#junji ito x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

writer-of-the-shack · 10 months

Note

pls can u write ANYTHING for a pretty boy x gn! reader? no one writes 4 him n im so desperate u don't understand 😭

In all honesty, I can agree with this. The lack of Intersection Pretty Boy fics just makes me- GGGGGGGGG

Also, sorry for the long wait!! Honestly, I had to rack my small brain for some prompts that would make a good scenario so- Ehe..??? HOW MANY YEARS??? THIS IS THE LONGEST I THINK THAT A BLOG HAS RELEASED ITS FIRST POST AND I'M HONESTLY SO SORRY I PROMISE I'LL DO MY BEST WITH THE OTHERS IT WOULDN'T BE A YEAR LONG WAIT I SWEAR--

Within the Fog

The town of Nanchou-Shi was eccentric in its own right. With the obsession of the townsfolk over intersection fortune telling and the rumors of the ghost that haunts the town's tradition, the Intersection Pretty Boy. Though intersection fortune telling was something that people mostly do in search of that one seed of hope, the circulating cases proved otherwise. If not, it proved to be more dangerous than helpful.

In truth, the strange problem of the town seemed to have beckoned a morbid curiosity within you. The fact that these unfortunate souls met their ends when all they wanted was hope for their romantic struggles was a tragedy in its own right. Yet not only were they caused by random strangers that happened to pass by, but the most intriguing part was that the victims would often talk of a beautiful boy in black wearing red lipstick. He was an unknown entity that piqued the fear and interest of many.

With the mystery of the Intersection Pretty Boy's origin and identity, all fingers are pointed at your unfortunate friend, Fukata Ryusuke, claiming he was the Intersection Pretty Boy. But doubt would always wrap your mind in its shadowy cloak as you think of the connection between the Intersection Pretty Boy and Ryusuke. He never wore earrings, nor had you seen him owning red lipstick. Yet the tension of his posture and the sweat trailing down his face roused your suspicion.

As usual, the rumors regarding Intersection Fortune telling had been one of the school's favorite topics to gossip about, and your piercing gaze with the worried glances of Midori was of no help as Ryusuke struggled through the day.

Through the classroom window, it was easy to know that it was another gloomy day in Nanchou-Shi. Though the school had sheltered the students from the fog, they couldn't stay in school for long. But it was a thought that barely reached their restless minds, for what drowns their caution was the overpowering curiosity and temptation of Intersection Fortunetelling. Ryusuke never seemed to do it for the sake of his struggles, but it seemed more of a responsibility for him, one that seemed to come at the price of his well-being. As the fog hung in the air, he'd walk through the town, passing through intersections and giving advice. As days went by, curiosity crept from behind, slowly engulfing your mind as the image of what remained of your friend, Ryusuke, would occasionally flash within your mind. How thin he had become, how dull his eyes would come. He seemed like a dead man walking.

Your thoughts continued to dive deep into the intriguing mystery of Nanchou-Shi. But with the chilling hush of the wind, you were dragged back into reality, your view obscured by the overwhelming fog. "Tsk… Lost. I shouldn't have spaced out like that." Frustration clung from the back of your head as you internally scolded yourself. Helpless, you tried to navigate through the fog, wishing for something to enter your line of sight, perhaps a wall or a sign. And so, your wish came true as gray walls entered your line of sight, concealed by a veil of fog. Towards the wall, you walked. Mind running through memories to see if this wall was a puzzle piece to a place you've walked past at some point. But to no avail, your thoughts froze as your fingers made contact with the sharp turn of the wall.

You were at an intersection.

Cold realization struck as you froze in your spot. It felt like the wall was absorbing your hand, refusing to let you escape. The silent atmosphere of Nanchou-Shi felt more ominous as your eyes darted around the fog, paranoia creeping in like a silent predator. Was that figure walking towards you just a figment of your imagination? A hallucination? A tall, slim figure walked through the fog, seemingly unaffected by the heavy fog. It wasn't in a hurry like a businessman running late for work or a daydreaming student idly walking from school with their bag in hand or shoulder. The figure strolled casually, the rhythmic clack of their footsteps growing nearer and louder.

