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[nnnyxie]

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[nnnyxie]

i think bokuto would be the type of boyfriend to gas out the room.

like you’re chilling in bed, maybe reading a good book, and all of a sudden there’s a large “brrt” with the worse stench following after.

[sweethearticism]

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traps fairy!reader in a jar... now you're his greatest obsession.

𝓒𝐰. nerdjo · yandere themes · experimentation ( not on reader ) · creepy satoru · oddly fluffy · stockholm syndrome · worship · slight idolisation · satoru's so whipped it's kinda cute

 𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo loved picking apart magical beings. figuring out how they work. how he could use their supernatural capabilities in alchemy and artifice trades alike. he's got magical body parts stuffed in jars and rowed on his shelves. from unicorn horns to vampire teeth, dragon eyes and goblin hands. but above all, he's been awed by the mythical, elusive fairy. he's got an entire taxidermy wall of butterfly wings in dedication to them.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo has been obsessed with fairies from a young age. from fairytales to frightening fascination, he's now driven himself mad trying to capture one. he'd honed all of his skills, yet still couldn't get his hands on one… until you came along.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo knew that he needed to have you the second he saw you. prancing around the flowers in his garden, pretty and as peaceful as you could be. you even gave him a little smile from your hiding spot. he pretended not to see you, even as his chest fluttered. but in his eyes? you were perfect.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo was surprised that the sweet treat on a mushroom top trick worked.

"well, aren't you the prettiest little thing?" he cooed on that fateful day he trapped your wing under his thumb. while you squirmed in the thick blades of grass.

his sharp grin loomed above you. watching you over the rim of his copper-framed glasses. and within his eyes, you saw something that terrified you.

hearts.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo perfectly prepared your jar. he cushioned the bottom with soil and moss. a slab of bark laid on side, with a network of flourishing, pink mushrooms growing along its length. a polished pebble for you to perch on, right beside the singular, blooming daisy where you could sleep. he wasn't a monster, after all…

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo watched you with fascination as you tapped on the glass helplessly, your wings batting and your tears shimmery. so fairy dust was real.

"please."

your tiny hands smacked into the glass. peering up at the man as he sat at a table and chair. "please, why won't you let me go? I'll do anything."

he had scooped the jar into his hand, levelling you with those terrifying blues. "now, why would I let something so pretty go?" he crooked his head, snowy hair dangling to the side.

"i've waited for you for many years, sweetheart. don't be selfish."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo would give you everything you ever needed. food wasn't an issue, every day, he fed you something new. a juicy strawberry. honey and puffballs. mango slices. crackers. one time he even tried to hold you in his palm and feed you a small piece of vanilla cake.

you bit him.

he smiled.

"I suppose even pretty things can be feisty." his grip tightened on you, ever so slightly. a thumb brushing over your wings that fluttered erratically.

"let me go! you monster!" you squeaked.

he tutted, stroking his thumb over your back in a tender path. "sshhh, sweet thing. you'll bruise your little lungs…"

he continued the motion until your wreckless squirming melted. your head limped on his knuckle, your limbs still, and your head droopy.

he chuckled, carefully scooping you back into your jar. "thankfully, I've studied your kind extensively. I know you intimately, sweetheart."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes lets you out of the jar, but only when you have manners. he doesn't have to worry about you flying away, because he always so meticulously ties your wings with a silk ribbon.

"remain still for me, okay?" he hushed at you, kissing your head as you thrashed and shouted at him.

he even tied it into a pretty bow, before he set you atop one of his books.

"why do you do this?" you huffed, balling your little fists as you helplessly tried to flutter your wings. "how can you be so twisted to keep me here?"

satoru always spoke to you as if you were a flower. even lowering his head to be at eye level with you. lashes fluttering, almost droopy in the presence of your beauty.

"am I so twisted for being in love with you?"

the way your eyes gaped at him made him smile. he brought his pinkie to gently poke at your head. "what? am I?"

"you're insane…" your murmur sounded frightened. fear looked pretty on you, too.

