the ep9 leak was awful and I'm so sorry it happened. You didn't deserve that and you especially didn't deserve the chaos that followed from a fandom that doesn't know how to act.
Losing passion for something you poured your heart into because of stuff like this is genuinely one of the saddest things I've read. Because what you made with TADC is incredible. Characters with real depth, a storyline that's genuinely compelling, a concept that's completely original and voice acting that just adds to the show for what it is.
I love this show from top to bottom. Story, characters, personalities, concept, performances, all of it. I hope you find your way back to loving it, because it deserves to be celebrated by the person who imagined it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 in which you assume that your crush is your twin brother’s boyfriend (which is definitely not the case)
warnings/tags: everyone is extremely ooc (especially Megumi and Yuta) for the sake of my funniness, many many gay jokes, wrong itafushi??, mentions of making out, cussing, kys jokes, reader and yuji sibling duo (again cuz I love them), reader is a fucking dumbass, some grammar mistakes (that’s embarrassing), nobamaki mention
a/n: why the fuh is this so long💔 math can wait this is lowk more important
synopsis: when five year old megumi is the only person who’s can calm you down during your existential crisis
tags/warnings: yuji’s twin sister!reader, older brother!choso, older brother!sukuna, reader and yuji are five years old, choso is eleven years old, sukuna is fifteen years old, I do not support Melanie Martinez, cussing, NO ACTUAL ROMANCE THESE ARE LITERAL CHILDREN, MEGUMI ONLY HAS A CRUSH ON READER THAT’S IT
If Choso had one wish, it would definitely be to die.
Actually, no- his number one wish would be to stop playing babysitter while his brother cooked them lunch. Watching two five-year-olds run around the house was not as fun as you’d think.
It was more of you and Choso watching Yuji trash the house, though. Choso sighed as his little brother flung legos back and forth across the living room, while his little sister sat quietly on the couch, watching some random cartoon in content.
He craned his head back, watching Sukuna move around the kitchen. How much longer was he going to have to do this?
His gaze flickered back to you. For the past thirty minutes, you had been absentmindedly feeding your pet cat, Bibble (thanks to Yuji, who had stolen the Barbie movie dvds you had gotten as a birthday gift from Sukuna), treats every so often.
You’d reach into the box, and throw your hand off the side of the sofa and await Bibble to lick it up from your hand. The problem with this system was that your cat would take the treat from you, circle round the couch several times, then come back for another treat.
Choso smirked. “Y’know, [N/N], if you feed Bibble too much, she’ll grow reaaallly big and burst like a balloon.”
You dropped the box, head slowly turning to face him.
“WHAT?” You let out a shriek of absolute horror.
“No- [N/N], I was just joking-”
What Choso didn’t expect from his tiny prank was for you to burst out crying, warm tears streaming down your face almost instantly. Maybe he should’ve thought that through before making a joke about your cat exploding into a tiny million flesh pieces because you were feeding your cat.
Once a wail escaped your lips, Sukuna whipped around from his spot from the stove, making Choso and Yuji freeze.
“What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do.”
“I was joking!” Choso explained, hands moving around animatedly. The dark haired boy was scared for his life, and he was actually considering running out the front door.
As if you were replying to his response, you started to sob even more dramatically than you were before.
Yuji patted your legs with a stubby hands. “Don’t cry, [N/N]!”
The boys spent the next forty minutes trying to stop you from crying. And when they say nothing worked, they mean absolutely nothing worked.
Snacks? Choso got a slap to the face, and man, you had a mean right hook, even at five.
Your favourite toy? You almost smashed the TV with it.
Picture of your parents?- okay that one was just a bad idea in general, it almost made all of them cry with you.
Now you were in sukuna’s arms, tiny hands clutching his shirt and fat tears rolling down your cheeks and onto his sleeve.
“What the fuck, Choso? Why would you tell her Bibble would explode?”
“Oooo, you cussed.” Yuji murmured.
“Shut up, brat.”
“I didn’t think she’d start crying!” Choso whined, running his hands through his hair.
“She’s five!”
You started babbling a load of nonsense, causing sukuna’s gaze to soften. You really were his one and only sister.
He quickly caught himself, expression hardening again.
Your mumbles were muffled by your sobbing, but yuji heard something along the lines of ‘gumi’, and he already knew what to do.
He sprinted past Sukuna, ducking under his brother’s arm, causing him to yelp sharply. “Where the fuck are you goin’?”
Yuji jumped as high as he could, and snatched Sukuna’s phone right off the kitchen counter.
“Y’little shit!” Sukuna cursed, setting you down on the couch, still crying. He chased Yuji around the house in an attempt to get his phone back, to no avail.
Choso crouched down beside you, pouting. “I’m sorry, [N/N].”
