#and i WAS scratching at it but. nothing that should've cause THAT T-T

[autism-corner]

my tunnel just fell trough my ear what.

[jungwondazed]

18+ only // jungwon gets turned on when you wear his t shirt

"i told you wearing white was a bad idea" he mutters while rummaging through his drawer to find a shirt for you.

you lightly role your eyes trying to rub the stain off your cashmere sweater knowing he was probably right about wearing this to wine night. all your friends were continuing on outside as jungwon pulled you into his room to find you a change of clothes. you didn't think a splatter of merlot was a big enough deal to excuse yourself but jungwon was too particular.

he hands you a large black t shirt and you quickly put it on getting ready to head back out before you feel a tug. you turn around with furrowed brows at his one finger hooking the bottom of his own clothing.

jungwon's eyes stay on yours for a few seconds before glancing down at your body, almost checking you out and it causes your cheeks to heat up.

"what is it?" you ask, self conscious about whether you looked too underdressed now, but it was all that he had.

"take it off" he breathes out, and swallowing so hard you see his adam's apple bob in and out.

"what?" completely thrown off at such a demand.

"i said take it off," he repeats himself, the hint of impatience evident in his eyes.

you gasp, shaking your head in disbelief before pulling the shirt off and tossing it on the floor with a bit of frustration. if he didn't want you wearing his things then he should've never offered. instead of making a scene now you plan to ignore him for the rest of the night, dealing with this way later. reaching out for the stained sweater to put on again, jungwon pulls you back once again.

"take it all off" his tone is deeper than before, the husk in his voice sends a chill down your body. there was no need to be doing any stripping right now, guests were outside and your outfit was completely fine.

"jungwon, no i can just wear-"

"just do what i say" he snaps a bit. and you listen immediately, pulling your black pants down and then slowly peeling off your undergarments.

you stand there naked, covering yourself a bit, scratching the back of your head at such an inappropriate command at an odd time. the seconds that pass seem too long, and all you wanna do is make a run for the bathroom to breakdown what the hell was going on.

there's a hunger in his eyes you recognize when you both are alone together. if it weren't for the wine flushing in his cheeks you would've thought he absolutely lost it.

he stands closer to you, reaching down for the t shirt you just took off and places it in your hand.

you look at it and back to him, and you can hear his heavy breathing even with the talking going on in the living room.

"put it back on" he says gently, and it starts to click for you.

you wear it again and it hangs on your body, not looking flattering at all. just a blocky shirt that hugs nothing, but the focus in jungwon's eyes as he rakes your figure makes you ponder whether jungwon thinks any differently. his gaze stops at your breasts, nipples peaking through the shirt and there's a small twitch in his mouth that makes you want to throw yourself all over him.

jungwon leans down to your side and to the other, really observing the entirety of you. he bites his lip as he runs his hands down your body, through the cloth, groaning as he feels your figure. he's turned on, and you have no choice but to let him have at you all he wants.

there was something deeply perverted about jungwon's fascination with you being naked under a piece of his own clothing. you were covered but him knowing exactly what was hidden under made it the perfect opportunity to sexualize you in a matter that was personal to him.

"i just wanted to see what this might've looked like," he breathes out against your neck. he spends his time feeling you up, the fabric sensitive against your nipples and everywhere it was clinging to. jungwon was groaning as if he was the one getting touched, and it made you feel humiliated to say the least. you don't know how much time passes when he pulls you onto his bed, and the socialization that was going on outside completely slips your mind.

[russellsppttemplates]

So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Who's the better tickler?

Idk I just suddenly felt compelled to write this. I hope is okay akdhakdhaj

I love my gay children 💖

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Atsushi x Akutagawa x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Lers: Atsushi, Akutagawa

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Hey guys I'm home-" you stopped dead in your tracks. They were at it again, arguing about god knows what.

"Y/n!" Atsushi practically leaped over at you, clinging his arms around your waist. "Aku says that I'm not as good of a tickler as him...!" the weretiger playfully whined out. So that's what this was about, great...

"Ugh, you're gonna suffocate them" the port mafia member dragged Atsushi away by his collar. "Besides it's true, I'm much better than you".

"Oh yeah?!—".

And back to arguing they went. This was gonna be a long day...

"You guys wait! Why don't you settle it then? Y'know, make a little contest out of it" you stood there a bit awkwardly as they both looked at each other, as if exchanging silent words. Then, their eyes fell upon you. Their faces twisting to a more mischevious one. "Uhh... guys?" you slowly took a step back, but before you could make it any far, they both pounced on you.

"GYAH!" your screech echoed across the room as they pinned you down to the ground. With Atsushi holding your arms up and Akutagawa straddling your waist. "W-what the hell are you two doing...?!".

"Well you said to settle it, so why not make you our judge".

"Huh?! T-that's not what I meant at all—".

"Shhhh..." Atsushi brought a finger to your lips. "You should've seen this coming~" he added while playfully sticking his tongue out.

"Now watch and learn, Weretiger" Akutagawa pulled your shirt up to expose your stomach. His colds fingers quickly kneading at the exposed sides.

"Gah—" you instantly gasped and tensed up at the touch. His cold hands weren't helping at all. And that neutral ass face Aku kept the entire time somehow flustered you even more.

"Pshh, that's nothing! Watch this~" Atsushi then shot his hands to your neck, his short nails scribbling along the sides of it.

"Eep! Ehehehe! Q-quit ihihit!" you shook your head around, trying to turtle in on yourself. But it was futile when you were being held down by these two beasts.

"Oh please, I know exactly how to get them to scream...~". The sinister tone in Aku's voice sent chills down your spine. Before you could protest, his hands moved to your bare belly. One hand playfully scratched all over it, even going up to your ribs, while the other one softly tickled around your navel.

"WAH! A-AKUHUHU!" you cackled like a madman, arching your back and frantically kicking your legs from behind him. Seeing such a wild reaction brought a satisfied smirk to Aku's face. But Atsushi wasn't gonna give up so easily.

"Oh but I know their worst spot~" the weretiger moved his hands over to your armpits, making sure to tease your forearms and elbows as well. Occassionally scribbling up to your hands.

"PFFT—" you snorted in hysterical laughter, causing the other two to chuckle at your reactions, before getting all competitive again.

"You underestimate how many 'worst' spots they have" Aku then started to pinch and squeeze at your hips, making you squeak and jolt at each touch.

"Y-YOU GUHUHUYS!—" your pleas fell deaf as they kept bickering.

"Well I have my secret weapon~" Atsushi then transformed his hands into tiger paws. The longer and sharper nails now lightly scratching all over your armpits and neck, making sure not to hurt you of course.

"WAHH! O-OH MY GOHOHOD!" your body fell limp under them. Having lost any energy to struggle from laughing so much. Even your eyes were starting to get watery. This finally caught their attention, both of them stopping their tickling instantly.

"Oh my gosh- We're so sorry Y/n! Are you okay...?" Atsushi quickly wiped away any stray tears while Aku tried rubbing the way the tingles along your torso.

"Ahaha..." you took in deep breaths, still smiling all bashfully. You gave them a thumbs up, not really upset by their antics. It was quite fun actually, not like you'd say it out loud. They both smiled warmly at you, letting out a sigh of relief.

"So... who's the better tickler?" Aku suddenly spoke up, the competitive glint in his eyes back once again. Atsushi also awaited your responde eagerly.

"I- aehehe... Y-you both ahare...".

"I will not tie for first against this idiot!".

"Oh shut up! You're just jealous!..."

And back at it they went again...

"Guess we'll have to go for round two..." Aku eventually piqued up, his gaze falling back down to your exposed torso. I'm pretty sure they heard you audibly gulp, whether from nervousness or excitement who knows. Or maybe both~

"Don't worry, we'll go easier on you" Atsushi tried to reassure with an innocent smile, but you knew better. Oh well...

