😭😭😭

The Pitt is sooo good; no romance, no unnecessary drama, no bullshit.

just steadfast medicine and surgery, with dr.robby and dr.abbott/abbot at the centre

the professionalism is 🤌

i would like to see more jack abbott fics tho *pretty please toppes with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles*

Levi Ackerman ☆ Humanity’s Strongest Soldier

Happy Birthday Kiran @incepstla​

this was...devastating

Five minutes

Satoru Gojo? Yuta Okkotsu

👆every time i read a fic with an Indian oc

Sukuna bringin in a Hindu bride 💳💥💳💥 DO YOU SEE THE VISION???

wait wait wait I SEEE hold awn i got you

Ryomen Sukuna and his Hindu!Bride

a/n: beyond my idea of loving this dynamic, i think this would fit so perfectly. plus that's his damn aesthetic iyk?!

It's the moment you, his pretty pretty Hindu!Bride walks down the petal aisle, Ryomen Sukuna sees the goddess of his very own eudaimonia in your ethereal beauty of jewel covered figure. Holding a garland as if reins to his power.

Hindu!Bride who addresses him as “Swami” which means 'master of self' (master, in general) —he's enthralled. Way to fuel your husband I guess.

Husband!Sukuna learns the word “Ardhangini” is how a husband calls his wife, connoting 'the better half' of him.

“Indeed you are” Sukuna coos internally, looking at his beautiful wife who touches his feet gently as a sign of respect and humility, to seek his blessings.

His grinch little heart would flutter at the sight of his woman blushing about the smallest of his acts, or whenever he complies to your request, big tender fingers putting vermillion on her parted hairline—the very sign of her wifehood.

-

Husband!Sukuna never liked a cooked meal; he used to eat the raw flesh each day, until enters his new wife in the godforsaken scullery. It's a first that a queen enters the kitchen to serve, first time he tasted something entirely different to his taste... saporous, still ended up liking it. There are a lot of firsts he experiences with you by his side.

“Not... bad” he grumbles, his lips betraying and twitching into a slight grin. Delicious... he thinks, because Sukuna can get used to this flavour rich meal already. Just how perfect can his little Miss perfect get?

-

Husband!Sukuna who allows you to put pretty earings on him, he'd spend a little more time looking at himself in the mirror. Maybe he loves your compliments too much.

But nothing parallels his Hindu!Bride clad in golden jewelleries head to toe. Your long hair and the forehead, honey toned face, the arms and wrists, your plump waist and even your lotus like feet... that all makes him a poet whose favourite genre is your jewelled guise.

Maybe that's why he calls you a treasure. His treasure. There's a sort of pride filling his chest when he walks with you with the way you dress; you need high maintenance and lot of care that no man but he can provide.

-

And their goes a saying that a woman acts like a mom to the one in love with—that's so true with you and your Husband!Sukuna cause you literally baby him whenever the chance. Feeding him the first bite with your henna decorated pretty palm, he loves that so much. Likes the smell it adds to whatever you make him eat.

But can you blame yourself? He is a baby. A sulky big baby at that. Sulking when he finds his other side of the bed empty, sulking when you leave his chambers without permission, sulking cause you were too busy to give him kisses or just purely to get your attention.

He makes sure you see him sulk.

-

It's just you who can walk in on him when he's throwing and thrashing things around in rage—unaffected. Everyone in this palace knows that's a privilege only you get, because you're his only one.

No one dares hold his face and look him in the eyes like his Hindu!Bride. No one dares order him to “calm the fuck down” like his queen. Literally none in the three worlds would cradle the big soft-haired head of the King of Curses in their lap to tell him he's a grumpy little child.

That's how it has always been between you two, completing and fitting each other's pieces like Yin & Yang. You couldn't be happier anywhere out of this trance of love you're in for him and he couldn't even imagine to successfully manage a day without his treasure. There couldn't have been a better pair, never could have he met a woman to match his devotion for her.

TAGS: @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @whodoesthatanymore @heresan @nanamikentoseyebags @4sat0ruu

been thinking abt @xxnghtclls 's fic Permission & this ♡

Nightmares || Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: Logan has a nightmare and finds comfort his his new child.

warnings: fluff, comfort, his child is adopted

Part if the Moonlight series (coming soon lol)

a/n: So i did things a little backwards. This should have been a oneshot after the og story of them finding the baby but I got this idea in my head and I couldn’t shake it so you’re getting some things out of order. You don’t need any context other than shes a baby and adopted tbh. Her name is Diana and i did take that from league of legends

Logan shoots up, chest pounding as a nightmare lingers in his head. He doesn't remember what this one was about. Probably just like all the other ones. His dead friends, the blood on his hands. Something along those lines.

