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STOP PUTTING YOUR OC UNDER “X READER”!!!!! I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR STINKY LOVE STORY, *I* WANT TO BE THE LOVE STORY!!!!
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
I physically repulse whenever I get a notification of someone liking a fanfic I wrote, that I personally think is absolute dog shit. Like please dont think that’s how I write, please don’t think that’s the best I can do, literally read anything else at this point I beg you
Haibara x reader
-x-x-x-x-x-x-
‘If you send your wishes with the wind, I’ll hear them no matter how far apart we are’
“Ah! (Y/n)!! (Y/N)!!!!”
you barely had time to reply before he started screaming like you were deaf.
“Oh my goodness haibara do you want me to go deaf?” You laughed, he never meant harm, but he still looked so guilty at the idea of hurting your eardrums. “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know if you heard me, so I thought ‘what’s the harm in repeating?’ But then you still didn’t reply so I started getting louder but I swear I-”
You kissed him. You hadn’t been dating for long, about a month, but it was enough for him to make you as happy as you could be.
When you pulled back you were greeted by a very flushed Haibara, was he ever gonna get used to it? “O- oh okay yeah I got the hint..” you giggled, he was so sweet, here’s hoping hanging out around geto and gojo wouldn’t corrupt him.
He stared at you in complete silence, his eyes looked like the sun got its light directly from them, “sooo, what did you wanna tell me?”
He looked confused, contemplated for a little, and then.. “right! Almost forgot! I’m going overseas for a mission with Nanami!”
Wow yeah so that’s not at all what you wanted to hear, “overseas?? How long?? Where?? Just you and nanami??” He giggled, “I knew you’d react like this, but no worries okay! Nanami is reliable, and this is my chance to prove myself to my senpais!”
It felt wrong, even after his reassurance it still felt wrong, waving bye at the airport felt wrong.
Gojo saying “don’t worryyy, Nanami would never goof off on a mission!” Didn’t make it better.
You remember what he told at the airport, ‘if you send your wishes with the wind, I’ll hear them no matter how far apart we are!’
You went out of your way to find a peaceful corner on school grounds, knelt down and begin wishing.
‘Please come back safely’
‘We’ll watch that movie you wanted to watch’
‘We’ll go to that amusement park you love, and I’ll go with on the ride I can’t stand’
‘We can watch gojo bug nanami relentlessly’
‘Then laugh geto making fun of gojo in return’
‘We’ll-’
“(Y/n)?”
You jumped a little and turned around, “oh principal yaga, you scared me! Is everything alright? Any news haibara?”
He looked somber, news about haibara was never meant to be somber.
“That’s actually what I came to talk to you about..”
“(Y/n), please follow me to the morgue, there’s something you need to see.”
Author notes-
Finished this before heading into work on my phone, not proofread and filled with my own despair
Haibara x reader
-x-x-x-x-x-x-
‘If you send your wishes with the wind, I’ll hear them no matter how far apart we are’
“Ah! (Y/n)!! (Y/N)!!!!”
you barely had time to reply before he started screaming like you were deaf.
“Oh my goodness haibara do you want me to go deaf?” You laughed, he never meant harm, but he still looked so guilty at the idea of hurting your eardrums. “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know if you heard me, so I thought ‘what’s the harm in repeating?’ But then you still didn’t reply so I started getting louder but I swear I-”
You kissed him. You hadn’t been dating for long, about a month, but it was enough for him to make you as happy as you could be.
When you pulled back you were greeted by a very flushed Haibara, was he ever gonna get used to it? “O- oh okay yeah I got the hint..” you giggled, he was so sweet, here’s hoping hanging out around geto and gojo wouldn’t corrupt him.
He stared at you in complete silence, his eyes looked like the sun got its light directly from them, “sooo, what did you wanna tell me?”
He looked confused, contemplated for a little, and then.. “right! Almost forgot! I’m going overseas for a mission with Nanami!”
Wow yeah so that’s not at all what you wanted to hear, “overseas?? How long?? Where?? Just you and nanami??” He giggled, “I knew you’d react like this, but no worries okay! Nanami is reliable, and this is my chance to prove myself to my senpais!”
It felt wrong, even after his reassurance it still felt wrong, waving bye at the airport felt wrong.
Gojo saying “don’t worryyy, Nanami would never goof off on a mission!” Didn’t make it better.
You remember what he told at the airport, ‘if you send your wishes with the wind, I’ll hear them no matter how far apart we are!’
You went out of your way to find a peaceful corner on school grounds, knelt down and begin wishing.
‘Please come back safely’
‘We’ll watch that movie you wanted to watch’
‘We’ll go to that amusement park you love, and I’ll go with on the ride I can’t stand’
‘We can watch gojo bug nanami relentlessly’
‘Then laugh geto making fun of gojo in return’
‘We’ll-’
“(Y/n)?”