Your laughter echoed all over the room as they tried to settle who was the best tickler once and for all.

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[tangerinesour]

@lemontart said : well, there's a lot he could say, isn't there? not for the first time, he sits across from tangerine and tries to guess his thoughts. (what's this going to be? a silent ride back?) too much of an uncomfortable shift pulls at his wrapped wound, causing an uncaring hiss to leave him. when he hunches, the subtle glitter of tangerine's necklace catches the very edges of his vision, and suddenly he is studying him anew. every minute change in expression, he has to know. ❛ you thought i was dead, ❜ not like lemon thought any different - blunted short nails catch nothing as fingertips touch thin gold, feels along its edges. if they were children still, he might promise to keep it safe and pretty. as an adult, he's a bit more realistic. ❛ ...you want it back? ain't ever seen you without it. ❜

his eyes are closed. counting the travel time to the triad's fish market hideout, he and lemon had been at it for nearly twenty-four hours at this point — powder-induced sleep and/or passing out from blood loss notwithstanding. his neck aches. the tape and gauze keeping him plastered up is starting to itch but, instead of scratching it, he threads his fingers together — he's never been one to pray, but...

lemon's not-quite-question is a welcome distraction. tangerine peaks an eye open to look his brother over, blinking, a grunt issued through bloodied lips. he looks away. he'd shrug if he didn't think it would hurt more than speaking up for once. ❝ didn't need t' be watched over for what i'd been about t' do. ❞ it's not really an answer in so many words, but he thinks maybe lemon understands. maybe tange should've kept it. maybe then he wouldn't be in the state he is. maybe he should've trusted that lemon listened better than he'd made out. ( false sense of security, my arse ). ❝ keep it. ❞ a breath. tangerine shifts his gaze to meet lemon's head on, ❝ i need t' know you're safe, lemon. you'll be safe with it. ❞

[n3onstarss]

Sorry but i desperately need comfort and so here's a self indulgent Swerve oneshot

Today had been absolute aft. You'd been kept at work for 11 hours and 27 minutes exactly, you'd timed it, and had barely any breaks. and today was supposed to be your day off to boot. but apparently one of the bolts was loose, and then another problem came up, and just like that your entire Saturday had been spent in the belly of the Lost Light fixing anything and everything. you were stained and exhausted and the energex drink you'd had had done absolutely nothing. It had been so goddamn hot down by the engines that you were sure your processor should've melted. Oil and grease and who knows what else covered your servos and armor and your face plate was absolutely smudged.

By the time you finally left the basement of the ship, there was exactly 4 responses to you and your appearance. "you look like shit" in some way shape or form, constant questions and some didn't even relate to work, Jokes at your expense ("woah, did you get hit by a bus or what?"), or just flat out being ignored. every single one was annoying and every single one only made you more pissed.

By the time you actually reached your habsuite you wanted to collapse and have a nice cry. hey, maybe the coolant could help get rid of some of the grease even! Maybe you would go visit your boyfriend at his bar to help numb the headache that was threatening to split your helm. But first, a shower in the wash racks sounded lovely.

the cleanser was warm and steaming, perfect. It warmed your protoform in the nicest way it could. Soap slithered onto the floor beneath you as you stared blankly at the wall. rinsing would go faster if you actually tried, but just standing under the solution was calming. and it was helping your headache too i guess.

By the time the shower shut off and you were dry, it was already incredibly late in the cycle. actually it was technically the next cycle. 12:13 am exactly is what your chronometer read. Swerve's bar would be closed by now, it was past midnight. a new rule he'd imposed specifically on the weekends. y'know when the bar would be busiest.

opening the door to the wash racks let the built up steam pour out, making foggy patterns along the floor. in a few seconds it was gone, but it made for ethereal scenes whenever it was Swerve emerging.

Speaking of Swerve, he was in the habsuite already. that was mildy surprising, he had a tendency to stay late at the bar to talk with friends, even after he closed it officially. but here he was, hunched over the counter and watching the microwave dutifully.

... okay maybe not really hunched. after all, the mini-bot was, well, mini. and you were just below average. actually, scratch that, you were barely shorter then Drift. either way, the counters weren't the highest but they weren't the lowest either.

By the time Swerve had spotted you in the reflection of the microwave it had been a hot minute. the steam was gone and the only thing you could imagine was some damp bot standing ominously in the golden yellow light of the washrooms. He turned and shot you that million dollar grin while the microwave backlit him and he received a soft smile in return. Primus how you love that mini-bot.

"[NAME]! I'd figured you were in the shower cause, i mean, who else would be in our shower? but i mean someone could've been but that would be, like, super weird and creepy- anyways! I'm making popcorn!"

and there he was. the bot you fell for. in your studio habsuite's kitchen, making popcorn after midnight. this only meant one thing, and you were already on it.

"that would be absolutely creepy if it was anyone but one of us, but luckily it wasn't. How are you making the popcorn tonight, love? and what movie do you want?" You were already walking towards the tall but thin shelves near the berth. maybe you would make a show of flicking through movies even if you knew exactly where the movie was, maybe not. despite how tiring today had been, Swerve had the affect of making everything feel better. you hoped you could do the same for him.

"caramel corn! well, okay not caramel, but caramelized energon if that makes sense? and tonight is your pick, remember?" he almost seemed offended you'd forgotten, but the lighthearted smile and the glint in his eyes when he looked over his shoulder let you know everything you needed to.

so that's what you'd been forgetting! welp, best grab something quick, the microwave was going off already.

"That sounds amazing, dear. For movie, how do you feel about Mad Max; the road warrior?" you were crouched infront of the shelves now and flicking through the cases, making a show of it. You'd somehow managed to snag a few earth movies from a trader a few systems ago and the Mad Max series had been your favorite so far.

"again?!" Swerve turned from having his back to you to throwing you the most fake-shocked look ever over his shoulder. "you've picked that one ever since we got it!" he turned back to the popcorn, his tone joking and a giggle escaping him.

"well of course! it's a really good movie!" you slapped your servo onto your chassis in mock exasperation and punctuated it with a gasp.

what a strange couple, most bots on the ship would say. The mini-bot bartender and the mechanic. But you both had so much in common and so much to teach each other and to learn. And one of those things in common was the sheer amount of drama queen in both of you.

"whatever shall we do?" Swerve announced like a shocked wife in a horror movie, turning fast and laying a servo on his forehead as he draped himself across the counter. Primus he looked stunning haloed in the golden light of the left open microwave.

The DvD was quickly abandoned on the bed in favor of crossing the small space to scoop up Swerve in your arms. planting kiss after kiss on his face plates while he struggled to keep his giggles down. By the time he was released from the hugs and kisses the caramelized energon had cooled enough that it wouldn't burn and he was blushing bright blue.

oh how on Cybertron did you get so lucky with him?

by the time the movie had ended hours later you both were entangled in each other. his helm on your chassis while he laid across your torso. you'd both inevitably wake up face to face with limbs tangled, but for now, you were both sound asleep in your own lala lands. illuminated only by the ending of the movie and the dim glow of each others bio-lights.

luckily, neither of you had work tomorrow.

[cherri-cherri]

× Little moments ×

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Pairings - Sukuna x Dying!Reader

Synopsis - Even with you gone, Sukuna remembers all of the memories of you.

Warnings - Story contains Character Death, possible misspelled words, cursing, and triggers to those who have encountered someone dying from a diseases such as cancer.

A/N: There was a headcanon that I just thought was too juicy to not try out where Sukuna had a lover but they were unfortunately lost to an sickness. So here we go, I hope you all enjoy it.

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It was always the little moments that counted when with the one you loved the most...

"Why do you not run, Woman?", a rough voice said behind her with a slight chuckle following in suit. Before the woman was the vision of death that would no doubt be burned into her mind for the rest of her life. Houses burning down into ashen shambles as the smell of burning flesh lingered in the air. Bodies littered the streets with crows hovering over the corpses for their next meal while screams and shouting could be heard from various survivors and victims caught in the destruction.