"maybe," his voice lowered to a whisper. "or maybe I'm just very dedicated to my work."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo made little tools out of silver to help fix your hair. he'd do the usual routine of scooping you out of the jar, tying your wings and sitting you on his palm, before he set to work on carefully helping you.

"I made these for you." he'd say affectionately.

and when you didn't respond, he blow a bit of air onto your wings until you squirmed and giggled.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo makes sure to let you have a little soak in one of his favourite teacups with some warm water. no, he doesn't peep at you. he's not a creep. a pretty little lady like yourself needs her privacy, after all.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes takes you out to dance you around the windowsill when the moon shines just right. he lets you hold onto his pinkies. twirls and dips you all night long. treating you as delicate as a flower as he watches you with awestruck eyes.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo brings you bundles of flowers to drink nectar from. he'll nudge your chin up so gently with his index nail and feed you himself. makes sure you don't choke.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo wraps you up in his glasses cloth when it gets too cold, or sometimes even scoops you into his pocket where you can nap to the sound of his heartbeat.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo despite being so gentle, would remind you what kind of man he was. not all of the times he plucked you from the jar were for your benefit.

at times, he'd tie your wings a little tighter. laying you out on a leather-bound notebook and analysing you piece by piece.

"fascinating," he mumbled, prodding at your arm with a flat, wooden stick. applying pressure. testing. "your limbs are stronger than they look. is it your magic, I wonder?"

he spoke about wanting to take you apart. bit by bit, to understand you better. when you gave him a horrified look, he chuckled, cocking his head as he tickled your wings.

"what, sweetheart? wouldn't it be intimate?"

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo wouldn't ever hurt you. he didn't think he had it in him. you were too soft, too elegant, too pretty. it broke his heart whenever he'd see you weeping in your jar.

"don't cry… please don't cry," he'd whisper as he laid his head beside the jar. watching you with sullen blue eyes.

you'd cry for him to let you go, and it ached a deep part of him.

"I can't. I'm sorry, sweet thing." his lips brushed the glass, a sincere apology from a man so sadistic. "I need you." came his shaky breath.

"I need you here. with me. please don't hate me."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo saw you staring at the wall of wings while he worked, once. silent and wide eyed.

he sorely misinterpreted you, tilting his head with a crooked smile. "do you like any of them?"

scooping you out of the jar, he cradled you in his palm. "I could make you a dress… would you like that?"

your look of horror bewildered him, and when tears streamed down your face, he rushed to soothe you. brushing away your tears with a petal plucked from a flower on his desk.

when you told him why you wept— because you thought the wings were your fallen brethren, his face twisted. almost disgusted that you could compare your pristine, perfect wings to those baneful butterflies. still, his shoulder shook with a little laugh. he found it morbidly amusing.

"oh, my sweetheart. of course not," he cooed at you. "those are butterflies. you are the only fairy I've had in my grasp."

pale lips brushed your little head, ever delicate. as he whispered. soft, lovingly.

"that's why you're so special to me."

you didn't look too convinced. your small sniffles broke his heart, so he sighed as he gently nudged you over. till you were slumped over his thumb and forefinger.

"sweetheart, please don't insult yourself so," he lightly scolded. "butterfly wings are so brittle. so dull. but yours…"

his other index slowly, tenderly brushed down your spine. tracing your wings in that same gentle, sick fascination he always had.

"yours are pristine. delicate… perfect."

his shaky breath tickled your wings, and they twitched. his throat ran dry. heart hammering a bit faster at this little, intimate moment.

with a gentle squeeze to you, he leaned down. pressing a slow, velvet kiss to your wings. smiling into them as they fluttered and you pitched a whine.

"see?" satoru breathed, lips brushing over their little twitches. his smile was soft, sick.