Paranoia turned to panic as your silently wary mind exploded into a flurry of thoughts. Whether you believed in the tales of the Black-Clothed ghost or thought it was just an elaborate cover for someone's crimes, you knew the outcome was inevitably grim.

The fog soon made way for the figure, revealing an otherworldly beauty. Eyes devoid of life, red-stained lips curved in a small yet mysterious smile, he wore no other color than black. The fog didn't seem like an entity of its own, but rather, it was akin to a veil that lovingly embraced him.

And as your eyes found him, it felt as if your heart froze. It was a contrast to your mind running in a storm of frenzy. Yet like the calmness in a storm's eye, one thought echoed in your mind like a voice lost within a looming cave.

Run.

With sudden courage, you ran from the intersection. Your beating heart echoed in your ears as the heaving of your breath grazed past your auditory senses. Yet none of those seemed to drown the echoing footsteps of the Intersection Pretty Boy. The image of the tall ghost was carved in your mind as you ran through the streets of Nanchou-Shi, using every turn to your advantage. But no matter how many turns you took, the chill that clung to your back didn't fade.

With the doubtful reassurance of your mind, you finally slowed your pace as you leaned on a lamp post for support, catching your breath. As you looked up, your eyes met the all-too-familiar gaze of Ryusuke. His confused gaze set upon you as he approached you with caution. "(Y/n)..?" The sickly-looking boy gazed at you, cold sweat trailing down his cheek as he took in your disheveled appearance. With the haunting image of the Intersection Pretty Boy flashing in your mind, you chuckled as you smiled at Ryusuke. Finally, in the presence of a familiar face, the veil of caution and fear slowly slipped from your mind, leaving only a tiny stain of vigilance within your mind.

"Ryusuke! " A sigh of relief escaped from your lips which curled into a smile that Ryusuke reciprocated with an uneasy smile, shoving his hands in the pocket of his uniform slacks. The fragile smile on his face dropped, unease flooding through his eyes as he looked at you as he spoke. "I didn't expect that I'd see you here…" With his hands still in his pocket, he walked past you. The Black-Clothed Ghost loomed over you, and he stood with his back straight. Ryusuke, though he hid his hands in his pocket, walked with a slouched back and heavy shoulders.

"… The fog's heavy. You should go home." He said as he looked at you over his shoulder. Unlike the ghost, who seemed at home in the fog, Ryusuke seemed like a fearful prey within the heavy fog. As his figure disappeared into the heavy fog, you struggled to take in your surroundings through the heaviness of the fog. Relief flooded over you the moment you recognized the streets.

You were finally near your home.

Finally, inside the safety of your home, you hurried towards the privacy of your room and into the comfort of your bed. After your eventful walk back home, you were too tired to get back up from your bed to change out of your uniform. The softness of the bed was just too comforting for you to leave as your eyes shut, slipping into your dreams.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself on the cold streets of Nanchou-Shi. Upon noticing the familiar fog surrounding you, your eyes widened as you sat up and looked around. Echoes of steady footsteps reached your ears, sending your blood running cold as you turned your head to see the all-too-familiar silhouette of a looming figure.

As the silhouette grew nearer and nearer, your mind began to yell at you to run. But as you tried to stand and run, you couldn't. Your body felt as if it was frozen, glued in place. Why? You couldn't move your own body, and he was nearing you. His eyes were an empty void of lifeless white. With his red-stained smile, you could feel his gaze on you.

At last, you managed to stand to your feet, taking your steps back, away from him. Set on running away from him, you finally turned away and ran deeper into the endless fog. You couldn't tell where you were going. Your mind plagued with fear as the sounds of his footsteps didn't seem to disappear the more you tried to run from him.

