#and anyone can just tell you to throw them out and you just have to

[cryptic-bullshit]

I was really hoping this had been taken at least somewhat out of context, but it doesn't appear so 🫠

Here's the full press briefing for anyone who wants to watch it (the portion these clips were taken from starts at 4:16)

Press your reps if they're dems and tell them this defeatist attitude is unacceptable, that continuing to try to reach across the aisle and find bipartisan compromises with the party that clearly does not give a fuck about the law is not a strategy that's gonna work here. They need to press their Republican colleagues to vote against what the party wants, there's got to be some Republicans that still have a modicum of a backbone left. If your reps are Republican, this applies to you too, keep calling and emailing even if you feel like it's not doing anything, even if all you're getting back is copy-paste prewritten responses, because the numbers speak volumes, the level of dissatisfaction is not something they can ignore if we flood their inboxes.

This shit is annoying and frustrating, but we can't throw in the towel just cause the Dems are acting like their hands are tied, so raise hell and at the very least be a thorn in their sides while you're at it

You never hear Republicans say garbage like this when Dems have a trifecta (which they did as recently as 2022).

If you refuse to do your job, resign now.

[luvst4rc0r3]

can you write clingy!jinx x reader headcannons?

YOU ASKED AND I WILL GIVE!!!

Clingy!Jinx x Reader Headcanons

Jinx is basically your shadow. If you’re moving, she’s moving. If you’re standing still, she’s draping herself over you like a human koala. She does not care if you’re in the middle of something—she needs to be attached to you at all times.

Physical touch is her lifeline. She’s always touching you in some way, whether it’s holding your hand, resting her head on your shoulder, or straight-up lying across your lap like a cat. If you try to move, she’ll groan dramatically and pull you back like,

“Nooo, stay! You’re comfy!”

Hates waking up without you. If she wakes up and you’re not there, expect her to hunt you down immediately. She’ll shuffle out of bed, half-asleep, hair a mess, and wrap herself around you wherever you are.

“You left me to suffer alone?”

Gets whiny if you ignore her. If you’re busy, she’ll throw herself onto the nearest surface and dramatically sigh, making it everyone’s problem.

“Oh nooo, my lover doesn’t love me anymore… woe is me…”

Follows you even when it’s inconvenient. Are you fixing something? She’s sitting on your lap. Are you cooking? She’s hugging you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder, commenting on everything you do. Are you talking to someone else? She’s suddenly glued to your side, staring at them like they’re taking her time away.

Gets jealous of inanimate objects. If you’re on your phone too long, she’ll try to take it away.

“Why are you paying attention to that thing when you could be paying attention to me?”

If you’re working, she’ll lay on your desk like a cat and make it impossible to focus.

Absolutely melts when you give her attention. If you wrap your arms around her first? If you kiss her without her asking? If you play with her hair while she’s lying on your lap? She’ll go silent for once, eyes half-lidded, soaking up every bit of affection like a starved puppy.

Has zero shame about PDA. Whether you’re in private or out in public, she’s going to be all over you. She’ll kiss your cheek randomly, pull you into a hug mid-conversation, or just hold onto your arm while you walk. If anyone dares to comment, she’ll just grin and say, “Jealous?”

Needs constant reassurance, but won’t admit it. Sometimes, her clinginess isn’t just because she loves you—it’s because she’s scared of losing you. If she’s extra attached one day, just pull her close, kiss her forehead, and tell her you’re not going anywhere. She’ll scoff and play it off, but she’ll cling a little tighter.

Hates when you have plans without her. If you tell her you’re going out without her, she’ll sulk and give you puppy eyes.

“Babe, don’t leave meee… I’ll die without you.” If that doesn’t work, she might just invite herself. “Oh, you’re going out? Cool. Lemme grab my jacket.”

Loves being carried. If she’s feeling extra clingy, she’ll jump on your back and expect a piggyback ride. If you pick her up bridal-style? She’ll melt. Expect giggles and exaggerated swooning.

“Oh, my hero!”

Clinginess level 1000 when she’s drunk. If she’s tipsy, good luck. She’s clinging to you like a second skin, nuzzling into your neck, giggling, and refusing to let anyone else even look at you.

“You’re mine. Miiiine.”

Literally cannot sleep without you. If you try to go to bed without her, she’ll follow you like a lost puppy and flop onto the bed dramatically.

“You wouldn’t abandon me in my time of need, right?”

Demands attention 24/7. If you’re focused on something else, she’ll dramatically drape herself over you like a damsel in distress. “Ughhh, I’m suffering. Only cuddles can save me now.”

Throws herself at you after a long day. The moment she sees you after being apart for too long, she’s sprinting into your arms. Doesn’t matter where you are—she’s jumping on you, wrapping her arms and legs around you, and refusing to let go.

Falls asleep on top of you. If you’re lying down together, she will drape herself over you like a weighted blanket. If you try to move, she’ll grumble, tighten her grip, and mumble something about you being too warm to let go.

Steals your clothes. If she can’t be physically attached to you, the next best thing is wearing your hoodie or jacket. Bonus points if it smells like you. If you try to take it back, she’ll pout.

“Nope, it’s mine now. You want it? Come and take it.”

I want food

[with-my-calamitous-love]

i meant to finish this some time ago 😭 but anyway, back on my bodyguard rotting! special tag for @crushmeeren because i think i put this in ur inbox a while ago and never got around to it lol, anyway here it is. nsfw under divider, f! reader for that part 🤍🫧

bodyguard! eijiro, who has a smile just like sunshine. who has a dopey grin and the personality of a golden retriever. who, on paper, doesn’t sound like he’d be capable of even hurting a fly- until you see his rock hard muscles peaking through his shirt, or the jagged edges of his skin after activating his quirk. who, 90% of the time, is so sweet its tooth rotting. the other 10% of the time, he’s a nightmare to whoever threatens you.

bodyguard! eijiro, who genuinely loves his job. he’s level-headed and rational, able to solve most disputes with some talking or light physical action. who can’t complain, because after all, most of his day is being around a funny, beautiful person- so who cares if he has to rough up a guy for cutting you off or being too touchy? he’s happy to do it.

bodyguard! eijiro, who takes ‘doing anything to protect you’ and makes it ‘doing anything for you.’ don’t feel like driving? he’s got it. have a very specific craving at 2 in the morning? no questions asked. he’s also attentive, noting your mannerisms or idiosyncrasies that make you, you. he may not say it, but he knows those subtle signs of burn out, or anxiety, or exhaustion. as much as his job is to protect you from external threats, he cares just as much- if not more- about protecting your happiness.

bodyguard! eijiro, who is the best person to bring to bars or clubs. the first reason being that you’d trust him if you were hanging off a ledge, but the second being that he’s just may be the funniest, most charming guy you’ve ever met. who doesn’t even realize how attractive it is, the way he can make you lose your breath with laughter while maintaining an iron grip on your drink, placing his hand on your waist and protectively eyeing anyone who’s eyes seem a little too stuck on you for his liking.

bodyguard! eijiro, who asks if its okay if he take the two of you back to his place because its closer, and because he secretly doesn’t want the night to end. who sees your shoes by the door, coat laying on his couch, and you unwinding in his washroom and feels a little pang in his heart. who knows his feelings well and knows damn well by now he has a crush, but keeps it professional. until you can’t hold it in any longer and tell him how bad you have it for him. by then, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and towards his bedroom.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.*

bodyguard! ejiro, who is just as sweet as he is rough. who will tug off your clothes (shredding them if he has to) and apologetically kiss the bare skin underneath. who has sharp teeth, and won’t hesitate to sink them in even if you tear up a little. who manhandles you, tossing you around on the bed like its nothing, whispering: “you like this position, baby?” “let me know what feels good.” meanwhile, he’s folding you like origami.

bodyguard! eijiro, who loves your tits. who can’t resist grabbing himself a handful once he gets your bra off, captivated by the way the jiggle and spring free. who can be a little mean, pinching and twisting your nipples before taking one in his mouth. who makes sure you feel his razor sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, alternating between the two, giving each the same amount of love and attention. who releases them with a slight pop! deciding he wants to taste more of you.

bodyguard! eijiro, makes sure your comfortable before going down on you like he’s starving. on any other day, he’d ease into it- slowly kissing, soft licks and light sucking- but who has waited so long to do this he hopes you’ll forgive his impatience. who makes sure your thighs wrap around his head, eating your pussy out like its his last meal. who literally will not move from between your legs until you make him, telling him that you’re already dizzy with pleasure.

bodyguard! eijiro, who smirks a little when he pulls his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, seeing your eyes widen and your cheeks blush. who, quite frankly, knows he’s big, but also knows how to use it. who takes your thighs and folds you in half, giving him a better view. who’ll run the tip of his cock through your folds, hearing your whines and feeling it go straight to his dick. who meets no resistance finally pushing himself inside you, moaning in unison when he feels your pretty walls taking him in.

bodyguard! eijiro, who has god-like stamina. who makes that skin slapping noise he knows drives you insane, grunting and moaning when he feels himself reach mind-meltingly deep inside you. who wrecks your pussy and praises you while he’s doing it: “taking me so good, ah.” “making me feel so good, princess? shit, i’m not stopping anytime soon.” who makes a mental note to himself that he’ll probably run out the next morning to grab you plan b.

speaking of which… bodyguard! eijiro, who slows down just a little, asking you where you want him to finish. who could cum right then and there when you tell him you don’t want him pulling out, to which he’s more than happy to oblige. who feels his orgasm coming, but draws out yours as much as possible- massaging your tits, kissing you deep, rubbing little circles on your clit. who makes sure he’s buried deep when he feels you cum, groaning as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock. who pumps in and out a few more times before collapsing down beside you. who, 2 seconds later, gets up to grab you water or ice, but who can’t resist when you pull him back into bed, vowing to deal with the soreness as long as he’s next to you.