Yet as much as the sight of her village horrified her, nothing frightened the woman most than that of the sharp claws hovering over her throat, threatening to pierce into her flesh any moment now. "I said," she felt a small prick as the nail of the stranger's index finger slowly scratched the surface of her skin, "Why do you not run? Why do you not beg..?"

Her breath hitched in her throat, gasping a little but she did her best to not flinch in the man's grasp. "I-I'm doomed to die either way, dying here by your hand would mean no differently..so I am prepared to die", she said, closing her eyes as she braced herself for her untimely end. Hearing a guttural sound coming from the man, the woman was spun around to face him and her fears only grew worse.

Yes, the attack on the village could have possibly be that of bandits or a lone man causing chaos but this was no man. No..it was a monster. Four muscular arms, two faces attached to his head, a second mouth on his lower abdomen...This man was a beast, no..he was a curse. The king of curses, the terror of the land, Ryomen Sukuna.

Seeing the dread on her face, Sukuna let out a satisfied chuckle as he roughly gripped onto her chin. "You mean to tell me you don't fear death, woman?"

"No, no I fear it. I'm frightened of the thought— but I'm dying anyway. I have only a year's worse of time left before this sickness claims me, so what's the difference if it's by your hand or not.." she spoke honestly from the heart, surprising the man before her only a tad bit as she looked down to the gravel below. No one had a cure for her illness, there was no hope at all for it, even a few doctors had told her to prepare a grave in advance just in case her death came sooner than expected. It would be unfortunate but she had made peace with knowing the end was near. And so, she waited once more for whatever gruesome fate Sukuna had for her...only to hear,

"No."

"What?" She questioned, looking back up at the man who towered over her. "This will not be the day you die."

That was the first moment she had encountered the king of curses, the moment he had spared her life. Why he did, she never understood, yet after that faithful encounter, Sukuna always found her. Perhaps he visited her only out of boredom and figured today would be the day he would kill the woman, but no, he never did.

To Sukuna, Y/N was a curious case. At first, she was a mere game to him to keep him entertained for a bit or to gain a meal or two but the more he visited her, the closer he grew to the woman. She would always ask the same question whenever she saw him,

"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama?" And she would always ask it with such a calm smile on her lips. It irritated him—no, annoyed him that she didn't fear the looming threat of death with each visit he made. What made it worse was how welcoming the girl was to him.

He came to learn things about Y/N. The first was that she was a firm believer in her worship. Even with the motor functions of her legs growing weaker and weaker by the day, the girl would try to make a daily trip to the local temple for prayer. Once, he caught her passed out on the steps to the temple and when questioning her on why she was so desperate to prey, the only answer he received was "It may seem stupid to you but I'm grateful for the life I have, even if it's so short. They've allowed air and life to see and hear and to be here with you..so paying my respects every day is just hope that maybe tomorrow, I get to see you again." And then she smiled to him. That same irritating damning smile...

It strung a place in his chest that he had not felt in a long time. A place he thought was long shriveled up and killed, yet she brought it out. He learned that she loved flowers. Coming to her home once to find her tending to her garden, looking surprised to see him only to greet him like always, cheerful dirt covered smile and all..."Welcome back, Sukuna-Sama. Is today the day?"

Eventually the garden withered away when Y/N couldn't even step through the front door. He saw how almost every day, she grew weaker and steadily weaker. Her beautiful skin slowly dulling away into a pale color, her hair once lush and fine as silk now fallen out and gone, her breaths slow and timid. But she always greeted him with that same way as always..

"Is today the day?"

"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama"

"S-sukuna..Sama..."

He hated it. He hated that some frail woman was able to make him feel such pathetic feelings. He hated the fact that he grew attached to her and now seeing her slowly become nothing but a husk as every sun sets was growing unbearable.

There were days to where Y/N's condition grew worse, to where when Sukuna arrived to see her, she couldn't remember who he was. Her coughing fits had her spew blood onto her hands and her body ached in pain so much. She was not long for this world and he knew it...he knew it.

"Sukuna-Sama...please, please..." He was above her as she laid in her bed, his hand cover her left one as her right palm caressed his cheek gently "is today..t-the day..?"

His heart felt like it was slowly being grounded up into bits as he started into her eyes. He wanted to say no, he wanted for her to stay just a bit longer in his embrace and yet that wasn't possible. Not in her state. Lifting her hand up to his lips, Sukuna stood up from her knee as a sigh escaped his lips.

"Yes..Today is the day, Y/N."

And there was that same smile as always. Weakly stretching across her cheeks with no malice or anger, not even a single trace of regret. "Oh good...Finally...." closing her eyes, Y/N prepared herself for the end yet again but now knowing this time it would surely come. As Sukuna's nails extended a bit, preparing to end the woman, he heard her last words and froze.

"Thank you, Sukuna-Sama...thank you for these little moments..."

He sat there for God knows how long, staring at her corpse laying there peacefully on the bed with a gaping hole in her chest. Blood dribbled down Y/N's now cold and chapped lips, the warmth in her body now gone as well as the life that once flowed through the empty shell of a body. Resting below his feet was a heart, her heart, no longer pumping fresh blood through her body but instead laying motionless on the wooden floor. She was gone.

She was finally gone and yet this feeling remained. This horrible feeling in his own heart. Those memories of her were constantly playing on loop, over and over again with the same words in his mind.

'Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama'.

He screamed out her name. He yelled it for all to hear, anguish filling his soul entirely as he uttered her name. He cursed her. He screamed out her name so many times and cursed her for placing him through such hell. He cursed her..for being the woman he loved. The woman he grew to love and yet she would never know. Perhaps he truly didnt mean those words, but hoped by cursing her, Y/N would return.

That she would awaken in his arms and give him that same smile he came to love. But no, it wouldn't have been that simple. She wasn't coming back..she wasn't coming back....

A thousand years have gone by and yet those little moments echoed in his mind. As he stood before the grave of his true love in the body of his vessel, he remember those words he said to him before she gave her last breath–

'Thank you..'

"No. I should've thanked you, Y/N. Rest well..."

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[A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. This is my first fanfic here on tumblr and well, I like it but I want more. I might make more following this concept of a lover of Sukuna, maybe even do little scenes that I wasnt able to add here in the fic.

I'm open for asks and requests of Characters from jjk like Sukuna, Gojou or Megumi to which I'll make a post about later. Feel free to Message me with any questions on it if you like or follow for an update down the line. Thank you guys and again and please like/reblog this. See you in the next fic -🍒]

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Better Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Seventeen:

"I should've worn it more," Bucky sighed, looking at his reflection while tugging at the itchy, purposely ugly sweater that Zayde Harold had knitted years ago.

Steve buttoned his simple long sleeve shirt, ignoring the dark purple-red stretchmark – his first – and reminded, "You're allergic to wool."

"Still," Bucky scratched his blunt nails over his broad shoulder, the sweater already getting to him. Moving onto style his hair, Bucky combed his tousled brown hair with glassy eyes.

Rubbing his back, Steve leaned closer. Pressing a kiss to the middle of his shoulder blades. Wrapping his arms around Bucky's trim waist as much as he could with his freshly turned twenty-two week bump. Trying to give his husband as much comfort as he could. Knowing that, while he mentally checked out at Flora's funeral, he wasn't going to do that this time.

Bringing one of Steve's hands up, Bucky kissed the palm and asked, "Can you get the boys ready?"

"Of course," Steve readily agreed. Standing on his tiptoes, he pressed a kiss to the back of Bucky's neck before moving away and leaving the bathroom.

