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“SHE’S CRAZY BUT SHE’S MINE !!”

art credits: @//hunnismokah . divider credits: @//pixopix .

synopsis: sukuna always liked pretty girls, constantly eyeing the girl in his physics lecture, smart, sharp, always dressed like she means business—he thinks getting your number would be a piece of cake. only to his dismay, he’s met with what he could only describe as a rose with thorns, every eye roll, scoff and disgusted look you shot in his direction only tripling the infatuation he had, and slowly he can feel himself slowly falling for the kind of girl he never thought was his type.

(and thamk you to the lovely @sixxels & @lemonjuicie for helping me w this eek !!)

this is the first instalment to the bitchy!reader cinematic universe !

wc: 4.7k.

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ryomen sukuna's life was always one that was full of noise, chaos and everything in between. he thrived in the mess that was frat life—the loud parties, the hookups that tasted like cheap alcohol and fruity lipgloss. being frat president came with responsibilities and a reputation that clung to sukuna's skin like the ink that dressed his body.

his notorious reputation always followed him around, not that he cared, he wore the persona like it belonged to him. he was too far in to ever leave the world that practically belonged to him.

his frat practically ran the place, filled to the brim with men that were exactly like sukuna—entitled overgrown pricks who always got what they wanted.

and there was absolutely no denying that sukuna was beautiful—over six feet of pure muscle, tattoos all over his massive arms, his blush pink hair being one of the things that stood out about him the most, always styled in a way that was messy but deliberate. his eyebrow and lip rings adoring his face, and he always had the most shit eating grin to top everything off. 

sukuna orbited a domain that was so far detached from yours it was almost comical how far apart your worlds were. he lived in the midst of attention, thriving on any sort of drama he got into it, his lips sometimes bruised with all the pointless fights he got into.

you lived your life in everything sukuna would deem to be, quite frankly put, insanely boring. but you knew exactly what you wanted. and had your entire life planned before you.

you were sharp, straight forward, the biggest nerd any of your friends knew, most importantly you had absolutely no tolerance for people messing up absolutely anything in your insanely curated life.

your books were always aligned to perfection, you always sat at the very front of the class, your pens all matching your bag, your silly keychains crowding your bad almost comically. you always kept to yourself, people ruin things after all—they're loud invasive, some of them likened to bascterially resistant pests that you simply cannot destroy whatsoever.

so there the two of you were, two people universes apart, perfectly content in your own niches that it just made sense. but it wasn't like you were unaware of sukuna's existence. its be impossible if you were—your friends always finding out whatever mess he seems to have gotten himself to every week. you found him entertaining the same way you sometimes indulged in reality tv. it's fun to watch but you'd never touch it with a ten foot pole.

—

"what the fuck man you look like you got run over." toji says, eyeing up sukuna and his absolute mess of an outfit, his hair disheleved, his eyebags heavier than they usually are, flopping his entire body in the seat next to toji's. 

"shut yer mouth toji." he almost groans, hands running down his face. he felt like shit. and he swore he could feel his head pounding in his skull, and lord he doesn't even know why he decided to show up to this stupid class anyway. but gods since he was here anyway might as well get it over with.

the class had barely begun before it started to feel like a drag, the professor spouting some nonsense that sukuna could barely comprehend before he heard the sweetest voice answer a question he was barely paying attention to.

his eyes immediately found you—and he swore he felt his breath catch in his throat momentarily. you were gorgeous, your hair done up, your glasses resting on your nose, your collared shirt hugged your body just right, your slightly tinted glossed lips almost shimmering in the classroom's blinding lights. 

"yo, toji who's that girl?" he whisper shouts, nudging his friend in his ribs until he answered him.

toji barely registers it before he sees sukuna gaze fixed directly on your form. 

"her name's uhh y/n or something. massive nerd, really knows what she's doing, most people are deathly afraid of her though" he says barely paying him any mind. because just had sukuna had his reputation, you had curated yours. 

it came from the way you'd dismiss most people that ever dared to waste a sliver of your time, always flipping your perfect hair, having your headphones constantly in your ears blasting a song loud enough to rupture your eardrums to make sure people stayed away from you by all means. the way your eyes would roll to the back of your head when something even mildly infuriated you, just everything about you down to the sometimes bold makeup you'd sport, it just always turned you into someone that was never to be fucked with.

"scared of her, really?" it almost made him want to keep over laughing because well, you were adorable. there was no reason that any reasonable person would be afraid of you of all people, right? 

toji snickered next to him. because god, if only he knew.

—

the class was dismissed after what felt like an era and then some, the entire classroom hurrying their way out.

right before you saunter your way out of the room, you can hear sukuna call out your name. and it has you stopping dead in your tracks. 

"y/n ! wait up-"

you see the gigantic man run from the very edge of the class towards you and you let out the deepest sigh, because nothing he has to say could possibly be worth your time. you wanted to get back home, tuck yourself into your bed and binge the leftover tub of ice cream you had sitting in your fridge.

"and what could possibly want from me, ryomen sukuna, was it?" you shot right back at him, turning on your heel to stare right up at the man, your eyes narrowing while you committed his form to memory with the utmost scrutiny.

your response had sukuna nearly speechless, because he was used to people raving in his presence not eyeing him like whatever scum you would find at the back of your shoes.

"I—"

"well you didn't come all the way out here to talk to me, if you had nothing to say, correct?"

you were always quick with your words, or so you'd been told, every surefire response always sitting at the edge of your tongue like poison, it always had people on edge.

"I was going to ask you for your number, pretty." he managed to whisper out, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck because he could feel the blood rushing straight into his head. this felt…so out of character—he's never let anyone address him like that before, so why should you be any different? people are always on edge around him, but something about the way you were looking at him as if you could pick his soul apart if he played all his cards wrong had him sweating under the stupid sweatshirt he was sporting.

"hmm, i'll think about it, sukuna." gods, even the way you said his name made him want to shrink into a corner, and a part of him went on a spiral as to why the fuck he thought it was so attractive. 

and he had his feet firmly planted on the ground while he watched you leave, your hips swaying in the slightest, your hair swishing as you walked away from him. 

this was only the beginning of what could only be described as the worlds worst obsession.

—

sukuna attend the next lecture too, hell bent on at least getting your number. still seated in the back of the class, eyes you while your eyes stay on the board, your expression deadly focused while you jot down your notes it has sukuna blushing like a teenager with a pathetic crush.

he's almost ashamed to admit that he spent a good portion of the next week trying to stalk you. finding all your socials, scrolling down your accounts to memorise each of your silly and perfectly curated pictures to memory, usually of a cute cafe or a hangout with your little friend group, almost the same sugary sweet drink in your hands in each one of them.

some of those pictures of you in cute clothes, your makeup done to perfection while you posed infront of a mirror, your hair framing your face so prettily, a part of his brain wanted to put you in his jacket, well, if you didn't terrify him that is.

sukuna didn't do romance, he didn't do relationships. and he for one, did not have a clue on how to charm a girl that wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

all he could do was gawk and stare, until the class inevitably ended and he was mentally preparing himself to try to talk to you again.

"she got you good, huh?" toji laughs from behind him, making him almost jump into the air.

"you're an ass fushiguro." 

"yeah, yeah, you love me."

sukuna could feel his head clouding before catching up to you again. in the worst and arguably best way possible, you made him feel like an idiot. 

"y/n!"

"oh it's you again. i thought you'd give up after the first try sukuna." you smirked, your expression painfully smug while you looked at him. 

"well, i was surely not gonna give up that easily, y'know?" 

"it's called being desperate."

"i'd like to call it persistence, really." he sounded a lot more confident than he felt, his palms almost sweating and shaking by the mere thought of you. it was pathetic, really. it's a shame you were attracted to pathetic men.

"can i at least walk you out of the class?"

"do as you wish." you snap, walking away, while he catches up to you like a lost puppy outside of the class.

the sight was so odd that you could practically hear the whispers from the people around you, and you mentally sighed. but it's not like you weren't a fan of drama either. it was just funny how quick people jumped to conclusions.

"is that—sukuna?"

"y/n, i thought she hated talking to people, and what's she doing with him."

conversation was practically buzzing and bouncing off the walls while sukuna followed you closely to the university's exit.

"well, that was..well whatever, i'll be on my way." you say before turning away, until he catches up to you again.

"wait! you always head to the cafe from here after class right?" shoot. he forgot that he technically wasn't supposed to know that. 

"are you stalking me, ryo?" his brain was so quick to panick he barely registered the nickname before you continued.