bodyguard! eijiro, who is more than happy to carry you around everywhere the next morning, returning back to his jovial green like he didn’t just rearrange your organs the night before. <3

[jd-loves-fiction]

Appears in your askbox again like a plague

Same platonic premise with Boothill, Blade and Gallagher but reader gets kidnapped by their previous captors (reader is a former slave) in the heat of conflict

🌑honeypop if your requests are a plague I wanna be sick 😭 CRIIINGE also this got so angsty good lord 💀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

PanicpanicPANIC

He's never shot people so quick, get space Guiness we've got a record

Getting rid of anyone who gets in his way without a second thought nor a moment wasted - he's never felt more like a machine

He just wants-- no, he needs you to be safe or he might go crazy from the guilt

He was supposed to protect you, he promised

He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt on his watch

So he's shooting people like it's going out of style, quickly tracking your captors down and making his way to you

You'd best look away when he finds them... He's not exactly a merciful man when it comes to his enemies

When he finally gets to you - he doesn't experience adrenaline anymore but - his head is spinning

He's approaching you carefully, doing his best to speak softly and try to make you laugh, so you know you're safe now

He'll swear to you again that this will never happen again

Utterly heartbroken that due to his metal body, he can no longer even give you a hug as comfort :(

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Another one panicking, except it's slightly different

Because of the mara he can't let himself be consumed by his panic and anger because he might end up hurting - the LAST thing he wants

But my god is it difficult to stay calm

He's lost too many people already and we've seen what he's willing to do to bring them back

He's rampaging to your side while trying not to lose himself to the mara

Hope you dont mind him making sure they can never do this stuff again because he's not holding back on the fuckers once he finds them

His rage overtakes his concern to the point that he becomes so focused on paying them back that he only remembers why he's doing this after they're all dead

Immediatly rushes to your side after calming himself down - god forbid he sees even a sliver of fear in your eyes when looking at him or be might throw up

Terrible at expressing his concern, at least verbally, so with your consent he's holding you gently and carrying you to safety - silently comforting in the way he usually is, with an edge of anger and guilt this time

But if you dont want him near you for the time being, he'll be heartbroken but undertanding, though he'll still stay close to your when he can as a means of protection - he just cant let this happen ever again

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Nonchalant no more

All the way chalant, he's freaking the fuck out

True guard dog, genuinely surprised someone got past him since he tries his best to keep an eye on you during fights - clearly he needs to try harder

Tries his best to stay calm in order to focus on getting to you but man it's hard to do

No matter what you are the priority, but he really wants to mess up the people who dared do this again

Tell him you want revenge please and he's hunting them down to the ends of the galaxy

But if you tell him to drop it, he will - you're absolutely his priority, even if he really wants to rip those people to shreds

With his skill set it wont be too difficult to find you and get to you, quickly and efficietly taking care of anyone in his way

When he finds you, he's quick to read the room to figure out what you need

Space? You got it, he'll just stand a little to the side so he can still protect you

Revenge? No need to ask him twice, he's on it

A hug? 🥺He might cry, of course you can have a hug

He's a pretty heartfelt guy but he's got a good head on his shoulders so he understands that this was not his fault but his heart still aches for you

Let's you sit by him at the bar as he works; cracking jokes and teachin you a few bartending tricks to get your mind off things. At least until he can be sure that it wont happen again

[bubbleggum444]

—❝𐌋ITTLE MIƧƧ AC𝚃IVIST!❞

contents damian wayne x fem!reader, new hero!reader au, fluff + angst (n comfort), 3k+ wc. synopsis he knows all too well what it is like to feel like you don't fit it.

This felt so... wrong. Everything and everyone around ___ was just so frustrating, so difficult to deal with.

She had been an activist for as long as she could remember, fighting for what she believed in. But everything changed when she became a hero.

For better or worse? She wasn’t sure. No—oh great, Starfire just burned another tree down. Just perfect. Yeah, definitely worse.

Time and time again, this path hurt. It pulled at her, tore at her, like two different people were fighting for control inside her body.

One part of her—the old her—was someone who spent hours protesting, climbing trees to protect them, boycotting inhumane brands, and helping the vulnerable.

The other—the hero—was someone who saw, day in and day out, just how much destruction heroes left behind in their wake.

She knew her thoughts must have been tiring to others. Maybe even annoying. But she didn’t care. They weren’t her, and she wasn’t them. No one had the right to tell her how to feel about this.

Still, she could only bite her tongue for so long.

During a mission, Beast Boy casually tossed a used water bottle onto the street.

She hesitated, not wanting to sound like a nag. So instead, she simply picked it up, intending to throw it in a trash can.

Then she heard Garfield chuckle.

"Are you our new teammate or the trashman, newbie?"

Ouch.

Even the other Titans fell silent at the remark.

Her fingers clenched around the plastic, her vision burning. She didn’t dare look at any of them. She was too close to breaking.

So she walked away.

She hadn’t planned to. It was an impulsive decision, but that was who she was—rash, reactive. Always ready to act against injustice, even before becoming a hero.

She kept walking until she reached a park bench and collapsed onto it. The moment she was alone, the tears came. She hated this—hated feeling weak, hated that everything was finally catching up to her. The pressure of expectations, the weight of two halves of herself pulling in opposite directions.

It felt suffocating.

Like the disappointment she had seen in her parents’ eyes when she struggled to balance school and activism. The kind of disappointment that didn’t hurt physically but cut so much deeper.

A shiver ran down her spine as something cold wrapped around her from behind.

Whack!

On instinct, she swung back, landing a solid smack on whoever had just grabbed her.

"Damian?!" Her eyes widened.

"Oh my God, I’m so—"

"No, I deserved that," he admitted, rubbing his arm. "I came after you... I just didn’t know how to approach you."

Her chest tightened.

She hadn’t expected anyone to follow her. Least of all Damian.

She couldn’t stop the fresh wave of tears that spilled over, but this time, he was ready. He pulled her into another hug, and she let herself sink into it, gripping onto him like she might fall apart otherwise.

"There’s nothing wrong with being someone who picks up trash," she mumbled, voice still thick with emotion.

"That’s a decent, respectable job."

Damian huffed a small laugh.

"That’s not funny—"

"I know."

He tilted her chin up, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. His green eyes searched hers, steady and unreadable.

"I’ve noticed how much you’ve been pushing yourself, ___," he murmured.

"Stepping out of your comfort zone. Going against things you once believed in."

His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.She held his gaze, her breath catching.

"It’s admirable," he continued, voice softer now. "And... I understand more than you think."

She swallowed hard.

She barely knew Damian. Out of all the Titans, he was the most closed off.

Yet here he was. In a park. In the middle of the night. Holding her. Comforting her.

Was it always this warm at this time of year?

Her voice wavered slightly when she spoke. "Meaning...?"

He exhaled, thumb brushing over her cheek like he was afraid she might break.

"Meaning I’ve been where you are," he admitted. "I know what it’s like to feel like an outsider. To think that no matter what you do, you’ll never truly fit in."

His voice dipped lower, carrying something raw beneath it.

"And it hurt deeply. I rejected those who tried to help me because they were different, yet I embraced the pain from others simply because they were my familiars."

The air between them felt heavy—not with awkwardness, but with something deeper. It was as if their hearts had silently intertwined, speaking in a language beyond words. The weight of unspoken emotions filled the space between them, their rapid beats echoing a conversation only they could understand.

She felt it. The way her heartbeat stumbled, the way something in her chest tightened painfully.

And she could feel his too. Beating, racing—just like hers.

The silence between them was fragile, delicate, like the moment might shatter if either of them spoke.

With one arm dropping to his side, the other wraps itself around her shoulder in a gentle side hug.

"Let’s go get some dumplings," he murmured. "There’s a Chinatown nearby. The vendors stay open late."

Slowly, she let herself relax against him, nodding.

"Okay," she whispered. "Let’s get some pho."

As they walked along the cobblestone streets, ___ let out a quiet giggle.

His cheeks kind of look like dumplings…

She bit her lip to suppress her laughter, but Damian caught it anyway.

His gaze flickered toward her. "What’s so funny?"

She shook her head, smiling to herself.

"Nothing," she said softly. "I’m just really excited for the food."

Damian narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. But he let it go, walking just a little closer to her as they made their way down the dimly lit street.

And for the first time in a long time, ___ felt like maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t so alone after all.

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© — ggυɱi '25

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ദ്ദി ≽^⎚˕⎚^≼ .ᐟ

alsooo BB would NEVA be like this. I just needed a "bag guy" for the story :)👌����

[salty-autistic-writer]

You voted that an animal should cheer Tommy up. So here's some cat-Dad Tommy!

Tommy stares at the empty spot on the shelf of the shopping aisle. The spot where his favourite cake was supposed to be. 

He stares, his body frozen as his foggy mind tries to catch up with the new information, his hand already stretched out, hovering in the air.

They don’t have it. They always have it. But not today. 

Tommy is not surprised. He doesn’t have the energy to feel that kind of emotion. He just feels numb. Of course, they don’t have his cake. Tommy pulls his hand back. Forces himself to grab a pack of brownies instead. They land in his bag and join the sad collection already inside. Tissues. Frozen dinner. Beer. And stronger stuff for later. In case he can’t fall asleep again.

He doesn’t really care about what he puts in his body right now. Tommy didn’t even want to do the groceries. He doesn’t feel like eating. Doesn’t feel like doing anything at all. His body is a stone, pulling him down. Every step forward seems to add more weight. A heavy grey cloud is raining on his thoughts, making them swim in a thick foggy soup of nothing.