Since Steve and Bucky were encouraging their children to be independent, they allowed the boys to dress themselves. All Steve had told them was that it had to be green. It was, after all, one of Zayde Harold's requests for his funeral: everyone wear green. Claiming that it was to wish him well and hope his next chapter – whatever it may be – was full of promise. And really, who was any of them to argue with what their loved one wanted?

Pausing in the boys' doorway, Steve doubted that Zayde Harold imagined his great-grandsons showing up in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles footie pajamas. Because while they were green, they seemed entirely inappropriate. Even if they were toddlers.

"Guys, you can't wear those," Steve informed, crossing the messy room to the closet.

"But papa," Oliver whined, theatrically throwing his head back and inevitably causing the attached hood with the thin purple eye mask to fall back.

"But nothing," Steve immediately started combing through their dress clothes. Realizing that (1.) his children had too much clothing that they hardly ever wore and (2.) why did they have so many different shades of the color blue?

Finding one holiday sweater and one button down that was possibly too small for either boy, Steve turned to face his sons. Finn was sitting in front of the tree shaped bookshelf with one of the soft cloth books in his lap and a plush Big Bird on his lap. Oliver on the other hand was explaining why he wanted to wear the pajamas.

"And they're cool," Oliver ended his statement, pleading.

"Well, I'm sorry sweetie, but we're going to a funeral. And you don't wear pajamas to a funeral," Steve held up the sweater and handed it to Oliver. Figuring it'd fit better than the dress shirt.

"But they're green," Oliver whined.

Inhaling deeply, Steve got down on his knees so he'd be eye-level with the five year old. Taking Oliver's hands in his, he kindly asked, "Are we big boys?"

When Oliver nodded, Steve nodded and continued, "And what don't big boys do?"

Sighing in his annoyance, Oliver finished, "Throw fits."

"Exactly," Steve leaned in, letting Ollie meet him the rest of the way as he rubbed his nose along Steve's. "Now, will you please put this on?"

"Okay," he rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly sighed before pulling down the zipper of the footie pajamas.

"Thank you," Steve moved over to Finn. Gesturing for the almost three year old to stand, Steve was glad when he did without making a fuss. Of course, that was how they usually worked. Easily balancing each other out.

As he helped Finn unzip and step out of the pajamas, a RIP! was heard and he immediately started looking over the button up shirt that he had helped Finn slide into. Only, it was from the other side of the room where Oliver said, "Uh oh."

Turning to face the tiny brunet, Steve asked, "What do you mean, 'uh oh?'"

"It ripped," Oliver's lower lip quivered as he stood there with the sweater only half on with one arm through the sleeve and the other one highlighting the new tear.

Clenching his jaw to stop his own tears from building in his eyes as he watched Oliver angrily wipe at his own face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement and glanced at the doorway. Finding Bucky standing there with furrowed brows, he silently questioned what was going on. Before Steve could tell him though, Oliver noticed him too and ran for him.

"It was an accident," Oliver insisted, crying harder now.

"It's okay," Bucky assured, lifting the five year old into his arms. Wiping his face, Bucky asked, "What happened?"

"Papa said no jammies," Oliver sniffled, "But they're green and zayde wanted green."

Helping Oliver remove the ripped sweater, Bucky just looked at the five year old for a moment. Then, he decided, "They can wear them."

Steve's brows arched high on his forehead as he considered his husband. Still holding the too-small button down, he questioned, "You sure?"

Nodding, Bucky confirmed, "Yeah. Zayde did get them for them, after all. He would've wanted this."

"If you're sure," Steve shrugged. Placing the shirt on Finn's bed, Steve helped the toddler back into his pajamas and zipped him back up. Fondly accepting the hug and slobbery kiss his son gave him. Smoothing down his unruly blond curls before moving to stand.

With some assistance from Bucky, Steve took the torn sweater from him and stood on his tiptoes to give him a fond kiss. Ruffling Oliver's messy brown hair on his way out of the room. Letting the little boy redress himself. Placing the small dress shirt in the diaper bag and putting the sweater in his craft room, so he could try and mend it later.

"Hey," Bucky softly called after him.

Pausing in the doorway of his craft room, Steve turned to look at his husband, "What's up?"

"It's okay if they wear their footies, right?" Bucky asked, genuinely checking in with Steve.

Cradling Bucky's face in his hands, Steve assured, "It's okay with me, if it's okay with you."

Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Bucky thought it over before nodding and leaning down to kiss Steve. Resting his forehead against Steve's, the pair just stood there for a moment. Steve's hands sliding around to the back of Bucky's neck. Stroking the soft brown hair there and seeking Bucky's emotion through the bond. Trying to comfort his spouse the best way he could. Even if that meant just holding him a little longer.

However, they couldn't stand there all day, not even if they wanted to. So, they shared one more kiss before getting the boys in their coats and heading out to the garage. Since Steve was still small enough to comfortably sit in the driver seat. Neither of them were prepared for another funeral, but as Steve held his hand out for Bucky, he was prepared to be there for his family. It was the least he could do.

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[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Sweater Weather

I enjoy the headcanon of Doofus Rick having a variety of sweaters. And after looking at stock photos, I was inspired to write this fic. Hope you guys like it.

In this fic Ricks sweater causes some conflict.

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In the great vastness of space, one could learn the true meaning of loneliness. For miles upon miles, floating upon nothing, you could say it was like sailing across the sea. Yet, unlike the salt or crashing waves of the ocean, you two would navigate across star systems or avoid asteroid fields, while at the same time enjoy the peace which comes from being somewhere uncongested. However, as fascinating as it was to go on intergalactic, space adventures, one of the things you didn't enjoy was the extreme temperature changes; most of the time, you'd stay in the ship or stay home if a planet's climate was too cold for your taste, but on this occasion, Rick needed an extra pair of hands when you two stopped on Mars after spending most of the day at the Jerryboree.

After Zeta-7 had traded a few items of his own to obtain what he came for at a reduced price, you two ran as fast as you could back towards the ship, but by the time the ship was out of the Martian orbit, you were chilled to the bone. Rubbing your arms, you shivered. "I wonder if I'll ever get used to this."

Your breath came out like a cloud of smoke and the cold that had seemed mild at first had numbed your face and extremities. Rick turned up the heat, as well as turned on the seat warmers and offered you a freeze-dried Phytonian branch worm, but you passed on the offer. You knew it would have warned you up straight away, but the last time you tried one of those things, you had a stomach ache for three days. Concerned, he placed the ship on autopilot and did his best to search around in the back seat for anything you could use to warm up, but then as though it struck him on the head he groaned. "Darn it, I-I forgot that I removed the spare blanket to wash it."

"Where is it now?"

"I-I left it in the dryer."

You thought of telling him that it wasn't his fault he forgot it since you had distracted him this morning with a video about ninja cats, but it wouldn't have helped the situation. "Ricky," you tried to ease him with a weak smile but your teeth chattered. "it's not a big deal. Besides, we're not that far from home."

However, he wasn't convinced. You weren't as experienced when it came to space travel, but you knew well enough of the possible dangers associated with extreme body temperature shifts. The chill you had spread deep into your bones until you thought you'd rattle if shaken; a lick of fear traveling down your spine but otherwise you didn't feel too bad. Nonetheless, Rick was concerned for your well-being, and knowing you two were hundreds of thousands of miles away from your dimension's version of Earth, he made a decisive decision and started removing articles of his own clothing. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

With a blush, he handed you not only his knitted Jerry sweater but also his labcoat; leaving him in a thin t-shirt which had a snoopy patch on the right shoulder; how cute. "I hope it'll s-suffice until we get home."

"But what about you? What are you going to wear?"

Flashing you a stern look which left little room for argument, you slipped on his sweater and lab coat, and was delighted to feel a little more like yourself and relaxed by its scent; it was his essence; that of vanilla, of his home, and something you couldn't quite think of; chemicals perhaps. "Hmm, your clothes are a lot more comfortable than I expected them to be. How um…..how do I look?"