You jumped a little and turned around, “oh principal yaga, you scared me! Is everything alright? Any news haibara?”
He looked somber, news about haibara was never meant to be somber.
“That’s actually what I came to talk to you about..”
“(Y/n), please follow me, there’s something you need to see.”
Author notes-
Finished this before heading into work on my phone, not proofread and filled with my own despair
Haibara cuddling head canons
This is mini, but I kinda like how it turned out
When you first suggest it, he’s over the MOON.
The whole time you’re in bed together, he’s just so happy he can’t stop giggling, like a cat choose to sit on his lap and he can’t help but almost bounce off the walls with excitement.
Eventually you have to resort to putting a sleeping mask over his eyes, you got worried they might dry out with how long he was staring at you.
He got even happier when he woke up and realized it wasn’t just a dream.
He’ll never tell you this, but he was silently screaming at your sleeping face. Cuteness aggression was getting to him.
Now a few years have passed, and you assumed he’s no longer that giddy whenever you guys cuddle (basically on a daily basis).
If you managed to stay up a bit longer, you’d realize just how wrong you are.
Haibara waited with opening his eyes till he heard your breath even, only then did he have the guts to open his eyes. You scolded him before, about how important sleep was, how he needed to rest his eyes blah blah blah.
He was certain that anyone who got to see what he saw wouldn’t wanna sleep either, what made him even happier, is that no one else got to see what he saw. Your face smooshed against the pillow, hair already a mess despite it only having been a few minutes, the best part might just be how peaceful you look. Anyone who got to see you this well rested should consider themselves blessed, he does at least.
He could stare at you for hours, honestly he doesn’t know what he did to be this deserving, but he’ll never complain about anything again. Well aware you’ll scold him again in the morning, he still couldn’t bring himself to close his, it’s so worth it.
“You’re tired again? Baby what are you doing at night to leave you this restless?” He stood there laughing awkwardly scratching the back off his neck, “really it’s nothing to worry about, I swear im fine…” he loves how you look when you’re at peace, but please don’t make him choose between that or the face you make when you’re angry, he really can’t.
“We as sorcerers need rest, you know this as well as everyone else! I’m not trying to be mean, but I’m really concerned.” “You know what, I think holding you really helps bring my mind at peace, maybe we could cuddle again tonight?”
“Are you sure that’s not what’s ruining your sleep? It feels like I’m the problem here…” “no TRUST ME you’re exactly what I need.”
Well, not like you can say no to that smile, can you?
Author notes;
This turned into a mini fic, but I’m not complaining, had to show haibara some love.
Dear darling wife, the distance is agony...
Synopsis: in which you're upset with your husband and won't respond to his messages, so he has to resort to contacting you during work hours... using your work emails Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, playful arguing — no one's actually upset, features guests stars (one gets bullied).
From: [email protected] Subject: Talk To Me Please
Good morning, dear, Or rather, it would be, if my wife so much as looked in my direction this morning. Instead, I find myself writing to you like some forgotten soul behind enemy lines, using this means of communication as if I am but a mere stranger begging for a moment of your time. It is humiliating. Your refusal to hear your husband out is noted and begrudgingly endured but I forgive you (see? It is not so hard at all). Please just answer your messages. We have a data plan for a reason. Love, always, Your Kento
JJK MEN AS TIKTOK COMMENTS PT3
(REQUESTED)
Where JJK men are tiktok comments (but on twitter cause idk how to make fake tiktok comments)
Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna
Warnings: Cursing, I think thats it?
Anaxagoras x reader
Will be ooc, I have no doubt about that, I did my best to look into dromas but all I’ve got are the in game files 💔💔
I tried keeping it gender neutral, but might’ve messed up somewhere, not sure it’s not proofread.
Laying in bed with your beloved brought you true peace, if only he could stop thinking for a second.
“The notes of veterinarian Lucretia clearly point towards there being a deeper meaning behind the dromases, their odd behavior and their seemingly increasing connection to the earth and all that which is around us. My dear I tell you, the dromas is capable of wonders that those plebeians at the Grove are far too simple minded to understand!”
“Hm” you replied groggily, how can this man not spend all his energy during the day, especially with how much he talks, it’s a wonder his vocal cord haven’t died yet.
You couldn’t complain too much, with your face in his neck, laying on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart, maybe this was a ploy to tire you out instead.
On the windowsill stood one lone droma, basking in moonlight. From his sister he told you once, well, mumbled more so. You dropped the topic after seeing how it still pained him. But you couldn’t help but feel it was unfairly lonely there, normally you wouldn’t comment on it, but your exhaustion seemed to be fine with letting just about anything and everything pass by you.
