of you as he gulps and nods, a pathetic little ‘please’ tumbling out his lips.

he lets you maneuver his face to your liking, eyes fluttering shut at the tender hold your cold fingertips establish on his face, pulling him down as you reach up to press your lips to his. there isn’t much to the kiss, just your lips moving against his. but if he tilts his head closer, he can feel your eyelashes brush against his the skin under his eyes, the side of your nose bumping against his and he feels like his head could explode. a part of him, the same part that gently grasps your chin, desperately hopes that you feel the same. that your heart feels like it’s been flash frozen and then blasted with fire, like your brain has short circuited like his, each thought singing of you, you, you.

he lets the kiss go on your terms, willing to lose his oxygen, his life, to the feel of your lips. the electrons of your body vibrating in phase with his and it’s as if thought you can feel him and you hit the same note, reach the perfect harmony, against the chaotic hum of the universe. like twin stars orbiting each other, bound to deplete the other of their layers before exploding into supernovae.

you pull away with a soft gasp, eyes fluttering open as your fingers move of their own volition to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

“why do you always act like this at nights and never during the day?”

(he can’t find it in his heart to say, now i’ve thought it through, i’ll always be crawling back to you.)

you tilt your head at his sudden question; lips parted as you lick at them for the taste of him and salt and lemon juice, as you whisper in response, “because we’re different people at night, baby.”

(darling, we both know, that the nights are mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.)

you make sure shoko and satoru are securely situated in the cab, seat belts fastened and loudly discussing how shoko has shared her location with the both of you as satoru sleeps with his head against her shoulder. you bid her goodbye and shut the door, watching the taxi drive off and you’re once again left alone with suguru.

you let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, his soft, black hair tied in a ponytail flowing over his other shoulder as he walks you home.

(do i wanna know?)

he watches the streetlight shine on your face, shadows of wild hair dancing to your drunk shenanigans, letting you use him as your centre of gravity to stop you from falling. he’d let you use him however you wanted, he thinks, he only needed the word. but he smiles, watching you dance and skip around as he walked you home.

(if this feeling flows both ways.)

“do you, suguru geto, ever get a fear that you can’t let go of?”

(that you can’t shift, the type that sticks around like something in your teeth.)

“not that i can think of... why?”

(are there some aces up your sleeve?)

“no reason,” you shrug with feigned nonchalance.

(i’ve no idea that i’m in deep.)

he walks you the entire way to your apartment building, drunk rambling, flirting, yearning.

“do you ever think of callin’ me?” he asks, draping his jacket over your shoulders from his arm as he watches you shiver.

you give him a confused look which turns into a soft, breathy chuckle, breaths turning white as they condense from the cold air, “i call you almost everyday, silly.”

“no. when you’ve had a few.”

(cause i always do.)

“i don’t drink by myself, handsome. you always find your way to me when i’m drinking. i think you listen to my brain calls. so maybe?”

his lips form a little ‘o’ in realisation, cheeks turning pink. he rubs his cheek against your head like a cat scenting you but you pay no mind in your drunken state as you come to a stop at the entrance of your building.

he hates the sadness in your eyes as you look at him, the both of you separating as you move to stand facing him.

“it’s always sad to see you go,” you murmur softly, squeezing his fingers that are intertwined with yours, eyes weighed down by well earned sleep.

(i’m always hoping you can stay.)

“you can come see me or call me to see you whenever you want, baby,” he reminds lightly, a step closer, hands resting on your shoulders to fix the jacket on your frame.

“promise?”

you extend your little finger towards him and suguru smiles, a feeling of familiarity as he links his pinky with yours and presses a kiss to your head, “i promise, angel.”

(i don’t know if you feel the same as i do. but we could be together, if you wanted to.)