It only seemed as if your attempt was futile. Wordlessly, he appeared from within the fog and walked past you. Each time he opened those red-colored lips, you ran faster, not wanting to hear any words coming out of his mouth. The more you ran, the more it seemed like you were in a desolate town. You expected to run into someone, perhaps Ryusuke, but there was no one except the Black-Clothed Ghost.

Feeling your heart hammer through your ribs as you ran deeper within the fog, breathing felt heavy as your body gave out. You didn't know how long you were running, and the more you ran, the more pointless it seemed. Countless turns and intersections greeted you, and it only seemed like you were running in circles. No matter how many turns you took, he's always there.

Leaning on a wall as you tried to catch your breath, you lifted your head to find the heartless ghost walking past you with an eerie smile. As you watched him walk past an intersection, a sigh escaped your lips. The momentary relief washed over you as you thanked your luck that you stopped on the length of the walls and not its corners.

Resting your head against the wall behind you, you closed your eyes in hopes of waking up. This was a dream, you were sure of it…

… And you woke up. Not on the streets, and most certainly not on your bed. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you found yourself leaning against a person's leg. Standing with the back facing you, you let your eyes wander upwards only to find him again. His hands hidden in his pockets, his lithe figure loomed over you who remained on the ground.

Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder. Though his eyes were empty, you felt his gaze at you, felt him staring at you with the seemingly amused smile still on his red-stained lips.

And as his red lips parted, his voice rung to your ears, his words echoing in your mind.

"Never return."

#Intersection Pretty Boy #Lovesickness Dead #junji ito #junji ito x reader #Intersection Pretty Boy x reader #Seriously I'm sorry for taking A G E S

130 notes · View notes

maybellineissatisfied · 9 months

Text

Cemetery Sweethearts - Kazuya Hikizuri/GN!Reader

A/N: This is my first time posting on tumblr, so sorry if the format is off a bit

Contains: Macabre Fluff, Mentions of Dying (cemetery duh), Implied Sexual Content (but no smut srry)

Also on AO3 if you prefer that for reading fanfics :)

The heavy clouds shrouded the darkening sky, casting a dark blanket over the mansion as the lanterns illuminated sections of the graveyard. The mansion's windows glowed yellow and the muted sounds of shouting and crying rang across the graveyard towards an isolated figure walking towards the furthest corner of the unkept 'garden'. They passed copious graves as they followed a gravel path that had lonely blades of grass growing between the small stones as it weaved throughout the labyrinth of the dead. The path faded into the dense grass the further away from the house it stretched until eventually it was swallowed into the tangle of green.

You crouched by a few of the graves that claustrophobically decorated the backyard, muttering lowly to them about what was on the news that day, and about what you did. The spirits wailed and whined in response as they soared overhead and dipped under the ground. You giggled wryly as they tickled you with a cool breeze when they flew too close. Sometimes the spirits asked you in echoing voices about something specific, whether it be their family, politics or if the convenience store on near their childhood home still had their favourite snack. You would answer to the best of your ability, however, some of them were stubborn and refused to accept that times were changing although they were dead.

"Always the stalker, never the stalked." You tittered as some gravel crunched behind you, not bothering to turn around. "Right, Kazuya?"

"Nothing gets past you, my observant little raven." Said man chuckled, emerging from behind a tall headstone, running a hand through his hair to brush off stray leaves as he sauntered towards you.

"You've stalked me since we first met, I know how you work." You rolled your eyes and turned to face him. His eyes softened when you stood up to brush some imaginary dust off his shoulders and straighten the collar of his shirt. "Why'd you follow me? You said you were going to take a bath."

"I heard the coo of a lovely mourning dove and wanted to catch a glimpse of them." He brought your left hand up to his face and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "It's a sign of good fortune after all."

"You flatter me." You smiled as he continued to kiss your hand.

"You bewitch me, my darling." Kazuya purred, turning your hand to press kisses into your palm. "It was this very hand that picked up my pen and gave it back to me. I almost proposed right then."

"I would have said yes even back then." You giggled as Kazuya trailed kisses up your arm.