The cake might have cheered him up a little. At least for a while. But life won’t even grant him that kind of short sweet relief. Tommy guesses he deserves this. It’s Karma, right?

Anxiously, he drags himself through the shopping aisle to the cashout. He hopes no one he knows will see him like this. Because then he would have to explain that he doesn’t actually have a bad persistent case of the flu. He would have to tell them that instead, he managed to mess up the best thing that has ever happened to him and now carries around a broken heart that he doesn’t know how to fix. Fortunately, he makes it out without meeting anyone he knows.

Outside, the sun is too bright, burning his eyes. He blinks and lowers his head, not paying attention to his surroundings, and forces himself to take another slow step forward. He just wants to get back to his quiet dim house, to his couch, to his blanket, to some pointless TV blabbering and to something that will dull his senses.

But then, he hears the meow.

It’s loud. Shrill even. But … muffled.

Tommy stops with a frown, looking around. He’s alone. Only occasional cars pass him by. He hears another meow. And now manages to locate where it’s coming from.

A dumpster. Really?!

Tommy frowns and opens the lid. He looks inside, his eyes widening when he sees a bundle of brown fur and two greenish eyes blinking up at him. Another loud meow seems to be telling him: Finally! I was screaming for hours and no one ever bothered enough to take a look!

Sitting on a heap of disgusting garbage, the cat starts to scratch frantically at the walls of the container. But for some reason, the animal won’t climb or jump outside.

“Okay,” Tommy says, putting his bag down and pushing the sleeves of his hoodie up. “Alright. I’m going to get you out of there. Wait a moment …”

The stench that hits him when he bends over the dumpster is overwhelming. Tommy breathes through his mouth and reaches inside, stretching his arms until he can grab the cat that doesn’t try to bite or scratch him fortunately, and pulls it out.

As soon as he can take a closer look at the squirming animal, he sees why it didn’t try to jump. The hind legs got caught in some kind of plastic wrapping that binds them together. He carefully removes it, throwing it back into the garbage, checking if the cat is injured. That doesn’t seem to be the case. Good.

Tommy wonders how the cat got into the container in the first place. And realises he doesn’t really want to know the answer to that. He holds the brownish fur bundle in front of his face and she meets his eyes unafraid, blinking slowly. “You look like a brownie,” Tommy says, glancing at his shopping bag. “What am I supposed to do with you Brownie, huh?”

Of course, there’s no reply. Tommy shakes his head and puts the cat down. It sits and looks up at him, her tail swishing from side to side. Tommy picks up his bag. “I have to go home now,” he mutters. “You better clean up. The mice will smell you from miles away.”

He sighs and walks on. It only takes him a few seconds to notice that the cat is following him. “I don’t have any food for you,” Tommy tells her. “I don’t even have proper food for me. You met the wrong kind of person today, Brownie. Sorry.”

I mess up everything good in my life anyway. 

The cat isn’t impressed. And she continues following him until Tommy reaches his house.

* Brownie loves tuna.

She makes slurping noises while eating, inhaling the whole bowl in a few minutes, then looks up at Tommy, licking her nose.

“What? You want more?” Tommy asks, smiling for the first time in days. “Well, I only have one more can left, guess I will have to go to the grocery store again.”

He feeds Brownie more tuna, then bathes her because she’s reeking. The cat makes less fuss than he would have thought when her fur is being soaped up, washed and dried. Maybe she’s relieved to get rid of the garbage stench.

Tommy watches from the couch, as Brownie slowly inspects every corner of his house, smelling his plants - nibbling at each one for a second - and marking his furniture by rubbing against it, her tail raised in the air. She likes it here, Tommy realises. Well. What do they say? A cat chooses her home?

He doesn’t have any cat stuff at home though. No toilet. No food. No toys. He will have to get all of that from a shop. Tommy fidgets with a tissue and makes a mental list in his mind. The grey fog in there lifts as he focuses on the present and the fact that he now has a cat to take care of. He still can't believe this is his life. He stumbled over a cat and now everything changed. It's making him anxious in a whole other way.

Brownie looks at him, meowing quietly as if she can sense his emotional distress.

Evan would love her, Tommy thinks, still smiling.

God. Evan.

Sadness and regret hit him like a tsunami wave. Sudden. Cold. Painful. Drowning him in memories that wipe the smile off his face. Evan looked so hurt. Tommy never wanted to hurt him. Not him. He hunches over when the waves of aching pain reach his stomach. He wraps his arms around himself, blinking frantically as tears fill his eyes.

God. I miss him so much. I’m sorry. If I could go back in time and fix this - I would … 

Suddenly, Tommy feels something warm nudging his leg. He looks down, seeing Brownie rubbing her head against him. He can hear her starting to purr.

Tommy smiles through the tears, scooping Brownie up and gently placing her against his chest, where she stays, purring and starting to move her paws against him in rhythmic movements, baking biscuits. She’s warm, soft and still smells like soap. It’s nice. “I thought I needed cake. Didn’t think what I actually needed was a cat,” Tommy says quietly, sob-chuckling. “Look at you. You just arrived here and you already act like the world’s best comfort pet. Come on. Let me wipe away those tears and then I’m going to buy you some things you will need.”

* Brownie sniffs Evan’s shoes once, looks up at him for a scrutinizing moment, then walks away, showing him her butt.

Evan’s brows furrow. “She doesn’t like me.”

Tommy chuckles softly, putting his hand on Evan’s back. “Give her some time. She listened to me sobbing about missing you for too many nights.”

“Maybe I should move from cakes for humans to baking biscuits for cats,” Evan says with a small smile.

“But you have to put tuna into them,” Tommy says. “Brownie loves tuna.”

They look at each other, smiling, both knowing: Not everything is resolved. There’s still a lot of talking to do. But they showed each other that their relationship is worth fighting for.

(AO3 Link)

[cinnamqnx]

plug!hawks headcanons

warnings. drug use (weed), alcohol use, swearing

♡ you meet hawks from a mutual friend, wanting to find a dealer after only getting/smoking weed from friends

♡ they recommend ‘hawks’, he goes to the same college as you but you’ve never actually spoken to him. he’s sort of like the college plug

♡ the first time he meets you, he finds you so adorable. your awkwardness when asking him what you’re after pulls a small smile on his face

♡ after that, you’ve kinda been on his radar

♡ definitely makes you pay less than what he actually charges

♡ even gives you pre rolls to save you the trouble, and this man knows how to roll

♡ over time you gradually get closer to him, seeing him at parties every weekend, regularly going to him for weed, it was inevitable

♡ i also feel like he doesn’t really fw many people, so he always had time for you

♡ lets you call him keigo, even though he usually prefers that people call him hawks and only letting close friends call him his real name

♡ sorta becomes your personal guard dog at parties 😭

♡ always grabbing you water when he thinks you’ve drank way too much and ordering you an uber home

♡ if he hasn’t really drank, he’ll drive you home after taking you to some fast food place and eating in his car (he’s lowkey panicking when he sees you whip out any sauce)

♡ refuses to give you anything stronger than weed

♡ “nah, i don’t really want you on the hard shit.”

♡ doesn’t want you ending up addicted or ruining your life for drugs and always gives you lectures about it, even if it’s unprovoked

♡ he’s just veryyyyy protective when it comes to you

♡ i also feel like dabi would also be some type of dealer, and him and keigo have this little rivalry going on

♡ warns you to stay away from him, i feel like he’d go crazy if he saw dabi speak to you or even look at you

♡ everyone around you is confused whether you’re actually together or not because of how you act together

♡ however, keigo has a reputation for sleeping around, just doing his own thing, so it’s definitely thrown you off getting involved with him in that way

♡ even though he hasn’t really been entertaining anyone since you both got closer

♡ but he’s scared to fuck things up with you so he doesn’t say anything

♡ you don’t really know what you’d refer to him as in your life either, but you’re glad to have him around at least

♡ this man is always paying for you

♡ whether you need your nails doing, hair or you just need some more clothes, keigo always is the one paying for you

♡ also always buying you food, whenever you both smoke together and you get the munchies he’s ordering food for a family of eight

♡ you always tell him he doesn’t need to, but he’s more than happy to do it, something about your grateful smile has his heart pounding

♡ you start noticing problems when keigo starts showing his jealousy towards men you’re talking to

♡ you haven’t had chance to actually date any of them, since they’re either scared off by keigo or don’t want to get involved since they can clearly sense the tension between you both

♡ now, keigo has no real reason to be jealous, you’re not his girlfriend after all

♡ but when he sees you grinding and being way too close to this one guy for his liking, he snaps

♡ in his head, it was justified, you were acting different since you got involved with him and keigo had no choice but to step back from you despite how difficult it was for him

♡ he’d had enough

♡ storming over to the two of you and throwing his drink in his face, a fight broke out immediately, the frat brothers rushing to break them apart before keigo grabs your wrist

♡ “why the fuck would you do that? you know i like him.”, you yell at him after he had dragged you outside

♡ “he isn’t good for you, y/n!”

♡ “you don’t even know that! we haven’t spoken in days, like, you’ve been distancing yourself and acting weird for weeks, and now you wanna punch the guy i’m talking to? what the fuck-”

♡ “yeah, cause i fucking like you. bro- how have you not seen how badly i’ve been wanting you for months?”

♡ after hearing that, you swear your heart stops, and suddenly the thoughts of the guy you was with crumbled

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hey! I'm not sure if you received my ask about the Haitani brothers (separate) headcanons with a clumsy reader? Of course i'm not rushing you or anything like that! but Tumblr can be tricky sometimes and requests don't always get sent, so i was just wondering lol

Have a good day/night!

No I didn't see anything like that in my ask box but here are a few!

Ran

Can be very teasing about it at times, not in a harsh way but more of a lighthearted way.

If you accidentally walk into him, he uses it as an excuse to flirt,something about how you just need to be close to him.