[perfectquote]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[sinsandsweetness]

having extremely dirty thoughts about stepdad!Rick, so i thought i’d share…

GOOD MANNERS & DIRTY SECRETS

(stepdad!Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+, use of “daddy”, overstim, vibrator, squirting… u know the drill <3

Imagine Rick snooping through your nightstand, thinking he’ll probably find something fun and naughty, but not realizing it would be a huge, pink, magic wand, tucked way in the back under a couple of vintage playboy magazines. His cock starts to stir in his jeans at the thought of you using it late at night when he’s asleep in the bedroom across the hall. Trying your best to keep quiet, biting your lip and gripping your strawberry patterned pillowcase. Of course, you immediately catch him being a fucking perv, scowling as you reach your bedroom door. About to chew him out for going through your stuff, but you stop yourself. Eyes going wide and swallowing hard when you see your dirty little secret, being turned over and inspected in his palm. Your heart and mind start to race when he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. Worried that you’ll be in trouble. That he might be angry with you. Well, more so at the fact that you’d been keeping it from him. But he doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even give you a second to react before the door is locked and your shorts are on the floor. Your legs pushed right to your chest as he holds you against the plush mattress. With the toy on the highest setting, he presses it right against your clit, over the fabric of your white cotton panties. And you cum so embarrassingly quick that you actually apologize. As if he would mind. As if you needed his permission. And at that thought, along with your pathetic, repetitive, whimpering, “m’ sorry-”, he has to squeeze the base of his cock. Belt already unbuckled and jeans pushed halfway down his ass. He keeps the vibrator on your sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re a squirming mess underneath him. With adorable, little tears, welling up in your innocent eyes. When he notices, he decides to tell you what he what he really thinks. “If you wanna own a fuckin’ toy like this, then you better be able to take it, sweetheart. So cut it out. Enough with the tears, yeah?” And to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t let up when you cum again. Not until you’re physically writhing against his hold, grabbing at his forearm and begging him to stop because you really can’t take it anymore. That’s when he gives you a break. Just long enough to pull your damp panties to the side. A groan slips from his lips at the sight of your picture perfect pussy, all slick and glistening. The wetness that he helped create, sickeningly sweet and starting to drip down your ass. As tempting as a forbidden fucking fruit, he can’t even resist what he does next. Lining his thick, swollen, cock up with your entrance, he pushes in and fucks you hard with the wand back against your clit. Wiping your wet cheeks with his thumb, as your eyes roll back. Your quads starting to shake and twitch at the overstimulation, but you can’t even make out any words to object. Hell, you can barely think, you’re so drunk off his cock. Blissed out from the wand and his attention and his filthy words of praise. Your sweet spot being rammed into with every thrust. “Takin’ it so well, baby. One more. Just one more, sweet girl. I promise.” And he’s trying his hardest not to cum, because lord knows he could have from the sight of you alone. But soon enough, you’re moaning like a damn pornstar, whimpering against his lips as you pull him in close, “Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you-” while you release all over him, soaking the sheets below. And the only thought going through Rick’s mind while he coats your tummy with his pearly, white ribbons, is how fucking precious you are, thanking him for making you squirt all over your stepdads cock.

(this started as a daydream, however I may have gone overboard…)

taglist - (crossed out means I couldn’t tag you) @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae @catt-leya @murder-jacket @miinbun @ankhmutes @eternalrose81 @cl0wnb0yyy

please feel free to comment/reblog if you enjoy my crazy, filthy thoughts <3

[perfectfeelings]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[quotefeeling]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[littleplantfreak]

Inmate Togame? Inmate Togame

So inmate Togame Jo who's well mannered to a point. He doesn't do much harm, and is always polite to you as a nurse to the prisoners. Sure he has a bad habit of calling you pet names, but that's the least offensive thing you've been called while working.

When he does get into fights, he waits patiently as you tend to the other people first, saying he's good with being the last one out. He likes to watch you work, thinking even if it's one sided that it's time well spent with you, and it's hard to mind those pretty green eyes being on you the whole time.

And when he has to take his shirt off to let you look at some bruised ribs, he can tell you're staring at more than just the bruises. He won't say anything, but when he leaves later he brushes his knuckles across your lower back to watch your reaction, pleased to see you arching from it.