Turning down the lights and switching back to manual, he nodded. "It suits you m-mi corazón."

You admired its softness and passed your hand over the tight, twisted knit. It was a lovely shade of light sage green, and had a picture of a smiling Jerry holding a titanic ship model; you thought it was sweet that it was a picture of his friend. So many things this man-made or owned had a purpose or a story; this piece was most likely made to brighten up the day that the Jerrys in his care were having. Your Rick really was a good man; better yet because he saw the value in regular folk who probably didn't see it in themselves. "I like your clothes, Rick," you commented; your heart warmed by his goodness. "they seem to carry bits of you in them."

"Th-that could be said about any piece of clothing that's been worn. They carry bits of our DNA." he stated matter of factly.

"Eh….that's... I mean I get that, but that's not where I was going with this. I meant that they're soft and warm like you Ricky. You enjoy dressing comfortably, don't you? You own a variety of sweaters."

"Wh-who doesn't? I've sort of been dressing th-the same way for the last twenty or so years but when I met you, I had more opportunities to dress up. However, the older I get, the more often I'm in need of something a-a bit warmer and gentler on my skin. Actually, some of my clothes are locked to my particular genetic signature so that they'll or adjust according to the weather or climate. That way, I'll have less t-to carry on certain excursions."

"Incredible, that'll certainly come in handy, but can I ask you something?"

"Y-yes?"

"I know you're focused on driving," you started, wondering if your assumptions were correct. "but is there a reason why you haven't looked me in the eyes since we left Mars, or am I just thinking too much?"

He visibly stiffened, but he still didn't face you. Rick seemed troubled, for he tightened his grip on the wheel. Maybe this hadn't been the best time to ask, but what else could you have done? If you didn't ask, how else would you have known? Still, if you had waited, you would've noticed the red light blinking on the control panel sooner. It was a caution light, but you weren't so concerned, but you should've been.

Rick had opened his mouth to answer, with a faraway look in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye he made a sharp left turn around some space junk; jostling you two as well as the cargo. That was another thing you hated about space was Earth's contribution to its pollution. Unknowingly, you two had deviated from the usual course by a few miles, leading you two into a dangerous situation. Whether it was the fault of his navigation equipment or his lack of focus you didn't know, but it took a couple of minutes of evading space junk before you two could breathe a sigh of relief. And at the first opportunity, he switched the ship back to autopilot. "I'm s-sorry about that. I'm usually a better driver." he started, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced out the window in search of an answer in the emptiness of space. You couldn't see anything except for a few stars and the Earth straight ahead, but you had a feeling that where he was looking was somewhere you couldn't see. When he was ready, he turned around in his seat to glance at you, but then quickly turned back to face the steering wheel. How odd. "T-t-to answer your question," he stammered. "y-you're not thinking too much. I've just been distracted."

"Oh, okay."

"Are y-you alright? Nothing hurts does it?"

"I mean, other than feeling wide awake now, no harm was done I guess, but what happened? It isn't like you to let your mind wander while we're out here. Rick, would you like me to take over the wheel so you can straighten out your thoughts?"

"No, it's not - I can do it. I got this."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm, as long as I-I focus on the wheel."

He hadn't really answered your original question, but since you guys nearly avoided death, it probably wasn't a good time.

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He parked the ship in his garage, and since it wasn't that late, you two walked over to your home. Rick hadn't said much since earlier, but you figured he'd let you know what was bothering him later. As soon as you crossed the threshold of your home, you started a pot of coffee for Rick to drink when it was ready. Then, you got a blanket from the closet and offered it to him just in case he was cold, but he didn't care for one. He was still in a mood, and you wondered if the reason you'd upset him was that you were still wearing his sweater. "You probably want this back right?"

Slipping out of his sweater and labcoat, you felt the temperature difference immediately and took up the blanket you had taken out and wrapped it around yourself. "Thanks for letting me borrow them. I'll be sure to pack something with me next time."

"I'm n-not sure if that's such a-a good idea." he said with seriousness.

"What do you mean?"

The lines around his eyes deepened, as well as the creases of his forehead, and there was a pensive cloudiness of his usually electric blues. Frustrated, he bit down on his lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. "B-because it's distracting."

"What?"

He continued. "I-I should've brought you home first or gotten the parts a different time."

"But I thought you wanted help." you sniffled.

"Y-you don't understand."

"What's there to understand?" you retorted; sinking into the couch as tears stung the back of your eyes, and threatened to come out. "You...you don't want me to help you anymore? I thought we were a team."

Your saddened state shifted his sour mood, and he apologized. "Gosh, please don't cry mi corazón, I-I didn't mean it."

"But you sai-"

"I'm not upset at you," he reassured you. "I'm disappointed in myself for allowing this to happen. I've become complacent and I-I should've been prepared. You could've gotten sick, hurt, or worse just because I got distracted. Next time I'll bring you your own sweater and snacks or whatever you want."

"Is it because you don't want me wearing yours? Did I ruin it or something?"

"No, it's because," he swallowed, unsure how to broach the subject. "cuando lo usas, es… es apretado."

What? You understood the part where he said you used it, but not the rest. Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you asked Google what all of that just meant, but the answer you got didn't help. "Rick, should I be offended?"

"I-I hope not. I promise it's not what you're thinking."

"Then what is it? I'm not getting any clear answers here."

"I um - I'm sorry if I offended you. It's not what I intended to do. I know what I'm about t-to tell you sounds silly since I had hoped I'd outgrow this, but I still feel shy around you."

This much you did know. He was overly conscious of himself, his actions, and how he might disappoint or be lacking, but most of all was hateful of his own inadequacies. Yet, for where he found fault, you found virtue and you would remind him of that, but in this case, you simply needed to listen. "That's okay, I already knew that."

"I don't feel like that all the time, but today I got embarrassed all of a sudden. I-I don't know what happened. Y-you were wearing my clothes and I saw your silhouette in the starlight and I got nervous."

Huh? That's what was bothering him?

"Why?"

"It um - it made me wonder what it'd be like if we lived together and…oh, it's embarrassing."

The hand which he had resting on the couch gripped the fabric tightly, and he was mortified because he had been distracted by you; which under normal circumstances he'd be able to remain calm. Covering his hand with yours, you gave him a squeeze."No, I would like to hear what you were thinking about very much."

Lacing his fingers with yours, you two sat there for a matter of minutes as he gathered his thoughts together. When he calmed a little, he confessed. "I thought about what it'd be like t-to wake up right next t-to you and not be alone anymore. I-I think about it a lot."

"Oh." That hadn't been what you expected. However, was it really so strange? He had intended to propose months ago, but ever since the moment had been spoiled he hadn't attempted to try again; if it had gone well, you two might've been married by now. Though, who was to say he didn't dream of it? Of what he'd always wanted, of a family or of the life in which he needed? Perhaps gentle encouragement wouldn't hurt.

"You know," you responded with a serious, but gentle candor. "you're not the only one who thinks about us living together. I'm very happy here and I love what we do together. And although we've had times where we respected one another's space, I don't mind if that changes. However, there are things that aren't so simple. For example, if I would've known that I could borrow your clothes whenever I liked I would've done so more often. Though, only if you hadn't been concerned about me getting accidentally poisoned by chemicals or radiation. Remember that time you literally fought with the laundry?"

"I do remember," he answered wistfully. "it's what prompted me t-to teach you how to use the freeze ray and laser gun correctly."

"I think the longer we're together, the more our lives will intertwine. Meaning, the more we move forward, the more training I'm going to need to fit into this lifestyle of ours. I think I'm going to need a portable scanner that'll allow me to check your clothes before I think of putting them on."