"don't get your panties in a twist, i think it's cute." cute? well, yeah he could work with that for now. cute was okay, cute was good. and it definitely didn't have his heart beating uneven rhythms in his chest.

he walked you to the stupid cafe, trying his best to make small talk, but the more he tried to get to know you, the more intimidating you were. and gods, it was just so, so hot, it was killing him.

you rambled on about how you've always had a fascination with physics which is why you took the class, how you forced yourself to be good at it, because there was a time you sucked at the godforsaken subject so badly that it was embarrassing. and sukuna was nodding along taking mental notes before you joined your friends and waved him off.

yuki was immediately, looping her arms in yours,

"sukuna, really? i thought you had better taste, baby."

"well—whatever." is all you had to say for yourself before you ordered your stupidly overpriced coffee and headed home.

—

the next few weeks is just a culmination of sukuna shadowing you like he's a man on a mission.

he wants to know what you like, and moreover he wants to impress you. to the point that all his fraternity brothers hear about in parties is the way you smiled at him for a sliver of a second before scoffing again and they were almost as tired as you were. but a small part of them—toji, choso, gojo, who usually accompanied his drunk ass at parties were rooting for him. because they'd never thought they'd see the day where sukuna would be grovelling at his feet for a girl to look in his direction.

and when he's intoxicated, underneath overwhelmingly bright lights, all he can think about is how you would probably slap him across the face to sober him up. and that thought has him tighten around his pants, embarrassingly so, because the mere idea of you laying your hands on him has him painfully hard.

he can't even look in another girl's direction anymore without somehow thinking of you, the last time a girl tried to hit on him all he could think about was how much you'd love the bows she was wearing in her hair and just how cute they'd look on you. 

and before he knows it he's back at his apartment, staring at pictures of you, his hands moving lower and lower until he's fisting his cock, thinking about the way you just roll your eyes, the way you huff when he says something stupid, the way you have him just wrapped around your pretty fingers, the mere idea of it all has him cumming embarrassingly fast, his abs coated in the prettiest sheen of sweat and cum while he groans into his pillows.

sukuna had started falling dangerously fast. but he absolutely did not need nor want to be saved.

—

"well do you ever plan on giving me your number?" 

"mm maybe i will."

and that just immediately stuns him to silence. with most of his attempts at teasing, he'd already come to terms with the fact that you'd disagree to most things. so aftet all his begging and piss poor attempts to impress you, had he finally won? 

"it's not like you can hold yourself in a conversation with me without sweating. i highly doubt you can text me without thinking thrice about the text, ryomen."

oh. well you were right, like you were almost always, he had no idea what to do with himself—eventually you dragged his phone toward you, inputting your contant with a little nickname and a bunch of pink hearts. well if you'd finally given him your contact, he had to mean at least something (look at this LOSER omfg), so he might as well use this opportunity to the fullest.

your phone would now always be full of stupid memes that sukuna would send to you trying to get you to laugh, even a little.

@//ryo: sooo whatcha doing?

@//y/n: there has got to be better ways to start conversations than that, ryo, try harder.

and this is the first time the stupid nickname you've been calling him finally registers in his brain, the blood rushing to his cheeks before he buries his face into his pillow. fuck, he was losing it. you had managed to nudge yourself into every crevice of his life that he could no longer imagine a singular day where you weren't around him to make fun of him.

—

the next week, he finds a way to be seated next to you in class, front and center, toji finds a way to tease him endlessly about it after, but the way you smile when he actually pays attention during the lecture while taking down notes has him riding that high for the rest of the day.

"you should just ask her out, y'know, this is getting out of hand." gojo says to him during a house party, bending over the pool table while looking back at sukuna.

"are you insane she'll kill me."

"there's NO way she's that scary dude." choso says while huffing out a puff of smoke from the worn out couch in the middle of the room.

"she barely likes me as is, if i pull that she'd kill me."

"and you'd be into that, win-win, right?" toji chimes in.

"you guys all suck." is all he says before finding a corner in the room to try to text you. 

@//ryo: i'm so bored here, n/n get me out.

@//y/n: i never thought i'd see the day where you bore yourself out at a party, congratulations.

gods, it was almost just as nerve wracking texting you as it was to talk to you he just didn't understand it. everything about you always had him on edge. and he adored it to bits.

—

the next time he shows up to class he comes prepared. armed with your favourite drink (courtesy of the doomscrolling he did on your account), his stationary now matching yours, while he slowly sits down next to you again.

"what's this, ryo?"

"oh it's that drink you always like—"

"you know what drink i order?"

"no it's just- i'm- i just like remembering stuff about you, okay?"

okay. not the response you were expecting. you were hoping you could tease him into oblivion but the stupid things that sukuna said when he was put on the sport had your heart beating the same dangerous rhythm that his was. but you didn't want to let him in just yet. there's no person who ever made it this far in actually trying to figure you out. and you didn't know what to do with it except wanting to crawl under the ground and live there forever.

you slowly took the drink from him, whispering the sweetest little thank you before drinking it. and sukuna swore he could see stars. he was making progress with you. and by god, he had never felt more accomplished in his life before. because your edges seem to finally soften, even if it were only in the slightest.

—

you sat in your room, your body slack, a disgusting amount of sweat covering you from head to toe as you lay in your bed. you almost never got sick and without fail, every single time that you did you felt like you were being punished by the heavenly principles for something. 

your body felt limp, before you continued to rot in your sheets, too tired to get up and shower and definitely too tired to show up to class.

—

sukuna showed up to the lecture like he always does, his eyes scanning the room to find his way next to your seat, only to find out you were weren't there. it wasn't unheard of for someone to be late—but not you, never you, and almost immediately his mind started finding the worst possible conclusion, what if you got kidnapped? what if you were finally so sick of him you left the place? wait no none if that made sense, he ultimately decided on texting you before he went down another embarrassing spiral about how you surely hated him.

@//ryo: y/n where are you class' starting yknow 

@//y/n: sorry sukuna im sick :p im trapped in my dorms for today

oh. oh you were just sick. not the end of the world, right? but knowing you, you'd had to have been miserable to not show up for the entirety of the day, his heartbeat dropped straight to his stomach before he continued to type—

@//ryo: what's your dorm number? 

@//y/n: r u gonna show up to my room like a knight in shining armour? its xxx.

he could feel his cheeks heat up, this was the most progress he'd made in so long, he barely noticed when toji was practically breathing down his neck and staring at his texts.

"you're actually talking to her huh im surprised."

"the fuck is that supposed to mean."

"you dont linger around someone for this long, sukuna, let alone someone who's shot you down so many times. maybe it's character development"

"she's just..i don't know, different, i guess? she isn't terrified of me, and she has that way of looking at a person that's terrifyingly alluring."

"a couple weeks of talking to this girl and she's turned you into fucking shakespeare, i'm happy for you man." he says before patting him on the back and taking his seat next to him.

—

the very second the class was dismissed, sukuna ran out like a man on a mission. he obviously couldn't get you the same coffee you always drink, that'd surely make you a lot sicker than you already were.

he remembers you vaguely mentioning that you liked soup, so he made his way to this place he always went to when he was hungover before a class, finding a soup that'd be spicy enough for your almost stupidly high spice tolerance, and stopping by a pharmacy to get you some medicine before heading to your dorm rooms in a hurry.

he slowly knocks at your door, hoping to god you gave him the right room number for the sake of his own sanity, and when the door creaks open, he's met with the sight of you, all huddled up in the hoodie that's three sizes too big, you eyes puffy, and your face entirely flushed, it made him want to roll you up into a ball and gnaw on you like candy.

he could hear your little sniffles, making his way into your room, setting down the bag of stuff he had managed to collect before he made his way inside. 

"i didn't think you'd actually come, y'know."

"of course i did are you kidding me? look at you, you should be glad i showed up."

"whatever would i have done without you, my saviour" you rolled your eyes at him, trying your best to not let yourself slip. but you really were glad that he was here. it meant that he cared. that he wasn't just doing this with some form of underhanded motive in mind. it meant that it wasn't the same sukuna you first got to know. the one standing before you was softer, shyer, so disconnected from all the stories you'd heard of him and it scared you.

you show him the way around your kitchen, your brain still foggy from the near dangerous amount of cough syrup you'd downed before he made it to your place.

"your roommate isn't here, is she?"

"yeah she has work to get done, and i didn't want her to get sick." you sniffle almost pathetically. 

"right, right." he said before moving around plating the soup into the pastel pink bowls you had in your kitchen, right before moving before you, slowly supporting your back to stop you from keeling over in pain.

"god, look at you, you can barely stand up straight."

