#//IM SORY IT TOOK ME FOREVER AND A DAY

[unloved-cadillac]

hello caddy so um sum shit happened and i need comfort😭im so sorry for asking u this but um could do uh reader x sukuna ,reader crying over her aunts death (she had cancer last stage but my mom said dat they dont kno if its blood cancer or sum else but it was def cancer) and just comfort. ive known her for more than 10y i still cant believe she died my heart just squeezes sm whenever i look at our pics tghter and to think dat we will never see her, again im so sory plz no pressure caddy😭 luv u

C/n: my sweet angel. I hope you are okay. I know this is a little late and I apologize for that. Grieving over a lost one is the worst things because one day they’re here and the next they’re gone. Take your time, cry and heal. We are all here for you and I hope this helps you get the comfort you need. I love you so much. Thank you so much for requesting🖤

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Loss. (Sukuna x Reader)

During work, Sukuna felt this uneasiness feeling hovering over him. Something was off. He put a hand to his forehead to check his temperature but he felt fine. He pulled out his phone and looked at your contact, but he shook his head and put it away. He knew you too were at work and didn’t want to disturb you.

At the end of his work day, he drove home waiting to see you. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw your car outside. Sukuna walked into his house and draped his jacket on the hook. “Babe, I’m home. How was your day?” He asks. No answer. “Babe?” He calls as he walks to your shared bedroom.

He slowly opens the door to see you on the floor, knees up to your chest and head on it. You were shaking. “Y/n?” He called and immediately sat in front of you. “Baby? It’s me. What happened?” Sukuna’s voice was worrying. You slowly looked up and he gasped seeing tears in your eyes.

“She’s gone, Kun. She’s gone.”

Your voice cracked and he took you into his arms. “No.” He whispers and he feels you tighten around him. “I, I got the call just now. I just came home and my mom called. Kun, she’s actually gone. I don’t know what to do.” You cry into his chest and he kisses your forehead. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He says, softly. He let you cry into him until you knocked yourself out. Carefully, he lifted you up and laid you on the bed. He cleaned your face and let you sleep while he made a call to your family to give his condolences.

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After the funeral, you both came back home and you sat in the couch, pulling out your phone. Sukuna was quick to make you your favorite beverage and laid it on the coffee table before taking a seat next to you.

“Whatchu lookin’ at?” He asks. You show him the pictures of you and your aunt and he smiles. “She always to make such funny faces to make me laugh. My second mother. I’m gonna miss her so much.” You whisper and he wraps his arm around you. “I know. I don’t know much about what happens after death but I know for sure that she’s proud of you and that she’ll be with you right here.” He points to your heart and you hold his hand. “Thank you, Kun.” You say and he gives you a short kiss. “If you want, we can talk about her. Tell me all the funny stories you have of her.”

You smile and begin. You talked for hours, sipping your beverage in between stories and he chuckles whenever you did. “God, I can’t believe she’s really gone. I was really hoping she’d see our kids. For them to know what cool aunt I had.” Sukuna kisses your hand. “Her memory will forever live on because of you. She may be physically gone but spiritually, she’s watching over you. Making sure you’re always safe and sound.” You smile at his words and hug him. “Thank you, Kun. For everything.”

Later that night, you laid next to Sukuna as you slept. He couldn’t sleep so he stared at the ceiling. But he heard you sniff and he quickly turned to you. You were crying and he acted quick and wiped your tears and took you into his arms. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.” He whispers and you hold his t-shirt.

Grieving isn’t easy. Take your time and breathe. It’s hard. But it will be okay.

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“For everyone suffering a loss this holiday, my heart goes out to all of you. I love you guys.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#sukuna fanfic #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk anime #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen comfort #sukuna comfort

[crownblackbird]

Noctis gets a small cheek kiss because he looks like he could use a pick-me-up. "C'mon, smile a bit. What's got your mood down?" Yeah because a peck out of the blue will fix it instead of making the poor prince even more confused. Prompto, /please/.

Buried deep down in his own thoughts Noctis didn’t noticed the other one approaching, let alone that close, however it did an exceptional job at bringing him back to the present that’s for sure, a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks as his eyes widened in surprise, looking for the culprit, only to find the worried blond talking to him.

His expression softened and blinked a few times before actual words came out of his mouth. “I was thinking about Insomnia, about everything that happened, about...” he let out a sigh and paused for a moment “It doesn’t matter anymore, there’s no point in dwelling on it don’t you think Prom?” 

