Please Reblog This If It Is Okay To Anonymously Confess Something To You.

please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

I JUST RELISED I AINT DO A HALLOWEEN THEME BRO OM-

THEY R SO CUTE TOGETHER OMG 😭

since it’s eren’s b-day today.. i’m curious how would muscian eren and reader spend his day together? love ur works btw 💓!

thank you so much! so I def feel like (y/n) would want to throw him this extravagant party and give him a celebration with all of his friends, just showing their love but we all know eren isn’t much for crowds or the party life.

So I feel like (y/n) would start with making him breakfast in bed, then you’d honestly just let him play his game for a little while because it’s really one of the only few hobbies he enjoys. Maybe even tinker around with one of his old cars. While he’s doing that, you’d be preparing for the rest of the evening. You know those cute little card games where someone has to pick one or the other? Well you know (y/n) would partake and film a cute lil tiktok for it. “So y’all know baby hates big parties so I decided to let him create his own present today.” The voiceover talking as he selects his cards: dining in or eating out, Audemars or Cuban, 1 or 2, and pink or red (which would be a surprise for later on) “..somehow, he picked all the first options, I don’t know how but y’all I can’t wait to give him his gifts!” And you’re so excited. Rather than have this giant gathering with familiar and unfamiliar faces, you instead pay to have his favorite restaurant reserved just for the two of you; the best Italian and seafood in all of the south..both of your favorites! As he’s getting ready, looking good as ever, you give him his first gift of the evening, the watch to complete his look and you can’t help but show his fine ass off to the world. “Look at the birthday boyyy, he’s so handsome.” Of course he’s flustered, all shy but regardless, the two of you have a wonderful time! White glove service, imported wine, a private piano show and amazing food. The chef even makes him a cheesecake that rivals only his granny’s recipe with the words ‘happy bday EJ’ in chocolate lettering. Of course, the night isn’t over yet. Once you make it back home, you’d hand him the third installment of his gift; an envelope with a key and tell him to not to pull up too far in the driveway when you guys arrive. He’s a bit confused but when his headlights hit the garage door, you allow it peel back and his face nearly hits the ground. Like this man hops out of his brand new two seater in the middle of the driveway because you just got him a 1968 Chevelle, one of his dream cars as a kid! He loves muscle cars more than anything so he’s so ecstatic, he almost starts to cry. Now he has a new toy to tinker with. Lastly, after that wonderful surprise and stuffing your faces, you two change from your designer duds into something more comfortable, preparing to spend the rest of the night, relaxing in each other’s company and smoking weed together; him into a bathrobe after his shower and you? That pink ensemble he picked out and you look absolutely divine. His eyes bugged out and mouth agape at the sight of you and he couldn’t think of a better way to end his night! “Happy birthday to me..” with you crawling onto his lap and giving him the night of his life.

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saw this on twitter rn, if you ever feel discouraged about writing fanfiction, read this again

oh my- I'm on the verge of CRYING

cw: jjk manga spoilers (up to 221), blood, sword fights heh + note: it's finally here, and somehow it's worse than shibuya!

“is he gonna be mad?”

“satoru?” you snort lightly, taking another bite of your frozen yogurt. “he’s just going to ask if you won. he might try to take the sequel of that new book set you got as punishment— but i’ll see what i can do.” 

across the table, megumi huffs, leaning back into the plush booth. you’d picked him up early from school today, the reason being yet another suspension. his second since he’d started the school year. you suppose that’s the reason for his sullen disposition and existential crisis. 

“am i a bad person?”

you glance up at him in acknowledgement, but take a moment before answering. he stirs the frozen yogurt around in its cup, looking rather glum.

there’s a delicate way of going about these types of things. children (especially teenagers) are complicated creatures. they’re still at their most malleable, your words and actions shaping their very future.

“i don’t think you’re a bad person, megumi,” you answer softly, setting your spoon down. 