"well, carry me around instead of kicking me when i'm already down, won't you?" 

sukuna is stunned, well not for long before his hand moves to the back of your knees, the other supporting your back, carrying you back to your room bridal style. normally you'd have some smart retort, under other conditions you would've thrown a hissy fit, but now you were too tired to say anything, and having him carry you with near zero effort to your room had you weak in your knees.

he wastes no time in bringing the soup back to your room, dragging a seat close to your bedside, sitting down before he brings a spoon to his lips before blowing on it to make sure it wasn't too hot, before moving the spoon to your lips.

the cough syrup must've replaced the last brain cell you had left because you barely put up a fight before wrapping your lips around the spoon. 

sukuna's shocked that you almost instantly comply, not before you shoot him the same look you gave him when you first met. you didn't have it in you to pick a fight, not when he was being this..nice. it made you all fuzzy and feel funny, and before you could find the rational part of your brain to try to stop you—

"ryo, why are you doing this?" you ask while he sets the bowl aside, while you sink into your hoodie, your voice barely a whisper nothing like the sharp confidence you wore while talking to absolutely anyone.

"what do you mean?" he shoots back, almost offended by the question.

"like..this, taking care of me, constantly bugging me with stupid shit, remembering the things i like, it's all so strange. people orbit you, sukuna. they'd worship the very ground you walk on. so, why me? is it so you can prove a point?"

sukuna was almost taken aback. that was probably the rawest confession he'd ever heard from you, all your walls cracking right before him right when you withdraw in on yourself, sinking into the plush mattress while trying to look everywhere but him.

"because you actually look at me past the stupid frat boy persona, y/n. you look at me as if you're picking me apart, you actually question the shit i do instead of just letting me get away with everything. you say things as it is, and i just really admire that. for what it's worth i'm not trying to prove a stupid point, if i was, i wouldn't go this far to change for you, right?

the moment he went on this little tangent, it did make you realise, he had changed essentially everything about himself to make sure he wasn't the same douche that he used to be. the whispers in the hallways thinned down, he got into lesser fights, and for the first time in all his years of college sukuna's name wasn't being talked about in some sorority girls' friend group on how he said he's call but never did.

it'd been subtle, well to you at least, until the person that was sitting by the side of your bed wasn't the same sukuna anymore. he'd changed. for you. 

the both of you sat in that heavy silence, intelligible feelings bubbling to the surface with this careful game you'd been playing around each other. sukuna trying not to push you too far and you teasing him until he does.

"i—gods i want to ask you out y/n. this is killing me, but i'm not gonna do it here, you deserve something a lot more romantic, just let me down gently if you're gonna reject me, alright?"

you slowly nod, and to sukuna's shock, 

"i think i'd like that. a lot, actually. just don't trip over your own feet."

he was almost ecstatic, jumping straight into you arms, wrapping his biceps around you, enveloping you in his warmth, crushing you underneath his weight while you slowly pat him on the back.

"mmph sukuna— youre heavy !"

" 'm sorry i'm not getting off of you just yet."

"you gigantic loser oh my fucking god—"

"aaaand she's back."

and before you know it the two of you are giggling in your bed, still crushed until sukuna's weight, while he has his face in the crook of your neck while you're comfortably lulled to sleep under his weight, the two of you forgetting everything else for a moment.

it felt like two galaxies collided, two disparaging universes, and two equally menacing people falling into each other's embrace as if they always belonged in each other's arms. and maybe letting your walls crack just the tiniest bit wasn't the worst thing in the world. because being in his arms wasn't difficult. not that you'd accept it anytime soon.

and sukuna, mr. frat president, had never had someone lodge themselves in his heart so permanently, so quickly, he just couldn't stop himself from falling. it felt like damnation and it felt like grace all at once. and he promised himself that he'd only get better for you. 

—

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Don't leave | Tarsem x Sully!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Tarsem x Pregnant!Sully daughter!reader

Description: You find out that your entire family is abandoning you just as you are about to give birth.

Based on this request and this request. Thank you @lumilily for Beta reading!!

Content Warnings/tags: pregnant!reader, Sullys are leaving without reader, angst, not a happy ending, but a bittersweet one.

Author's note: This is a fic that I have a feeling some people might not read just because it's Tarsem (he deserves people lining up at his door) and because it is pregnant reader, BUT I also know that this is going to be exactly up other people's alley, so I don't care. Enjoy the read!

“They what?!” you asked your mate, eyes wide as he told you the news about your siblings. 

“Yawnetu (loved one)-” he started but you pushed past him, stomping to your family's kelku with a hand cradling your pregnant belly. Tarsem hurried after you, a hand coming to support you at your elbow. 

“They are fine! Your dad was not even going to tell you. It is not a big deal,” he explained in vain, but it did not slow your roll. 

He knew the pregnancy hormones coursing through you would more than likely send you on a rampage when you found out your siblings had been momentarily kidnapped by the RDA. But he also knew that those same hormones would likely lead you to behead him if he kept it a secret and you found out through other means.

“Do not patronize me!” you ordered, “I am pregnant, not incompetent. I am going to see them for myself.” Tarsem winced at his headstrong mate but followed after you.

You stalked up to your parents kelku (home), stopping outside when you saw your siblings huddled by the gape in the woven material. “What did you skxawngs (idiots) do?” You demanded quietly. 

You loved them well enough to not ruin their spying, especially since you were the one who taught them how to do it in the first place. Tarsem stopped behind you, hand coming to rest on your back as your siblings flinched at being caught.

Four sets of eyes slowly turned to you and you saw varying looks of horror on their faces. 

“Sister!” Tuk smiled, running up to you and wrapping an arm around your hips, you hugged her back, smoothing her hair down as your other siblings started squabbling.

“It was Lo’ak’s fault,” Kiri exclaimed quietly, pointing her finger at your youngest brother.

“I was not even there until we saved them,” Neteyam defended himself, raising two hands 

“Why does it always have to be my fault?” Lo’ak complained, and Kiri rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Because it IS always your fault,” she replied.

“I was following them,” Tuk said softly up at you as the other three continued to fight.

“Enough,” Tarsem demanded firmly but still gently, making your eyebrows raise at his command over the situation.

All your siblings shut up and turned to their brother in law. “What matters is that you are safe. Do not stress your sister out,” he instructed and your siblings deflated. 

Tuk stepped back as Neteyam approached. “Sorry, y/n,” he mumbled, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, coming in for an embrace. He had to avoid your protruding belly, but you pulled him close.

“Yeah, sorry,” Lo’ak agreed, following Neteyam’s lead and joining the hug on the other side. 

“Do not apologize, just be careful next time,” you muttered, hugging your brothers tightly and boxing their ears when they pulled away from you.

“Now, are we going to spy on them or not?” Kiri asked with a sigh, not being one for big shows of emotion.

“Right,” Lo’ak agreed, crouching back on the floor to hear better and your other siblings followed.

“I cannot get down there, I will have to do it the old fashioned way,” you grunted, letting go of Tuk to walk up right next to the opening of the kelku. Your parents were still arguing, so they were too involved in the fight to notice that your and your siblings were up to no good.

“I cannot. You cannot ask this. I cannot leave my people. I will not,” your mother cried.

Another voice cut through, “He's hunting us. He's targeting our family.” Your dad’s voice was angry and scared, something you had been hearing more of lately. 

“You cannot ask this!” your mother exclaimed and your heart sank. What could your father possibly be asking her to do that would require her to leave?  “The children. Everything they've ever known. The forest. We would miss the birth of our grandchild, our oldest cannot leave with us. This is our home!” she screamed, voice breaking.

“He had our children. He had 'em under his knife!” your dad shot back, voice now strong but still emotional.

Your mother paused, “My father gave me this bow as he lay dying. And he said protect the People. You're Toruk Makto!” Neytiri reminded him and you could mentally picture the wince he wore whenever that name was mentioned. 

“This will protect the People! Quaritch has Spider and that kid knows everything. He knows our whole operation, and he can lead them right in here,” you sucked in a breath at the new information. You had wondered where the little human was, figuring he was just with the scientists, but the news that they captured the boy you considered another brother made you feel sick.

“If the People harbor us, they will die. Do you understand?” your dad pleaded. “Look, I got nothing. I got no plan… But I can protect this family. That I can do.”

You stepped forward then, making yourself known and both of your parents turned to you.

“You are leaving?” you asked numbly, a hand on your belly. Two shocked faces turned to look at you and the air left the room.

“Babygirl,” your dad started, stepping forward, but you stopped him by raising a hand. 

“Are you leaving?” you repeated, looking at your mom knowing she would bite the bullet to tell you easier than your dad would.

“Yes,” she admitted, voice breaking as a tear fell down her face.

Your face screwed up at the confirmation. “You are just gonna leave us here?” you asked, turning to your dad, “Run and hide? Let us fight the battle you started?” 

“No, we're taking the fight away from you. If I’m gone, then they won’t hit half as hard,” your dad promised.

You shook your head, “That’s not how this works. What happened to Sullys stick together, huh?” you asked as he stopped in front of you, arms reaching to hug you but you knocked them away. “I am a Sully. That does not sound  like sticking together to me.”