"I know."

"I remember at graduation; you gave me the second button of your uniform because you didn't know if you'd see me again." You reminisced as he softly kissed your neck, tilting your head to accommodate him but still feeling the frame of his glasses prod your skin. "I wore it as a necklace ever since that day, it was like a wedding ring."

"And you still wear it, alongside your wedding ring." Kazuya mused, holding your necklace and inspected the button that used to be on his uniform. "Do you love me that much, darling?"

"Of course I do," You retorted. "I doubt anyone else could put up with you and your family."

"That's true." He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the button. "I love you." He sighed and kissed his way up your face to your lips.

His lips brushed against yours shyly at first until you grabbed his face and pulled him closer. He smiled against your lips slightly and held your shoulders. When you pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and Kazuya whined quietly, pressing his forehead against yours desperately. You smiled and stroked his face which he leaned into.

"You're so cute." You smiled. "I'm going to stay out here for a bit, do you want to stay with me, sweetheart?"

"Sure, let's go on a walk though. Afterwards, could I persuade you to join me in the bath?" Kazuya inquired, linking his arm through yours. You nodded at him and squeezed your arm around his.

The two of you strolled around the cemetery, reminiscing about the individuals whose names were inscribed on the headstones. Kazuya eventually halted at a grave that was fore fronted by a barren patch of uneven dirt and the faded edges of a pentagram, there was also some candle wicks laying in the surrounding grass, swallowed by the erratic blades.

"I wish Uncle Diginosuke could have met you, darling, he would've loved you." Kazuya murmured, gazing sadly at the headstone. "Shame his grave is empty now." You remained silent but nodded. Years ago, the grave used to emit woeful groans and cries alongside the occasional mutter of "karma", but you never saw a spirit. Now it was cold and empty, only a distant memory kept alive by a still-mourning nephew.

Diginosuke had always been a sensitive topic for Kazuya, especially after the siblings resurrected him and his zombie was consumed by their father's ghost. Kazuya would talk about his uncle with fondness as he showed you photographs of his infant self playing with Diginosuke. Your favourite was one of Diginosuke sitting on a swing set with a four-year-old Kazuya laughing in his lap, however, that was the last photo of the two before Diginosuke was forced to leave the mansion after an affair and killed himself. Kazuya admitted he cried for a long time after his uncle left and didn't understand what had truly happened as his father told him that Diginosuke insulted the family and to get over him because 'a man shouldn't cry'. Kazuya found out that Diginosuke was dead a few days before he turned five years old.

"I also know mom would have adored you, maybe even more than she adored me." Kazuya's woeful gaze turned to you. "She knew about you, despite me trying to hide my feelings. She wanted me to marry you, and she was the one who encouraged me to give you my button when I graduated; 'It's a subtle yet meaningful way of telling them how you feel.' is what she said." He smiled briefly at the memory.

Masue Hikizuri was a beautiful and kind woman who loved all her children very much and tried to make time for all of them. You had only met her in passing and she always smiled at you which made Kazuya get embarrassed and usher her and his siblings away. Kazuya constantly mentioned how his mom wanted to formally meet you, and have you around for a meal but you never got the chance before her and his dad died. After that, Kazuya would constantly tell you stories about his mom, and what she would have thought about you two being together and being married.

Even though Kazuya had told you these stories hundreds of times, you never got tired of hearing them, because you knew it made him happy to tell you them. He only talked about his mom and uncle though, he rarely mentioned his father because his father didn't support the relationship and would criticize Kazuya for thinking of courting you. His mom, on the other hand, was fully supportive and was elated her son had found someone he loved to spend time with since he was always gloomy and isolated himself from other people. While you never met his uncle, Kazuya told you about some advice his uncle gave his younger self offhandedly about striving for happiness throughout life, and you made him happy, so he had adhered to his uncle's words.