Things go back and forth a weird push and pull of you both trying not to get too close but also soaking up the other's presence until he gets in a nasty fight. One that somehow lands him in solitary, though they've thrown him in there without bringing him to get checked up first, leaving you demanding the guards let you in. Against their concerns, you insist he'll be nothing but civil with you.

He's bloody and still heaving from the fight as he sits on the floor slumped over, but most of the blood actually isn't his, which is a relief you guess. When he kisses you as you get a closer look at his face, suddenly all bets are off and you're both starved for one another. Needless to say once the guards knock to check in, you request more time with the patient due to extent of injuries.

[forgottenarias]

One Night | Arthur & Aria

"Everyone, my lady. They are, all of them, my father's people. They are all mine to protect."

Arthur's words ran through Aria's head again as she stared across the great hall to where Eilia was seated next to the Emperor. Aria knew the look her on her sisters face, the well practiced Stafford expression that meant to convey no expression at all. Aria had hoped that the Emperor had given up his goal of marrying her sister when he had declared the Staffords bastards but it seemed that would not be the case.

Aria pressed her back against the wall, feeling a bit out of her own skin dressed in the silks and satins Cassandra had insisted she wear when Aria had asked the youngest Varmont princess about attire for the tournament. Aria had never imagined Cassandra would commisson her an entire set of outfits for her to wear for the event. Part of the plan, she'd told herself and Eilia when they'd been delivered to their tiny quarters. It was all part of the plan.

"Eilia should be queen," Aria thought to herself, an often repeated mantra in these past weeks. She watched her sister give Roderick a short response to whatever question he had asked of her. Though the Emperor's face did not show it, Aria imagined he was less than pleased with her limited responses.

"Butcher I may be, but butcher I do not wish to remain."

Aria heard the guard next to her, who had been her near constant companion during the tournaments events, yawn. Aria turned her head slightly so she could just see him out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm not planning on running away if you'd like to go take a nap," Aria informed him. The guard frowned, saying nothing, though he suddenly was adjusting his stance, standing straighter and no longer leaning against the wall as she herself was in that moment. Aria turned her gaze back to the crowd to gauge the reason and was met with Arthur Varmont making his way towards her.

"Eilia should be queen," Aria thought to herself once again as Arthur reached her. Despite herself, she smiled slightly as he approached. It had been today Arthur had finally found himself the champion of the day and Aria had silently reminded herself she shouldn't look too pleased when he finally claimed victory.

"Let me offer you congratulations on your victory today, Imperial Highness," Aria offered, clasping her hands behind her back as she pushed away from the wall, standing up properly to speak with him. The pair had spoken little in the past days with the activities and festivities that had been taking place, but Aria had seen the small white fabric pinned to his surcoat each time he'd entered the tournament grounds. Aria had made a point not to think about why she'd handed him that handkerchief, not to think about how he'd interpreted her gesture. Aria Stafford could not admit that to herself... not yet.

"I am here to do all the good I can."

"Seeing you out there today did make me realize how dearly I miss riding from time to time," Aria mused, suddenly unsure of what more to say. "Tomorrow is to be... a group..." she paused, fumbling for the word. "Melee?" she finally concluded.

Tournaments had been rare in Astaira in the way the Varmonts held them, the country being more prone to festivals that all could partake in. There had been competitions, yes, but wargames had rarely taken place.

[bungouchronicles]

So I have this headcanon that Dazai and Fyodor first met during those two years Dazai spent undercover and I wanted to write something about it.

However it got way out of control and now I'm writing this multi chapter fanfic about their time together and how they went from what they once were to what they now are.