“Babygirl, please.” he begged as you shook your head. “Tarsem will be Olo’eyktan, you will have your baby here, where it’s safe. It's gonna be safe, because they’ll be looking for us everywhere else, okay? They won't find any Sullys here, because you can blend in. They don’t know about you like they do the other kids.”

“How does that make any of this better, dad? You’re still leaving me,” you blubbered, tears falling down your face as emotion and pregnancy hormones took hold of you.

You heard the entrance shift as Tarsem stepped through, beating your dad out to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. “Shhhh,” he muttered in your ear. “I’m here.”

“Did you know?” you asked your mate through your tears.

“No,” he assured you, “I would not keep this from you.” he promised and it eased your mind some at the words.

“Tarsem, you know this has to be done,” your dad pleaded with his son in law, but Tarsem did not respond directly to him like he hoped.

“She needs rest,” he simply said, not meeting either of your parent’s gazes.

Your dad paused, backing up a step. “Of course,” he said, swallowed in regret as his babygirl was ushered out. It still felt so strange to him that another man took care of you now. That you were Tarsem’s responsibility to care for and not his.

-

Later that evening, you and Tarsem operated in grieved silence. He did not want to crack your barely held composure, and you did not know how to express the well of hormonal emotions inside you. 

You had finished crying only a few minutes ago, and you had both decided not to join the others eating in the communal space. Tarsem had gone to collect Teylu for dinner only to find you crying again when he returned.

You had sniffled back your tears, and sat on the floor with effort as he handed you your food and sat across from you. You thanked him quietly and ate, if only for the baby’s sake.

He did the same, eating as he watched you carefully. Then he set down his leaf of Teylu, moving to sit beside you. “Talk to me, Yawnetu, what can I do to make this less painful,” he asked, not able to handle the quiet anymore.

You shook your head, lowering your hands. “Convince my dad to let them all stay?” you said, knowing it was impossible, but answering truthfully. That was the only thing that would have changed the emotions in your heart now.

He smiled sadly, “You ask too much of me. Eywa herself would have to stop him when he has his mind set to something.” he said, smoothing the hair from your face and watching with pity as you wallowed in melancholy.

“I know, but it was worth a shot,” you sighed.

You tossed and turned that night on the cushiony floor of your kelku, feeling more uncomfortable than usual. Tarsem’s arm was your pillow and he stirred every time you moved. 

A strong shot of pain moved up your abdomen and out through your body every few minutes and when you involuntarily clutched his chest in pain, Tarsem shot up. “What is it?” he asked, eyes searching yours for any sign that something was visually wrong. “Is it the baby?” he asked, hands moving to your stomach as the pain finally subsided and you heaved in air. 

“I think so,” You muttered, sweat forming on your brow. “I think it’s contractions. I’m in labor.”

“Tsahey (ah hell),” he muttered, “I will get the Tsahìk, do not move,” he ordered.

 “I couldn't move very far even if I wanted to,” you grumbled, and he hesitated as if he did not want to just leave you there, but you both knew it was better to have help.

“Go, hurry!” you demanded, waving your hand, “I’m fine.”

He gave you one last wary glance before he ran off into the night, footsteps hitting high camps’ rock ground as he ran faster than he ever had before.

You breathed deeply, trying to manage your pain before another set of contractions hit you. You glanced to the side, spotting what you wanted, a braided, thin strap of leather hanging on your wall. You rolled over, moving as well as you were able and stumbling to your feet, your balance off kilter as your swollen belly threw your weight.

You made your way to the wall, pressing a hand against it for support and grabbed the piece of leather, slowly balancing as you hastily tied your hair up and out of your face. You slowly walked around, still using the wall as support, being on your feet felt a lot better than lying down. You slowly steeled your nerves in the brief reprieve.

Footsteps approached your home. “‘Itetsyìp!” Your mother called, scrambling into the kelku with grace as she flew to your side. Mo’at and Tarsem were on her trail, all three gathering around you. 

“Take this,” your grandmother instructed, handing you some herbs which you put in your mouth without question. Another round of contractions tore through you and Tarsem positioned himself behind you, pulling your head down onto his shoulder as you groaned in pain.

-

It was hours before you would give birth. A little girl with her mother’s stripes, her father’s eyes, her grandfather's nose, and her grandmother’s smile. A little girl you named Tsyaya (pronounced similarly to Zahya).

Your father had stood watch outside the kelku throughout the night, keeping an eye out for nosy neighbors and an ear out in case something was wrong. He paced in front of the door, back and forth, back and forth, until he finally heard a little cry.

He stilled, pausing as his grandchild took her first breaths. A smile spread across his face as she wailed inside. A mighty sounding roar. 

Neytiri stepped out a moment later, watching his face with mixed emotions. She knew this would be all the time they would get to spend with their little Tsyaya before they had to leave. Such precious little time. They barely got to even say hello.

“Your granddaughter is ready to meet you,” she said lowly.

He looked intently at his mate, mouth pressing together in a line. “Is she…” he hesitated, not sure how to phrase his next words.

“Your daughter is fine, she just wants to see her Sempu (daddy),” Neytiri answered, knowing her husband’s meaning without him having to voice it. 

“Yeah, okay,” Jake nodded, steeling his nerves similarly to the way you had and walking up beside his wife to face the inside of the kelku. 

His son-in-law sat on the floor holding a tiny blue body with one arm. Jake's eyes moved to you, laying on the floor beside Tarsem and holding his other hand. Both proud, new parents watched their baby with wonder. Mo’at moved about on her feet, praying to Ewya and blessing her great grandchild.

Your eyes moved to the door, “Dad?” you muttered the English word he had taught you all those years ago. 

“Hey, babygirl,” he choked out, entering the home and taking a seat on the other side of your body. 

“I just made a whole person,” you croaked, tears dripping down your eyes with emotion as you looked at your baby. 

“I helped,” Tarsem muttered, not looking over, eyes unable to be torn from his daughter.

Jake smiled at your words, ignoring Tarsem. “I know, I’m so proud of you. You did so good,” he praised, taking your hand and clasping it between his.

“Don’t leave me, daddy,” you cried harder, squeezing his hand. 

He shook his head, unable to find words for a second. “I’m so sorry, we don’t have a choice," he croaked. 

“Okay…” you said, reigning in your tears and looking at him with pleading eyes. “Then before you go, we want you to do one last thing as Olo’eyktan,” you said sniffling. 

In your eyes he suddenly saw the same little girl who had once sat on his knee and cried in his arms. The little girl he was leaving behind.

“Anything,” he agreed.

-

Jake walked through the crowd holding little Tsyaya as you and Tarsem followed behind him. 

Today would be his grandchild’s introduction to the clan as well as the day he passed his mantle to Tarsem. His chest was tight, full of emotions he was desperately trying to repress. 

Mo’at waited in the middle of the clearing as her family approached, the village stood circled around her holding hands. Already wearing their traveling clothes, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk clasped joined hands at the front of the circle. You started crying as you saw your siblings, knowing it could be a while before you saw them again. 

You and Tarsem stopped, joining hands with the people as Neytiri wrapped her arm around you, holding you close. This was a celebration as much as it was a goodbye. 

“It is with happy hearts that Tarsem te Kumon Arun'itan and his mate, Y/N te Suli Neytiri’ite, announce the birth of their daughter to the people,” Jake announced, propping the cooing baby on his forearm before he held her up to the Pandoran sky.

“Tsyaya!” he called out, and the people repeated it, breaking into a prayer led by Mo’at for the baby's health and happiness. 

You gripped Tarsem’s hand, looking at him with eyes mixed with both joy and sorrow. Today would change everything. When he became Olo’eyktan, his responsibilities would change and as a father, nothing was the same. His whole life was getting upheaved in one swift movement. 

And you, your family would be gone by tonight. You would have to raise your baby without your mother’s steady hand and without your father’s laughter. Your siblings would not get to play the role of uncles and aunts until they returned, if they returned. 

“It will be okay,” Tarsem murmured as chants rose around you and tears fell. He always had the ability to read your mind.

“I know, just… don’t ever leave me, okay?” you asked.

His eyes softened, pulling you in so that your head rested on his shoulder. “Never. I couldn't if I tried.”

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[babykilo]

me when I search up x black!reader and it’s nothing but word porn

[conniesfavoritegurl]

This is so real! I just want to read some cute shit fr

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𖦹 it's a perfect snow day on your college campus, no classes, no responsibilities, just a bunch of students and a childlike joy flowing through the air. it's a legend to this day who threw the first snowball in the great fight of 2O25.

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𖦹 fem reader!! on my campus, nobody comes out of their dorms if it's even raining in winter 💔 i used this tiktok video and this tiktok video as a reference, it's hilarious!!