Will frequently put his hands on your hips to steer you through crowds

Takes the whole thing in a pretty lighthearted way, if you were to drop a glass, he'd just shrug and say that it's not a big deal, he can buy another etc.

Sometimes uses your clumsiness to make the worst pickup lines like "you can drop other things but don't drop my heart ;)" He's terrible.

Helps you out quickly and calmly anytime you accidentally hurt yourself.

Is so quick to throw hands if someone insults you over it. He tends to ask them to repeat what they just said while he has a dangerous look in his eyes.

Rindou

Takes the fall for you a lot in public, like if you accidentally knock something over, he'll very quickly and loudly go "my bad" so he get's the blame for it.

Will occasionally tease but is a lot more reassuring towards you during clumsy moments, telling you that it's ok.

Insists on cleaning up any mess you do accidentally cause (especially if glass is involved)

The first few times you accidentally walked into him he was surprised but also a little flustered by it. Eventually he has a small smile whenever you it, he doesn't tell you this but he finds it kind of endearing. 

Tends to be a little more panicky if you accidentally hurt yourself but helps the best he can.

He's very good at catching you if you accidentally slip

Is also very quick to defend you if anyone dares to insult you over it. He immediately throws a punch/ insults them back. 

[kenzy-shop]

Michael Kaiser wasn't the type of person to splurge his feelings, his heart, aloud for the whole world to hear-- that was until he met you. He told you everything. If it was small he would tell you, if it was big news, you be the first person to know. Talking with you how his games went (even though you showed up just for him), giving you the inside scoop.

No matter what, he wanted to talk to you, anything would suffice. Today was no different.

After a game in the locker room, Kaiser throws a towel on the ground as hard as he could. Starting you as you look at your clipboard. No one else was in the Bastard Munchen, it was just the two of you and the towel that laid on the floor.

You knew how the game went; you were sitting in you designated seats taking notes per Kaiser request. Though if you weren't present, you would be able to tell how it went due to Kaiser actions and how everyone else acted.

You watch as he swirls around the locker room. His jersey was lying beside you; he only had his shorts on. You could see his blue rose tattoo up from his neck as the vines trailed down his arm to a crown on his hand. Everything you saw it, you felt weak. You didn't know why, it was just a tattoo; but I guess it was just his tattoo and that it was on him.

Kaiser made sharp eye contact with the, his blue catlike eyes staring directly into the [e/c] widen ones. Though as a feline found its prey.

"{Y/n}," He called out to you, pleading you name between his lips.

"Yes, Micha?" Your voice as soft as the wind blew by.

Kaiser fell between your legs, his head resting on your thigh. "Please," He pleads. "Tell me. what do you think?"

Your hands find its way to his check, he leans into your touch though as a cat would purr. "I'm not going to lie to you, Micha. But you could have done better."

That's what he loved about you. You didn't hide behind a bunch of lies to make someone feel better, you told them as it is. Maybe that's why he leaned towards you. He needs that someone to put him in his place and it just too happened to be the person in front of him who he was founding over. Your truth he leaned toward, your touch he needed to feel calm. To feel loved.

"I have your stats on the clipboard if you want them?" You pointed toward where you set the clipboard at your side.

Kaiser blue eyes follow your finger, his checks squished against your thigh, "Can you read them to me, liebe?"

You pick up the clipboard, reading everything to him you wrote down. He listened, tracing his shapes on your thighs. while you tried not to read out of line or repeat the words over and over.

"Thanks," He gave you a soft kiss on your thighs. He gets up from the floor, now calm and collected unlike before.

In his desperate moments, he can trust you. He can trust you won't say anything he mentioned to you, to anyone else. He can trust what you say, having known him for a while now. He can trust you won't use him, take advantage him. He puts his trust in you.

a/n: Sweet Kaiser. I think we all need a break, and here that is my pooks.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Thirty Three)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Thirty Three: Cillian and Y/N prepare to tell his sons and ex-wife about their pregnancy. It both goes better and worse than Y/N had anticipated. [Angst/Anxiety]

@borntodiemp3 @strangeions @watermeezer @meadowshelby @lavender-haze-01 @cherry-cilly @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme

NOT PROOFREAD - APOLOGIES FOR THE TYPOS

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“Cill?” You yell, crouched before the washing machine as it gushes water around your bare feet. “Cill! Fucking help me!” You call out louder, craning your neck around the laundry room door frame. You spot him walking towards you, finally, and feel a little bad as you realise he must have been upstairs. “Love, help…” you moan comically. “There's water pissing out of the door, and I can't get it open.” 

“Ah, jays…” Cillian stops at the door, grimacing as his socked feet splash into the warm soapy water, and he looks at you with a horrified expression. “What am I, a plumber?” He tuts. “Was there something stuck in the door?” 

“I don't know,” you groan as you attempt once again to pull the door open. Sighing, you look back up at him again. “I think it's fucked. What do we do?” 

He smirks, “Call someone who knows what to do.” He shrugs. “I'll get on Google, see if I can find someone local. Leave it for now, I'll get some towels down and we'll just see if anyone can sort it “ he leans in the door as he pulls off his wet socks and then throws them into the laundry box. “Hold on til I get the towels.” He turns and disappears, and you hear him jog up the stairs as you slowly rise up off your toes to stand straight. 

You step over the door, and shake the drips off your foot before you place it down in the kitchen, then repeat the same with the other foot. You're still wet, obviously, but at least the floor is drier in the kitchen. You turn your head over your shoulder as Cillian returns with his arms loaded with bath towels. He isn't strategic at all as he drops the entire pile down before the washing machine and nods, proud of his work. “At least you could have laid them out better, you knob.” You shake your head, but the grin he gives you makes you laugh. “Your navy jumper is in there,” you tell him. “It's going to end up ruined.” 

“Ah, it'll get sorted,” he says, calm about the entire disaster. He turns to you and pulls you in against him, arms wrapped around your back. He rests his cheek on your head and grumbles softly. Of course this had to happen today, with Yvonne and the boys due in a couple of hours and your anxiety already over the hilt. “Relax,” he whispers, as if sensing your internal discord. “It's just water. It's a lot of water, but it's just water.” 

“At least I know what face you'll pull if my waters break on your feet.” You tease, and he laughs cheerfully at the joke. 

He shifts his arms and cups both hands around your face. Holding you tightly, he kisses the tip of your nose and then your lips softly. “It's just fucking water.” He says, raising his eyebrows and looking squarely into your eyes. He kisses you again, and you wrap your arms around his back, kneading your hands against the material of his black zip-through hoodie. You apply pressure to the kiss, and love that he gives it back immediately. But as much as this immediately sparks pleasurable throbbing between your legs, you can't bring yourself to insist on shagging on the counter tops with the impending arrivals of his ex wife and sons. 

You pull your face back and smirk at the groan he gives. “We're supposed to be making dinner for everyone.” 

“Just a quickie…” he raises his eyebrows. 

You shake your head. “Later.”

He scoffs, “I don't think I'll get the horn for a month after this conversation.” He sighs and runs his hands up and down your sides. 

“Do we know if Aran said anything after we talked before?” You ask, nervous for the answer. 

Cillian shook his head, “Ah no, I'm sure I'd have had calls and texts if that happened.” He raises his eyebrows. “I'm just getting second thoughts about doing this here. Not the boys, like, but Yvonne. She's bound to be…reactive.” He says diplomatically. 

“The boys will react too,” you say softly. “We have to let them.” 

He scoffs a little, “Why?” Then laughs. You sympathise - you're so anxious you're sure you're vibrating - but you know it has to happen. He kisses you softly again then taps his hands against you before he lets his arms drop down. “Let me try and get someone for this fucking washer, and we'll sort the dinner.” 

You pull open the front door and try your best not to look like you've just retched yourself inside out over the kitchen sink. “Hi guys,” you push a smile quickly into your cheeks. “Come in, come in.” You step back, “It's freezing.” Malachy steps through with a cheerful hello, followed by Aran, with Yvonne smiling politely behind him. “Cill's in the kitchen, finishing off dinner.” You say as you close the door, then gesture with your left hand as they all strip off their coats. “Here,” you hold out your hand to Yvonne for her coat. “I'll pop it under the stairs.” 

“Thanks,” Yvonne gives another polite smile. 

“Kitchen, yeah?” Malachy asks, walking on. 

“Yeah, go ahead.” You call back as you hang Yvonne's coat up. When you turn around, the three of them are already gone. You catch up behind them to choruses of hellos and small greetings. You linger awkwardly beside the kettle as the boys and Yvonne take stools at the island. There's an atmosphere of unease, of course, but Cillian split immediately into comfortable chat with the boys, and surprisingly with Yvonne too. 

“I was half expecting Adam,” Cillian says, his back to them as he pokes at the saucepan on the cooker before he turns back to face them. “He'd have been welcome.” He says. You wonder how true that is. 

“He had to work over in Drogheda so he won't be back until tomorrow.” Yvonne explains. “So you're back now indefinitely?” She asks him. 

“Til I've the next job,” he nods with a smile. “I've a few obligations here in the new year anyway, so I don't think I'll be going too far.” He looks at you briefly and you smile. Both Yvonne and Aran, in their seats, have their backs to you. You know it is purely down to seating, but your anxiety has a field day over that being intentional. “And you've a week left at school now before Christmas?” He asks Aran. 

Aran nods his head. “Then exams out my ears.”

“And you're finished already?” He grins at Malachy. 

“Yeah - picking up more hours at work, seeing Aoife. I'm keeping busy.” He smirks and Cillian laughs. 

“Drink, anyone?” You offer, and you wonder why your voice has come out sounding so strangled. 