"these are all mine. my special little sweetheart."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. art cred: @/poafie (ig)

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[nnnyxie]

wait cause i actually love this…

[smauifulike]

MONEY MONEY MONEY

jjk x reader smau (satoru, shiu, suguru, choso, sukuna)

The things you will do for some cash... me too twin, the economy is tough 😪

Contains: lots of crack and jokes, suguru runs a legit cult, Tyler catastrophe mention, taking advantage of people with lots of money 🤑

[nnnyxie]

the tyler catastrophe mention killed me

[sveraia]

" they're just allegations. right? " pt.4 wherein the boys confess, the reader makes them sweat for it, and the allegations finally become official. tw : confessions (finally), apologies, mutual pining, emotional vulnerability, second chances, forgiveness and happy endings. includes : gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna part 1 part 2 part 3

a/n : aaanddd part 4 is finally out !! tbh i didn't think it would have 4 parts, let alone guess that it would blow up and you guys would love it this much!! i appreciate all yall sm <3 !! also 1k likes on part 1?? INSANE you people keep being nice to me and i'm gonna start writing your names in my wedding vows taglist : @mrskamikazekaito @galagcica @slasherscream @sleazysaltedcat @monacosprince @shankzs @callmekda @badtrinia @spookyeomgoose @degagethot @winkii @mindaysha @mellsfern @alebrasil0101 @aiko-oba@princess-rueee @silentfriday @spookyeomgoose @corvid007 @whotfisaba @audreygottheautism @luxxsoda @soggyfeetandcoldtoes @kn1n3 @xoscrumcheousxoxo @d1tsyngel @annicishana @dkrjghfnsn @doucheflamingo @bananananana07@siilentniightiingale @ryeoxuexii @scorpiankh @illustriousmonstervampire @prettyb4by1638 @femmeinomenon @nnnyxie i hope i didn't miss anyone, if so please comment, i'll add you to the taglist !

[nnnyxie]

YIPPEE YAYAYAYAYAYYAYA YIPPEEEEEE

[sveraia]

' all the ways we say i love you ' pt.3 wherein the men get jealous, possessive and painfully aware of their own mistakes. tw : jealousy, hurt/no comfort, poor communication, possessiveness, regret beginning to set in, men facing the fallout of their own actions, reader standing her ground part 1 part 2

a/n : part 3 is finally hereeeeeeeee how are we feeling chat??? i owe everyone an apology for the alarming number of insta story reposts in this chapter. i swear i spent HOURS trying to figure out how to translate five different jealousy scenarios into a smau format without making them all feel identical 😭

what do we think? do we call it off or forgive them?

(also i think this is how taglists work?)

TAGLIST : @mindaysha @mellsfern @alebrasil0101 @aiko-oba @princess-rueee @silentfriday @spookyeomgoose @corvid007 @whotfisaba @audreygottheautism @luxxsoda @soggyfeetandcoldtoes @kn1n3 @xoscrumcheousxoxo @d1tsyngel @winkii @annicishana @dkrjghfnsn @mrskamikazekaito @doucheflamingo @bananananana07 @siilentniightiingale @ryeoxuexii @scorpiankh @illustriousmonstervampire @prettyb4by1638 @femmeinomenon

[weirdergirlbrina]

It all started with a stupid, offhanded comment.

You’re all sat around Issei’s table, a rare occasion where everyone actually managed to be home at the same time.

Food and drinks are scattered everywhere, conversations overlapping, the kind of comforting chaos that only happens when no one has anywhere else to be.

You’re well into the night, many drinks and stories shared, when the topic of marriage pops up.

“Mattsun will be the last to get married, I’ll be the first obviously” Oikawa says confidently, swirling the half empty bottle in his hand, smug as ever.

Issei quirks an eyebrow at that, “What? Why?”

The brunette just shrugs easily, “You’re not the marriage type”

And with that, the hours crawl by & no one brings it up again.

The conversation moves on, but Issei doesn’t let it go.

The next morning while everyone sleeps off their hangovers, you and Issei clean the kitchen together in comfortable silence.

“So,” he starts quietly, bumping your hip with his own, “Will you marry me?”

You nearly drop the bottles in your hand, eyebrows scrunched together instantly, “..Huh?”

He laughs at your expression, shooting you a real charming grin, “For the bit”

“Is this about Toru’s stupid comment?”

“I can’t let it slide,” he says flatly.