He feels you stir next to him and freezes. You've been absolutely exhausted the last couple of weeks with the baby so the last thing he wants for you is to wake up because of him. He gently rubs your back, watching you relax under his touch until you're back to a nice deep sleep.

Loud cries start to come from the next room. His brows furrow as he pulls off the sheets.

Worry building in his chest as he hurries to the next room. Is something wrong? Is she sick? Hurt? He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees her in her bed. He places his hand on her forehead to check for a fever. No sign of sickness which is good but he's hyper aware as he checks her over.

"Hey there kid, what's with all the crying?" The crying starts to subside the moment she lays eyes on Logan.

He shushes her gently. Picking her up from her crib and holding her in his arms. He walks around in circles, gently bouncing her in his arms.

She's wearing some stupid onesie that Wade bought her. Red to match his suit. Stuffed animals sit perfectly in her crib but she clutches hard to one in particular. A damn wolverine plushie that you had searched forever for. He rolled his eyes at the idea but the moment Diana saw that stupid plush she squealed with happiness. Now it's her best friend.

"See no tears, no reason for tears. I'm here." He wipes away the stray tears from her chubby little cheeks.

He moves to put her back in bed but her faces scrunches up like she's going to cry again so he keeps her in his arms. He slowly sinks into the rocking chair sat next to her bed. Cradling her as he slowly rocks back and forth. The chair creaks beneath his weight and he makes a note to get a stronger chair.

"You hungry?" He tries to feed her the bottle you keep for emergencies but she won't budge. She doesn't need a diaper change so he has no clue why she woke up this time.

“Did you have a nightmare?" He asks softly as she grabs onto his finger. Looking up at him with big glassy eyes.

"That's okay, I get them too." She babbles nonsense in response.

Sometimes Logan wonders what she dreams about. Does she have memories of her parents? Does she ever miss them? Can she even miss them? She's just a baby. A poor, innocent child who was left for dead. The idea makes his blood boil. How could you just leave a child like that?

They're born into this world helpless and the people who were supposed to protect them left because their child happened to be born a mutant. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He was upsetting her, like she could sense his anger.

"Sorry kid, didn't mean to make you sad." She puts his finger in her mouth, sucking on it like a binky.

"Having fun there?" She gurgles and he takes that as a yes.

She shows no sign of being tired which is bad news for him and you. You just got her on a good sleep schedule and now it might get ruined.

"I know how scary nightmares can be." He brushes her little cheek and she giggles.

"But I promise they can't hurt you. I won't let anything hurt you." Her eyes start to flutter shut, the grip on his finger loosen as she listens to him talk. He moves her so that her head is resting on his chest. His hand rubbing up and down her back. She yawns and snuggles closer to him.

"Back to sleep kiddo, there we go."

"Logan?" Your sleepy voice calls from the door. You rub your eyes as you take in the view of Logan holding Diana in his arms.

"Nightmare.” He says looking at you. You walk over and gently rub his arm.

“You or her?” He doesn’t answer. You stay with them for a while. She’s fast asleep by now but she looks so comfortable in Logan’s arms that you can’t even think of separating the two.

“Do you want to talk about it?” No. He doesn’t. He’d rather focus on the good in his life than remember the past. In fact holding Diana puts him at peace. Quieting his mind in ways normally only you can.

“Maybe she’s good for more than just throwing up and making a mess.” Logan jokes and you lightly hit his arm.

“Shut up you love her.” He stares at her sleeping face.

She’s looks so peaceful. He does love her. So much. So much that it scares him. What if she grows up and thinks he’s a monster? What if he fucks up somewhere and ruins his perfect girls life? As far as he’s concerned everything he touches gets ruined. He still wakes up in disbelief that you’re by his side everyday.

“Okay Princess, we need to get you back to bed.” You try and take her our of his arms but he pulls back.

“No.” He holds her protectively to his chest. A flash of anger in his eyes fades as soon as it comes.

“I’m sorry. I. I just need a little longer.” He feels guilty for snapping but you understand.

You sit on the floor and rest your head on his lap. He doesn’t even try to tell you to go back to bed because he knows you won’t listen. So he sits back and watches his girl for a little longer.

His perfect family.