Eventually, Kazuya rolled his shoulders and smiled at you, gently guiding you away from his uncle's abandoned grave and along another dirt path. You continued to talk about the names on the graves and Kazuya would indulge you in stories about them, since they were his deceased ancestors. However, as you walked further into the cemetery, the headstones became blank; they didn't need names though, you both remembered who each one was and how they died.

"Darling, it's your good friend, Tabata. Remember him?" Kazuya mused, gesturing to a patch of dirt that was nestled between two broken headstones. You could see Tabata's ghost floating above his grave with a woeful expression painted on his disfigured face as his vacant eyes bore into your soul. You stared back, apathetic, and leaned into Kazuya's side more. "I sure remember what you did to him."

"I always knew you were a bit of a freak, but I would never have thought murder turned you on so much. You couldn't keep your hands off me, not that I'm complaining." You teased, making him smirk.

"Like you were any better than I was."

"Yeah, I had you arching your back and biting the pillows then, and I always do it again easily." You smirked triumphantly as he flushed and pulled your linked arm to continue walking.

"Ah, it's poor Kotani and his mannequin." Kazuya giggled at some grass under a tree. "I remember the fun we had with him."

"How many of Narumi's boyfriends have you guys killed overall again? I've been present for seven, and Kotani makes eight of them dead."

"Twenty." Kazuya stated apathetically. "Well we've only physically killed them a few times, most of them got scared to death like poor Kotani. My favourite was one extremely rude boy who thought he could attack Misako," Kazuya laughed. "The look on his face when she scratched his arms to shreds was a pretty picture. It was even better when we got a hold of him, but the clean-up was a pain." He sighed dramatically.

Eventually, the two of you stopped walking around and sat on the lone bench in the graveyard with Kazuya's head resting in your lap as you caressed his face and played with his hair. The dark grey clouds framed the moon, allowing the natural light to illuminate the world for the first time that night. The moonlight shone down on you and Kazuya, creating a soft silver glow on the grass and the granite and marble headstones.

It was a typical weekend evening, with you and Kazuya enjoying each other's company away from his overbearing siblings, even if it was in the graveyard at the back of the mansion. It reminded you of when the two of you would sneak away from your friends and family as teenagers to see each other, however, his siblings would usually stalk you two to check that their big brother wasn't abandoning them. Fortunately, they grew out of the habit after knowing you were not threat, but also because Kazuya and Kinako would scold the younger ones.

"I want to share a grave with you, darling." Kazuya whispered, breaking the silence. "'Deep in the earth, my love is lying, and I must weep alone.' Doesn't that sound awful? Being apart from you is a nightmare I refuse to experience, there's no point to life if my mourning dove isn't singing."

"Poetic." You smiled sadly, twirling a strand of his fringe around your finger. "You could be the next Poe with the depressingly macabre stuff you spout. Or maybe even Keats? Do you want me to cut off your head and keep it in a plant pot?" You laughed glumly.

"I mean it, (Y/N), if you died before me, I would end my life to be laid next to your body." Kazuya's insistence on dying together was unnerving to say the least, and his sincere expression made you shiver. He sat up abruptly and moved to sit in your lap, bringing your hands to his chest. "Our bodies would grow cold and rot together until we become one with the earth." He smiled dreamily and nuzzled his head against yours.

"Or until Hitoshi performs some necromancy." You muttered, causing him to pull his head away and scowl. "Bright side is, we would be undead together, and I know you would be a handsome zombie."

"So would you, my dear." He smiled and kissed you softly. "Maybe I'll ask Hitoshi to do that in the future; just to wake up with you in my arms and see your face again."

You both lapsed into a comfortable silence, with Kazuya sitting in your lap, leaning against you, a serene expression on his face. You wrapped your arms around him and brought him closer to you and rested your head against the crook of his neck to which he sighed contentedly.

"'Neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul, of the beautiful (Y/N) Hikizuri.'" Kazuya said, holding you closer. "We're fated to be together for all of eternity, and in every life. I'll never let you go again." His voice lowered to a more possessive tone and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"You said that when you proposed to me, and on our wedding day." You sighed, nuzzling into his neck. "If you weren't worshiping the ground I walk on, I would think you were in love with Poe, the amount of times you quote his poems and change the words."