Yvonne turns on the stool, “Tea would be good. Green tea if you have it?* 

Your stomach drops and you can see Cillian both want to laugh and stifle cringe. You can't even bear the smell of it in the house right now. “Oh, sorry, Cill had the last teabag this morning.” You lie as coolly as you can. “We have peppermint, or camomile.” You offer. “Or just straight tea.” You smile nervously. 

“Camomile is great, thanks.” Yvonne smiles politely once again. She's trying, you notice, to not make this unusual visit awkward. You need to try to - at least until the news is broken. 

“Yeah, no problem. Boys?” You call out, turning to flip the switch on the kettle. “Those waters and all are in the fridge, or there's a couple of beers. Or Coke.” You reel off. 

“Dad?” Malachy jumps down from his stool, “We getting you so pissed you can't take your…slippers off, or so that you sleep on them?” He teases as he opens the fridge door. 

“We are in your arse!” Cillian laughs, his back once again turned to them as he tends to the last few parts of dinner. 

It's clear Yvonne doesn't get the joke, despite everyone else laughing, when you hand her her mug of tea. You feel for her a little - you're fairly sure she has plenty of inside jokes with the boys and Cillian that she could share and leave you on the outside. But you don't say anything to include her. You take a seat at the end of the island, planting yourself essentially between Yvonne and Malachy, but you can see clearly where Cillian is moving around and that line of sight makes you feel a little calmer. The room falls quiet, but for Cillian's tipping about, and you look around you nervously. The silence is worse than the awkward chatter, and you're desperate for Cillian to say something. 

“What's your first exam, Aran?” You ask suddenly, and you feel ridiculously embarrassed when you find yourself almost shouting the question. 

But Aran looks up and shrugs, “Erm…I have a list. I don't remember.”

You nod your head and stare up at Cillian's back, begging him to turn around and speak. “Nervous about them?” You ask, looking back at the young man. 

He shrugs again, “Dunno.” there's an edge to his tone that you're sure you're picking up on, but you blame your anxiety for feeling it. But when Cillian turns around, his face is a little stern, and you feel a little validated for your feelings. 

“Aran,” Cillian says quietly and walks towards the island. “Dinner’s done, why don't you go into the dining room?” He nods ahead of him. Yvonne and the boys stand in almost perfect unison, and you smile gently at Malachy as he passes behind you, tapping his hand on your shoulder as he goes. 

You look at Cillian and while you know you can't be too vocal, you make a face that you hope he understands: I'm absolutely shitting myself and this feels awful. His eyes are soft as he sighs and walks towards you. He wraps his arms around you as you get off the stool and sighs heavily. “He still hates me,” you whisper. 

“He doesn't.” Cillian says quietly. “He's probably just picking up that there's something going on. And knowing Aran he's probably fucking worked it out.” He releases you and kisses your forehead gently. “C'mon, let's plate up. You alright?” 

You nod, “Yeah - so far it doesn't smell bad.” You laugh lightly. 

“G'on,” he jerks his head, “Grab out the plates there and we'll face the music.” 

The lightness of the meal surprises you, as Aran and Malachy tease their Dad, and Yvonne actually seems interested about your work. You realise you've never had any conversation beyond polite chatter before, and you feel a rush of conflict over what you know you have coming for her and the boys. You don't want to hurt them, of course you don't, but you're having a baby and you want to be happy with Cillian - and for that to happen, they need to know and they need to accept it. Only when everyone had laid down their cutlery did you and Cillian exchange knowing looks. You raise your eyebrows, and he gives a tiny, brief nod. 

“Right,” he says, and clears his throat. “I know the three of youse probably thought it was off, getting youse all in for dinner.” 

“Just assumed one of you is dying,” Malachy jokes, and you can't help smirking as he throws back his head - just like his Dad - and giggles loudly. 

“Malachy, stop…” Yvonne tuts and shakes her head. 

“I'm only messing,” he rolls his eyes, and you can see he's relieved to see you still smiling at his joke. Cillian, though, looks a little more pressured. 

“Thanks for that, Mal.” Cillian says, but he does look amused I'm his torture. “No, neither of us is dying that we know of.” 

“Dad…?” Aran raises his eyebrows, and you can see he's wondering if you're sharing the secrets he'd discovered as he sits across from you. 

“Eh,” Cillian begins to stammer over his words. “Y/N and me talked to the two of you there a few weeks back and, eh, we cleared up some concerns or-or…misconstrued information. Yeah?” 

Malachy looks at you, then at his Dad. “You're having a fucking kid?” He fixes his eyes on Cillian and you're not sure what his expression means. 

Yvonne, on the other hand, is instantly readable. She looks shocked, as she looks at you and Cillian in turn, and you want the ground to open up and suck you in. “What?” Yvonne's eyebrows shoot quickly up her forehead. 

Cillian sighs and he runs his tongue across his lips nervously. “Yeah,” he nods slowly. “Yeah, Y/N is pregnant.” He sighs again. “When we told you that wasn't the case, we were not lying. It's only early, and there's a scan booked there for January, but there were some pictures and an article and…I wanted it to come from us.” 

“So you're telling us because someone else was going to?” Aran said, his eyes fixed firmly on his father.

Yvonne turns to her youngest, “Aran, you can't talk to your Dad like that.” 

“Aran, I'm sorry. We would have been telling youse after the scan, but we didn't want you to get it from somewhere other than us. Other than me.” Cillian defends himself quickly, but you can see he has no comebacks to Aran's quip. “When we talked and I said we weren't expecting a baby, it wasn't a lie. This…it wasn't planned, but it's happening. And I wanted it to be me telling the three of you, not some random internet search throwing it out.” 

“Keeping it?” Aran asks, and you shoot your eyes to Cillian. 

“Of course,” Cillian replies and you can see his eyes silently begging his son not to do this. 

“No choice, or…?” Aran turns down the corners of his mouth. 

“Aran!” Yvonne scolds, but you can see the shock is still there on her face, and there's something else that you're sure is contempt. 

“Aran, please,” Cillian holds out his hand, he's commanding of respect without raising his voice. You're not sure if he'll get said respect, but he's trying. “Didn't we talk about the fact that there has to be a point when I stop making my decisions based on you and Mal alone? Y/N is pregnant and I know it's a shock, it is for us, but it's happening. I want you to be able to talk to me about it, I care about how it affects you, but I need you both to be aware that this is happening regardless. There'll be a baby, and ye pair will need to be prepared for that.” 

You feel panicked and shaken, and you want to run but you know you can't. You realise Malachy has been particularly quiet after being the one to work it all out. “Malachy?” You say gently, “Are you alright?” 

You watch the young man shift in his seat. “I mean, I'm gonna be what? Twenty years older than my little brother or sister? And my Dad's nearly fifty and having another baby.” He sighs and you hear Cillian sigh loudly. “But it's your two’s life, not mine.” You can tell he's conflicted, but you hugely appreciate his words. “I mean, good luck and all I suppose.” Cillian looked at you with such a look of pride that you actually think you love him more, but it's twisted up with his concern over Aran's response, too. 

“We didn't plan this, we'd almost certainly decided it wouldn't happen at all, but it has. We've been coming to terms with it ourselves and we know you have to, too. But like I said, it's happening. We're gonna have a baby, and it's not gonna be an easy change. Not for any of us.” Cillian speaks diplomatically and you hear the fears you know he has, those fears he talked about before. “But we wanted to talk to you ourselves. You too, Yvonne. Like, I owed you all that - it coming from us, and just you, before we told anyone else.” He sits quietly for a moment and you want to hold his hand but you don't move. “Aran, will you talk to me?” He says after a few moments. “I want you to think about it, and like I'll be here if you want to talk about it, but at the same time, pal, it's happening despite what you're feeling. I don't want you feeling badly, not at all, and I don't want youse thinking this is a replacement or a fucking…I don't know, like I'm starting over and forgetting about youse. It's not like that. But this is our family, Y/N and me and this baby, and you're part of it.” 

Aran shrugs his shoulders and you feel bad that all eyes are on the boy. “And say what?” He asks. 

Cillian turns down the corners of his mouth, “Well, how do you feel about it?” 

“That you lied.” Aran says bluntly. “Again.” Your stomach drops. 

“Aran, I…” Cillian falters. 

“Suppose it's a bit better this time, though, isn't it?” Aran continues. “You told before you were found out.” 

Yvonne's face warns you of her impending question before it's uttered. “What is he on about?” Cillian's mouth bobs open, and you can see the sheer panic on his face. Your stomach is turning over and you're sure his is, too. 

“Smoking,” you say, suddenly. “He's been so worried over talking with you, and working, and I've been sick with it all… he's been smoking again. Aran had caught him with a cheeky cigarette on a video call.” You don't know if you'll regret the lie, but you're prepared to accept the consequences. You look across at Aran, and you hate yourself for pulling him into the deception. You know he has harsh feelings towards you anyway, so what's another? But to your relief - though you suspect only for his father - he accepts your silent begging of compliance. 

“Yeah… he knows I wasn't happy about the smoking.” Aran says quietly. 

“Oh, Cillian,” Yvonne rolls her eyes. 

You can't work out Cillian's expression - you're not sure if he feels ‘saved by the bell’, or if he's going to rip you a new one for deflecting and lying. “Yeah, I know,” he says and runs his tongue around his mouth awkwardly. “Look,” he shifts in the chair. “The important thing here is that you two,” he gestures at each of his sons, “know that you can come and talk to me about this. It does matter to me what you're feeling here. But I also need you both to be grown up enough to accept that we're going to be having this wee one and that won't change.” 

“We get it, Dad.” Malachy says quietly. “I'm not gonna throw you a party, but like I said, it's your life not mine.” 

Aran sniffs, “Yeah. Same.” he sighs heavily. 