It focuses a lot on both Dazai's mourning and eventual adapting into "normal" society and Fyodor's own religious fanaticism aswell as his obsessive plans for the world even before the official rise of the doa (it does exist as V, just not in the same way as it does now)

[lxdymoon0357]

Hey, first of all, you're an absolute gift for single handedly fighting the fanfic drought in the villainess reverses the hourglass fandom. I read all your fics about it and I'm not even a Lohan fan lol. I was hoping to request Karin (platonically) with a reader who's her stepdaughter like mielle but they actually have a good relationship. Before Karin's wedding, her and reader have a conversation and reader tells Karin that when she thinks of a mother, she thinks of her and it's a cute found family moment. And it's my first time requesting so if it's too vague or too detailed or anything please lmk!

(Oh m god, thank you so much!! This made my entire week, for a thank you, take this post extra early and extra nice. I worked hard. See? This is what you guys can get if you give me compliments, yes i'm an attention whore. No, I do not care.|| found family troupe? You're Mielle's sister too. Fem! Reader. ALSO FIRST POST OF 2025)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Mum's bonus princess

Carin would be running around usually, doing something with Aria or something. But right now, she was being fitted for her wedding dress, so she was busy to do anything. Admiring the way the lace was being fitted, Carin wouldn't mind saying she was highly privileged to somehow get here and give her darling daughter Aria this sort of life.

But her mind did stray to her current husband's three children he had with his previous wife; Cain, the eldest son, Mielle, the daughter who was sort of stand-offish to her but still civil and bubbly, and finally you, Y/N..Possibly the favourite of your entire family, adored by your brother, Mielle, maids and your father.

She hoped you wouldn't be offended by Aria and her coming to your house. She knew the ideas of nobles had about commoners, especially ones like her who seemed prettier than most; you're either heavily blessed by gods and somehow luckier in life, or you're unluckier than most..

For someone like her, who has a child, it was the latter for her. Most people would simply blame her for being involved with a man, as if she was a seductress with her figure and beauty.

But Carin worked hard to give her daughter the life she wanted, and she hoped she could enjoy this life and her stepchildren would be civil with her.

Finally being done, Carin was walking out to the garden when she saw you giggling gently in Mielle's arms at the table with your father and brother, Mielle softly blowing raspberries on your cheek as you giggled, your hands dug into her straight and soft blonde hair and her fluffy collar-ed dress, while Aria watched from aside, as your eyes glanced at Carin before they were again brought back by Mielle on her face.

She immediately felt saddened, hoping maybe this situation might fix as she walked to Aria, patting her back, who kept watching Mielle play with you on her lap and in her arms.

"Why don't you play with them?" Carin gently asked, as you let out a particularly loud laugh as Mielle giggled, holding you close to her, as Aria looked down, "..Mielle doesn't want me near Y/N.." she said huffing as Carin sighed, her eyes falling on her husband.

Her husband looked at her, as she motioned with her eyes to make his children include her girl to as he shrugged, "Mielle, why don't you and Aria talk? You're two the same age and who knows you might find something in common?", he said as Miellee turne to Aria, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as your brother took you in his arms as you giggled, patting Cain's face, as you turned to your father with a giggle and the new mum.

Mielle moved beside to sit with Aria, of-course very standoff-ish and unapproachable but Carin motioned for Aria to try to make conversation and they got a bit dry conversation going which did make Carin smile as she sat down at the table, her eyes turning to you giggling and playing in your brother's lap as your brother and father watched you lovingly.

She got to know everyone, except you, but it was simple to say Carin was nervous. You were the literal baby of the family and possibly everything ran around your finger, she did not even get to talk to in public like this due to her own nervousness.

If you did not like her, you could end this entire marriage within seconds, so hopefully she begged that Mielle wasn't feeding you ideas that she was trying to replace your mum.

Of-course you slid out of your father's lap and waddled back to Mielle, you adored her more than anything, being so young..you had Mielle around your fingers too, Mielle only smiled, picking you up and placing you on her lap as she continued to converse with Aria about fashion trends going on in social circles.