"His poems are macabre, emotional, passionate." Kazuya's voice shifted to a sultry tone with every word. "Just like us." He purred into your ear.

"You're so sappy!" You laughed and pushed him off your lap.

"You love it, (Y/N), don't deny it!" He insisted, wrestling you down on the bench. He tickled your sides and pressed a wet kiss on your face as you yelped and tried to squirm out from under him. He laughed loudly and pressed his weight down on you, trapping you underneath him as he continued to tickle you.

"Okay! Okay! Let me go!" You cried, cheeks hurting from laughter. Kazuya stopped his attack and smirked down at you. He sat back and pulled you up so you were sitting side by side on the bench. "You're right, I do love it." A bashful smile spread across your face as you leaned against him and he did the same while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Have I told you that you look so melancholy tonight?" Kazuya asked, cupping your chin in his hand, running his thumb across your bottom lip. "The moon highlights the pessimism in your eyes."

"The shadows around your eyes and cheekbones make you look dead, my dear." You whispered, leaning closer to him, gazing at him as his eyes lit up. "But your eyes are alive and conniving. I almost feel like I'm in danger."

"Does that excite you?" He purred as he kissed your neck, smirking into your skin as you moaned and shuddered.

"We will disturb the dead, beloved." You gasped as he nipped your neck and heatedly ran his tongue over the marks. Low groans and wails echoed in the distance but you tuned them out as Kazuya's hot tongue trailed up your throat and jaw.

"Let them be disturbed." Kazuya moaned breathlessly, cupping your face. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly and pulled you down on top of him.

#junji ito #junji ito x reader #kazuya hikizuri #the strange hikizuri siblings #japanese tales of the macabre #first kazuya fanfic?

53 notes · View notes

airbendertendou · 8 months

Text

NOTHING TO SEE! ♥︎ saiki kusuo

synopsis : you need to meet your tutor-of-sorts, but bring along your babysitting duties

cw : soichi , knowing junji ito lore isnt needed! , possibly ooc , mention of eating scorpions! , lowercase intended , name used instead of yn

“get down from there right now!” a clatter is heard as a bundle of nails fall to the floor. letting out a sigh, you pinch the bridge of your nose before looking up. “i don’t have time for this today, soichi. are you coming with me or not?”

pink hair is easy enough to spot as your grip on the eleven year old’s wrist tightens. soichi giggles to himself, muttering things you’re glad you don’t hear. you grit your teeth, smiling tensely at your classmate. “i’m so sorry about this.”

as always, saiki kusuo stays silent. he looks from you to the child attached to your arm and blinks. you make soichi sit beside the wall, scooting into the booth beside him as you place your bag on the floor.

you clear your throat, “last minute babysitting duties. his brother is studying for college, so i’m their last resort.” you watch soichi from the corner of your eye — he’s making faces on the window at everyone who passes by. “he listens… fairly well.”

the table goes silent as you bring your school books out. saiki glances at the child again, blinking at soichi's glare. a waitress stops by your table, flinching at every gag soichi releases — he's not a fan of sweets. you smile awkwardly again, letting out a small laugh and apologizing profousely.

"why do i go out in public with you."

as always, you tend to speak your thoughts. saiki flinches at the echo, watching as you scowl at soichi. the kid grins, mouth full of nails as he wiggles in his seat. you sigh, looking back to saiki, "i'm surprised your other friends aren't here. they usually go wherever you go."

"i managed to ditch them." saiki reads through his text book, not meeting your gaze. "for now. they'll probably show up soon."

a squeaking sound interrupts the silence. soichi is taking his pointer finger and dragging it harshly down the window. when he sees both of your eyes on him, he grins. "hehehehe—"

"soichi," you frown, but keep your voice soft, "remember your promise?"

the boy's smile falls, eyes squinting as he pouts. "behave and i'll get a treat."