“Well,” Yvonne clears her throat. “Congratulations then.” She says, matter of fact and clipped. She looks around her awkwardly, and you wonder if the ground opened for you if she might jump in, too. 

“I'm sorry,” Cillian says after it falls silent. You frown - why's he sorry? “I know you're sitting here hurting now, and I'm sorry. But I'm not sorry that this baby is coming. I'm not.” You swallow awkwardly around a painful swelling in your throat. “Y/N and me have been together nearly four years, and we're happy. Sure, if you told me you and Adam were getting married or having a child, I'd be shocked too but like I'd be happy for you. And I know things fell apart, and people were hurt, and the two of ye have been in the middle. I'm sorry for that. But I'm not sorry that we're happy.” 

“I get it, Dad.” Malachy repeats his earlier words, but he sounds softer, sad perhaps, and he nods his head slowly at his Dad. “Congratulations.” 

You can see the flash of emotion across Cillian's face and it makes your eyes water. “Thanks, Malachy.” 

“We really aren't trying to hurt you, Aran.” You say calmly, though your insides are anything but calm. He hates you entirely now, you're sure. 

Aran raises his eyebrows at you and nods his head, “Yeah, maybe not. But…” 

“But you're hurt anyway,” you say and he looks back at you without much reaction. “I know. I'm sorry. We knew when I found out that, after telling you I wasn't pregnant, it was going to look really bad.” 

“It was something she was really worried about, Aran. One of her first fucking concerns was how it'd make you two feel.” Cillian says. “It was for both of us.” 

Aran sighs noisily through his nose and you watch his share a look with his mother. “Okay.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “So I'm not gonna be the youngest anymore.” 

Cillian laughs, but it's awkward and self conscious. “No,” he sighs, smirking. “I suppose you're not.” 

“God, he's gonna be a middle child.” Malachy groans, comedically, and you're so thankful for this boy it's unreal. Cillian laughs again, and it's forced and just as awkward, but the smile he lands on you after is small but genuine. 

“Does anyone have anything to say?” Cillian asks, looking at everyone in turn.

Yvonne takes a deep breath, “I'm thankful you did it this way. And that you included me in it. Both of you.” Your heart beats wildly. You're not sure if you have just missed the fact that she's a reasonable person all of this time, or if she's just become resigned to the lives you all have now. You'd expected more, something harsher, and it overwhelms you that it doesn't come. “I hope you'll be really happy with the baby.” 

You feel your eyes heating up as tears fill them. “Thank you.” You mumble, and get slowly to your feet. You won't cry here. “I'll, um, I'll start clearing the table…” you say, and grab yours and Cillian's plates as you walk away. You need to breathe, you need to think, and you feel so overwhelmed by the contrast of reception being both worse and better than you'd expected that you have no idea how to process it all. You know Cillian will want to follow, and you want him to, but you also know that right now it isn't about you. 

[loop-lover-central]

Go look here for the original idea but uh fanfic yippee!

Thank you all for 300 followers!!! I hope you enjoy chapter 1

Warnings: A corpse(not graphic but it is there), canon typical self hatred, lot of grieving.

(You wake with a start.)

(Why...are you awake?)

(WHY ARE YOU AWAKE!?!?!?)

(You sit up quickly and look around. The meadow. THAT STUPID BLINDING MEADOW!!!!!!!!)

(You stumble upwards as quickly as you can and look around. No, you have to get out of here! You can be here anymore!! It was supposed to be over!!!)

(... Stardust. Where's stardust?)

(You close your eyes and focus, trying to see where they are. But  you cant.)

(Maybe... he's asleep! Yes! Just asleep so you can't see through his eye right now! Hehe always so sleepy, that one!!)

(You'll just... call him and wake him up! Of course!)

(You form your super special secret sign and hold it up to your head. You feel the craft tingle slightly in your digits)

(And you wait.)

(And wait.)

(And wait.)

(You feel a horrible sinking feeling.)

(You take a shaky breath as you drop your arm. Ok. That's...fine! That's ok! Maybe he's just super tired after that little quarrel you two had! Teehee, that was quite the brawl!)

(Maybe you need to be a little more pushy! You focus and try to beam right into their head instead. You've never done this to them while they were sleeping but... It should wake him up in no time!)

(Except you can't find it. You! Can't! Find! It!)

(Why can't you find Siffrin!?)

(... No. No no no no NO!!!)

(Before you even know it your feet are moving. You blitz out of the meadow and rush through the town, not caring about the weird looks you're definitely getting.)

(You leap over the broken bridge and stumble, but you keep going.)

(You skid to a halt at the clock tower, breathing ragged. You almost burst in before realizing you shouldn't. You can't. Not anymore.)

(You start to frantically knock at the door. Please, PLEASE, SOMEONE, ANYONE, ANSWER THE-)

(The door pulls open. And there stands the Researcher- No. Odile.)

Loop: M-madame! Oh thank the stars you- 

(At first glance you couldn't tell anything was wrong but... her eyes are a bit glossy. She's just ever-so-slightly disheveled, which is more than she typically allows. And that almost all but confirms your worst nightmares.)

Loop: ...Where's Siffrin?

(She doesn't look you in the eye. She merely steps aside to let you past her. You hesitate before stepping inside.)

(At the table Bonnie is clinging to Isabeau, crying. He's trying his hardest to stay strong for them but you can see the tears threatening to spill.)

(Your eyes meet. And for a brief moment he looks so heartbroken. If you could you'd probably throw up right about now.)

(He goes back to worrying about Bonnie, without even a greeting towards you, and you head further into the clock tower.)

(You reach the bedroom, the door open just a crack. You hear sniffling inside.)

(You slowly open the door. And there, Mirabelle sat on the floor, face buried into the sheets of the bed Siffrin was laid on.)

(You suddenly feel gravity pulling you down harder than it ever has. Like the very world itself was willing you to stay away.)

(But you refuse. You slowly step over. Mirabelle sits up and quickly turns to face you when the old floor creaks under your weight.)

(How weird. You used to be so light.)

Mirabelle: ... Loop?

(She asks softly through her tears. Hearing that name from her mouth stings worse than anything. Salt and lemon juice and alcohol in your wounds. But you put it aside.)

(You step over and slowly kneel down next to her.)

Loop:... What happened?

(She immediately bursts back into tears and hides into your chest. You suppress the urge to flinch.)

Mirabelle: I don't know! I don't know!! He... He was doing fine when he left to see you but... when he came back he just- 

(Your blood, or whatever it is running through you at this point runs cold. No. No it couldn't be-)

Mirabelle: They just kept getting weaker and weaker and nothing we did would work!! Even the head housemaiden couldn't help-

(You slowly turn to look at him. He looks... So. Peaceful. It makes you seethe. How could he? How could he do this to them! To you! They were supposed to get better!!! Be better!!! Do more than you ever could!!!)

(You reach over and carefully touch his arm. They're. Not. Even. Cold. The universe didn't even wait for him to start cooling off before dragging you back into the fray.)

(It makes you sick.)

Mirabelle: Loop, please tell me you can do something! A-anything! Please-!

(She begs, finally sitting back up.)

Mirabelle: You have some super secret way to help him? That's why you're back, right!? A-and everything going to be ok-

(The look you give her immediately makes her stop talking.)

Loop: ...I'm sorry, Mirabelle.

(The look she gives you is enough to make your own vision blur with tears. You quickly blink them away. No. You don't deserve to cry. This is all your fault. This is all your fault. Everything is always your fault.)

(You useless, useless, useless star! If you'd just ever done just one good thing in your life this wouldn't be happening!)

(If you weren't such a selfish monster you wouldn't have been put in this position. None of you would be here.)

[sugar-crash]

🪲👑CYBUG King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader🍭🕷️

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Ask here! Had a ball writing this one, let me tell you, I LOVE MONSTROUS BUG PPL!! And this one in particular has a very special place in my heart lol, he’s so fucked up lookin’)

- Alright so, one thing we can agree on is that for both sides of this predicament here is that things escalate and escalate quickly, even before you see each other in person once more.

- I mean, imagine being roped into the nonsense that Ralph causes when he game jumps alongside Fix-It Felix and Calhoun… Essentially third wheeling them, their strange yet endearing dynamic blossoming right in front of you. Maybe a part of you is reminded of that long gone romance between you and Turbo.

- Every step, every word, everything feels as if it’s trying to make you remember him, down to the point when Felix tells Calhoun of Turbo in such a ‘in your face’ manner rather than beating around the bush or vaguely referring to him like people of the arcade usually do—

- The negative effects of that only making those supposedly long dead feelings come out of the woodwork, his influence seemingly all encompassing as haunts the narrative of the overall story.

- And the kicker? The cherry on this vile sundae?? That bastard is still ALIVE, HASN’T EVEN CHANGED, dramatically introducing himself to the little girl he’s trying to MURDER, to the guy he literally manipulated, and unknowingly to you, and he’s just as impulsive and selfish as you remembered him to be.

- To say there’s some negative consequences to this would be an understatement of the century… I can’t imagine a reader who would be ok with all of this crazy all at once. Especially if you were scorned by him in the past.

- Constantly having to walk on eggshells only for him to complain about the crunching sounds said eggshells are making… Yeah no it’s not fun and having to deal with weird bug monster things makes it even worse.

- Not to mention having to deal with him in a monster bug form that TOWERS over a 9ft Ralph and IS ABLE TO FUCKING PICK HIM OFF OF THE GROUND??? Terrifying. Terrible— Unfathomable.

- The wide variety of words I have in my arsenal would not be able to fully describe the absolute magnitude of it for anyone.

- I can’t imagine a final confrontation that doesn’t involve you guys duking it out in some way, I live for that type of angsty shit— Like trying to fight him as a means to stall for Ralph? Maybe.