With serious, but tender eyes, he studied you. Then, he picked up his sweater which sat between you two and wondered. "Y-you want to wear my clothes? A great deal of them have seen better days. Are y-you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," you brightened. "because I love the way your clothes smell. If you were away, it'd make me think of you and it...I don't know, makes us seem more domestic. Is that along the lines of what you were thinking?"

"Y-yeah."

"Cool. Glad to know we're on the same page."

Relieved, he pressed a kiss to your temple and seemed ready for that cup of coffee. And as you stood, ready to head to the kitchen to prepare it for him, you mentioned. "And by the way, I gotta tell you something important."

"Gee, what is that?"

Striking a pose, you made him chuckle; that was a good sign. "That it's totally cool to be into me and check me out. I don't mind, and it makes me happy that I know what it takes to catch your eye. However, there's an exception: when we're driving around in space, where anything could kill us, we gotta keep our eyes on the space around us unless on autopilot. Only then," you winked. "might it be okay to be a little distracted."

Fin

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Villain

Warnings: cursing, arguing, sympathetic deceit, unhappy ending

Pairings: Platonic Anxceit, platonic LAMP

Genre: Pure Angst

Summary: Virgil creates a villain of his friend.

Taglist: @stardustedsweaterlover @the-magicalpotato @eliz1325

Note: This is the longest fic I've ever written at 1456 words holy fuck.

Deceit paced the commons of the subconscious, twirling a hat around his pale finger. He wore the same outfit he always did; a dark green t-shirt that was a size too big and baggy blue jeans that covered most of his black sneakers.

Anxiety should've been back by now.

Deceit's one and only friend, Anxiety, had recently been spending more and more time with- with them. The "Light" Sides, as they'd been called. Yet no matter how much time he'd been spending, he'd always be back by 6 p.m. on the dot.

It was 6:30.

Where was he?

Deceit was getting increasingly worried. Sure, a few minutes past six would've been odd, but not a cause for concern. A half hour was a different story.

He scratched absently at the scales on his arm and left hand, trying to think rationally about this.

When Anxiety finally returned, he was snickering slightly with a wide grin on his face, a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie in hand.

Deceit stopped in his tracks.

"Anxiety!" He exclaimed, shoulders slumping in relief. The dark side in question looked up from the cookie in hand, eyes landing on the shorter one.

"Hey Dee, what's up?" He smiled and Deceit allowed himself to relax further, moving forward and  hugging Anxiety's torso tightly.

"I was scared." Deceit whispered. He had a bad habit of saying the truth and only the truth, whether it was a good idea or not. Lying made him uncomfortable and feel sick to his stomach.

"What? Why?" Anxiety moved away from the hug with a concerned look.

"You were gone for way longer than usual! 30 minutes, Anx!" Deceit exclaimed. Anxiety rolled his eyes slightly.

"30 minutes isn't that long. I was-"

"-with the light sides." Deceit interrupted, frowning and moving away. "Like always. You spend way too much time with them, Anx."

"You're not my mom or dad, Dee,"  Anxiety scowled, "you can't control where I go, who I'm with, or how much time I spend with them." He was getting fed up with Deceit's constant questioning of where he was and how long he'd be there.

"I know, but you never spend time with me anymore." Deceit frowned. He was trying not to seem selfish, clingy or possessive, but Anxiety was his only friend.

"Yeah, I do. Stop smothering me. I like hanging out with the light sides." Anxiety defended, raising his voice a little.

"Then why don't you just go hang out with the light sides 24/7?" Deceit scowled, also raising his voice. Anxiety was full on glaring down at Deceit, gaze cold. Over the past few weeks, their friendship has been strained, but Deceit never expected what happened in the next few moments to transpire before of that.

"You know what? Maybe I will. They can't be any worse than you." Anxiety spat, turning on his heel. Deceit's mismatched eyes widened and he grabbed the other side's wrist.

"A-Anxiety, wait..." the scaly side stuttered. "They think we're villains, remember? They'll never accept you!" he wasn't sneering it. Instead, it seemed to come out rushed and frantically, as if he were terrified.

"You're right. But at least most villains don't naturally look the part." Anxiety spat, pulling his arm away and stalking off angrily.

"A-Anx..." Deceit pulled his hand away and held it, scratching lightly at the patch of scales there as Anxiety left The Subconscious.

He stood there for a moment, then slowly turned and sulked to his small room.

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Five years.

Deceit waited five fucking years.

But Anxiety hadn't come back, no, not even stopped by.

So Deceit decided he'd have to come to him.

Ditching his usual outfit, Deceit recalled the last few words they'd said to each other.

If Virgil thought he looked like a villain then...well, he was in for a surprise.

Deceit grinned, showing off the fangs that had grown over the years.

Deception Sanders stepped out of The Subconscious. A small gasp was pulled from him at the immediate warmth, a significant difference from the cold, darkness of The Subconscious. He shrugged it off and fixing his gloves.

Deceit messed with his cape as he confidently strolled into the light side commons, where Creativity and Morality were watching Steven Universe on the floor. Logic was on the couch reading a book next to-

Deceit's breath silently caught in his throat for a moment.

Anxiety was sitting next to them all, playing on his phone. Instead of his plain black outfit, he had a much more colorful one. Shades of purple and even some gray decorated the black hoodie. Along with his change of color scheme, Anxiety looked so much more relaxed and...happy than he had in The Subconscious.

All the "light" sides looked up at the click of heeled shoes on the floor and Anxiety nearly dropped his phone. Creativity stood immediately, drawing his Katana and pointing it at Deceit.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he demanded. Deceit merely smiled coyly, arms behind his back.

"Dee..." Anxiety whispered. Deceit narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not sorry to disappoint, but that is very correct, Anxiety." Deceit took his hat off and gave a bow, his cold gaze never wavering. "I am not Deceit." Creativity looked confused. He lowered his sword slightly, looking over at Anxiety.

"Virgil? You know this...this person?" Deceit clenched his fists as he stood up straight, putting his hat back on. Virgil? Was that what he called himself now?

"Well... I'm not so sure." Anxiety admitted, frowning over at Deceit. Deceit smiled dryly.

"Aw, I'm not hurt. You told them about me, Anx?" he asked mockingly, despite the sting he felt at that realization. Anxiety seemed uncomfortable.

Good.

Deceit's old friend looked away. The snake faced side narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong, Virgil?" The name tasted foreign and bittersweet on his tongue, but Deceit ignored it the same way he ignored the sickening feeling he got every time he lied. "Not like what you found? You look comfortable."

"Kiddos, how about we all calm down?" Morality spoke nervously as Creativity raised the sword again, pressing the sharp tip against Deceit's chest.

"I agree with Patton," Logic nodded, "we should all calm down and talk things out. Roman, put the sword down."

Ugh. They all had names.

What? No, Deceit wasn't jealous.

"But- Logan!"  Creativity exclaimed, pushing the sword harder against his chest. Deceit fought back a wince, instead snarling at the side.

"L, Pat, I know this guy." Anxiety squinted at Deceit. "Princey, get him out of here." he ordered. Deceit felt anger bubble in his chest but ignored it.

"Now, kiddo-" Morality tried, but Deceit dismissively waved his hand. Instantly, Morality unwillingly slapped a hand over his mouth. Anxiety's eyes went wide, along with the others.

Deceit grinned. Of course even Anxiety would be surprised by that, he had never been able to do that before. Morality was panicking, trying to speak.

"Now that I don't have your attention again, I wouldn't like to let you know that I," Deceit sweeped his mismatched eyes over the four light sides, "that I will not leave of my own accord."

"Okay..." Anxiety said quietly, eyes never leaving Deceit's hands. The dark side smirked.

"If you'd ever like to hear Morality speak again, I suggest not putting the Katana down." Deceit threatened coldly. Creativity hesitated.

"...fine." he gave in, lowering and sheathing the sword. "Now, let him speak, you fiend." Deceit's grin was dangerous and he was pretty sure his yellow eye was glowing.