“Dear”
He stopped mid speech, looking down (or at least trying to) at you.
“Doesn’t that get lonely after a while? Him, standing there by his lonesome.”
He didn’t comment, not at first. He looked at the dromas, the small glow of the moon giving it a stunning hue, but one that only told stories of struggles and loss.
“Well, I’d uhm, I’d imagine so, yes.”
You cuddled closer to him, “you should get him a buddy, a little pal he can complain to, you of all people should know that dromases can’t stand being alone.” Sleep finally started taking its toll on you, “maybe get him, a little mini me..”
Anaxagoras felt your weight on him increase, yet he couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. He laid there, staring. Some may say lost in thought, he’d laugh and say just observing as all should. But there was no one here, no one to prove wrong about the outrageous assumption that he of all people would ever lose a train of thought, just you, sleeping.
By sunrise he was long gone, you knew he always ensured his schedule was filled to the brim, as if that would stop Aglaea from looking for him.
You relished in the remaining warmth a little while longer, he’d shame you for wasting precious hours that can be utilized to disprove the religious extremists, oh whatever, you’re sure he can handle them in the name of you both.
After a while longer, you decided you’ve run out of excuses to tell him if he caught you. Looking at the window, you were shocked to see a once very lonely dromas, now accompanied by a slightly smaller dromas, the latter somehow looking more excited then the former.
You crawled across the bed to them, those two sweethearts now basking in the light of a new tomorrow.
You saw a small note laying next to them.
My dear (y/n).
That dromas had been lonely since the day my sister gave him to me.
I lived under a believe that that was my fate, it felt natural. What kind of lunatic would one need to be to love a heretic?
I asked myself that nightly when she passed, with every new moon and every new sun, I wondered, ‘would she still love me, if she saw me now?’
One day, I think she answered.
This strange, yet peculiar individual stopped by my lecture. They had a smile so wide I thought their jaw would strain.
They kept asking on and on about dromases, I found it strange they went to me and not a veterinarian such as Lucretia, but I obliged. Far be it from me to stop the hunt for answers.
I started expecting them nearly daily, thought they were a student ditching their own classes, until one day.
They walked in, and a student of mine said ‘(miss/mister)(y/n)? I thought you always taught around this time?’
Turns out, this ‘stray student’, was a teacher, an excellent one at that.
I decided, two can play that game, and became a regular at their lessons. much to the dismay of the students
It was inevitable that they would fall for me, stop telling people I fell for you first it may be true but please think of my reputation
On the day we went out together, I told them the cold truth, being with me kills the view people have of you.
You know what they did? They laughed, and then berated me for trying to ‘scare them off’.
That’s when I knew the answer to my unspoken question, my sister would love me if she saw me now. I may not believe in the titans, I may not be devoted to any of them, but there are two people who have my complete, unspoken devotion.
And I wholeheartedly believe, my sister send you to show that ‘if some complete stranger could love you for your knowledge, your soul and then stick by you no matter what, so could I.’
So I decided you were right, the dromas was far too lonely, it wouldn’t be fair to derive him of his chance to meet his own (y/n).
Now I’m saddened to say I’ll be busy for quite sometime, but I sincerely hope these two lovebirds bring you the company you need, see it as my way of repaying you for helping me find the love I lost.
Your dearest, your one and only
Anaxagoras.
Author notes.
I just really needed to ramble about something with this guy, like I love him so much. Though this is much shorter then I wanted it to be, electricity in my house went out so I lost the writing spirit.
“WORLD'S WORST WINGMAN" CH. 3
♡ ANONYMOUS!YUJI ITADORI x READER (SMAU SERIES)
Ch. 1 Ch. 2
⊱SYNOPSIS: Your first session with Fushiguro went great! you think…
⊱C/W: pining, reader has crush on megumi (at first), Itadori already has reader’s number, he’s just been too pussay to text, reader hates Itadori, small angst between them
⊱A/N: im so glad this is doing well ahhh thank ygs so much :> i hope you like this chapter, i knowww not much is happening YET but i promise I have PLANSSS for them i promise youuu wink wink
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Dr Ratio x reader
Operation love
I reached a point where I was FIGHTING to finish this, but I preserved. Though it’s not work I’m proud of.
Everything can be calculated, there’s nothing that escapes the eye of a true scholar.
Except the terrible, terrible feeling of spontaneous love.
If watching (y/n) walk by meant nothing to the ordinary man, the Dr Ratio was right in calling them fools. You were stunning, terrifyingly so, that has led him to maybe the most embarrassing moment of his life.