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aux ⟋ last christmas by cascada

snow is piled up to your ankles and flurries continue to float around in the air. ice covers the roads and sidewalks, taking over the campus like an outbreak. classes: cancelled. anything in the 20 mile radius: closed. so what are a bunch of locked in teenagers going to do on a snow day?

have some fun of course.

you and your best friend, sasha, get bundled up in your dorm room. outside the window you can view the lawn in the middle of campus. a crowd of students gather for a snowball fight. you're shaking with excitement as you toss around your closet to find your favorite scarf.

"hurry, hurry!" sasha squeals.

you laugh, "i am!!"

sasha practically drags you out of the room, skipping and squealing down the hallway. sasha starts knocking on doors as you pass, yelling out, "snowball fight on the lawn!"

doors open, people whoop and cheer. for a moment you feel like a kid again, running down the stairs to go outside and play. the cold snow blowing in your face as the double doors open doesn't even bother you.

the first thing you hear are screams and yelling. there's two teams, it looks like boys against girls. people slide around, grasping at the snow as quickly as they can before getting hit. most people have at least one blotch of snow on their coat, some even have bits in their hair. sasha pulls you along towards the girls side.

"there you are," your friend historia yells, "we gotta take em down!"

she hands you a pile of snow and you cup it in your gloves, forming a snowball. sasha throws one next to you, laughing as she watches it hit someone in the shoulder. you can't help but giggle at her hunger for violence. you gear back and throw it on your best shot. you miss. it plops onto the ground sadly, and you press your lips together.

"oh my god," historia yelps, "zeke yeager just showed up."

sasha gasps, "we're genuinely done for."

you furrow your brows, "who's that??"

"he's on the baseball team, as the pitcher."

your mouth falls open and you swallow hard. sasha looks around and you swear you can actually see a light bulb above her head.

"i have an idea, follow me."

she doesn't give you the chance to follow her before she's pulling you along, away from the crowd. she ducks behind a low stone wall like it's a spy movie.

"i'm literally genius, we can just hit them from here."

you peek across and watch as the fights still going on. by now everyone's mixed together in a full on snowball brawl. you can pinpoint historia running across the field carrying a huge snowball in both hands. you make a mental note to never get on her bad side.

beside you, sasha is prepping snowballs to throw. you start to do the same, ignoring the cold air seeping through your coat sleeves. you and sasha start to throw. you have to admit, you're getting better at it. you imagine that you're in a video game having to pinpoint the right trajectory to hit people. sasha accidentally hit one of the girls and you both had to duck behind the wall in order to stay hidden. you couldn't help but giggle.

you're about to take another snowball from the pile sasha made when you hear a large plop and sasha yelps. you whip your head around and someone threw a snowball directly to the back of her neck. half of it went down inside of her coat and you can almost feel the icy cold for her.

"i've been hit!" she dramatizes, laying her arms out and falling to the ground.

you scurry to your feet, "connie you bastard!!"

he laughs as he chases after you. he's pulled part of his coat up as a makeshift holder for a pile of snowballs he can throw. you're mad that you hadn't thought of that first. you slip and slide against the ice, trying to find a patch of snow that hadn't been scooped up yet while you try to swerve and dodge the snowballs that connie throws.

as you slow your pace and bend down to cup a snowball, you feel an arm around your waist and it pulls you up, the snowball slipping out of your hands.

"oh, no you don't."

he curls you around and you lay in his arms princess style, you kick your legs up and squeal. he chuckles as he holds you.

"let me go your jerk!" you laugh.

he looks down at you with a smile, "i've taken a hostage."

"you're evil." you laugh.

he slowly lets you down, raising up his hands in surrender, "i know."

you look into his eyes, and for a moment the only thing you can think of is how badly you want to kiss him. his eyes dart down to your own lips, you barely notice it. before you can even think about moving closer, something hits him dead in the shoulder. hard enough that he struggles to stay standing.

"hah!!! take that," historia cheers, her hands balled into fists up into the air in victory.

you reach an arm out to help him to his feet and he side smiles like a dork. he takes your hand.

"[name]!? are you fraternizing with the enemy!?" sasha yells as she runs up beside historia.

"she so is," historia laughs.

you shout, "am not!!"

"are too," connie teases.

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prompt : snowball fight

[heart-writesss]

after you and connie’s shared kiss , your crush began to grow stronger than you’d ever imagined. not a day goes by without you talking to connie about any and everything. from childhood stories to debates about conspiracy theories the conversation never runs dry and that’s what you love about him. it’s always interesting.

you were doing inventory at work and heard the entrance bell ring as you did plenty times a day. “hi welcome in!” you chirp out without even looking up. a deep familiar voice speaks out and causes you to turn around. “hello pretty girl.” connie says as you turn around and meet his eyes. he’s standing there in baggy jeans and a vintage graphic tee holding flowers and a smoothie. this isn’t the first time he’s surprised you at work. ever since he discovered your job he made it a habit to come in with the excuse of “passing by” but he knows he’s going out of his way to see you but that’s something he’ll keep to himself

“what are you doing here con? i thought you were busy with eren today.” you questioned trying not to show too much eagerness as you walk over to him. “i finished early and decided to come check on my favorite girl. got these for you.” he hands you the smoothie and you notice it’s from your favorite cafe. butterflies seem to go crazy in your stomach at the thoughtful gesture. “con thank you! how’d you even know i liked their smoothies? and these flowers are so pretty too. this is so sweet.” you gush looking up to his smiling face.

“you told me you loved their smoothies since you were a kid.” connie explains as he sets the flowers down. connie remembers everything you say. he loves just listening to you talk seemingly hanging on the edge of your every word. your energy just was so comforting and safe something connie had never experienced before in any of his past relationships. which is why he’d come to you today to formally ask you on a date. he’d taken the time to plan the perfect first date for you.

“ so do you have any plans tomorrow?” connie questions looking at you as you fiddle around behind the cash register. thinking to yourself about your plans which you came to realize was absolutely nothing you eventually tell him you’re completely free. “well since you’re not busy i wanted to ask if i could have the pleasure of taking you on a proper date?” a smile spread across your face as you nod your head.

“yes con. i will. just let me know how i should be dressed.” you tell him attempting to keep your cool not wanting to seem overly eager. he assured you he’d let you know and told you know all the details he could share without spoiling the surprise. after saying your goodbyes as connie walks out the store your coworker and best friend, maya walks in.

“is that mr. connnnnieeee?” she asks while making teasing kissing noises. you’d told her about connie but nothing too serious. you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself when it came to yalls relationship. whatever it was. but now with this upcoming date you’re too excited not to share.

“well yes it is. he just came by to see me and to well you know ASK ME ON A DATE!” you screamed jumping up and down and maya joined you immediately. it had been so long since you’ve had a serious relationship and the last one ended badly and maya was there to see you go through that tough time. she was just as excited as you were.

“okay bitch you gotta find something to wear now!” and immediately you and maya hit the racks like crazy. as you shop you can’t stop smiling at the thought of connie and what he possibly could have planned for yalls date.

[awkkwardblkgirl]

when i'm reading an anime x black read fic and an asian man is calling me "ma" and using the n word

[all-with-angel]

❥ Dragging Sukuna by the ear .ᐟ Fem reader

SUKUNA is humiliated. Absolutely disgraced, no better than a fool. There is no King here, replaced by a moron with his heart in your scheming hands.

Or more accurately, his ear in between your pinching fingers.

"I swear, absolutely nothing gets through that thick skull of yours!" You screech, dragging your husband by the ear towards the backyard where Uraume was no doubt doing the laundry.

"Unhand me you wretch-" He began, only to hiss when you twisted his ear till it was red. Your head turns to look at him, a deceptively calm poker face as you glare. "What did you call me?"

The passing servants scuttle away with their head down, not daring to look upon the fearsome king of curses be dragged around and scolded like a child, lest they become dinner later.

"Nothing, my love," He grumbles through gritted teeth, entire face starting to go red from embarrassment and the sharp pain in his ear.

You untwist his ear (but your grip stays like iron), a pleasant smile on your face. "Thats what I thought."

You continue to drag him across the hall, smiling at every passing maid as if you didn't have an eight feet tall demon trailing at your heels. There were no guards, for your husband was the security itself.

"It is not my fault that the fool bleeds red," he reasons.

"Yet you are the reason they bled!" You bite back. "Fine, I'm sure Uraume is used to your stained kimono's, but mine? MINE??" His ear twists and he hunches forward even more, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he forces himself up as to not crush you. You ignore his struggle, angrily stomping across the large estate.