"not just a treat!" you dig through your bag again, the crinkle of a wrapper hitting saiki's ears. soichi sits up straight, eyes widening and brightening. "your favorite treat."

a lollipop is in your hand, the orange color gleaming in the lights. saiki doesn't hide his disgust at the sight of it ; soichi can't hide his excitement. there's a scorpion in the candy, seemingly still twitching around the stick.

saiki takes a sip of his drink, "disgusting."

soichi hisses at the pink haired boy, “i’ll curse you! may you always find watermelon seeds in your soup!” curling against you cutely, he bats his widened eyes, looking at the lollipop before back at you. "how nice of you to bring me a treat, name!"

"an hour or two of quiet, that's all i ask."

the eleven year old agrees, seemingly purring as he lays his head on your shoulder. you let out a sigh, relaxing at his subdued state. you grin saiki's way, "it's safe to study now! so, i'm confused on this part—"

saiki is in disbelief of what he hears. the child may be calm, but his mind is running and yelling, going in circles with topics. you pop up sometimes — soichi's nicest thoughts are always about you. soichi narrows his eyes at the pink boy — there's a slew of threats and curses heading his way.

"he listens to me the most," you speak up. saiki looks to you and your gentle, caring smile. "that's why his family hired me. i just think i'm nice and he appreciates it."

that could be true. it was shown in your toughts and soichi's. your kindess and the way you listened to the boy ; the way he melted into your side and trusted you.

it made saiki kusuo feel a little warmer than usual.

——♥︎—— soichi is so so silly <3 i hope i got his character close to what it is ]: based on me watching my nephew <<3

airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#saiki kusuo imagines #saiki x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo drabble #saiki kusuo scenarios #saiki kusuo oneshots #kusuo saiki x reader #soichi #junji ito nightmare #saiki kusuo headcanon #tdlosk #saiki kusou no psi nan

194 notes · View notes

thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

Text

The Devil's name is Tomie (Romantic)

I fucking love Junji ito and specifically the ever changing character of Tomie. This is kinda more of a character study of her with my interpretation

Reader in this is female

There are dark topics in this like murder, Tomie’s origins which include her being in a relationship with her teacher and general creepy dudes so be warned. Also stuff in the relationship is definitely toxic (low key kinda yandere) but it’s Tomie so you probably already assumed that. She’s not a good person by any means and is a monster in every sense of the word

this is dark and not healthy. I repeat not a healthy relationship.

This is kinda me dabbling in some darker subject matter so please be warned when reading and keep that in mind

From the vivid memories that Tomie can removed of her initial life of a normal teenage girl she knew she always had a rosy picture of romance

She’d see romances played on the screens of tv shows depicting charming men with roses and girls being gifted necklaces or letters written out of love

It was something she had craved and had become curious about

Love, what an odd thing. It must’ve been great by how all the women in those old movies would giggle like little girls and swoon

It’s perhaps why her former self had pursued a relationship with her teacher, one whom would eventually go on to dismember her along with her classmates

It was from that point she had realized that love was fake

Faker than the plastered smiles of those classmates who had killed and dismembered her as she walked back into that classroom

Watching with a smile the mental anguish her appearance had given them

Each time she then went on to be killed by pathetic men had gone to prove that to her

Love was only made up of two things, obsession and lust

But something changed suddenly

She had enrolled at a university with the goal to once again watch people’s psyche crumble for her entertainment

Looking for a victim to toy with in her endless cycle

But it was there that she ran into you, poor naive little you who had a seat beside her in class

Your…cute?. A bright young woman like herself who greets her with genuine enthusiasm

That in itself isn’t much to her, what does get her attention is when a pathetic boy tries to steal a glance beneath her skirt

She can’t say she’s surprised but before she can retaliate on her own you do it for her

Calling him out in front of everyone with raging fury of how disgusting he is

Now that…that for some reason sparks an interest in her

For almost all her previous lives from her different clones Tomie couldn’t really remember a time someone had acted in such a way