Aventurine in front of a white board, big dried out marker used to spell the words ‘operation love’, by the Aeons did this man know no shame?
“Alright! So you say she passes your office every Monday Wednesday and Friday, yes?” “Why are you making it sound like I stalk her..?” “Well, I mean…”
The gambler barely avoided the statue that was slung at him, “listen!!” He screamed, holding his hands up like he planned to catch the next.
“Just strike up a conversation with her! Be as natural as big shot like you can be, I’m sure someone of (y/n)’s intellect would love you for who you are! Somehow…” Dr Ratio decided to neglect the rest of his sentence.
Because as much as he hates to admit it, the man is right. He lived his whole life living by calculations, well educated guesses, but he couldn’t guess you, your soul, what made you laugh, what made you cry. Oh by the Aeons, may no other genius have to experience the displeasure of love.
‘Attempt #1. Introduce yourself!!!’
It was written on the whiteboard in bright colors, a poorly drawn self portrait of aventurine to accompany it, he should remind himself to clean it before teaching.
You were talking to one of his students, he might actually have a chance! His approach was as awkward as his intense eye contact, you were confused his gaze didn’t deviate from you even once.
“Dr Ratio! I was just speaking with this delightful young man about your many achievements!” Did- did the student introduce him already..? Before he could..? The student looked flushed, makes sense, with such a genius as himself here, and such a natural beauty as you, any sane being would freak out.
Social cues disrupted his internal dialogue, you stared at him blankly. Ah, he’s supposed to say something here, right? “Well uhm.. I have done a lot, I’m quite a busy man.” You looked saddened, why would you look sad? “Ah, I won’t keep you then.. good day the both of you!”
Oh. Right, he basically rejected your invitation to a conversation.
The student was still staring at him even after you departure, now more confused than anything.
“Scram before I report you for loitering” “understood sir!”
He needed a second to recover from this.
‘Attempt #2. Talk about subjects you both like!!’
It had less exclamation marks, and now chibi aventurine was looking slightly sadder then at first.
He told him what happened, and all he got in return was ‘I don’t get paid to deal with you short circuiting man..’ he made sure to tell him in colorful words he’s not getting paid at all, much to aventurine’s dismay.
You had just finished a class and were cleaning out your desk, Dr Ratio decided to wait at the door for you.
“Oh! I didn’t even notice you there! So sorry, did you need something?” Oh someone grant him patience, your soul is far too kind. “I uhm.. I was there, at your latest lecture.”
You smiled brightly, to you it meant a lot to have your work acknowledged by the Dr Ratio, to him, you were being polite.
“What did you think? Was there anything that invested you? Do you wish to discuss the topic? Do you have any criticism? Oh dear look at my rambling my mouth! Please feel free to say what’s on your mind!” Oh he couldn’t, that would be far too indecent for someone of your stature.
Yet something still slipped his usually well guarded mind, “you are, just magnificent..”
You looked flustered, and started stammering for words.
After realizing what he said, he took one big step back, bowed as deep as he could, “my sincerest apology, you should not have to deal with that disrespect, especially from someone in the workplace.”
“Oh! No it’s, it’s fine, I..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he scurried off.
Aeons, grant Dr Ratio courage, and Aventurine patience.
‘Attempt #3. Please just be normal.’
It was followed by a thumbs down. So his lessons on the beauty of simplicity DID get through to aventurine, Dr ratio smiled to himself, the world was healing, one fool at a time.
Now just him.
You were looking for him and found him before he could think of his next script, “ah there you are!” He nearly jumped out his skin, he could handle you sneaking up on him in regular spaces, but in his office space?? His safe space??? With the whiteboard RIGHT THERE????
You were stunned watching as he nearly slammed himself into the whiteboard behind him.
This was followed by an emotionally repressed silence.
“Uhm..” “can, can I help you..?”
“Ah, well, an exhibition on human history of the past five thousand years, I was wondering if you wanted to join me?” Well now he felt worse, not only was he bothering you the past two days, you now felt pressured to accompany him in some form to mend whatever decaying relationship there was between you, and to top it all off, he was acting like a proper loon.
“I would love to, but could you please leave first? I have something’s to take care of..” you looked dejected, truly how could someone look so pathetic yet lovable at the same time?? What did you curse him with??
As if it couldn’t get worse, he saw a certain blond walk through the office door. Maybe all this really was about to be for nothing.
“Heyyy, (y/nnnnn)~” to Dr Ratio his surprise, you looked just as mortified to see Aventurine, weren’t you two the best of friends?
He made the mistake of locking eyes with aventurine, whose smile greatened upon seeing the whiteboard that was not so elegantly being covered. “Well look at that! The lovebirds have finally started flocking as one!”