Your legs dangled off the sofa, lip still quivering, threatening to burst into tears once more.
Suddenly, Sukuna’s phone connected to your large TV, already screen sharing the face time app.
You didn’t know how to read long ass words yet, but Choso did.
Contact name: Toji Fushiguro.
Why did he have Toji Fushiguro on his phone, you may ask? Sukuna didn’t bother to remember the spiky haired kid’s name, but a few years ago his dad had given him the kid’s dad’s number.
Now, why did Yuji know Sukuna had this number? I don’t know.
It rang several times before someone who was in fact not Toji Fushiguro picked up the phone.
Megumi’s face was squished up against the camera until he pulled it away. The boy was playing a game on his father’s phone, and he had just so happened to be the one to pick up.
Yuji tripped, and Sukuna’s phone flew across the room.
“Ah, shit-”
His phone barely missed the ceiling fan, and landed straight into your lap.
Choso held up the phone so your face would come into the view. “Hey, [Name], look! Who’s that?”
You sniffled, rubbing your eyes. “Megi?”
“Hi, [N/N].”
You were five, and his name was a few syllables too long for you to comprehend. The nickname had stuck ever since choso was trying to teach you say Megumi’s name but sneezed mid way.
You grabbed the phone gently from your older brother’s hands, waddling away and into your room, forgetting that the device was still synced to the TV screen. Just ten minutes ago you were crying your head off, and now you were talking about the new pokemon game Choso had bought. He nodded and shook his head as responses instead of actually answering your questions. He had just finished his lunch and was probably on the verge of falling asleep himself.
Your three brothers watched as you started yapping about whatever to Megumi as he stared blankly at the screen.
The even caught a tiny smile growing on baby gumi’s face.
“They look so cute!” Choso cooed at your now beaming face on the screen.
“If they end up dating you owe me $100.”
“Bet.”
a/n: literally dreamt of this and cried when I woke up wtf
chuuya is genuinely so easily ragebaited it’s almost embarrassing.
you’re sitting on the couch with him, some random tv show playing that you’re both not paying attention to.
‘chuuya?’ his head turns to you at the sound of your voice. ‘yeah?’ he says. completely clueless of what’s about to come over him.
‘do you ever wish that you’re strong?’ you ask him like it’s the most normal thing in the world, not letting him see your true intentions.
‘baby, what are you saying.’ he’s still genuinely confused as shit, the whole sentence hadn’t gotten to him, yet.
‘do you ever wish that you were strong.’ you repeat yourself, and now it starts sinking into him.
‘did you hit yer head or somethin’? i am strong. i basically fight to make a living, i could knock a guy out cold with one measly punch.’ at this point he’s not even convincing himself. you’re not laughing or anything, do you think he’s weak or something?
he didn’t get mad like you kind of expected, he’s just in utter disbelief right now.
‘baby i’m so confused, am i not strong? i can pick you up with one arm, no? is that somethin’ everyone can do? don’t ya think i’m strong enough?’
he's lowkey stressing himself out, he'd probably go on for ages if you didn't tell him it was a joke soon enough.
‘chuuya, babe. i’m just messing with you.’ you say through a giggle, reassuringly patting his back.
he lets out a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding, he sits back against the couch and rethinks all his life decisions.
‘thank god. i felt like an idiot just now.’ he runs a hand through his hair, still not fully grasping what happened in the previous minutes.
chuuya seriously believes the bullshit you tell him on occasion. and won’t realize your messing with him until you tell him.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i have genuinely lost the plot bro i don't know wtf i'm doing atp.
hii I didn't see that prompt 8 was taking so for day 11 or bonus 2 cuddling with chuuya? so sorry if this is already taken, I just saw it wasn't! have a nice day :)
ft. chuuya x gn!reader
⟢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: lazy morning with chuuya.
⟢ 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 of my valentine’s event! ⤦
prompt eight, cuddling in the morning.
mornings when chuuya didn’t have to work for the day were the best mornings.
you could always convince him to stay in bed with you, as long as you liked.
and he complained sometimes, saying you should have a more ‘productive morning’ than this, but he always obliged after you nudged him a bit.
he always folded under no pressure, he can’t resist your cute face when you pout at him, that’s his weakness.
chuuya had taken a well needed day off, no mafia business at all, even making a few phone calls was completely off the list.
after your constant nagging for him to take a break once in a while, allowing him to sleep in for as long as he’d like, making sure to rest his muscles well after working himself to the bone these past weeks.
he always made late hours, coming home when you’re asleep and leaving before you woke up.
you missed him alot, you didn’t know the last time you had a proper conversation with him, not even having taken a good look at his face all these weeks.
you woke up before him, which was unusual if it were any other day, but he deserved the rest.
the morning sunrise enveloped the bedroom in a warm glow, streaks of sunlight stretching along the messy bed.