"Well, I will not see you all again soon," Deceit announced as he pressed his fingertips together, "especially not you, Anxiety."

"Hey-" Creativity started but Logic quieted him. Anxiety just glowered at the lying side.

"Farewell." Deceit said finally. With that, he turned on his heel, cape flaring up behind him, and strolled back to The Subconscious. Halfway down the hall, he waved his hand so Morality would be able to speak.

He paused, looking at a door that appeared next to him in the hall. It was gray with a 'D' on it, so Deceit assumed that it was his. Keeping up his confident facade even though no one was watching, he opened the door and walked inside like he owned the place.

Deceit shut the door behind him, letting his shoulders slump and his smooth act to crumble. He closed his eyes, choosing to ignore the sounds of jokes and laughter coming from the commons nearby. Then, he opened them again and his expression hardened.

If Anxiety was going to act like he did nothing wrong, like he was a hero, like Deceit was the problem...

Well, every hero needed a villain.

Part 2

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

@not-just-any-fangirl you know I know for who? I might not. I'm horrible at guessing. Is it nalu? Did I guess right?😉

Offer me- one character giving another a gift

Lucy paused at the door, her fingers barely skimming the cold handle to her apartment. Her eyes were pulled down to slits, as they have been for the past few days and now she had a sneaking suspicion that they'd stay that way for quite some time, glaring at anyone who crossed her path. Not that she really had a problem with it. That plus her newly pierced ears meant that'd she'd be twinning with Gajeel.

But fuck, she was tired.

When she wasn't working, she was studying. When Lucy wasn't studying she was working. The papers in the bag strapped to her shoulder were an uncomfortable weight - unorganized, crumpled and always tauntingly reminding her of the next thing she should be doing. It was only by the grace of God that nothing went missing yet,or the will of the devil. Lucy hadn't decided to be honest.

She blew out a frustrated breath, causing the few hair strands that'd slipped free of her ponytail to tickle her nose. The days were starting to blend together. What was it, Tuesday? Thursday? Some other day that started with a 'T'? Lucy wasn't sure, all she knew was that whatever today was, was cut a few hours short by Natsu who'd only sent a simple text saying 'come home. Surprise waiting :D'

Now that could mean anything. Nothing bad of course, but occasionally it could be something with good intentions gone a little bad. Either way Lucy was glad for it, she hadn't seen much of him these past few days. Between her hectic schedule and his late hours they mostly saw each other briefly in the mornings.

Plus her boss was starting to get to her, and she was this close to decking him in the face.

Speaking of her boyfriend, Lucy dropped her hand fully on the handle turning it all the way when her ears picked up on soft shuffling just beyond the door. Mechanically it swung open and she was met with the lovely sight of Natsu's ass, him being half bent over trying and grab at Happy who was winding through his legs.

He dodged through his legs with a smug meow and raced over to Lucy, purring happily as Natsu looked after him with a pout, hair falling into his eyes. But it quickly disappeared when his eyes met hers.

She clicked the door shut. "Love the surprise." Lucy said dryly, stooping slightly to scratch Happy. "When can I play with it?"

"Sooner than later, if you play nice." He responded cheekily, straightening to his full height. Natsu sauntered over to her with an amused grin, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "Welcome home."

He absently toyed with the strands near her cheek before gently tugging the bag off her shoulder, holding it to the side with a look of playful disgust, like it radiated some sort of evil.

"You look like you had loads of fun today." Natsu teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his side. Natsu played with the hem of her shirt, walking her further inside. "Glad I planned the surprise for today."

"And what sort of surprise are we talking here, oh my god-"

She should've seen it, they'd only walked about 3 steps in though Lucy supposes she could blame her squinty eyes for poor vision at the moment. But the living room, the living room.

Blankets as far as the eye could see littered the floor and draped over every surface, the sofa was absolutely nowhere to be seen under the mountain of soft comforts. Honestly Lucy didn't even think that they owned this many blankets, or cushions to completely transform the room into a trip safe zone.

Though some of them looked suspiciously new Lucy noted as Natsu settled her down, tossing her bag to the side. "Natsu what the hell." She deadpanned, sinking into the softness.

"Wait! Hold that thought!" He ducked away around the corner and raced back before she could even blink properly. One arm held a precarious pile of snack that looked ready to topple over any moment and the other had his laptop, whirring softly as it booted up.

" I got snacks to hold you over until dinner's all warmed up. I went down to your favourite Indian place to get you curry. And I spent the whole day stealing movies off the internet for us to watch. I got all the hobbits, civil war, zootopia and your favourite disney princesses." Natsu plopped down next to her, letting the bags of chips fall haphazardly around them as he set the laptop properly down.

"I didn't really know what you'd want to drink so I got rum, soda, apple juice and water. The choice is yours." He finished explaining with a shrug, grabbing the bag of lays by his thigh and popping it open.

"Natsu this is real nice and all but why?" Lucy asked in confusion.

"For you to relax Lucy. Duh." Natsu said pointedly. "You've been pushing yourself way too hard with everything so I figured I should give you a break."

"I-"

"And before you try to make an excuse, when was the last time you slept a full night? " Lucy's mouth snapped shut. She couldn't remember.

Natsu hummed. "And the last time you did something other than what's been written down in your bag?" She couldn't remember that either.

"Ate the last time you ate something? " A-ha! There something she remembers!

Today was Thursday right? "Wednesday! " Lucy said confidently with a smile. Natsu shot her an incredulous look, a look not often sent her way but she knew it well enough, a pierced brow raised high.

"It's Friday Luce." He said flatly."That was 2 days ago." Oh so that's what day it was.

"We've both been doing a lot lately and we both need to slow it down a bit, but it looks like you need it more than I do. Not meaning to be rude but you look ready to drop any moment. And between you and be...."

He motioned for her to come closer and Lucy leaned in to hear his whisper. "The dark circles under your eyes are getting bigger and that's no good Luce."

He narrowly missed the suspiciously new looking cushion she threw at him with a giggle, tossing aside the chip bag. He ducked under her outstretched arm and wrapped his arms round her middle, pulling her down with a squeak. He rolled them over, shuffling Lucy to rest on top of him and she fisted his shirt with a pout.

"Ok maybe I shouldn't have said that part but you get what I mean. You need this, and even if you don't want too," his arms tightened on her, " I'll keep you here and force you to relax."

Natsu paused." Ok well I wouldn't really force, just bargain a lot..." He murmured.

Lucy pet out a resigned sigh, dropping herself on his chest. She couldn't even think of a lie or any sort of excuses for him to hear. She wanted this, to stop for a bit and ignore what she had to do. It was only fair to herself. And it was Friday, the day she's supposed to take it easy.

"You won't have to force. I'll relax. But don't get mad at me if I fall asleep on you."

"I'll be glad that you did." Natsu rumbled. She could hear the smile in his voice. Lucy inhaled deeply,eyes pulled to a close and sinking further into his warmth. He was right. She did need this.

Lucy inhaled again, and her eyes snapped open. "Natsu, the curry." She whispered in horror.

"Shit."

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Hello ^^ Is it cool if I request Todoroki's s/o being jealous of Momo? Like she finds them in a compromising/suggestive/completely accidental situation and she just like... leaves? She's d o n e. Because she's constantly hearing how those two should've ended up together? Angst that ends up with fluff! Thank you very very much!:3

Dear God, someone stop me because my immense love for Todoroki makes my writing go out of control XD. Another Todoroki imagine that ended up much longer than it should have.

Slight spoilers for the End-of-Term Test Arc of the manga.

TODOROKI:

You loved Todoroki, you really did. But you couldn��t help but feel insecure sometimes. He was strong, smart, and attractive, which made him very popular, especially among the female population. You adored him, but you weren’t sure if you were actually worthy of being called his girlfriend. You weren’t terrible, but you didn’t think you were particularly pretty or smart. Not like… like her.