You roll your eyes, huffing out a laugh, “You’re so stupid”

“I’ll pay for everything”

You stare at him for a second, his stupidly handsome face split into that easy grin, warm brown eyes that make your heart beat just a little harder.

You sigh, smile pulling at your lips despite yourself, “Fuck it. For the bit.”

That’s how you find yourself at the courthouse a few days later, getting legally married.

Makki had laughed when Issei told him the plan, immediately calling dibs on being the officiant, like it was a true honor instead of an incredibly stupid life decision.

Iwa was more reluctant to participate, “This is serious. Like, legally binding serious. You know that, right?” he had tried to reason, to no avail.

An hour or so later, after many signatures and a ceremony that somehow managed to be both official and completely unserious, you’re walking out of the courthouse as a legally married couple.

Makki insists on a “celebratory photoshoot,” which mostly consists of him yelling directions like, “KISS YOUR WIFE!” while Iwa fights back a laugh.

The four of you come together for a selfie, squeezed together tightly and each grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

After, Iwa leans in to look, then lets out a breathy laugh, “God, this is so fucking stupid”

Issei glances at you, still smiling, “You regret it yet?”

You bump his shoulder, grinning, “Hmmm.. Give it a few minutes”

He laughs, slipping his hand into yours gently.

When you glance up at him, cheeks warming, you can’t help but notice the soft look in his eye.

And before you can make sense of the feeling blooming in your stomach, “Sent!” Makki announces, holding up his phone like a proud mother.

“Now let’s go celebrate the happy couple”, Iwa teases, playfully rolling his eyes, “Dinners on me”

By the time you’re seated, the table is already chaotic again.

Food comes and goes, laughters spilling out in every direction, and Oikawa is actively blowing up everyone’s phones with increasingly dramatic messages like he wasn’t the entire reason this happened in the first place.

“Do we block him?”, you ask at some point, half-joking.

“Oh I blocked him 10 messages ago”, Iwa huffs out, stealing a piece of meat from your plate.

So everyone follows suit, setting their phones down and choosing peace over the drama queen, laughing away and sharing a meal.

By the time the suns setting, you all end up stumbling back into Issei’s apartment, thanks to way too many congratulatory drinks from strangers and Makki insisting “it’s rude to deny them”.

Iwa kicks off his shoes with a sigh, “I’m never going along with any of your stupid plans again”

Makki flops onto the couch, “You say that like you really got a choice”

Issei closes the door behind you, still holding your hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

And for whatever reason, that part doesn’t feel like a joke anymore.

You smile up at your new husband, stomach flipping, “So..”

He tilts his head slightly, that familiar amused look in his eye, “You’re not asking for a divorce already, are you?”

And somehow, that makes your stomach do that funny little thing again.

Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

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A/N: based off that stupid post from earlier, enjoy !

also leaving y/n’s relationship w Issei (pre-forthebitmarriage lol) open for interpretation bc it’s more fun that way

[nnnyxie]

i love seeing who likes my posts cause one will be “cuteprincess2000” and the other will be “gojosweepingasshole”

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Oh absolutely

[naturalkillercyborg]

Image 1: ID A tiktok screenshot with a woman putting a finger up to her lips captioned with "I feel like being a weird girl is cutesy and quirky for skinny girls and a bottomless pit of despair for plus sized girls".

Image 2 ID: A screenshot of Tumblr tags reading "absolutely. I feel like half of the girlypops who post endlessly about 'female rage' and 'girlhood is trauma' would never survive a day in the body of a fat 12 yr old girl". End ID

[weirdergirlbrina]

rage baiting Atsumu & the second he reacts saying “grown ass man by the way” to piss him off more

[nnnyxie]

need a new phone bad cause mine is tweaking

[nnnyxie]

BF TEXTS WITH NANAMI

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ily kento

[hckzee]

miya atsumu didn't believe in love at first sight until it happened to him.

he and osamu made it to school by the skin of their teeth, just before the physical education teacher closed the gate. the twins shared a look of relief before both grabbed each other by the collar.