“but i…i keep doing bad stuff,” he argues dejectedly. “and— and i was mean to tsumiki—”

“hey. no one’s born wanting to do bad things,” you tell him. “and when they do…it’s usually more complicated than we think. there are bad situations where sometimes we have to do bad things. even if we don’t want to. even if we’re not proud of them.” 

“but how do you know that i’m not?” he asks again, and your heart aches. 

“because i know you,” you smile. “i’ve known you for eight years, megumi. yeah, i think you could afford to try using your words instead of your fists once in a while, and be a little nicer to your sister…but i know everything you do comes from a good place.”

megumi doesn’t reply, staring out the window with that pensive frown of his. all you can do is wonder if you and satoru have done right by him. if you’re doing right by him now. (such is the life of a parent, you suppose.)

all you can do is hope. 

“hey,” you grin, holding your hand out to him. “promise me something?”

_____

you stumble backwards, narrowly avoiding being gutted by a sword. gasping, your fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt, the material sliced right above the small, almost imperceptible bump of your stomach. 

your megumi would never hurt you. your megumi, your sweet, gentle boy who still muttered the song about bunny ears as he tied his shoes. who always offered his sister the last bite of cake, even though you knew he wanted it for himself. who cried the first time his shikigami were injured in battle. 

but this isn’t megumi.

you barely dodge the blade again, ducking and sending your demon dogs out to slow him down as you sprint down the alley. your heart shatters at the sound of a high-pitched whine, but you can’t stop, you can’t look back—

“going somewhere?”

you skid to a stop in front of him, staggering back as quickly as you can. 

megumi— no, sukuna stands in front of you now, holding a sword you’d taught his vessel how to make, how to use. 

“please,” you beg, thinking of tsumiki’s body a few blocks away. thinking of gojo in the prison realm. you can’t lose anyone else today. “please let him go.”

“i don’t think so,” he grins, sick and twisted as he slowly makes his way towards you. “if only he’d unlocked his full potential sooner. if only you had.” 

“he’s just a child.” you say, voice trembling. you look around. there’s no use in running. he’s gotten much too strong.

but you’re not ready to die either.

he wasn’t patient, lunging first and taking the offense. it’s a struggle to meet him at every swing, deflecting blows that send tremors down the sword’s point of impact and reverberate through your arms. 

playing defence is the smart move. you’d wait for an opening or a drop in his own defence. then your goal would be to disarm him and attempt to grant yourself an advantage. 

(in theory, at least.)

when your swords lock once more, he forces them to the side, kicking you square in the chest. the impact knocks you onto your back. before you can get up, he’s on top of you, driving his sword into your shoulder.

the pain is so blinding, so white-hot and tortuous that you almost immediately pass out when he pulls it free and tosses it out of your reach. 

sukuna is in your face now, lips peeled back into a smirk as he laughs, the top of his finger slowly dragging down your face.

“putting you down now would be letting this brat off too easy. doing it slowly, however—”

“get off her.”

your heart skips a beat. that voice. 

there’s a flash of recognition in megumi’s eyes. just a for a second. 

“satoru?” 

“is that any way to treat the person who washed your underwear for almost ten years?” he tsks, hands in his pockets as he steps into the alley, quite literally kicking the king of curses off of you.

he sweeps you off the floor as gently as possible, your stomach flipping at the familiar sensation of being teleported.

you’re not in the alley anymore, you’re up on the roof of a building. as soon as satoru sets you on your feet, you look up, studying his face. the eyes you love so much stare back at you. 

the emotions you’d kept bottled up since he’d been gone pour out at once. proof of your heartache, anger, pain, and loneliness spilling over your lash line.

suddenly there’s too much space between you and you tentatively take a step forward. 

“it’s you,” you breathe. “it’s really you.” 

he says your name softly, and arms you’d longed for envelop you. you feel safe, if only for a moment.

“you need to get to ieiri,” he whispers, a hand cupping your cheek gently. “go. i’ll stop him.”

you both close your eyes, as if the words hurt.

_____

“promise me you’ll always be good.” 

megumi sighs, but places his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.

“i’ll see what i can do.”