decorative pillows thrown to the edge of the bed and some fallen to the floor. the thick duvet was bunched up into a ball, barely covering both your bodies.
chuuya laid on his side, one arm under his head and the other hanging over your waist.
you held a had out to swipe away some stray hairs falling on his cheek, then lightly brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.
you pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips, admiring his content sleeping face.
he looked so at peace like this, no crease in his brow, chest rising and falling with every soft breathe he took.
you wished he’d take a break more often, not working himself to the bone with every passing day.
you stayed like this for a long while, your index finger softly tracing his features, from the tip of his nose to the edge of his sculpted jaw. peppering light kisses all over the skin of his face and neck.
you pressed one last kiss to his lips as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the sunlight pouring in the room.
‘g’morning, love.’ you mumbled, giving him a light peck on each of his eyelids. ‘mornin’ babe, what time ‘s it?’ he said through a yawn, stretching his limbs for a second then wrapping both his arms around you in a tight embrace.
‘mm, don’t know, didn’t check yet.’ you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him even closer to you.
he tried to roll over to the other side to check the digital alarm clock for the time, but you stopped him by swinging a leg over his hip and pulling his face to your chest.
‘don’t you dare move, ‘m putting you on house arrest today.’ you heard a laugh coming from chuuya, muffled by his face being smothered by your chest.
‘house arrest, seriously?’ you could listen to chuuya’s morning voice forever, deeper and raspier than normal, always putting you in a trance everytime he spoke.
‘mhm, y’re not allowed to do anything today.’ you hugged his head even closer to you, wrapping your other leg around him too so you held him like you were a koala, and he was the tree.
he moved one hand from your waist to rub the expanse of your exposed thigh, tracing random shapes on the skin with the soft tip of his fingers, only he knew what he was writing on your skin, no one else, not even you could decipher it.
you laid like this for a long while, the sunlight casting a gentle warmth over your bodies, paired with chuuya’s natural bodyheat seeping into you, paired together for the perfect amount of warmth without needing a duvet to cover you.
the only noise was the occasional breeze passing through the slightly open window, and soft breathing from both you and chuuya.
you could stay like this forever, with chuuya in your embrace, so impossibly close together, bodies moulded together like a puzzle piece,
you nearly fell asleep like this, chuuya’s soft breathing almost lulling you back to dreamland, the comfortable warmth of his body always made you so sleepy.
if it weren’t for chuuya having moved himself to sit up, slipping himself out of your tight embrace, you would’ve fallen asleep right there and then.
‘c’mon baby, don’t fall asleep on me now. didn’t take a day off to watch you sleep all day.’ he pressed kisses all over your face, finishing with a tender one on your lips.
you leaned into the hand he had on your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip before kissing you again.
‘lay with me a little longer, missed you alot.’ you moved him to lay down flat again, allowing you to rest your head on his bare chest.
‘ ‘kay, baby. but i’ll make us breakfast in a bit.’ you gave him a nod, wrapping your arms around his waist to prevent him from moving.
he put one hand on your head, raking his fingers through your messy hair, the other finding it’s way back around your waist.
you moved your head so that your ear was against his sterum, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
the beating of his heart was a sound you’d never ever get tired of, it was always so soothing to hear, you didn’t know why, but it just was.
laying on his chest always put you at peace after a long day, it made you forget all the bad things that happened on that day, simply focusing on the thumping of his heart.
chuuya loved having your head on his chest, his hand raking through your soft hair strands, sometimes he even attempted to make a small braid, but it would always fall out on it’s own.
he could hold you like this forever, and he’d die a happy man doing it.
the silence that filled the room wasn’t awkward, but comfortable. you didn’t need to talk to fill the room with sound, it was perfect as it is.
your finger had started tracing hearts on his chest, much he like he was doing early, but on your thigh.
after every finished heart, you pressed a kiss on the light red marks left by your nail, continuing for a while until—
chuuya fell asleep.
you noticed his hand had stilled on your head, and his breathing was slower than before. but you didn’t think he’d actually fall asleep, he literally told you not to fall asleep earlier, so he was breaking the promise you made to him.
in the moment it was the funniest thing ever to you, you still couldn’t believe he fell asleep, minutes prior to telling you to stay awake.
you took this rare moment to reach for your phone, being very careful not to wake him up.
you opened the camera app, double checked if the flash was off, it’d be really bad if he caught you doing this, and you took a ton of pictures of his cute sleeping face, from all angles, even some with the 0.5 camera.
after silently giggling to yourself at these pictures, you clicked your phone off and laid yourself on his chest again.
not too long after this, you also fell asleep.
neither of you woke up until much, much later. with chuuya frantically shaking your shoulders to wake you up.
he promised to himself to not stay in bed with you so long, but you knew that promise wouldn’t last very long.