“Aventurine.” The tone of voice did nothing to discourage him, in fact, his smile only got louder.
He walked into the room, too close to Dr Ration and far, far too close to you. He’s practically glued to your side, head leaning on your shoulder, Dr Ratio felt a rise of frustration bubble up inside of him.
Aventurine pretend to think with his arm slung around your left shoulder, his head on your right. “Say (y/n), aren’t you curious?” “About what?” “Well…” he trailed off, slowly raising his right hand to point at Dr Ratio, no, more specifically, the whiteboard behind him.
Oh the second he gets that guy alone it’s over for him.
“I suppose so, but if Dr Ratio doesn’t wish to show me, I can’t exactly make him now can I?” You smiled weakly, even Aventurine started feeling bad. “Aeons almighty give me patience to deal with you both..”
The room filled with a temporary awkward silence, “fine then! If you’re both gonna be difficult, so be it.”
He approached the whiteboard, Ratio instinctively tensed but couldn’t do much as it was promptly ripped away from, since when did the gambler have such great grip strength?
But now, he came to realize that the worst, has happened.
Now in front of you, was whiteboard with ‘operation love’ written out.
He froze, in anticipation of what you’d say. You took a second, and then all that came out was “I’m sorry if I’m getting confused, but did you do the exact same thing with him..?” Aventurine, now grinning like the Cheshire Cat nodded along.
“Wow for two geniuses you guys sure solve these kinds of things slowly. It’s almost like, and stick with me here, you guys like each otherrrrrr..” he made sure to emphasize the last word, like he was speaking with people who just started learning his language. Your mouth had a small o shape, like the answer to everything finally landed.
The embarrassment of how long it took was starting to sink in for you both, aventurine couldn’t look less bothered. That was until Dr Ratio started shooting him some looks, “ohh yeah this is probably the part I leave you guys be. Alright hotshot and hothead, I’m gonna go now do important aventurine stuff, you two love birds just kiss and-” “that’s enough”
You couldn’t help but giggle at how flushed Dr Ratio looked, but your joy was quickly overshadowed by nervous after aventurine bid his farewell and left you two be.
“You really don’t have to go with me, aventurine means well but I wouldn’t wanna pressure-” “I’d love to go with you.” You looked up at him with slight shocked. Dr ratio, whilst still flushed, now held a smile gentle smile, “I would love to go with you, (Mr/miss) y/n.”
You responded with a big toothy grin, “so can I safely assume you’re free for the rest of the day?”
“I’m free for as long as you’ll have me.”
Author notes. Getting my phone stolen was apparently the push I needed to finish this, I still think this whole piece is mediocre at best though.
mine, eventually. ~ r. sukuna
fratboy!sukuna x bestfriend!reader
wc: 11k || art creds: @/winterrbluess || 18+
he’s your slutty frat-boy-best-friend and you’re his sweet, bubbly angel* who has no idea that he’s been in love with you for months. he hasn’t fucked a single soul since he realized his feelings, not one. pretending he’s fine while you curl up into his chest at parties like it means nothing is slowly driving him insane. CW: suggestive, mentions of sexual activity
!!disclaimer!! best friends to lovers, soft slow-burn, mutual pining, best friends who don’t know how to talk, and a love that’s been there the whole time! angst!!!! comfort!
you get to the party and wow, its chaotic.
someone’s shitty bluetooth speaker is blasting throwbacks in the living room, half the frat’s gathered around a beer pong table like it’s the olympics, and the air smells like weed and overpriced tequila. classic friday night.
you don’t even bother knocking. just push open the front door, step over a passed out freshman in a toga, and make a move for the couch you always end up on.
and sure enough, he’s already there.
sukuna’s got one arm hung across the backrest, a red cup balanced on his knee, and the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen stretched across his face. his hair’s a mess, his shirt’s riding up slightly at the hem, and his rings glint every time he lifts the cup to his mouth.
you roll your eyes and collapse beside him anyway.
“took you long enough,” he says, nudging your knee with his own. “i was about to send nanami on a little 'find y/n' errand”
“maybe i didn’t wanna see your ugly face tonight.”
he grins. “liar.”
Anaxagoras x reader
Will be ooc, I have no doubt about that, I did my best to look into dromas but all I’ve got are the in game files 💔💔
I tried keeping it gender neutral, but might’ve messed up somewhere, not sure it’s not proofread.
Laying in bed with your beloved brought you true peace, if only he could stop thinking for a second.
“The notes of veterinarian Lucretia clearly point towards there being a deeper meaning behind the dromases, their odd behavior and their seemingly increasing connection to the earth and all that which is around us. My dear I tell you, the dromas is capable of wonders that those plebeians at the Grove are far too simple minded to understand!”