"ya almost made us late, 'tsumu," osamu snarled, shaking atsumu's collar.

atsuma sneered, "hah?! don't pin this on me, 'samu! yer the one who wouldn't stop hoggin' breakfast!"

"that's 'cuz ya keep eatin' my share, dumbass!"

"yer share?! ma said that plate was f'me!"

before their argument could escalate, a startled shout intervened. atsumu snapped his head towards the gate, seeing you run while fixing your blazer. you were loudly begging the teacher to open the gates for you, but he just shook his head and pointed at his watch, indicating that you were far too late and have to be noted as such.

"damn, sucks to be her," osamu muttered, pushing atsumu away from him. "if ya didn't take yer fat ass outta kitchen, we'd probably be with her by now."

atsumu felt his temple throb the more he listen to his twin. he was about to retort, maybe even call osamu the fat ass twin by how much he eats and demands another serving, but his voice died in his throat as he watched you effortlessly jump over the gates by scaling the walls and gaining momentum via a kick. his eyes never left your flying figure as you landed a few feet away from him.

you squatted when your feet touched the ground, an exhilarated smile spreading on your lips as you congratulated yourself for a job well done. the teacher's mouth hung open, looking back and forth from the gate—which was around six feet tall or more. he groaned, dragging both hands down his face as he instructed you towards the faculty room. the smile on your face immediately vanished, replaced by a cute pout.

"woah," atsumu managed to breath out, heart racing as the scene of you jumping replayed in his mind again and again. he'd never seen anyone jump that high before nor anyone who managed to jump over the school gate that gracefully. his heart thumped against his chest, faint red spreading on his neck, cheeks, and ears as he watched you get scolded by the teacher.

when you noticed a pair of twins watching your scolding, you whined in embarrassment. as the teacher guided you towards tne entrance, you sent a small wave them.

atsumu choked on his spit when you waved at him. he pointed at himself, blinking rapidly, then waved back excitedly. he was unaware of the shaky smile on his lips nor the prominent blush coating his face.

"yer red as a tomato, 'tsumu," osamu cackled, silently taking photos of his twin as backmail material. "don't tell me ya fell in love with that girl!"

atsumu immediately jumped on osamu, shaking his shoulders. "the hell're ya sayin', 'samu?! yer seein' things 'cuz ya ate too much octo sausages earlier!"

"hah?! don't drag ma's octo sausages into this, 'tsumu! just admit ya finally have a crush on a girl!"

"shut yer trap!"

"both of you, go to yer classes already!" a passing teacher snapped at them.

the twins paused and made themselves presentable, nodding. they sneered each other as they finally entered their school building, changing into their indoor shoes.

as atsumu walked towards his classroom, he couldn't help but wish that you were his classmate... not that he'd admit it out loud, though.

[reignpage]

SYNOPSIS:

in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive

warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it) featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

[nnnyxie]

“and you sound like someone who should have been aborted”

IM DYING LMAOOOOO

[sveraia]

' all the ways we say i love you ' pt.2 wherein the reader finally takes them at their word and the men are left to deal with the consequences. tw : unmet expectations, emotional withdrawal, changed dynamics, unresolved tension, hurt/no comfort part 1

a/n : how are we feeling ab this one?? wanted them to feel stung before they get punished heheh + YES there will be a part 3 cause hell yeah i want them to regret their actions so bad

[nnnyxie]

WAAAAHHHHHHHHH

[ottocre]

˚✶ * returns and future pick ups or someone comes to return some books before you close for the night

tsukishima k. x gn!reader m.list / wc: 1k

    the lights on the far end of the library automatically shut off, leaving only half an hour of work left until you could head back to your dorm. there’s only a couple students left, all studying at their respective tables. tapping the eraser end of your pencil against the check-out counter, you bite the inside of your cheek, counting down the time until you can leave.

  slowly, a couple of them make their departure, the next set of lights shutting off for the evening. closing your eyes, you smile knowing that you only have fifteen minutes left. opening your eyes, you glance at the last person in the library, his back turned to you. turning away from him and looking back down at your homework, the numbers start to jumble, a wave of tiredness taking over. 