"And baroness Herovi-"Hovii" you copied Mielle as she giggled, "Oh? You want to join elder girls now, do you?" she gently kissed your cheek as you squealed in happiness, pulling gently on her hair as Emma smiled, gently patting your back as you kissed Mielle's cheek, making her smile, Aria stood aside, smiling a bit outcasted, but happy at your cuteness as well.

"Ri'.." you softly giggled, turning to Aria and catching her eyes, her hair was wavy, bouncy, not like Mielle's and you wanted to touch it as Emma held you back, making you pout and whine to remove your grip and touch Aria's hair.

but Emma kept a tight hold, she'd rather die than let her late lady' darling child interact with a commoner..

But seeing your distress, Mielle sighed, you were stubborn, no idea who you got it from, and she loved you..she promised herself and her mother to support you in whatever you wanted and supposedly, right not, you wanted to touch Aria's hair, so she swatted and removed Emma's hand from your tin, chubby wrist,

"Let them be, Emma" Mielle said, almost upset as Emma surprisingly stepped back as Aria gently waved to you as you reached out to her, Mielle didn't want to hand you over.

She loved keeping you on her lap, but as she turned, she saw her father motioning for her to let you bond with your stepsister..So she sighed,

"Keep your hands steady on my sibling, better not drop them"

Mielle hissed to Aria, who nodded nervously and held out her hands as you giggle and stayed in her arms, almost her size since Aria was such a small girl, despite being Mielle's age.

You gently dug your hand into Aria's hair and giggle, holding it up as if to show it to Mielle, who had arms crossed but nodded with a smile, "Yes..her hair is blonde, like mine" she smiled, gently rubbing your back while you were in Aria's arms.

Carin smiled, atleast Ari was being included, that's all that mattered to her. You spent a while in Aria's arms, babbling about everything and anything, which made no sense.

You were talkative, Carin and Aria learned.. After a while, Mielle again took you back into her arms, since that was more than enough for Aria's first time with you, as you giggle, holding onto Mielle's lacy collar as she gave you biscuits and broke them smaller for you to grab easily and not choke,

"Chew gently, okay?" she said, lovingly as she gave you a piece in your tiny fist.

The day spent, hour and Mielle, Aria and Cian had to leave for some lessons, leaving you giggling on you father's lap, as Carin watched with a smile,

as you gently turned to her, finally spotting her in awhile. You thought she was a bit scary, like evil stepmum from Cinderella but she got your gifts sometimes and Mielle liked her, so you were scared..but accepting her, somewhat.

You kept eyeing her, looking at her. She was so pretty, but was she nice?? Like Mielle or Cain or your father? Will she make you work in rags for Aria???

You couldn't tell, but you unconsciously reached to her, making your father and Carin freeze up in slight surprise before your father motioned Carin to take you, a bit upset she was leaving you waiting.

Carin immediately took you closer, holding you on her lap like she used to for Aria, your hands fiddling with her fan as you held onto the purple lace of her dress, while Carin smiled,

"So..Are you ready for your new mum yet?" your father asked as you turned to him and your cheeks formed a pout,

"No! I won't wash dishes in rag clothes!", "...What?"

you huffed, turning your head and flopping backwards causing Carin to hold you, why do children act like jelly when annoyed?!

"...Sweetheart, again..What did you say?" your father asked as Carin sat there, exasperated, already catching up to what you meant, "I won't be washing dishes and clothes in rag clothes with evil stepmum like Cinderella!" you huffed, crossing your arms.

Your father almost laugh but only chuckled and gently rubbed your back,

"no, it's okay. Your new mum will not make you work in rag clothes. She's just a new mum",

"like shopping bags?", "No-", "like dolls?!" you asked excitedly.

That made Carin hide her face behind her fan while your father awkwardly apologized to Carin, who brushed it off with a 'it's okay'.

"No, a mum", "muma?" you asked turning to Carin who gently pulled her fan down and nodded, "yes. I'll be a new mum and I won't be evil, promise" she assured you, making you uncross your arms and tilt your head.