#ic #//IM SORY IT TOOK ME FOREVER AND A DAY #but here you go #some feels #argentumtonitrua #Don't call me when I'm sleeping {Asks}

[sadgurllayha]

Stuck With Me- Edwin. H

A/N: First off I want to apologize to @ssaro​ because she requested this like 4 MONTHS AGO AND IM SO SORY I JUST SUGDISDHJO! But yeahh I’m back now so i thought I’d put this out to get my juices flowing again. It’s not that great but i tried! Hope you enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1.8K

Song Rec:(Ok so I used the song Stuck with You by Timeflies in the fic but I also thought of the one Ari’s one soo it doesn't matter which one you listen to.)

You and Edwin are a mess. Now that mostly worked out in your favor, but this was not one of those times. Currently, you where stuck in the bathroom, arms covered in baby blue hair dye. Ok, so basically you split dyed your hair and half is blue. So Edwin, being Edwin, just HAD to twin with you. Except your in a pandemic. And last time you both checked going to the hairdresser was not an essential. Therefore you, being the amazing girlfriend that you are, told him you would try. Keyword, TRY! 

“Baby” Edwin giggles out, “just, just put it down” he tumbles out amongst the sound of his laughter. 

“No I can do it! The bottle..” looking down you took a moment to look at the scene in front of you.

“Open up the shades, sun is on the way Come over here and lay, what are you afraid of?”

The sun was streaming in through the bathroom window and it cast a soft, heavenly glow across Edwin’s face. His lip’s where plump and luscious, and red stain spreading across them from biting back laughter. His smile was the most breathtaking thing that you had seen. Pulling you closer he nuzzled his head into your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Expressions on your face easily explain You're worried about the fame, I won't let it change us”

From the start of your relationship it’s always been like this. You both are so comfortable and raw, there’s no need to hide anything.  Pulling his head from underneath your jaw, you study him again. 

“What is it love?” edwin slurred the day finally catching up with him. 

“Nothing, I just want this forever.. I feel at peace with you and with myself, I don’t want this to ever end..”

Finally standing up, he backs you to the bathroom sink and cages you in. Leaning down, he places a heavy kiss and pulls you in. Slowly parting with deep sighs you rest your foreheads together....

'Cause baby, you are stuck You are stuck with me.....

#prettymuch #edwin prettymuch #prettymuch beanz #prettymuch fluff #edwin honoret #prettymuch drabble #prettymuch fic

[betwixttwoendlesswinters]

The Scratching

It started right after Reagan’s second inauguration,

Something clawing gently at the walls,

Sometimes fast and frantic digging desperate to reach the world outside;

Often slow, thought out, methodical,

Trying to find the weakest points, possibly for fragile paws.

I stayed up all night searching to find the source. 

Occasionally for too many days at a time. 

The exterminator politely avoided saying I was crazy,

And gently said sometimes rats can hide inside of walls and go out scavenging during the day,

I protested that I knew about the nests, and meant to call sooner but this was new and must have another cause.

He didn't say he found any rats, but he would come again and see what he could do. 

It seemed that he felt bad for me, since he only charged half his normal fee. 

I set out an tape recorder, to see if the noise was just inside my head,

But in the morning, the battery was dead. 

This doesn't sound unusual, but considering both battery and device were new, it left me scratching my head. I got some more new batteries, but the same thing happened the next night, and the next. 

It happened with every camcorder and, and every new cassette recorder died. 

The cheap ones plugged into the walls, all had frayed wires and never worked, I finally gave up on this when I realized how much the total cost had come to be. 

But it seemed that something didn't want what was in my walls to have it's noise heard in any way but live.

My performance at work was suffering, my boss asked if everything was okay,

I said I was having trouble sleeping, explained it away to him as stress. 

I had vacation days saved up, 

And in a surprising twist, I had no ongoing cases,

The only client had settled out of court the other day.

A week in the Cayman islands later, I felt much more relaxed and sane.

But the infernal persistent scratching kept me up that night again. 

My mortgage was too fresh and, loan too high, for me to move out to somewhere new,

So I slapped my forehead with bloodshot eyes, looking in the bathroom mirror late one night, I tried getting some earplugs, At 3:00 AM to the sound of monotonous intermittent scratching, once every 10 seconds by my clock, I found them set neatly on the shelf where I kept my notes on what the defending lawyer’s case history was and strategies quite often were, before they appeared in my ears minutes to hours later, leaving me more confused and anxious then before.

I started working more overtime, even though being on salary meant that I didn't get paid any more,

I filed and sorted and organized and cleaned, doing anywork I could find,

Until my boss in the calm and soothing voice of one trying not to get bit by something foaming at the mouth,

Said I had worked enough the past two weeks that I could take the next three weeks, off and still not fall behind,

I hadn't noticed in my manic feverish productivity borne out of a desperate need to be anywhere but at what I once had called my home, that my job title might as well as have read “paralegal” or “secretary”. 

I hadn't met with a client in over a month, for that I was secretly grateful,

For if I hadn’t been sent home to rest, I wouldn’t have had that encounter most fateful.