⟢ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: waking up to chuuya would fix me.
How many chapter would these fic get? Like I know you said they're only ideas but do you have like an idea of how many chapters they'd get? And FYODOR as history teacher?? uhm SIGN ME TF UP
Your writing is honestly one of the best I've ever read RARFAWTAGHSJSK
xoxo
I honestly love royalty AUs sm I'm tweakingggg why are there no fics 😩
About the question on how many chapters they'd get is difficult to answer, but I did say I have many scenarios in my head for the Highschool AU, so for that one lets tone it down to 40 Chapters (I'm thinking about 60 but who knows)? It depends on my wordcount per chap. And for the Royal AU maybe 30 to 40—again, it depends.
I think I'll start drafting the Highschool AU in my semester break and try to get as much work as possible done, since I won't have much time for that when my exams come up.
Thinkin’ about CHUUYA — who will always buy you lipsticks and lip balms in the prettiest shades.
Soft rose, deep wine, glossy cherry — he remembers which ones make your eyes light up and which ones you absentmindedly chew off when you’re stressed.
This man straight-up refuses to let you carry anything.
Your phone? In his pocket.
Your keys? Already clipped to his belt.
Your lipstick — oh lord, the lipstick—is definitely his responsibility.
Your need to reapply? He’s already there.
Gloved fingers curl under your chin, gentle but certain, tilting your face up toward him. He squishes your cheeks just enough to make your lips pout, a quiet little “stay still” in his eyes, before he glides the color across your bottom lip with careful precision. He’s staring at you so intensely it’s almost embarrassing—like looking away would be some kind of sin he refuses to commit.
Your lipstick is smudged?
A soft click of his tongue. A tiny frown. Then his thumb brushes your mouth, slow and deliberate, wiping the edge clean. He doesn’t even realize he’s leaned closer until you’re sharing the same breath, his voice low and fond.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, “can’t have you walking around lookin’ anything less than perfect.”
And when he’s done—when he caps the lipstick and slips it back into his coat—he presses a quick, almost smug kiss to your lips, just enough to seal it. “There,” Chuuya says, satisfied.
“Now you’re mine again.”
Making out with him with lipstick on is practically a ritual — slow, heated kisses that leave color smeared along his mouth, his jaw, the collar of his shirt — marks he wears like trophies.
You drag him down by the collar, laugh breathless against his lips, and he lets it happen, lets you ruin him, hands firm at your waist like he’s grounding himself while you paint him in evidence.
Chuuya loves it — loves catching his reflection later and seeing proof that you were there, that you claimed him — because every stain is yours, and every time he buys you a new shade, it’s already with the knowledge that it won’t stay on you for long.
Highschool AU!BSD x Reader where the romance is mainly skk x reader, but the story is focused on a lot of characters, so it has a variety of different scenarios
I usually don't really engage in Highshool AU's but I can't get the idea out of my head and am feeling really hyped abt it.
I'm currently thinking about drafting this fic, a Chuuya Nakahara x Reader fic and a Royal AU!BSD x Reader, (also a Baby Saja x Reader one but I'm still unsure) so the only question left is...
Which one should be the first to get drafted/published?
Hi Em! I absolutely love your bsd book on Q so far, and I was wondering when you were gonna update it bc I loved the angsty/fluffy last chapter
I also wanted to ask if you are planning other books (if we may have lil peeks, that would be AMAZING) because your writing is honestly one of the best I've read so far
SMOOCH AND BYE
Hi hun <3
I'm so glad you guys like my book so far, and I honestly am not sure when I'll update it, but probably in 1-2 weeks or so bc I got midterms coming up.
Yes, I am in fact working on new books. One is a bsd royal AU and the other a Chuuya Nakahara x Reader one. But I'm still drafting so the books' storylines aren't nearly done yet — you'll just have to enjoy Our Guide to Light because it will take a long while for me to draft my new books, considering that I am planning to write all the chapters be4 posting so you all get regular updates.
I just dropped by to tell youthat I alr love your book on quotev/wattpad even tho its still in its beginning phase, I LOVED THE LAST CHAOTER IT WAS SO ANGSTY BUT FLUFFY TOO SJJDJSJS I absolutely adore the dynamics between the reader and dazai
keep up the good work champ 💪 ❤️🔥
Awww thank you sm for the sweet words 💕 it means a lot to me, considering the book is still in a really early phase. Thank you so much for your support.
I'll get to drafting soon, might even be able to post a new chapter of our guide to light in the next two weeks, we'll see.
would anyone happen to know more about this? it's apparently a bsd game that's in beta in CN 👀
I don't have much information, other than I thiiiink you play as a character in the Port Mafia and work alongside the other characters.
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