Paimon Says Gay Right On Her Birthday

katsuki is the sort of person to make you pass out as soon as you come into contact with him. he’s just so warm and big and comfy and strong that you can’t help but knock out like a light when you lay your head on his chest, his thick arms embracing you, keeping you safe and sound completely surrounded by him and only him. and when your eyelids start to feel droopy and you’re right on the brink of sleep, he leaves a fat kiss on your forehead, whispering in your ear, “go to sleep, baby. i’m right here.” finally giving you that little extra push into a deep, sweet slumber.

💄

my favorite goobers

they're so back ✨

megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: new years kiss. anon requested. megumi comes over to nurse you on new years. wrote this in like 2 hours, it’s a little self indulgent because i’m sick and missed my new years plans.

birthday month drabble event

“I told you not to come over.” You say as you open the door to see your spiky haired boyfriend leaning against the door frame. He’s got a take out bag in one hand and a convenience store bag in the other.

Megumi shrugs nonchalantly, and you notice his dark hair looks slightly disheveled, as if he had hurried over without much thought. He steps inside without invitation, slipping off his shoes like it was second nature. "You're not good at taking care of yourself." he replies with an eye roll, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

In all honesty the second you had texted him you were sick he was already up and on his way to the store.

“Thanks Gumi.” You give him that soft smile that he loves so much and grunts as he places the bags on your kitchen counter with a gentle clatter, unpacking the contents swiftly. The steam rising from the familiar red and white striped bowl of miso soup and beside it sat a small tin of your favorite chamomile tea and a packet of the lemon-flavored cough drops he knew you secretly preferred. He hadn't just gotten medicine; he'd carefully picked out everything he thought you needed to get better.

He reaches a hand up to your forehead after unpacking, letting it linger for a split second. “No fever?”

“Nope. I think I just have a cold.” You sit down at your kitchen table, noticing the subtle furrow on Megumi’s brow. "Eat." he says, sliding the bowl of soup in front of you before taking a seat opposite you at the small table.

“You’re gunna get sick if you stick around me ya know?”

“No I won’t.” He says simply.

You scowl at him, he’s so predictable. Always acting tough when in reality he just couldn’t stand the idea of you all cuddled up alone and sick on the holiday.

The warmth of the soup travels down your throat, as you take your first bite, soothing and comforting. You sit in comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional sniffle from your cold until you finally speak again.

“You could still make it to the party you know? Yuji and Nobara probably want you there for the countdown.”

He doesn't look at you as he stands to take the kettle off the stove and prepare your tea. "They can manage without me." He says, pushing your mug of tea in front of you.

Once you finish your soup, Megumi cleans up as you return to your mountain of blankets on the couch. You cuddle up underneath them, pulling them up to your chin. As Megumi joins you, you move over slightly so he can sit down next to you. You grab the remote, turning on the TV to the New Years countdown. “Oh wow it’s already this late?”

Megumi hums softly, eyes flicking towards the TV as the countdown to the new year begins. His attention shifts, his gaze lingering on you. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know and you throw your hands up.

“Don’t even think about kissing me Megumi, you’ll definitely get sick.” You protest but he leans in anyway, closing the distance until your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“Too late.” He says as the countdown stops and his lips press against yours. The warmth from his lips is gentle, and though brief it admittedly takes your breath away. His kisses always do, so tender in their simplicity, always leaving your heart fluttering in a way that makes you momentarily forget the congestion in your chest.

Megumi pulls back slowly, and the corners of his lips are upturned ever so slightly. “Happy New Year.” He says, settling back against the couch as he covers you up further and his eyes move back to the TV screen.

The next week, as you knew would happen, Megumi had caught your cold and it was you at his place nursing him back to good health. You’d tried to scold him, telling him it was all because he just had to kiss you. But he had only two feverish words in response to that. “Worth it.”

nanami kento never intended for your relationship to be the first page of his newest journal. he didn't even notice when he began documenting it with a black ink pen in a plain leather notebook—writing down the moment you finally agreed to be his, as if you hadn’t been smitten by him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

each passing page became a piece of you. his dilemma on buying you flowers filled the 14th page, and by the 34th, there was a polaroid of you holding your favorite flowers—this time, he knew with confidence. your trips together occupied a few more pages, and even more were dedicated to the places he dreamed of taking you. from losses to love, nanami wrote it all down. it was his best way of keeping you—of keeping what you shared. he wanted your love to remain forever, not only in his heart but also in his hands.

when the wedding bells finally rang and he wore a suit unlike his usual ones, nanami kento stood before you, journal in hand. he read from it, a love documented from the beginning to what felt like the end of the beginning. his vows were written as though he'd known all along that he would marry you. but no, his journal didn’t just record the start of your relationship or the journey leading up to that day.

what nanami kento had not expected was that he would end up documenting your entire story.

as he began the last page with your name, followed by a comma, he wrote down everything he planned for your future together—plans he wanted to set in motion as soon as he returned from his mission. plans he would have given to you immediately after.

"let me take you to malaysia?"

you read over and over again, desperately hoping for more to follow, for another page to turn. but there were no more words. no more pages. and nanami’s voice, his presence, would no longer carry past this page.

yet, it’s hard to be angry with him. because, in the end, nanami was always a gentleman. whether knowingly or not, he left you one final letter—a letter filled with love, just like every page in his journal. because maybe, just maybe, the journal wasn’t for him to keep your love. maybe it was for you to keep his—not only in your heart but in your hands, after all.

"I have love and dreams too."

*Loud sobbing*

❦ WHAT’S MY NAME IN YOUR PHONE?

atsumu, osamu, suna, kita x reader (separate)

cw: fluff, smau