I want my baby back; I wanna love him, hug him, take care of him, give him all tge forehead kisses and cuddles he wants. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK. I WANT TO KEEP HIM ALIVE, I DON'T CARE IF HE'S DEAD!

Rain

Pairing: Junpei Yoshino x F!Reader

Summary: Having a crush on someone who's so popular, it feels impossible to make that person love me back. But an accident confession changed my mind.

Wc: 870 words

One-shot with Junpei :)

Today is the same. Getting bullied, punched, kicked... ah, I can't even think of the rest of it. It's already gotten to the point where the teacher doesn't care about it anymore.

I felt dizzy. My vision was still blurred with dirt and tears. All the bruises and wounds are still hurting. What did the teacher say again? I couldn't hear it.

"That's for today. Get home safely and finish your assignments." I heard the teacher say when I came back to my senses. The bell is ringing. It's time to go home. Let's get this over with and-

"Jun, come follow me."

"Huh?" I hear a familiar voice calling me. 'Jun' is a nickname that only someone gave to me. It can't be her...

"Let's go!" She takes my hand. Dragging me along to follow her. So it's really her.

While walking down the hallway, I can't help but feel people glaring at us. 'Why would she want to be with him?' or 'Those pretty hands will get filthy because of that trash.' I want to let go of her hand, but as if she knows, she's just holding it tighter and whispering, 'it's okay.'

I was wondering where she would take me, but it was answered when we were in front of the infirmary door.

"W-why are we here?".

It's impossible if she wants to treat my bruises and wounds. She's a popular student who has plenty of guys crazy about her. Gifts, love letters, and confessions are already like daily life for her. I know that deep down, I love her too. But I can't. I already know how it's going to end. Why would a school beauty, want to be with an outcast like me?.

So why...?

"Come sit here and let's get your wounds treated," she said softly. "The nurse isn't here, so I'll do it for you."

While she is doing it, she looks so focused. Every touch is as if I was made out of glass or something that needed to be handled with extra care. I can't help but feel heat rising in my cheeks and ears.

Ah, this little gesture makes me fall more in love with her.

After cleaning all the supplies she used to treat me, she closed the door and joined me in the hallway.

The hallway only echoed our footsteps. I glanced up at the window. I knew it was going to rain as the weather forecast said this morning. Luckily, I brought an umbrella.

And I was right; it was already raining by the time we made it to the front door.

"Ah, it's raining." She's smiling, watching as the water droplets hit the ground. "I forgot to bring my umbrella. How clumsy of me.".

I changed my mind. It's not every day I get to spend a quiet day with her like this, right?.

"Yeah, they're relaxing."

We watched the rain for some time. By the time I take a side glance at her, her face is peaceful.

"I love you" I said it quietly, hoping that she wouldn't hear me.

"I know," she says, chuckling. " I love you too, Jun.".

I froze in place. Did I hear it right? She loves me back? Is this a dream?.

.

"Jun, you were dozing off" Her face was just an inch in front of me. I can even feel her hot breath.

"b-but" I can feel the heat in my cheeks, and my heartbeat goes faster.

"It's hard to believe, eh? What, do you think i didn't notice the way you looked, talked, or treated me?".

"Oh..." I burried my face in my palm. i was too obvious. Why didn't I think before acting? Stupid, stupid, stupid... i'm so stupid .

"Woah there, don't hide your face from me, pretty boy." She said while grabbing my palm to take a look at my face. "Look at you, looking so beautiful but wanting to hide it from me." She gives me a seductive smile. "I'm not beautiful, i'm just some trash that--" She places a finger in my lips to shut me up. I just gave her a sigh before gently pushing her finger away and showing her my scar on the forehead.

"Look," She was quiet for a moment. I'm sure she will change her mind now.

"It doesn't change anything. Whatever happens, past or future, you'll always be Jun, who I fall in love with. " She traces a finger over my scars, It's just some soft touch as she was afraid to hurt me.

I felt some tears fall from my eyes. But it's not the same as this morning, 

It's tears of happiness.

She gently wiped them away and gave me a reassuring smile before turning her focus back to the rain again.

"Let's go on a date tomorrow. We're going to see a movie together." She said it as she interwined her fingers with mine, without looking at me.

Dear Rain,

Can I be a little selfish?

Could you last a little longer?

No thoughts, just him...

i want him 😫

This is a Satoru Gojo Appreciation post. This man really deserves so much love. Just take a look at him because he’s so god damn beautiful.

i miss him...

I wanna have his baby so bad😭👉👈

🫂

i’m not crying you’re crying