  “okay.. that’s enough,” you whisper to yourself, setting down your pencil before standing up to sweep the nearby area. 

  it isn’t necessarily your job to be cleaning up the library, however, it gives you something to do in between the slow periods. the individual’s typing echoes in the library, the sound bouncing off of the bookcases and into your free ear. the only thing breaking it is the door to the library opening, a stressed student standing with books piled in his arms.

  your eyes widen at the sight, hand aimlessly resting the broom’s handle against a table. walking across the room, you can feel your confidence growing, “is there anything i can help you with?”

  a head tilts to the side of the books, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. “i found these books and i believe they were meant to be returned here,” he starts carrying them over to the check-out table, the weight of the textbooks seemingly not too heavy for him.

  “you found them?” you question, raising your eyebrow as he sets them down on the counter, hands resting on your hips.

  “yeah.. my roommate moved out unexpectedly and i think he left these behind on accident,” the mystery student pushes his glasses back up his nose. his short blonde hair spikes at the top, slender fingers pulling his backpack straps closer to him. 

  nodding, you walk around to the other side of the counter, pulling out your chair so you can check the status of the books. “well, sorry this return fell on you then. if you wouldn’t mind staying here while i scan these in..” you look up from the computer, meeting his gaze, “just in case some of them aren’t our books.”

  “right. yeah, as long as you’re open,” he shrugs his shoulders, shoving his hands into his pockets.

  “we’re open. i’m just hoping i can get these all scanned through before we close. not the most exciting when you work the library’s closing shift,” you admit, grabbing a scanner and scanning in the first one, an older textbook with the barcode starting to peel off. 

  the air feels tense as you continue to scan the books in, your eyes constantly glancing up to look at him. he stands there with his arms crossed, gaze flickering back to you every few seconds. “do you come to the library very often?” you break the silence, scanning another book. 

  “i don’t have a lot of time to,” he shrugs, leaning against the counter, his knuckle pressed against the top.

  “well.. it’s a great place to study, and i’m usually here if- you know if you ever needed someone who knows their way around,” you grab the final book, scanning it back in, all of the books seemingly originally coming from the library. 

  he nods, looking away for a second. glancing back, the mystery man gives a small smile, “yeah, yeah that would be great. i’m sure you have great books on paleontology.”

  “paleontology? yeah, actually. i know a lot of the students in that program and there’s usually a few that are in rotation. my next shift is tomorrow if you want to come check it out,” you push the books off to the side, signing off of the computer so you can start closing the library down for the evening. 

  piling your stuff up, you shove it into your backpack, looking around to see the last patron had left during your conversation. “so, do you go to school here, then?” he questions, standing by the check out counter as you peer down the many walkways, making sure no one was left in the building. taking a few steps between each bookcase, you glance around for fallen books as well.

  “yeah, library science actually. so if you have any dewey decimal questions then i’m the person to ask,” you smile, walking back up to the counter, throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

  “neat,” he whispers, just barely loud enough that you heard it, the quietness of it all bringing a smile to your face. the two of you slowly make your way to the library doors, not quite wanting to end the evening yet, a spark lighting between the two of you. he reaches past you to open the door, following you out of the building. 

  “well, i guess i’ll see you around then…”

  “it’s tsukishima, my friends just call me tsuki though,” he—tsukishima—shrugs again, hands shoved back into his pockets. 

  “well then i will see you around tsuki, thanks for returning those again, i’m- we’re all really grateful to have them back,” you lock the door behind you, rain lightly hitting the concrete walkways.

  the two of you start in opposite directions, your dorms seemingly on other sides of the campus. just as you’re about to turn the corner around the building, you hear him shout to you from across the way. his hair is matted down from the rain, glasses covered in droplets. “i didn’t catch your name!”

  “it’s l/n! just ask for me at the desk!” you wave to him, reaching your hand back down to hover over your eyes, protecting your face from the rain.

  “will do!” tsukishima turns back around, smiling to himself. the smile quickly falls as he thinks back to every embarrassing thing he muttered out during the interaction, eyes rolling at his own behavior.