"So...No cinders for me? No Cindered.....no CinderY/N?" you asked curiously making her smile and shake her head, "you don't have to be covered in cinders." she assured, as you giggled,

"Okay..New mum is amazing!!" you said excitedly, "Alright, time to sleep" your father said as Carin hugged you one last time because you wanted it and ran off to your father where your father took you away to put to bed.

Atleast Carin wasn't dying to call you CinderY/N or make you clean in rags..Mielle wouldn't ever allow it, but a bonus princess was nice. Especially if she was like you, preferably you.

[orchid3a]

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎, 𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

―୨୧⋆ ˚ or itadori yuuji proving to be the best boyfriend ever

―୨୧⋆ ˚ content: fem!reader, yuuji and sukuna are twins, yn and sukuna have a beef, mentions of vengeance (yn is going to kill sukuna lol), mentions of flu, yuuji being the greenest green flag ever, nobamaki as hachinana, sukuna's foul language, choso being the older brother, beta-reading (?) ―୨୧⋆ ˚ word count: 1.6k words ―୨୧⋆ ˚ author’s note: woah… it has been a year since i posted a fic of mine lol. well, i just want to start this year popping out my love for itadori yuuji <3, hope you all like this fic, please reblog and comment <3 i have to thank t*kt*k for this idea ―୨୧⋆ ˚ tagging: @blueparadis

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The only sounds in your room were your sneezes and soft imprecations towards whoever cursed you to stay bedridden on the most important weekend of your nerd life.

The anime convention of the month. You spent so many energies to craft your cosplay, and even managed to make one for your boyfriend, Yuji, so you two could make a couple cosplay. However, here you were, bedridden with a fever of 39°C, while your friends were having fun at the convention.

And you knew who he was, and you would make him pay for his ruining it. You could gamble your allowance that someone was a certain cute pink-haired boy’s twin, a certain mean and annoying twin who hated seeing you and his kind twin happy together.

Your thoughts of vengeance were interrupted, once again, by your nth sneeze, as you sighed loudly, before falling in the soft warmth of the bed. Grumbling, you turn on your side, your hand tasting the night table near your bed. Your fingers met something cold, your phone, as you took it. The screen brightness almost blinded you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, to make them adjust to the brightness. Once again, you opened it and noticed a few texts from your friends, it seemed that they were having fun at the convention.

Nobara sent you a photo of her and Maki, dressed up as Hachi and Nana from NANA. You almost fawned on how pretty and cool they were, you typed a long message declaring how much you adored and loved their cosplays. You coughed a little, as you saw other messages from your other friends who were there. Honestly, you wanted to cry, it wasn’t fair that they managed to enjoy the convention, while you were in your room coughing and sneezing. You spent days, no weeks, to prepare the perfect cosplay, managing to not spend too much money and sew almost the entirety of the costume, create some of the accessories, and the only thing you had to buy was the wig. You were proud of yourself and your work. Frustrated, you put the phone on the night table once again, before rolling on your side, trying to gain sleep, at least you could do that without coughing or sneezing.

“(-me).”

“(-me).”

You grunted as you rolled in your fuzzy sheets, trying to ignore the voice, however your attempt was a failure as someone stripped them off. Before you could curse him, your eyes met with the brown ones of your boyfriend, Yuji. You blinked a few times, surprised, you didn’t expect to see him, especially after going to the convention for who knew how long. Coughing, you tried to stand up, however, Yuji immediately helped you sit straight and even put a pillow behind your back, so you could stay comfortable. He was such a househusband material, you thought as you coughed one last time.

“Thank you, Yuji.” You thanked him as he gave you the water bottle that was on the nightstand. “Why are you here? Aren’t you tired from the convention?”

The pink-haired boy just grinned at your words, as he proudly showed you three bags, as he put them delicately on your lap. They were quite heavy, and you wondered what it was inside, as you opened one of them and you gasped loudly.