I realized I could either spend the rest of my days, driven mad by the repetitive, scratching, Or I could take back control of my life.

I checked my local library, out of one last desperate grasp for any chance of taking back my life. For a book on morse code, maybe there was a hidden message in this endless scratching on my walls?

I passed a newspaper stand, the owner talking about how someone who i’d prosecuted for murder, he managed to get the charge down to manslaughter despite my best attempts, a decade ago got released on parole, it was high profile at the time, but right now I had more concerning things on my mind.

I found a book that looked like one I wanted, it was really easy to understand, had lots of illustrations, and I continued with what I had planned. That night as with every night, for months without any end in sight, the scratching kept me up again, but no message came too light. When at dawn the scratching stopped, as was often, but not always the case, I threw the book down in frustration, and slept while I could trusting the clawing to eventually cause me to wake. I woke up sometime later, to an unexpected sight, with scratches on the book I’d left unattended and out of sight. Some of the pages were torn out, and scattered on the floor. I’d grown used to unexpected occurrences, and thought about it no more. 

I busied myself cleaning up, putting the shreds as close as I could back to how it was before.

And when that evening soon arrived, the book unharmed with not one page out of place but that detail soon went out from my mind without a trace I nearly fainted from surprise. In unsure, hesitant scratching, that I had to check what remained of the book to be sure if I was right, the clawing gave me a message, it said

“Im sory for giv frite”

I tapped out my response on the wall, with shaking unsteady hands,

“You can talk?” I wasn’t expecting much, thinking I may have lost what remained of my fragile, brittle mind, But stayed up that night for a new reason, listening to the sad story of a scared and lonely creature who needed a friend.

They didn’t know who once they were, where their mouth went, or how they got their long and torturous claws.

Or how and why they got trapped inside my house, unable to put one scaled and gnarled foot inside.

Or even why they seemed to have no form to touch the world, barely any mortal guise.

But sunlight seemed to banish them, they couldn’t stand the taste of day,

And in their broken faltering english, they finally managed to say.

That they wanted to find someone, so they could finally relate, but never had any means to speak, or any message to relay, any damage or effect they had on the physical world that would cause people to take notice, would quickly fade and turn back to how it was, leaving them with no ideas on what to do.

The only exception to their ability, was that what living things they shredded with their dastardly and grasping claws, stayed forever sundered, and I realized that's where the rodents I once had must have gone,

The thing I could not see explained, it didn't mean to do me any harm, I said that if only it would let me sleep, we could have our little talks.

In its endearingly innocent way, ignorant of the trouble it had been making, it asked me to explain what sleep was, since it spent every moment waking, and was trying to make sure that when I died at night, that I would come to life once again.

With confusion and some difficulty, I explained that sleep is only a partial death, but is needed in some quantity for us humans to maintain our health, we came to an agreement, we would talk to each other in our long and short patterned, coded way, during the hours between day and night, near dusk and near each dawn, 

But during the dead of night I needed sleep, and life went on in this strange, but bearable new way.

When I came back to work days later, my boss said I looked like was much better, and I agreed. I said the reason why was complicated, but the problem was now removed.

It only was a little lie, the cause of the issue was still there but was now a little more understood.

He said that I should be careful, as the leading witness in the case that started my career was found in a lake, strangled, blue, and floating,

I said that I’d be careful, and vowed to call the police for some patrols to come by house,

I’d arranged with the clawed and mouthless thing that I could now communicate with, to stay late at the office, but leave the tv on to entertain it,

It liked the PBS channel especially, and Sesame Street even more,

It often told me at great lengths, what Big Bird had been up to while I slept.

I arrived that night quite past sunset, to a certain smell, unfamiliar and nauseating, 

On my doorstep I found filleted corpse, of someone for who the police were now ineffectively searching. I rang them up immediately, they arrived and had a number of questions which I answered with the truth.

I didn’t see what happened, or know the name of anyone who might of, And that the murder weapon appeared to be several knives, but no blood trail was to be found.

They took the body with them, along with all the evidence, and said if they had anymore questions, they’d let me know, but didn’t seem particularly worried.

They figured it was likely a sort of wild cat, lost somewhere in the city, and since he likely would’ve gotten the chair anyway, the figured someone had done the city a service.

I asked my new friend and new protector, only one question about what happened to that man, I asked “Why?”

And waited several minutes of contemplative silence for the similarly brief reply.

“Friend, good, man, bad”

I left it at that but realized, I could take on more cases such as those, without the expensive security, most lawyers who chose such a path often required.

I still live in that house to this day, comfortably retired, and left a note in my will that my next of kin who gets this house must comply with,

Morse Code must be learned, and an open mind is unquestioningly required.

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