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[nnnyxie]

this is just so cute :3

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𝓡.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀ᅠ ͏͏ ͏͏ 🌷♡ ͏͏ᅠ ͏͏ ͏refuses to hold your baby

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. heian!sukuna :: slight angst :: fluff

"Do not bring that thing near me."

"This thing is your daughter."

The King of Curses sat upon his throne, and yet you had no issue glaring up at him. As if it were your stare that could cleave. Your hands that could ignite his shrine into blitz and ember.

Bundled in a silk blanket and babbling up at you with eyes as ruby as her father's, your daughter chewed on her thumb. Blissfully oblivious to the tyrant from which she came.

Sukuna refused to hold her.

It was subtle, at first. When she was born, he claimed that it was vital for a baby to stay close to its mother. For warmth, food and comfort.

It had been four weeks, and your husband hadn't so much as grazed her tiny pinkie.

"Why?" You asked, anger blooming in your throat like the flowers he had planted in the gardens for you. He would sully his knees in the soil and his hands in the mud for your benefit, but couldn't bear to hold the life that he had created?

Sukuna's face was hard in a scowl. Each maroon eye glaring into your soul.

A beat of silence.

"I do not want to."

You flared, clinging your baby closer. "Are you ashamed? Ashamed of the life we created?"

"No, damnit woman—"

"Then why!?"

"Because I will mar her!"

The shrine shook as he shoved himself out of his throne. Standing now. It was at his full height that you recognised the being thousands feared. Four arms, two faces, and a stature that rose from hell.

His glare burned, but it wasn't anger. Face twisted in an emotion you hadn't seen enough from him.

"I will— hurt her. Is that what you want?"

Vulnerability.

Your daughter startled. Sniffling at the booming voice that rattled the floors. You watched her face squish and her lip quiver, before a broken, hiccuped sob filled the air.

His shoulders sunk. The fight seeping out of him. You watched his eyes swell with many things you'd never seen before.

Guilt, sadness.

Fear.

Rocking your startled baby, you held her close with soft shushes, but her sniffles soon turned into wails. Sukuna's stood frozen, sullen.

You understood, now.

Cradling the small girl, you stepped forward. Up the stairs to the platform of his throne. Even as he took a step back, you persisted.

"Sukuna. . ." You called to him. Soft in the way that only you were capable of being with him.

He almost flinched.

"This child, she's ours. Our daughter, made with love."

You stood right in front of him now. Taking in his wound up muscles and squared shoulders. Looking more like a deer ready to sprint than a father.

A father who feared that his hands were too rough, too evil, to nurture his own child.

"You won't hurt her. Because she's ours." Reaching forward, you held out the sobbing bundle. Watching his face and the several shades of uncertainty it turned.

You had never seen him so. . . frightened.

You pushed past his hesitancy, carefully placing your daughter into a set of his hulking arms. She was tiny compared to him. Seemed he was processing that too.

Aiding his position, you slipped one of your hands to tenderly hold him by the bicep as he, for the first time ever, held his daughter.

His breath was hitched. All of his eyes gaping at the small bundle in his arms. Watching her as if she were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

Your daughter's sobs stirred into sniffles, then hiccups, until. . . silence.

As big, ruby eyes stared up at her father. Taking him in. His face, his warmth.

And then, she beamed a toothless smile.

Sukuna tensed. A shaky breath hitching.

"She's— she's smiling. Why is she smiling?"

He quickly looked to you. Brows pinched. Looking lost, looking scared.

You offered him a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Because she knows that her father loves her." Tickling her neck, you hummed as she squirmed a bit and giggled, pressing more into him.

He instinctively held her closer. Eyes unblinking.

You watched as Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses, melted. His heart swelling as he stared at his daughter. Even bringing one of his fingers closer to her, so that she could grab at it. Hugging around it with that big, bring smile.

His mouth quirked at the corner. Faint, but tender.

"Yeah. . ." He whispered, voice thick with emotion. Centuries worth of affection for his child, his daughter.

"Your father loves you. More than anything. More than life."

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[nnnyxie]

loving this sm