"I wasn't aware that your silks had arrived and were passing by,"

"They were white silks!" You cut him off, something no other mortal could do without facing his wrath. But for you? He shuts the fuck up. "Foreign white silks! Now all stained because of your temper," a servant opens the door to the garden, you pause to thank them before continuing to drag Sukuna out. "-and your ignorance! A fool! I married a fool." You complain.

Uraume's attention easily slips away from scrubbing, their eyes widening in horrification before back to silent acceptance.

You throw your husband forward, and he stands in front of his laboring right hand, rubbing his left ear.

"Go on. Apologize." You tut.

Uraume and Sukuna's eyes widen as they realize what you were forcing your husband to do this time around.

"I will not, for I have done no wrong."

"My lady, there is no need for such apologies-"

You shush Uraume, giving them a pat on the head. "No, Uraume, this buffoon," You glare at Sukuna, who can do nothing but look away guiltily, kicking at the dirt under his feet. "Must apologize for adding onto your already heavy workload."

Sukuna immediately retaliates, chest puffing up. "I will do no such thing-"

"Sukuna Ryomen." You raise your hand, wedding band flashing dangerously in the light.

Sukuna gulps, Uraume takes a few steps back.

"Do you see this ring?"

He nods, forced to measly prey in the lions den. The lion being you.

"It will end up on the floor, as you will too, if you do not apologize to Uraume right this second." Uraume wants nothing but to sink into the floor, maybe interrupt you and insist they don't need the apology. The thought crosses their mind before they throw it out, it wouldn't do them any good. It would only fuel your anger.

"Go on." You tap your foot.

Sukuna should've killed you when he met you. Should've thrown away the seed of love you had planted in his cold, bloody heart. Unfortunately for him, he didnt. And now, the only thing he can think of when he thinks of love is you.

He swallows this pride. As he does whenever it came to you. Loyal like a dog to its sheep.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't look at me." You step aside, forcing him to look Uraume dead in the eye.

He grits his teeth. "I'm... sorry."

"Fantastic!" You clap, overjoyed at your husbands compliance. "Now that wasn't so hard wasn't it?"

Sukuna is utterly humiliated and so unfortunately in love.

A.N. Im gonna crush him with my fingers

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[rubyin-wonderland]

Swimming

opla!Zoro x gn!reader

Summary: A day at the beach can be fun, until you can't participate in certain aquatic activities.

WC: 3.3k

Warnings/tags: feeling left out, reader has a devil fruit and can't swim (my knowledge might be innacurate, sorry), one suggestive comment, nothing too bad she's fluffy, Zoro is an attentive bf because I said so

You sat on the beach, on a towel, looking out at the shining sea, crystal blue waters lapping at the shore.

The sand clung to your feet, wet from your earlier adventure into the shallows. A small collection of pretty shells and rocks sat next to you, scrounged up from the pebbled water. You leaned back on your arms, feeling the water on your legs slowly drip down onto the yellow sands. It was a perfect beach. If someone were to tell someone to imagine the perfect beach, it would not look unlike this.

A bright blue sea, layers of foam where the land met the shore and where light waves peak. A field of sand, lively yellow with a hint of brown to dull the vibrancy. On the edge of the sand, a line of palm trees that faded into a lush forest. You could hear birds deep in the forest squawking at each other, that accompanied with the sound of gentle water drifting in and out in waves making a gorgeous soundscape for your ears.

You looked out at the sea and smiled. All but one of your crewmates swam in the water, splashing each other, having fun.

You enjoyed watching them having their fun, but you still felt the ache of missing out. Luffy was off chasing a brightly coloured bird down the sand, not as bothered by his exemption from this activity.

You admired his optimism. You wished you could be less unhappy with your situation. You supposed he was more used to not being able to swim and would reasonably be more willing to let his crew have fun while he split off.

You still felt wrong. You were supposed to be in the water, like you were last time. Before that day. Before everything changed.

A lot of things had changed, and you still weren't used to it. Sometimes you felt yourself getting angry or excited, and had to calm yourself before you got out of control.

You had changed a lot. You felt strange in your body, now wielding a power you still worried about when your emotions ran high. However, that was not your concern at the moment. You were mostly grieving your swimming. You had loved to find yourself in the water, but due to your new situation, you were no longer capable of doing it.

You had loved the way everything seemed to slow down when you were in the water, the gentle waves around your body, pushing you towards the shore, the way the feeling stayed with you even on land, and the naps you used to take on the beach afterwards, waterlogged and happy. You missed it terribly.

Despite your pain about the situation, you refused to voice it. You weren't going to ruin everyone else's beach day because you couldn't swim.

The rest of the day had been fine, most of the time spent on the sand, or in the shallows, but the group wanted to go deeper, and you couldn't. Your boyfriend, Zoro, had decided to stay at first, joining you in your attempt to sunbathe, he even took a small nap, but you refused to let him miss out on the beach day because of you, even if you selfishly wanted him to.

You watched the fun from afar as the crew played in the water, a cluster of heads bobbing up and down in the water, moving back and forth. You watched as Zoro and Sanji's heads moved away from the group and swiftly returned. A race. You saw a few playful splashes exchanged between the group and Nami being hefted onto Sanji's shoulders for whatever reason.

You missed splashing the others. You missed being challenged to races and making excuses as to why you lost. You missed everything.

You must've looked disappointed, because Zoro split off from the group, trudging up the beach and kneeling in front of your towel.

His shirt was off, which made you feel a little better, seeing the trails of water shining on his bare skin. He had been shirtless the whole day in order to soak up the sun's rays of course, but he was currently covered in water, which was dripping down his body and reflecting the sun. He was shiny. Your eyes trailed over the muscles moving under his shiny skin and you smiled faintly, looking up at his face. "Hey."

"Hey yourself, what's wrong?" He spent no time trying to pretend he thought you were alright. It was apparently very evident that you weren't having fun, as his eyes searched yours. You didn't want to make him feel guilty for being able to indulge in something you couldn't, or ruin his fun by moping on the shore.

Your eyes looked guiltily towards the ground as you futilely tried to make up some stupid excuse and lie that there was nothing wrong. He just lowered his head so he could continue looking at you.

"It's nothing, Zoro. I'm just being weird." You gave him a half hearted smile, trying to convince him that you weren't upset.

That wasn't good enough for him. He leaned forward, until his forehead pressed against yours, looking up at you, and it made your heart flutter. "Zoro, you're dripping on me." You said through a hiccup of a laugh, a little flustered by his action, but making no move to push him away. He continued to lean forward and gently pushed you to the ground. You were grateful for the towel between you and the sand.

"Zoro." You tried to scold him but you couldn't help but let out a laugh after his full weight fell on you. You could feel the water soaking through your clothes. "Zoro, you're getting me wet."

"What's wrong?" He asked again, head resting on your chest. "Tell me and I'll get off." Both of you knew that he would get off if you asked him plainly, but it was a small bit of incentive for you to tell him.

"I miss swimming." He nodded on your chest, but didn't get up just yet. You struggled to find the right way to phrase how you felt. "I love my powers, they're cool and all, but I miss what it was like beforehand." You took a deep breath, ready to voice something you had yet to say out loud. "Sometimes I wish I hadn't eaten that Devil fruit."

It was well known amongst the crew that you had no choice but to eat it. At the very least, you had no choice if you wanted to save your crew, which you obviously did.

Even then, it had not been easy for you to do it. Knowing the risks and consequences, the responsibility and the pain. You still got thanks for saving the crew that day. For sacrificing your safety on the sea in exchange for the control of winds so strong they could flip a ship upside down.

You felt Zoro press a kiss to your neckline, leaving the skin wet. "I'm sorry."

He had never been good with words, but he was always able to show you his affection with his actions. Before your official beginnings as a couple, he had helped you with chores, fought close to you and even dared to talk with you, albeit about casual topics. His love language had always been acts of service and you had never forgotten it once during the length of your relationship.

He knew it too, which was why he tended to communicate his emotions with actions as opposed to words. It was easier for him.

You kissed his head in return, slicking his wet hair back first. "It's not your fault. I'd do it again one million times." You ran your fingers through the short green hair, gathering little drops of water in your fingers and flicking them into the sand. You felt him relax on you, as your fingers went through his hair over and over again. He hummed happily and you supposed he did it because nobody else was around to hear his moment of weakness.

You messed up his hair when you were done playing with it, and lightly tapped his shoulders.

"Don't let me ruin your fun, Zoro. Go back out there, merman, swim all you want." He shook his head firmly, but got up, your shirt now thoroughly soaked through and clinging to your skin. "Come with me." He insisted. "I can't swim." "I can."

Despite your confusion, he got you to strip down to the swimsuit you had on, originally to make it easier to wade as deep as you could without getting your other clothes soaked, but Zoro had already ruined that by practically using you as a towel.