“Hm” you replied groggily, how can this man not spend all his energy during the day, especially with how much he talks, it’s a wonder his vocal cord haven’t died yet.
You couldn’t complain too much, with your face in his neck, laying on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart, maybe this was a ploy to tire you out instead.
On the windowsill stood one lone droma, basking in moonlight. From his sister he told you once, well, mumbled more so. You dropped the topic after seeing how it still pained him. But you couldn’t help but feel it was unfairly lonely there, normally you wouldn’t comment on it, but your exhaustion seemed to be fine with letting just about anything and everything pass by you.
“Dear”
He stopped mid speech, looking down (or at least trying to) at you.
“Doesn’t that get lonely after a while? Him, standing there by his lonesome.”
He didn’t comment, not at first. He looked at the dromas, the small glow of the moon giving it a stunning hue, but one that only told stories of struggles and loss.
“Well, I’d uhm, I’d imagine so, yes.”
You cuddled closer to him, “you should get him a buddy, a little pal he can complain to, you of all people should know that dromases can’t stand being alone.” Sleep finally started taking its toll on you, “maybe get him, a little mini me..”
Anaxagoras felt your weight on him increase, yet he couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. He laid there, staring. Some may say lost in thought, he’d laugh and say just observing as all should. But there was no one here, no one to prove wrong about the outrageous assumption that he of all people would ever lose a train of thought, just you, sleeping.
By sunrise he was long gone, you knew he always ensured his schedule was filled to the brim, as if that would stop Aglaea from looking for him.
You relished in the remaining warmth a little while longer, he’d shame you for wasting precious hours that can be utilized to disprove the religious extremists, oh whatever, you’re sure he can handle them in the name of you both.
After a while longer, you decided you’ve run out of excuses to tell him if he caught you. Looking at the window, you were shocked to see a once very lonely dromas, now accompanied by a slightly smaller dromas, the latter somehow looking more excited then the former.
You crawled across the bed to them, those two sweethearts now basking in the light of a new tomorrow.
You saw a small note laying next to them.
My dear (y/n).
That dromas had been lonely since the day my sister gave him to me.
I lived under a believe that that was my fate, it felt natural. What kind of lunatic would one need to be to love a heretic?
I asked myself that nightly when she passed, with every new moon and every new sun, I wondered, ‘would she still love me, if she saw me now?’
One day, I think she answered.
This strange, yet peculiar individual stopped by my lecture. They had a smile so wide I thought their jaw would strain.
They kept asking on and on about dromases, I found it strange they went to me and not a veterinarian such as Lucretia, but I obliged. Far be it from me to stop the hunt for answers.
I started expecting them nearly daily, thought they were a student ditching their own classes, until one day.
They walked in, and a student of mine said ‘(miss/mister)(y/n)? I thought you always taught around this time?’
Turns out, this ‘stray student’, was a teacher, an excellent one at that.
I decided, two can play that game, and became a regular at their lessons. much to the dismay of the students
It was inevitable that they would fall for me, stop telling people I fell for you first it may be true but please think of my reputation
On the day we went out together, I told them the cold truth, being with me kills the view people have of you.
You know what they did? They laughed, and then berated me for trying to ‘scare them off’.
That’s when I knew the answer to my unspoken question, my sister would love me if she saw me now. I may not believe in the titans, I may not be devoted to any of them, but there are two people who have my complete, unspoken devotion.
And I wholeheartedly believe, my sister send you to show that ‘if some complete stranger could love you for your knowledge, your soul and then stick by you no matter what, so could I.’
So I decided you were right, the dromas was far too lonely, it wouldn’t be fair to derive him of his chance to meet his own (y/n).
Now I’m saddened to say I’ll be busy for quite sometime, but I sincerely hope these two lovebirds bring you the company you need, see it as my way of repaying you for helping me find the love I lost.
Your dearest, your one and only
Anaxagoras.
Author notes.
I just really needed to ramble about something with this guy, like I love him so much. Though this is much shorter then I wanted it to be, electricity in my house went out so I lost the writing spirit.
Hi Lily! I love your writings, especially for Anaxa! You capture all sides to his character perfectly, and he feels alive in the writings. I wanted to share an idea of imagining being with Anaxa and taking your children to meet dromases for the first time. His heart would melt seeing his children be curious to see the amazing creatures. He couldn't help but teach them everything he knows about dromases and take pictures of them petting the animals :)
A Day with the Dromases (Anaxa x Reader)
A/N: Hi there :) Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m really happy you enjoy my Anaxa writing. This idea was incredibly sweet, and since I’ve been in my Anaxa-missing hours again, I had to write it. (Family fluff always gets to me...) 💙 Thank you for the inspiration! :)
Side note: I took a few creative liberties and invented some dromas lore to fully enable Nerd!Anaxa. :D Enjoy! :)
Tags: Female Reader. Established Relationship. Married Life. Family Fluff. Dad Anaxa. Dromas Encounter. Soft Domestic Moment. Kissing.