“I was right about you liking my surprise, and now Kusigaki has to give me ten bucks.” He chuckled as he grinned, thinking about the bet he just won, then he pointed to one bag before he added. “I bought you some presents, go on, babe, open them.” He reassured you with the biggest smile ever.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his smile, he sure was able to make you feel better even with just his precious smile. How you wanted to kiss him, but you didn’t want to pass him your flu. You cursed your flu once again for taking away from you the possibility to smooch your pretty boyfriend.

Trusting Yuuji’s words, you opened the first bag and a loud gasp, followed by a cough, left your lips, as your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, your head automatically shifted to your boyfriend, as he was grinning at your reaction.

“Then? I bought the right merch~ Yay! And the others didn’t believe me! Ah, serves them right!” The pink-haired boy just smiled as he waited patiently for you to open all your presents.

Your eyes scanned the content of the bag, noticing all the pins, badges, figures, and acrylics of your favourite characters of various animes and video games you mentioned to him. He didn’t forget one character, never in your previous relationship your exes remembered all this information, you were dumbfounded. Your eyes met Yuuji’s brownish ones, and you swore you could read all the excitement he had because of your surprised expression.

“Yuu… How could you remember all my favourite characters? I mean, it’s inhumanly impossible. Are you an alien?” You asked, blinking twice, as you saw his grin becoming ever bigger.

He scratched his neck as he just mumbled. “Well, you showed me so many times their faces that I just remembered them more than my favourite ones. I was sure that you would like them, knowing that you’re stuck to bed because of your flu and not at the convention.”

Your vision started to blur, as tears threatened to run over your cheeks, you couldn’t believe how could you date someone so amazing and loving as Yuuji. He was truly the best boyfriend ever.

The pink-haired man panicked when he saw your tears as he tried to cheer you up the best as he could, while he dried your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

It took you a few minutes to calm down, and now you were still in the bed, Yuuji with you, as his arms were wrapped around your waist, cheek pressed on top of your head. You tried to stop him, fearing he would get sick, but Yuuji didn’t listen, saying that he couldn’t get sick. After a few more protests, you gave in. How could you say no to him?

While cuddling, you opened the other bags, gasping and thanking profusely Yuuji for the plushes, gadgets and mangas he bought. And of course, you scolded him for spending so much money just for you! You didn’t like that he focused only on you, he should have enjoyed the convention for himself too!

“But I knew that you wanted to go there more than me, of course I had to buy you those things, I didn’t want to see your sad face because you missed out this opportunity.”

You swore your heart was shot by Cupid’s arrow once again, how could Yuuji be so romantic and caring towards you? He was truly a treasure.

A box peeked up from the last bag, your curiosity was picked, as you grabbed the box to discover that it was a Nendoroid. You didn’t recognize the character, nor did you remember ever talking about such anime. Maybe Yuuji watched it, and he just bought it, maybe you could suggest watching it together, so you could understand why he bought that specific character.

Yuuji’s eyes landed on the box in your hands, a sheepish smile blossomed as his cheeks went warm. An embarrassed chuckle left his lips before he took from your hands, before looking fondly at you, then at the character in the box.

“Yuu, why did you buy this character? Do you like her design? I mean, it’s adorable, she looks like a magical girl. “You asked as you looked closely at the character. Only now, you noticed that she had your same hair colour and the same was for her eyes. It was a curious coincidence; however, it wasn’t strange that you shared physical traits with a character, it could happen sometimes.

Yuuji’s smile softened when he saw you looking at the figure, before ruffling sweetly your hair.

“I don’t know her or the anime she is from… I just bought it because she reminds me of you. I thought that if I bought her, I could always have my lovely (Name) always with me, even if you aren’t with me physically.” He concluded, as his cheeks were reddish.

Your heart was once again hit by a Cupid’s arrow as you stared at Yuuji and his red cheeks, and you swore to yourself that sooner or later you would put a damned ring on his finger and marry him.