Zoro turned around, exposing his back for you, legs bent, and told you to climb on. Despite your confusion, you obeyed, stepping on his thighs to push yourself up higher.

Your arms linked around his neck, legs crossed around his stomach. Your head nestled in next to his, your nose barely brushing his ear.

"You ready?" He asked. You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck in response. "Let's do this."

He walked in at first, and he was holding your legs up, but had to let go when he was about waist deep.

When he leaned forward to swim into the deeper area where the rest of your friends were convened, you moved your head beside his so that he could lift his head up to breathe. He wasn't used to swimming with someone on his back, but he adapted to it quickly. The water barely made it to your back, but your front half was completely submerged, and you pulled yourself closer to Zoro.

When he met up with the others, he straightened up again, standing on the sandy floor, allowing you to be submerged up to your shoulders. You held on tight, even though the water still wasn't that deep. If you fell under, any one of them was more than capable of retrieving you and getting you back to Zoro, or if need be, drag you to shore.

"Look who's here." Nami smiled, and you felt like you could breathe easier. You were in the water again. You resisted the urge to detach from Zoro and stand on the ground yourself, aware that if you did so, you would be helpless against the will of the sea.

"You okay?" Nami asked, looking a little worried for you. Obviously this was not an ideal situation, but she wasn't going to openly oppose what was clearly working.

"Yeah." You breathed shakily, still a little nervous yourself about the vastness of the ocean and how quickly you could be lost in it. The thought made you shiver, but you played it off as if the temperature of the water was what was bothering you, having just got up from the warm sand and hot sun.

Usopp splashed you first, sneaking up behind you with a puddle of water cupped between his hands that he flung at the back of your head, splashing your hair. You looked around to see him duck under the water and swim to the other side of the group, pretending nothing happened. You tightened your fist and a small gust of wind pushed a wave of water onto him at your command, soaking him entirely.

You felt the vibrations of Zoro's laughs under your hold as more splashes of water were exchanged. At first the splashes at you were smaller, they didn't want to make you or Zoro go under, but they soon realized that neither of you would be going down without a fight. Small splashes become waves of water that you sent back eagerly with the aid of your wind. You were laughing by the end, as water dripped from your face, hair and shoulders, leaving you completely drenched.

The water surrounding you weakened you a small bit, but not enough to deter you from your amusement. You were having too much fun to call it quits.

"Hey!"

The call came from the beach. The group turned to see what was going on, Zoro grabbing hold of your legs with one hand, your arms with the other as he turned around, making sure you didn't fall off.

On the beach, Luffy stood, looking out at the congregation, though he hardly looked upset to be missing out. He looked at you with a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face. "I want to go in too!"

Without another word from your captain, Sanji took off and let Luffy climb up on his back as Zoro had done with you, arms around his shoulders, legs crossed around his stomach. Sanji swam back in, and the crew was reunited in the ocean.

The day went on, more than enough fun was had, and as the water began to prune fingers and tiredness took over, the crew slowly left the water to go dry off, one by one, until you and Zoro were the only ones left.

You were tired as well, and definitely pruned, but the feeling of the water around you was too comforting to miss.

The sun had begun to set, painting the sky in a variety of warm colours that were reflected on the sea, creating a lovely view.

Your head rested on your arm, leaning against Zoro's head. He had refused to leave until you wanted to, weathering the conditions for your comfort and amusement.

"Enjoying the water?" Zoro asked as you watched the sunset. "Yes. Thank you." "It's nothing." He insisted. "It's nice." "Anyone capable of carrying you should do it." He brushed aside the praise with a huff. "I know some who could but wouldn't. You would. That's what matters. You're good Zoro. The sooner you admit it, the better."

You felt him sigh under you, but you could tell it was a good sigh. The kind he did when he saw your crewmates getting in an argument and he found it amusing. The kind he did after a good drink of sake. The one he did after falling away from your lips deep in the night, your name coming out in satisfied breaths.

Your heart beat faster and you wondered if he could feel it against his back the way you could feel the way he breathed and the vibrations of his voice.

When the sun was nearly gone over the horizon, a majority of the sky was purple, nearing deep blue, as vast and merciless as the depths of the ocean, The crew started a bonfire on the shore.

You saw this and decided it would be best to leave soon and huddle around the comforting warmth of the fire when a thought wormed its way into your brain.

Even though you were alone in the water, you wanted to try something. "Can I try standing in the water?" You asked softly. You could feel Zoro tense under you at the idea. "Are you sure?" He sounded reasonably doubtful, having saved you from the water before. "I know. I just want to try."

He stayed still for a moment, struck with indecision. He didn't want to risk it, but he knew that you wanted to do this. That you missed this. So he was going to support you.

And so, after wading to a slightly shallower area, he let you unwrap your legs from around his body, hanging on to him by his neck, letting your feet touch the sand, most of your body supported by the arms around his neck. He reached an arm around and moved you around so the two of you were face to face. He held out his arms so that he could catch you if necessary.

When your arms dropped from his neck and you put your full weight on your legs, they failed, and you sunk into the water.

Zoro tried to catch you as you went down, but you sank too fast, like a giant stone, going down faster than you expected. You felt helpless as your back touched the sandy sea floor and a little silly for requesting something that was obviously rigged to fail.

Zoro fell into the relatively shallow water and grabbed you from the sandy ground. You wanted to wrap your arms around him when he reached down so you could hold him on your way up, but the curse of the sea kept you from doing anything but sit limply at the bottom, waiting for help.

Zoro pulled you up above the surface, draping your arms over his shoulders. As soon as you felt strong enough to move them, you wrapped them tightly around his neck. His one arm reached up to hold the back of your head, the other under your legs as they wrapped back around him. On the beach, the patrons of the bonfire were alerted to your fall, all of them standing at the shore, feet in the water, prepared to get you if needed.

They all stood ankle deep in the water, watching the scene, and you waved a weak hand in the air to show them that you were alive, and no less worse for wear.

Zoro buried his face in the nape of your neck and held you tightly to him, arms wrapping around your back, holding you tight. "I think we should go back." You coughed out quietly, feeling the way his heartbeat had sped up.

"I think so too."

He brought you back from the water, not even bothering to move you back around. When you reached the shore he let you go, and you stepped onto the dry sand, legs stabilizing on proper land.

Zoro stayed next to you as the two of you walked towards the fire the crew had started up. They all looked nervous as you came over, like they wanted to ask why you fell, but weren't sure how to say it. You felt bad about startling them.

Nobody said anything about it and you were thankful for that, even though you knew they were all thinking about it.

In the light of the fire, you curled up next to Zoro, pressed as close as you possibly could be. He had wrapped his towel abound both of your shoulders while the two of you sat on your towel. You tentatively kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear. "Thank you for taking me out there." He looked at you when you moved away. "I'll do it again a million times as long as it makes you happy."

He looked back to the fire as if what he said meant nothing. And you supposed that, to him, it might have been nothing. A simple expression of what he was willing to do for you. No problem. But it was everything to you. You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too." He looked over when your breath hitched. "Why are you crying?" "Because you said you'd do that for me as long as it made me happy." "That's what I'm supposed to do." "I know. But I'm glad anyways." "If sitting in the water with you on my back is what makes you happy, I'll do it."

You rested your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about falling in." "Nothing to be sorry about. Luffy falls in every other day." You stayed quiet. "And you had a strong swordsman to look out for you." You could hear the soft, proud smile in his voice.

You smiled. "I know. I'm very lucky to have you." "Not nearly as lucky as I am to have you." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and in that moment, you felt a warmth spread through you, just as a light gust of wind blew over the beach, and for the first time in a very long while, you felt like yourself again.

[conniesfavoritegurl]

My heart🥹

[shanicetjn]

Saja Four

Jinu went out to grab something...

Doodled - 16 July 2025

[conniesfavoritegurl]

Names for the Saja Boys 🤭

I think the rest of the Saja boys should have real names, so here’s what I think fits them

Romance- Haru

(I literally took his name from a K drama called ‘Extra-ordinary You’)

Abby- Yoon-ho

Mystery- In-Su

Baby- Jaehyun

Jinu is still Jinu

I haven’t posted in a long time and who would’ve thought it would be for another fictional boy group 😂

[owe-143]

Hi if you are ok taking requests maybe Saja Boys cuddle headcannons? Just something really fluffy. If not that’s ok thank you! : )

✶Cuddles for

your troubles✶

A/N: Thank you for requesting hun!! I'll try to utmost best :)) tell me way this was kinda a struggle thoo. Sorry if there's mistakes, I'll proof read later haha

Warnings: very slightly suggestive. Like a salt pinch

Fluff☁💫

Saja boys (seperate) x Reader!!

Jinu!