Word count: 1338
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The moment you arrive at the dromas workshop, your children freeze in their tracks. Wide-eyed, breath caught, small hands clutching yours with sudden tightness.
The creatures are even larger up close than in the illustrations Anaxa has shown them. Warm scales catch the afternoon light, and gentle bells chime softly as the creatures shift their weight.
Anaxa watches the children quietly, his usual sharp expression softening into something tender. Something few people outside this little family ever witness.
“Go on,” he encourages, voice dropping to that low, warm tone he reserves for moments like this. “They’re gentle. And I suspect they’re just as curious about you as you are about them.”
husband nanami who has a wife who prefers to look better than comfortable this once… and deeply regrets it afterwards.
nanami who is such a gentleman it irks you sometimes how willing he is for you, how far he’s determined to search for anything—god, ask for water whilst you two are in a desert and he would. he doesn’t care how stupid your requests sound,
but the one thing he will most definitely not tolerate is when you refuse his help. your big, handsome, gorgeous, adoring lover was right there, and willing to do whatever, so why must you be so stubborn in not wanting to take those shoes off?
so when he told you off (asked you if you really wanted to wear heels while roaming disneyland), you wanted to tell him otherwise!
“sweetheart… you know i was joking.” — “no, no… i’m gonna prove that…” your voice stops for a moment as you briefly wince in pain.
“i don’t need it!”
you had chosen heels to go out to this extremely large event that had you two always on your feet. was the height truly worth the pain? is ache really worth beauty? not necessarily but indefinitely for now it would when nanami had already promised not to pack you an extra pair of shoes.
but to spite him, and his foolish overpreparedness by wearing these uncomfortably tall heels, and continue on with them for the rest of the seek as well… although the way the back of the heels seemed to dig into your hindfoot was really starting to settle now.
nanami could only shake his head at your denial whilst keeping his eyes on the comfortable slippers themed to mickey mouse in hand as he watched you struggle to walk forward to the churro stall you were begging to go try out.
“are you done being silly yet, my love?” peering over your shoulder, “would you please listen to me? your feet are starting to swell.”
sitting down on a bench right before the delicious snack stand you were dying to eat—“no! i told you i don’t need… i don’t need your pity, ken’!!” …
“so why are we resting on a bench right now, hmm?” a small smirk appears in his face as he continued to observe how much more you needed to break.
“because… this park is big, obviously its not tiring—the shoes you know….we’re sitting down because we’ve been here for hours!”
“you mean thirty minutes?”
…
“has… has it really only been thirty?”
tilting his head with his continued grin, “mhm.”
lies. except you couldn’t tell its only been twenty because that how killer these shoes were… taken literally.
“do you want me to give—“ … “how about i just…” your husband suddenly gets on one knee in front of you, kneeling down further to start changing the shoes for you. “what the hell are you doing?!”
“serving my wife because i hate to see her suffer.”
“not with those god awful yellow things people call shoes!”
you had really tried your best to shake off his hands from changing your shoes himself, only for him to wrap his arm behind your knees to hold you down. “kento! you cheater!” smacking his head with the little strength you could to stop him.
“would you rather i carry you around then?” — “…”
your heels were already being held by his left hand while holding you firmly with his right arm. walking over to the nearest souvenir shop to find the slippers he had been eyeing for a while now.
you could only sit in his arm and admit defeat, now wearing something much more comfortable once he pays for them himself. “much better now, right?” his hand pats your shoulder, “no.”
sighing as he hugs you a little closer, placing a small kiss on your cheek. “…okay, maybe a little bit.” — “mmn, come on, we better catch up to gojo and the others.”
inspired by me today because i told everyone i would wear loafers because itd be a fire fit even though i got told to wear rubber shoes instead and now my legs ache like crazy. also because nanami would most definitely carry you if your feet started to hurt again.
fratboy sukuna and his narcoleptic girlfriend
narcolepsy = a condition characterised by an extreme tendency to fall asleep whenever in relaxing surroundings
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a/n : hii guys!! weekly updates are starting, unfortunately next week may be a little delayed as i have a concert, my friends bday, my bday and a lot of other things!! please be patient
frat parties are basically just expensive naps in cute outfits for you everyone else shows up to parties to drink, dance, or cause problems on purpose.
you?
you show up in your cutest miniskirt, glitter on your eyelids, hair perfect.... and then promptly fall asleep on frat boy sukuna shoulder the moment the bass drops.
frat boy sukuna is this terrifying, tatted, broad-shouldered frat demon leaning against the wall with a cup in hand…
and you’re just curled into him like he’s your personal pillow.
frat boy gojo, already was drunk.. “bro she came dressed like she was gonna party but shes literally unconscious on you??”
frat boy sukuna, petting your hair aggressively whilst side eyeing him “she IS partying thank you. now shut the hell up.”