Yaoyorozu was a dear friend of yours, and you cared about her deeply. She was serious but unimaginably kind and was always willing to help you. She was part of the reason you and Todoroki had gotten together in the first place! The second you told her of your feelings for him, she had immediately done everything in her power to help you two, and you were so incredibly grateful to her for that, but… you just couldn’t stop the terrible feelings that arose within you when you saw her with Todoroki.

They just seemed destined to be together! They sat next to each other in class, and they were always paired together for training exercises. You also knew that Todoroki had been the one to vote for her when the class was deciding who would be class rep. They held each other in such high esteem that you weren’t sure how you could possibly compare.

When you went out with some of your classmates, you could always feel the stares, hear the whispers. Strangers would see Todoroki and Yaoyorozu walking side-by-side and talk about what a beautiful couple they made. And when you looked at them, you could see it too. Their gorgeous features, long legs, and confident posture made quite the picture and never failed to make you feel unsuitable.

The words of your classmates didn’t help either. They never said anything to you directly, but you knew what they said when they thought you weren’t listening.

“Yaoyorozu and Todoroki look good together, don’t they?”

“Don’t say that! You know Todoroki-kun is dating (Y/N)-chan!”

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It’s just that sometimes it looks like Yaoyorozu and Todoroki are the ones dating instead of Todoroki and (L/N).”

You know they didn’t mean any harm, but it still hurt.

You discreetly glanced over while talking with Mina. Even now, the two were standing in the back of the class, chatting with each other. You bit your lip in an attempt to quell the jealousy that was threatening to overwhelm you.

In the midst of their conversation, Yaoyorozu was using her hands to emphasize her words and took a slight step back. She didn’t notice the desk was so close behind her, and her ankle rammed into its leg, causing her to fall back. With his quick reflexes, Todoroki reached out to stop her and her hands instinctively gripped onto his shirt, but it was far too late, and the two went crashing down.

The entire class turned at the sudden noise and eyes widened at the sight. Todoroki had fallen on top of Yaoyorozu, his hand cradling the back of her head to protect her from injury. Their chests were pressed against each other, their long legs tangled together, and their faces were mere centimeters apart.

Catcalls and laughter filled the room.

“Way to go, Yao-momo! You’ve really got Todoroki falling for you!” Kaminari cheered, laughing hysterically.

Sero joined in with a grin. “The two recommended students of Class 1-A, not bad. Quite the power couple.”

You couldn’t take it any more. You stood abruptly, making your chair clatter loudly onto the ground and causing everyone to go silent. With tears welling up in your eyes, you bolted to the door, sliding it open and running out.

“(Y/N)!” Todoroki called out as he lifted himself up. He held out a hand to help Yaoyorozu up as well, quickly asking if she was alright. She glanced worriedly at the doorway you had just left through and after she nodded, Todoroki began to chase after you, making sure to throw a withering glare at Sero and Kaminari on the way out.

The door slammed shut harshly and silence fell over the room once again. Jirou stomped up behind Sero and Kaminari to whack them both upside the heads. “Idiots!”

You were having trouble breathing, violent sobs racking your body as you ran. Finally, you reached your destination and threw the door open to step out onto the rooftop. Sometimes you liked to come up here with Todoroki to get a breath of fresh air. Other times you came up alone when you were stressed or needed to clear your head. You sat down, leaning your back against the fence that surrounded the roof. You pulled your knees up, burying your face in them as you wailed, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

You weren’t good enough for him. You knew it. Hell, everyone knew it! But that certainly didn’t make it hurt any less.

The door slammed open, and you jolted your head up to find heterochromatic eyes staring back at you. You scrambled to get up and began to flee once more, but a warm hand caught your wrist and you were spun around, running into Todoroki’s chest. You used your free hand to try to push him away, but he grabbed that one as well, his grip tightening as you struggled against him.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), stop! Tell me what’s wrong!”

“Let me go!”

“No, not until you tell me. We’re dating, aren’t we? If something is making you upset, we need to talk about it. That’s how a relationship works!”

“Well, maybe you should be dating Momo-chan then!”

Surprise and a bit of hurt flashed through his eyes. “What? Why would you even say something like that?”

Guilt filled you when you saw that you had caused him pain. “Because…! Because everyone thinks you should be dating her instead!” you yelled, breaking down.

“What are you talking about?”

“Our classmates, random people on the street, they all think that Momo-chan suits you better! That you two would be just perfect for each other! You’re both strong and beautiful, and I’m just…” Another sob left your lips. “…not… I’m not good enough for you. I’m no-mph!”

Todoroki pulled you close, hands gripping tightly onto your wrists and pressed his lips against yours. You were surprised. He was not one for PDA and kisses were fairly rare, always done strictly in private, and even then, not very often. Your struggling died down, but your tears didn’t stop. When he deemed that you wouldn’t run away, he released your wrists and laid one hand on your back and the other behind your head to deepen the kiss, pressing against you as close as he possibly could. Finally, when you two were growing desperate for air, he pulled back from the kiss, doing so slowly as if he was cherishing every moment that he was touching you. He still remained close to you and kept his arms around you, staring seriously into your eyes. “It’s not Yaoyorozu. It’s never been Yaoyorozu. It’s always you.”

“Shouto…”

He shook his head. “No, you need to let me talk.” You swallowed the words you had been about to say and nodded. He took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s always been you,” he repeated softly. “No one else. I didn’t choose to go out with you on some whim; I chose you because I thought that you were someone that I wanted to have by my side. Who cares what our classmates think, who cares what anyone else thinks?! This is between us. I know I’m not good at being upfront about my emotions or knowing how others are feeling, and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for not realizing what you were going through. But you need to tell me these things. Don’t just bottle it inside and hide it away because I know firsthand that it doesn’t make anything better.” You bit your lip, aware of just how painful his childhood was and how he never had anyone he could open up to. He moved his hand to cup your cheek, thumb swiping at the trail that your tears had left. “(Y/N)… I love you.”

Those words hit you hard. It wasn’t the first time you two had said it to each other. You’ve said it before in sweet tones or with playful laughter, but the seriousness of how he said it just now shook you and you began to cry again. You threw your arms around his neck. “I love you too! I do! I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” And you leaned up to kiss him once more, heart becoming lighter and lighter by the second.

A class period passed and the door to Class 1-A slid open, and everyone held their breath. They then let out a sigh of immense relief when the two of you stepped in together, hands entwined. Yaoyorozu ran up to you, expression showing concern and guilt.

“(Y/N)-san! I’m truly sorry! I really wasn’t trying t-” You lifted a hand to stop her, smiling at her.

“No, I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have nothing to apologize for, Momo-chan.” She put a hand over her heart in relief and took a step forward to wrap her arms around you in a hug which you returned happily. When the two of you separated, Jirou and Mina shoved Sero and Kaminari to the front.

“I-uh…” Kaminari scratched the back of his head, glancing guiltily at your red eyes. “Look, (L/N), we’re sorry. We really didn’t mean it. We were just messing around.”

You shook your head. “I told you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“We still feel bad though. But really, you shouldn’t be upset. We joke around a lot about Todoroki and Yaoyorozu since they’re the two recommended students and always end up partners in exercises. But we all know that you’re the one for him.” Sero grinned, jabbing a thumb in Todoroki’s direction. “No one else can make Todoroki smile like that in public after all.”

You turned to your boyfriend, finding a soft smile curving his lips before he quickly returned to his neutral expression at Sero’s words. He sighed, taking your hand again and bringing you over to your desk. He sneaked a kiss on the back of your hand in a way no one could see it, giving you another small smile before returning to his own seat.

You blushed at his actions then turned to face forward when the teacher entered to begin class. You opened your textbook, gripping the sides tightly as you tried to keep from grinning. Todoroki really was the sweetest boyfriend ever.