- Having to handle your ex that’s a mutated, feral, and downright manic version of himself is something nightmares are made out of, having such a great disadvantage from not only his overpowered body, but with the emotional damage of all these sudden revelations this god forsaken night has caused?? Yeah it’s rougher than rough, which I believe Cybug King Candy would absolutely delight in.

- His sadistic tendencies being right out in the open now, now that he has the confidence and the form to back it up—

- Even if you two had something in the past, he still delights in misery, maybe has a twisted delight in seeing you in particular all bent out of shape about everything he’s doing not only to Sugar Rush but also to the main cast.

- If he’s given the chance I do see him trying to sweep you off of your feet, like, literally. Flaunting off his new form, relishing in your palpable fear among other things, it’s as if he strives to make you squirm.

- Keeps you on your toes with his unpredictable behavior, constantly switching from being overly joyful one second and frighteningly aggressive the next. He’s unstable both physically and mentally, face constantly glitching from the one you used to know all those years ago to this new more crazed one with a sharp toothed grin and a bloodthirsty glint in his eye.

- The audacity oozing from him is deadly when he’s the self-appointed ‘final boss’, throwing you around like a rag doll through the air and catching you by the leg just because.

- But in a way he’s always been like this, but now he has the power to be what he wants, and that’s something that craves power, thinks he’s owed it for everything he does.

- I believe he thinks he’s owed you in particular, all the worst of him out in the open, not afraid to reveal those ugly parts of himself anymore, too far down the rabbit hole to stop and think.

- Which, as we all know, is how he gets got, letting his gloating and sadistic side to have too much of the spotlight, being inevitably put down like the rabid dog he is.

- Much like how he is with so many other things, he simply couldn’t resist letting those metaphorical and literal wings of his melt like Icarus, no more redos, no more chances, no more him.

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[wellofdean]

I still remember what Jensen said years ago, I think he would disagree with Rob and Rich https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GjTN6m5WUAAxsWG?format=jpg&name=small

Here's the content of that link. Many apologies for reposting, but:

So, my first answer to this is, as I've said before, I am infinitely more interested in the text itself than I am in what any of them say about it, and the text is what it is (GAY). What's nice about these episodes of Rich & Rob's podcast is that they are actually responding to the thing we all saw in our TV box, and saying "Dial it down to 11 guys, geez," which: Yes. Good to know y'all can see a church by daylight.

But also, in the Q&A format at a con, there are loads of different reasons Jensen might say this or that. What's the context here? Who is he onstage with? What's the crowd like? What exactly was the question? Also, this answer rightly acknowledges that the "whole Dean and Cas thing" was poppin' off in season 8. Well spotted. Perhaps he is thinking that the show needed to separate them for awhile so they wouldn't have to just fucking make out already? In fact, perhaps that was exactly the thinking, because honestly, season 9 goes off on the star-crossed Destiel, complete with parallel cross-species romances to interrogate proof of concept and some serious Romeo and Juliet-ass shit:

Dean praying to Cas and saying "I need you here" while he agonises about what to do about Sam; the whole painful kicking Cas out of the bunker storyline with the yearning date prep and the fanfic gap (plus LOADS of other shit in that episode); Cas gets killed by April and Dean tenderly cradles his face and then is jealous about the sex; they have a big vulnerable heart-to-heart about the Sam situation and why Dean kept Cas away and Cas forgives him immediately and helps Dean; Dean takes the mark of Cain and the Crowley/Dean/Cas love triangle start revving up; Collette is invented for the sole purpose of paralleling Cas; the Garth is a werewolf episode is here about finding love in unexpected places! love Is love, yo!; the fitness centre episode with its many implications that Dean is into dudes; Metatron's speech about what gives a story meaning; Gabriel calls Cas Dean's boytoy; Metatron tells Cas "I left you human because I hoped you would live happily ever after" because HE KNOWS; the whole Romeo and Juliet thing in episode 20 with the werewolf/shapeshifter romance that pointedly mirrors Dean and Cas; Dean drops everything to go help Cas, leading to Cas giving up his army for one man; Hannah is invented to throw another triangle into the works; Metatron says Cas is in love..............with humanity; Dean dies (Juliet much?) and comes back a demon.

Like, I am leaving LOADS out.

Firstly? They were 💯 writing it like that. They leaned the fuck in every chance they got. And secondly, y'all get that Jensen pointedly does not talk about subtext, or things that the story is doing on the DL, or about things that haven't happened yet, and he doesn't talk about any of Dean's feelings that Dean would not openly talk about himself? Jensen is actually admirably disciplined and principled about it? And, you know that he could also just be disingenuous on purpose to avoid doing so, and to allow unspoken things to remain unspoken? If he just tells us, where's our joy in figuring it out going to come from? Y'all should THANK HIM for not stealing our joy.

I personally think? Jensen is clever. He is very intentional and I think he knows what he's doing. If you consider that Jensen talks AS DEAN in cons and never goes beyond something Dean would say, well...then it makes sense he would say that in light of the fact that anyone who understands narrative can see that the text itself is WALL TO WALL star-crossed Destiel, because that's what happens when you separate them and then write them as you have been all along. I'm glad he enjoyed it! Me too!

Like, either you think Jensen is a full idiot, or you have to admit that there might be layers to the things he says.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Stan: YOU MAY BE OLDER THAN ME BY 15 minutes FORD BUT IF 15 MINUTES IS THE HILL YOU WANT TO DIE ON THEN YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS FIFTHTEEN MINTUES??? REHEATING HOTPOCKETS, DO YOU WANT TO BE A HOT POCKET FORD?!?

Ford: IF BEING A HOT POCKET WILL KEEPS YOU FROM WANDERING THE FOREST THEN YES STANLEY IM A “HOT POCKET”, FIFTHTEEN MINUTES IN THE GRAND OF SCHEME OF THINGS MEANS A LOT—

Stan: DAMMIT FORD, Why does this mean so much to you?!? We’re TWINS, it shouldn’t matter who’s older or younger because we were born on the same day! Why does you being be so much older matter to you? THIS JUST ANOTHER THING TO LORD OVER MY HEAD! Ohhh look at me I’m ford and Im smart and artistic and strong and older than you and there’s nothing the “Spare Stan” should do because he’s just SO stupid and—-

Ford: Stanley…

Stanley: No— Just…

*A silence hangs over them*

Ford: We’re….having another misunderstanding aren’t we? I didn’t think… *trying to recollect his words* I suppose you’re right that being 15 minutes older isn’t really much of an excuse….

Stan: That’s a first, you admitting I’m right? *Sighs* Also I’m a grown ass man, Ford.

Ford: I know that. Just…you’ve, always protected me when we were younger. And you’ve clearly have had a life full of hardships. Is it so wrong to prevent you from going through more? I can provide for you now, I can protect you now, MORE than I ever could back then. Is it so wrong to want you to be okay?

We’ve missed out so much of eachother’s lives.

I don’t want to lose you, or for you to get hurt and not tell anyone. You’ve suffered in silence for so long as a cat, who’s to sah you don’t do it with other things?

You’re used to throwing yourself so often into danger, that you don’t trust anyone to help you.

Stan: I appreciate the gesture, Pointdexer. But it makes me feel absolutely awful. Because I’m the one who’s supposed to be protecting you. I’m supposed to be the one who’s supporting you, not the other way around.

Ford: And why not?

Stan: Because, just because okay?!

(And that’s all the dialogue I got for now, please enjoy this 3 am ramble. Idk why I wrote this, but hopefully you’ve enjoyed)

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Its beautiful. Love misunderstanding brothers.

Ford just wants Stan to be safe and to be OK and that's harder to be with the cat thing, but Ford can do it better now also. He can protect and provide for Stan, and Stan doesn't have to put himself in danger! Ford can protect them himself!

Stan doesn't see it this way of course, just sees Ford being better than him, and him being useless. Now he can't even do the one thing he was good for, which was protect Ford, so why even be here! What's the point of him!

Just ugh. There's no right answer here. Just gotta talk it out and compromise somewhere.

[soundwaveissuperior]

Okay so I'm been having this shit brewing in my head for a while and I keep coming back to it. I want to be like G1 but also a mix of other continuities as well Like TF Prime, TF One, Etc.

This is my shitty writing, I'm sorry if it's bad I just want to put it out there. If you have any ideas of what I should call this au please comment.

So Imagine this, we know that Megatron is like the leader of the decepticons right? He’s the founder so just like what if Orion becomes the leader of the decepticons instead?? Hey, it is a thought. I'm not saying he is the founder. Like how the normal story goes Orion pax the archivist meets Megatronus the gladiator, they talk about ideas and the future, Megatronous constructs the Decepticons, Orion joins him. ( I always liked the thought that Orion was one of the first decepticons of Megs group before becoming prime.)

They have two different perspectives. Orion thinks that they can peacefully have an audience with the Council/Senate (idk which one to use.) to take down and rebuild this terrible system they live by while Megatronous on the other hand thinks that they won’t listen to words and only by action (VIOLENCE!! ETC.) Btw of course this is an OpMeg so yeah they are together, there so trusting in one another and collaborate so well. Big Gladiator Mech and Lil Archivist bot

So to make this hurt, Orion was able to get an audience with the Council/Senate by the help of Sentinel “Prime”. And after convincing Megs to go see them to present his dream to dismantling the oppressive caste system. But of course the Naive Orion didn’t know that the Council/senate was using him to lure the Leader of the decepticons into a trap. They didn’t want him to spread anymore of these ‘ideas’.

(I want sentinel to be a part of this cuz I love and hate that bastard.)

Orion comes with Megatronus to speak with the senate and Sentinel.

(Okay so I'm still having Orion become prime but not like how the Senate will make him prime. Sentinel Took the matrix for himself but the Matrix doesn’t respond to him, so it is just a piece of junk without a Worthy Mech to attune to it. He still uses it as a way for publicity, it's not like citizens really knows how the Matrix works anyways.)