Sukuna fears nothing...except choosing between pads with wings or without wings.
Sukuna is many things, but a coward is not one of them. He’s done a lot of things despite being terrified inside or way out of his depth.
Like right now.
Pain meds? Easy enough. Cranberry juice? Simple. Chocolate? He knows exactly what kind to buy.
But now…standing here in the aisle…he’s never been more confused in his fucking life.
“The hell is ‘maximum flow’ and ‘ultra heavy?’” he mutters to himself, scratching the back of his head.
Normally, he couldn’t give two shits about the intricacies of feminine hygiene and would’ve just randomly picked a box and hoped for the best, but currently you’re at home in a little ball of agony and he made the mistake of offering to get more without actually bothering to check what kind. This is a position he’s never been in before or ever though he’d be in, but… Well, this is the price of having a woman that puts up with him, he supposes.
Sukuna stares at the boxes, racking his brain as he tries to remember what it looked like. It was something he never really paid attention to, it was just…there. He didn’t want to disappoint you by coming home with the wrong thing. You put up with a lot of his bullshit, the least he could do is pick out the right pussy maintenance products.
He sighs, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. He could go to the payphone outside and call you, but it felt like admitting defeat, like saying he was too stupid and careless to know what his girlfriend puts up her hoo-hah.
“Okay, this can’t be that complicated…” he mutters once more.
The boxes were always blue, he remembers that much. He squints as he reads the labels. Light. Regular. Super. As if he’s supposed to know the difference.
You bleed a normal amount…right? At least, he was pretty sure it was normal. Probably.
He reaches for the regular, then pauses, looking between the regular and super. Was there something special about the supers? He doesn’t wanna get subpar tampons. After a moment of excruciating deliberation, he grabs the box of supers instead and tosses them in the basket.
Part one done. Part two…
Sukuna sidles over to the pads, brow creased in thought. Maximum flow…ultra heavy…regular…overnight…long… Long?
“Long?” he echoes aloud, nose scrunching. “The fuck? How big could a coochie be?”
Do it for her, he reminds himself, blocking out the other customers’ presence.
What seems like hours tick by as he examines the choices in front of him. Overnight, maybe…? You always complained about waking up to stains on the sheets…
Wings…without wings?
“What’s the point of the wings?” he puzzles. There are no pictures or any indication as to what the actual hell wings are, so he can only imagine they’re one of those ‘if you know, you know’ things.
He sighs again, checking the prices. The wings are more…so…that means they’re better?
“Should’ve just asked her to write it down,” Sukuna groans. “Damn, these things are expensive.”
Eventually he tosses the overnight with wings into his basket and calls it a day, opting for the largest box, just in case.
He sulks to the checkout line. When the cashier starts ringing everything up, the man raises a brow and looks at Sukuna. A moment of silent communication passes between them, an entire discussion conveyed in that single raised brow and a weary sigh from Sukuna. Then the cashier nods, continuing with his task.
“Did you find everything alright?” the man asks. A routine question that feels so unbearably loaded that it might as well be a gun in Sukuna’s face.
“Yeah, just fine,” Sukuna answers as casually as he can. The man nods once more.
Sukuna passes the cash, and as the man hands back his bags and change, he says, “Good luck.”
It takes all of Sukuna’s effort to not scoff, and he manages a grumbled ‘thanks’ before heading on his way.
***
You’re right where he left you, curled up with a hot water bottle pressed to your abdomen as you stare blankly at the TV.
“Don’t worry princess,” Sukuna says with a lazy smile, lifting up the bags, “your hero has returned.”
“Oh my god, thank you,” you groan from where you are.
He rolls his eyes fondly, plopping the bags in front of you before slumping into his seat. He can’t help but subtly watch you as you sift through the contents, a knot of anticipation in his chest while he awaits your judgement.
You hum at the sight of the pain meds, juice, and chocolate. And then the pads and tampons…
A flicker of surprise on your face that makes him tense.
Here it comes.
“Aww, you got the nice ones?” you say with a smile.
“Huh?” Sukuna blinks, though inside he’s losing his mind.
“Yeah, you got the nicer brand instead of the shitty budget store ones,” you repeat.
Silence hangs in the air, Sukuna staring blankly at you. And then he shrugs, smoothing a hand through his hair.
“What can I say? I’m just that good.”