Suddenly you pulled him in your arms, now your flu the last of your problems, as he was laying on your chest, while you peppered his face with kisses and sweet praises. Yuuji melt in your embrace as he just let you smoother him with affection and physical touches.

And today too, Yuuji proved how much he loved you.

Bonus

A sneeze followed by a cough were enough to anger the fragile temper of a certain pink-haired twin, especially if the disturbance of his pace was his idiotic twin. Sukuna glared at his sick twin, who was laying on the couch, being babied by their older brother, Choso.

Sukuna wondered how stupid Yuuji could be sometimes, as he asked himself how he could be the twin of such an idiot, he was clearly the better one. (Choso may say otherwise, but Sukuna didn’t care)

Another loud sneeze irked Sukuna, as he turned his head towards his twin.“You fucking brat! If you fuck-”

“Sukuna! Language!” Choso screamed.

And another lovely day at the Itadori household began like that.

[footnotesaregreat]

the earth favors the forgotten

so here, unwilling to move, we lay still on the dirt.

worms and ants eat their way through our skin, bite down hard, and crawl inside making a home out of our hollow bodies; blood soaking the ground, feeding hungry, desperate roots.

spiders weave gently across our rib cage, an unfamiliar tenderness creating blinding strings, connecting us anew.

bees fill our skulls slowly and so, so sweetly, any bitterness lurking rots away, decays.

above our unused bags of bone and muscle and hate the fireflies thrive, guiding life towards death with a beauty unseen.

we silently stare at the night sky, no longer empty;

there is no difference between a horizon and the universe anymore.

so here, still laying on dirt, unable to move, there is the peace we dared not hope for, the calm we never dreamed of, the freedom no one could grant us.

and now, swallowed lovingly, wholly consumed;

we are at long last alive.

[elysian-chaos]

i needd sukuna to be pathetic for me. i want him to feel inexplicably hurt when i ignore him because i'm upset because i saw him be oblivious to a oerson flirting with him and let them. i need him to get on his knees infront of the couch i lay on, trying to be gentle as he softly calls out to me because he doesnt understand why i'm ignoring him

"baby?"

you stubbornly keep your gaze on the television in front of the couch instead of giving in and looking at your boyfriend who looks increasingly worried, desperate even, as ignore him and his soft pleas for your attention.

"c'mon, talk to me, please?" he begs, hand reaching to tug away the blanket from your face, exposing your pretty little pout.

he feels his heart sink as he notices the genuine hurt in your eyes before the panic sets in and he tries to think back on what he did wrong.

"tell me what your idiot of a boyfriend did wrong, won't you?" i requests, slipping down from the couch to kneel in front of it, scooching closer to you. "i'll make him fix it and slap some sense into his brain. please?"

sukuna chokes down the whine bubbling up in his throat as your eyes flicker at him momentarily with a pointed glare, he knows you don't like when he talks like that. but what else is he supposed to do? the love of his life is mad at him and he doesn't know why or how to fix.

he feels pathetic, really.

"please?" he begs again, voice pitching higher, the whine falling from his lips and he feels like crying because it's been three hours since he's heard your voice and he feels overdramatic but it really does feel like his world is turning gray.

"you let the guy at the coffeeshop flirt with you," you grumble out and you can feel the ice in your heart begin melting at the sight of your big, scary boyfriend acting like a kicked puppy.

"huh? what guy?"

and you take a deep breath to calm yourself, seemingly to remind yourself that while your boyfriend acted like a puppy he was definitely not as smart as one. "the barista, sukuna."

"when did he flirt with me?" he gulps from the way you glare daggers at him, knees shifting to give you space.

"when he asked how big your fucking dick was! how could you not fucking realise it?"

"i'm sorry, pretty," he gets back up on the couch and wraps his arms around you, not just to calm you down but also to protect himself. "let me make up to my baby, yeah? i'll make you dinner and you can bite me all you want. just forgive me, please?"

and he feels his heart lighten when you grumble out an affirmation before attaching his lips onto your cheek and kissing you till you smile.