-Awkward asf at first

-Doesn't know how to hold you without feeling like you're uncomfortable

-So just reassure him you're alright from time to time

-Laying on his chest!!

-He'll tighten his arms around you as if you'll disappear really

-if you end up sleeping he'll stare at you forever. Stroking your cheek/playing with your hair/admiring every detail of your face

-Super gentle!!

-Loves being big spoon or little spoon. Whatever you're comfortable with, he'll roll with it

-He's always there to listen if you have anything to rant about

Abs!

-let's get this out of the way. THIS MAN WILL SQUEEZE YOU

-not to the point where you'd suffocate but hell he is clingy

-loves when you sit on his lap

-once again, CLINGY. ONCE YOU'RE THERE, YOU'RE NOT LEAVING

-Secretly loves being the little spoon

-his hands will be everywhere (respectfully ofc!)

-especially your hips

-personal space?? Who's that??

-isn't the craziest affectionate person but for you he'll adjust

Romance!

-Will literally sing to you

-Loves snuggling up into your neck

-play with his hair!!

-always kissing you when ever he gets the chance.

-Turns into literal make out sessions most of the time

-Also a lap guy I think

-flirts with you non stop. Always has something to say and have you squirming

-big spoon. Idc. He'll always end up spooning you

-y'all paint each other's nails and talk shit about everyone

Mystery!

-His arms must be wrapped around you waist or clinging onto your hips

-most likely to cuddle you from behind

-he bites (Y'ALL SAW THAT BARKING SCENE DON'T TELL ME IM CRAZY)

-loves your scent so he's literally always sniffing you

-usually the one who falls asleep during a cuddle session

-also a great listener though he tends to prefer the silence

-hand holding with your fingers intertwined like Yesss>>

-such a big spoon

-if you're on your phone, he'll likely take it and chuck it😭 Damn attention seeker

Baby!

-pretty clingy too

-pokes you or tickles you

-he's really playfully so uhm he'll actually randomly start wrestling you

-maybe too obvious but little spoon guys. PLEASE-

-wrap your arms around him<33 and tell him how much you love him

-Always talking about something

-kiss his face!!!

-also doesn't know what personal space is. So he's cuddling you all the DAMN TIME

-loves laying on top of you and snuggles

[conniesfavoritegurl]

Babyyyyy🤭🤭

[shadowsviper]

He’s 100% sassy

I mean look at him… that side eye??? LMAO

[snail-day-deactivated20251016]

I fear I have gone soft, here is JJK husbands x Reader play fighting.

Satoru is, without a doubt, the most playful of husbands. Mischief practically sparkles in his bright blue eyes as he corners you, wiggling his fingers ominously before lunging. Whether you like it or not, you will be tickled. Just loves watching you scramble away, curling into a tiny, desperate ball, laughing breathlessly as you plead for mercy. But mercy isn’t in his vocabulary. Instead, he grins down at you, bright eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh? What’s this?” he coos, tilting his head dramatically. “A little snack-sized human? Guess I better show you what happens when a curse eats you.” Before you can protest, he’s on you - playfully nipping at your shoulders, your neck, even your cheeks. His teeth graze your skin between bouts of harsh tickling (he's not gentle with it, you will be bruised by morning), his warm hands squeezing your sides until you're a giggling, half-crying mess. He only stops when you're gasping for air, sprawled across the floor, cheeks flushed, and eyes watery. And even then, he kisses your forehead sweetly, whispering, “You’re too cute when you’re helpless.”

Suguru is different - rougher, slower, and far more smug. He doesn’t just play-fight with you; he toys with you. A playful smirk tugs at his lips as he effortlessly traps you, long fingers curling around your wrist as he twists your arm behind your back - gently, but with enough force to remind you that struggling is pointless. Leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Shhh, baby. Just let it happen,” he whispers a slight chuckle leaving his lips. You wince as you try to pull away. “See? If you keep squirming, it’s only going to hurt more.” The way he restrains you feels almost too easy, and it doesn’t help that his chest is pressed flush against your back, his warmth seeping into you. Then you feel it - the unmistakable hardness against you. He knows you notice, and that only makes his smirk grow. “Aw, feeling shy now?” he taunts, pressing just a little closer. Play fighting with Suguru is always a dangerous game, because he knows exactly how to turn it into something else.

Nanami doesn’t engage in nonsense - at least, that’s what he wants you to believe. But if you’re feeling particularly brave and decide to poke the bear, he’ll indulge you. Just once. He lets out a deep, exasperated sigh, adjusting his tie as he watches you with mild amusement. And then, in a single swift motion, he grabs you, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing. His large hands pin you down just long enough for you to realize - oh, he’s strong. There’s no smug teasing, no taunting - just the confidence of a man. He stares down at you with a small smirk, shaking his head. “Are you done?” he asks, voice calm, but there’s a hint at something playful in his tone. And when you huff in defiance, his lips twitch just slightly. “Good. Because I have work to do.” And yet, as he pulls away, there’s a fleeting touch - a warm palm grazing your hip, a small brush of his fingers along your cheek - that betrays just how much he enjoys indulging you.

Sukuna? Yeah, let’s not. The moment you so much as think about play fighting with him, he’s already watching you like a predator sizing up its prey. Lips curling into a sharp, nearly playful grin as he cracks his knuckles, tilting his head. “You sure about that, little one?” he muses, eyes gleaming at the challenge. If you try to land a playful shove, he’s immediately countering - grabbing your wrist so fast you barely register the movement before you’re flipped onto your back, pinned beneath his weight. His claws press lightly into your skin, enough to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with. “Tch. You’re too weak,” scoffing, though there’s something almost affectionate in the way he smirks down at you, another glint of amusement in his crimson gaze. He likes to watch you struggle, likes to see you realize there’s no winning against him. And if you pout? If you grumble that he’s being unfair? He only laughs - a deep, rich sound that vibrates through your chest as you squirm - before leaning down, lips ghosting over your ear. “Cry all you want, brat. You started this.”

[itsafairytalekay]

Toji always puts you on his back when he's doing pushups, that man says you are his warmup weight even if you weigh 90 kgs, he will come into your bedroom with his protein shake and smirk like a teenager and you know what's about to happen, you're used to this. he's putting you over his shoulder to then directly put you on his back and start doing pushups, fast af too. You just latch onto his neck for dear life and he's laughing while doing his workout.

He will also make you a dumbbell for working his biceps.

Then while doing squats he will put you on his neck.

He just wants to get a good workout in but, also spend time with his girl.

You talk to him while he's getting his workout in, literally on his neck or back and he's just responding with grunts and mhm's.

He loves how you talk so much, He just loves you too much <3

[iniqiiiluvs]

In class right now and I don’t understand the assignment like at all soooo…

JJK TEACHERS AT AN AMERICAN (predominantly black) SCHOOL

Note:there’s only one mention of Hispanic kids in Nanami I had to add Hispanic people cause they got some fire music too ‼️🔥

Gojo

It’s 50/50 with him

Some kids love him and others not so much

Isn’t hated at all tho

Has a candy stash

Some kids come in at random times to get candy

Some kid would be arguing with him and they would start laughing randomly

Then the kid would get mad again cause he laughed but they’re just like fuck it and forget why they were ever mad in the first place

Got so happy when a kid dressed up as him for “dress up as a teacher day”

(I think that’s what it’s called )

He don’t take phones he just lets them and if they miss the lesson…Oh well 🤷🏾‍♀️

Nanami

Is so so so loved by the girls

With the boys..it’s 60/40

Some dude dapped him up and he was SOOOOOO Awkward

Will not stand for misogyny or racism (he would stand for anything discriminatory but as a teenage girl these are the things I hear the most)

A lil boy saying something about a girl in the class calling her a bop,bitch,or just being mean in general is a instant write up

Some edgy non black boys calling a black person the n word or making slave “jokes” is another write up

He don’t play about that shit

Loves the music the black and Hispanic kids put him on

Someone recommended “boogie wonderland” and he loves it sm

Is good with the kids with anger issues

Principal Yaga

Nope I’d say only 20% of students would like him and that’s being generous 💀

He’s funny sometimes

You’ll always hear a student talking shit about him

Yeah

Utahime

70/30

Also more popular with the girls

she’s unintentionally funny

Also one of those teachers who you would hear her name everywhere but you wouldn’t see her until later in the year lol

Always has music playing in her class

Strict but nice

Let’s students touch up their makeup

SHOKO

Let’s students with bad mental health stay at her office

Cares about all kinds of health fr

Never smokes on school grounds one cause it’s illegal and two she doesn’t wanna hurt her patients

Low key gets scared when kids come in from a fight

Not of them but fights be getting serious and she doesn’t want anything life threatening to happen

[bluumey]

Last week of school, I can share some spider crumbs now