Orion is standing next to him as he backs up Megatronus words as he explains to them.

After this the Senate mocks him, Sentinel Truly explains to them why Lower caste should stay below them. They are born to serve the superior and die when useless, it is their Primus given purpose. Orion interrupts the Sentinel as he is shocked and angry at his words, “any bot can be more than what they're supposedly ‘born to do’.”

He uses Megatronus as an example, how he became more than a Miner, a Gladiator, he learned how to read and write, wrote literature that moved people, that anyone is the same at spark no matter their frame type. In a quick swift movement Sentinel who had enough of the words of this archivist went to silence him.

As he grabs him by the throat and throws him across the room. Megatronous tried to stop him but was then restrained by Guards. Sentinel tells them both how stupid they are. That what he says is right, that he is a prime and there not and the people will listen to him and not some nobodies. ( Basically Nuh uh Im prime so i get to do what ever da fuck i want , you poor ass bitches)(dude not even a fucken prime like brother shut the fuck up)

Orion coughs as he slowly rises up from the ground. He wobbles a bit before speaking. “You may be a prime but I won’t let you mock him or put anyone beneath you anymore. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. They are more than their function!” As he finishes that statement a low rumbling sound emits from Sentinel's chest and a low blue glow seeps out. The Matrix recognizes a worthy mech to attune to.

Sentinel baffles tires to keep the relic inside as he panics. The relic bursts out his chest as it makes its way towards Orion. He grits his teeths in pain as he orders the guards to terminate him to keep him from getting the relic. Shots fire as Orion tries to run, the Matrix stops and floats waiting for its chosen welder to claim it.

His left arm is shot off his body and he takes a hit at his knee. Orion cries out for Megatronous as he falls to the ground again. Megatronous finally gets out of the guard's hold, tearing them apart and runs towards him. Sentinel huffs in pain as he slowly walks towards Orion who is crawling pathetically to the Matrix.

With a blaster ready he points it towards the crawling mech. “ why couldn't you be a good lil mech just stay ignorant”. As he fires Megatronous throws Sentinel taking the shot. Orion shouted in horror. Megatronus collapses as smoke emits out a gaping hole near his spark.

He bleeds heavily as Orion crawls towards his injured beloved. A large servo goes up to cradle his face “ Please, don’t leave, I can't lose you!” Orion begs. Megatronous wipes his tears as he speaks “Do not cry my little one, I will not leave you. I will always be with you my spark”. Megatronous gives him one last kiss as his frame slowly grays. “ No Nononononono, no please my champion please” he cries.

Yeah again this is just an idea of how Megatronus is going to die, I might change it, who knows. So then Orion filled with resentment towards Sentinel. Like how D-16 became Megatron due anger building up inside as he was lied to slave away his entire life, for Orion it is more of him believing in something, that there is good in people and no need to lean towards violence but to be betrayed by the system that he relied on, he experience a violation of trust. Especially when the person he idolizes hurts the ones he loves. Pretty much breaks you and how you see the world around you.

I want Orion to feel terrible, just terrible, to blame himself (which isn’t new) for the death of his beloved champion, for killing the mech that people look up to, the mech that people put their faith in, the one who united everyone to strive for more.

After Megatronous dies, he takes the Matrix and feels a sense of duty to fulfill their dream as he feels the need to redeem himself. Then he'll step up and take the role as the leader of the decepticons, he believes he needs to bear this responsibility all to himself, to punish himself for his actions for leading him to his death due to his naivety.

If you have any questions don't be afraid to send an ask, I can elaborate if you like.

[alexa-yukiyu]

Cursed Endearment ft Sukuna and Gojo

A/N I like this one better than the last one but I ‘m still not sure if it’s a cook. It might be guys, I think I likey this one; let me know what you guys think

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!

It had taken but a small moment of weakness—a shock from a mission he had received, catching the teen off guard—for the King of Curses to take his chance and take possession of his host's body.

Sukuna laughed with sick glee, standing at the top of a building as he looked down on the people of the Sendai Prefect. His mind was already relishing all the plans and fun he could carry about with his newfound freedom. That is, until he heard the tale-tell sign of footsteps behind him. Turning around with excitement akin to that of a child, he came face to face with an actual child.

However, it wasn't the child itself that excited him but his host's reaction to the child; based on Yuji's desperate screaming, he was quick to gather that the child in front of him was the brat's younger sibling.

"Ji?" the child called, confused, a grin growing on their young face as they realized who it was.

"Ji!" The cheered, running to the pinkenette's arms, giggling as the latter easily took hold of him

"I found you, Ji!" they exclaimed, cupping Itadori's face, pausing at his appearance. Their eyes stared at the small eyes popping below his own. Itadori had always told them that despite their age, they were unusually sharp, something that was becoming apparent as they stilled, gaping at the person holding them.

"You're not Ji…." They muttered, flinching at the grin that grew on the thing's face at the statement

"Ha, you're not as stupid as the brat, aren't you? You might just be quite useful if only to keep him in check. You can't believe the tantrum he is throwing up there right now," Sukuna gleefully stated, giving his temple a tap

"Ji is up there?" They questioned, looking up

"I've got him on a leash; you see, your brother thought he could do it to me, keep me locked up, so it was about time I returned the favor."

"Ji did that? But b-but that's so mean!" they cried out, seemingly aghast that their brother had done such a thing

His response was cut off as the both of them snapped their heads at the sound of a war cry and what looked to be a sorcerer heading the way and recklessly sending an attack their way.

"I see some things haven't changed even a thousand years later; still don't care who you take down in the process of getting rid of me; and yet you have the nerve to talk about me?" He called with a scoff as he easily blocked the attack sent towards him and, by proxy, to the small child on his hands

"I was about to start having fun; don't interrupt me," he growled, cracking his fingers as he prepared his own attack, only to raise a brow as the sorcerer dropped to the ground, soon after his cursed energy had suddenly disappeared

"Well, you really are something, aren't you; why did you hide this one from me, brat?" Sukuna questioned, turning his attention to Dokucha once again as he asked his host and let out a few snickers at the loud protests that came from the teen.

"Don't be mean to Ji either," they pouted, ignoring the tsked sound that escaped the curse at their words.

"What did you do to him?" he questioned, gesturing to the slumped body of the sorcerer a few feet away

"Gogo said to keep to keep it a secret, so don't tell anyone, kay?" they hissed, putting a finger on their lips

"Who the hell Is Gogo?" he snarled.

"Umm, he's Gogo! He's Ji's teacher, he's really funny!" they beamed.

"That cocky bastard huh? To think he had you under his sleeve, too, so what did you do?"

"I made his magic go poof! Mr. Gogo said I can make magic go poof and also crank it up!"

"HAHAHAHA, what are the chances that technique would be passed down even after all this time; this certainly makes things more fun," he cackled.

"Ne, Ne. What's your name?"

"Me? I am Sukuna, the king of curses; you better engrave that name into your skull, little brat."

"Kuna?" they questioned, tracing the markings on his face, and surprisingly, the cursed allowed it, glancing at Dokucha as their fleeting touch glided along his face

"I like your tattoos, Kuna," they mumbled.

"Do ya?"

"Mmhm, they're cool. I want to have some too! "

"Don't go influencing my little spark," a voice called out

"So you finally caught up," Sukuna spat out, a disgusted scowl growing on his face as he took it in the white-haired intruder

"Save yourself the trouble and go back quietly; we both know how it's going to end," Gojo piped up with an easygoing smile on his face as he leisurely approached the curse.

Sukuna was a lot of things; however, naive was not one of them; cocky as he was, he knew that with the fraction of power he possessed at the moment, he didn't stand a chance against the sorc

"Hey lil' Brat," he called dismissively, continuing as the child gave a little hum

"I will see you real soon; you and me, we're going to have lots of fun," He called with a grin growing on his face, a nasty glint growing on his eye as he spoke

"You're going to leave?"

"Don't worry; like I said, I will be back real soon, and it will be to stay. I like ya, so I will allow you to walk with me after I wipe out these maggots," he called as he retreated into his domain, causing Yuji's subconscious to come back, only for it to quickly fade as his body slumped to the ground, Dokucha jumping out of his arms with a squeak

"Ji?" they called once they had gathered their bearings and approached the fallen sorcerer

"Ji?" they repeated, shaking his body

"Don't worry, little Spark," Gojo called as he approached the child

"Gogo? Is Jiji alright?" they tearfully called

"Yeah, he's just catching up with some beauty sleep," he smiled, growing into a grin as the child gestured for him to pick him, happily obliging as he did

"M' sorry, Gogo; I told kuna our secret," They cried as they hid their face in the crook of his neck, tightly hugging him.

"Hmm, don't worry," he assured them, patting their head dismissively

"He would have heard of you from Itadori eventually, so it was bound to happen. I'm not surprised he had a soft spot for you; you're quite the talented cutie," He responded as he dug his fingers into their stomach playfully, following them as they squirmed around, trying to escape the small attack.

"You're not mad?" they asked as their giggles subsided; backing away from their hiding spot to look into the man's covered eyes.

"No, but make sure not to tell anyone else, m'kay?"

"Okay"

"Pinky promised?" he suggested, pulling out his finger and offering it to the kid.

"Pinky promise!" Dokucha confirmed, watching their much smaller finger around his

"Now then, let's get your brother back to school," he merrily stated, easily hauling Yuji's body over his shoulder and balancing the kid in his other arm.

"How about we stop for some sweets on the way?"

"Yay! You're the best Gogo!" they cheered, bouncing in his arms with excitement

Let me know what you guys think! I ‘m not sure if there was enough interactions 🤔