It intrigues her to pursue you

So after class is over she thanks you, asking if perhaps you’d be interested in a study session and you agree

She meets up with you at a small cafe she found herself enjoying, they made good pastries and no one had yet to screw up her caramel macchiato

It’s there that she engages with real conversation with you. There’s no fake facades like usual, she lets her guard down just enough as you ask about her interests and what she was pursuing

When she asks the same questions you light up, talking passionately

She can’t remember the time where she’d put so much effort into something

She did it before (she must’ve back when she was a normal school girl) but her mind goes blank

As hours tick on she doesn’t feel the passage of time until you suggest walking her back to the dorms

And she agrees

You hover by her side, giving security from male gazes sent both of your ways

You’d glare sending them scattering off which made her hold back giggles

She felt nice

So she concludes that perhaps she’d spend more time with you

Meeting up with you from this point onwards becomes a tradition for her

Along with spending her lunch with you talking and idly chatting about the latest fashion

She likes that you actually listen to her, treat her more than just something to claim or impress

You genuinely engage with her interests in the refined and even pick up the latest copy of vogue when you have the chance and money

You see her as Tomie, an individual that no one (not even her other incarnations) can replicate

Sure she is a bitch at times, one who’s words cut harsher than knives but you also know that she is honest in those words of criticism

You take her for what she is even though the bad overweighs the good (but you don’t know about that. She keeps her cool when with you)

She begins to realize she has formed some sort of attachment to you but she’s not sure what type

It feels more intimate and intense than friendship but for the longest time she’s in denial that it is love

Or at least her own slightly twisted version of it

And it stays that way for the longest while until you end up crying in her unblemished arms

Apparently one of your professors had been acting creepy towards you. Constantly sending odd glances your way and trying to get you to stay after class to talk to you privately

It was freaking you out, especially since he was a well regarded teacher and no one would possibly believe your words

Whatever is in her mind pauses at that, flashes of HIM and what had initially started her never ending cycle play in her head

It is then two questions are answered in her mind

1. Why was she so interested in you?

It now stares her in the face, you remind her of her former self

You exemplify what she remembers of that initial life so long ago. The innocence, the passion, the hope and Shortcomings of how girls are treated by society

The fear that comes with it from being taken advantage of by men whom await around corners like monsters

Back then she’d been to naive and cocky to see how her teacher had taken advantage of the opportunity. She thought at the time she was in control, that it was ok but it wasn’t

But your smart enough not to fall into their claws, you see the red eyes peering from the darkness and know to run

What you do not know though is that the beautiful blue of Tomie’s eyes are an entirely new monster that you had run willing into

With each incarnation each Tomie loses a bit of their humanity, becoming more and more removed from the original

They’d all accepted it at that point, hell she had reviled in it for awhile that she was removed from humanity

But due to you she now craves it, she craves to have you to help her feel alive again form how utterly human you are

And 2. That feeling was love…you what she assumed to be love

It’s such a removed concept to her now. Twisted by the past memories of dead Tomie’s of “Love” they’d revived from their followers

Obsession and lust being the key ingredients to that mysterious concept

But now as she whips away your tears with a certain gentleness she sees the love for so long ago

Love she saw in those black and white films of a childhood long past

Or something like it

At heart Tomie knows this love is likely twisted, dark at the centre of it all yet she does not care

All she cares is that she’s feeling something

So kisses you, stopping your tears as you reciprocate back surprised but happy

She smirks as she pressed deeper into your mouth, hearing your little sounds

Her hands pull you closer to her, she can now feel your racing heart beat pounding in your chest. It’s cute especially as hers is unbeating

That night when you fall asleep at her side, curled up in her luxury blankets, head on a silk pillow as your hair formed a halo around you, she stares

You look like an angel, you are one…one that’s now trapped in the hands of a devil masquerading as an angelic being

She makes your relationship with her public immediately after that, hanging off your arm as you both head to classes

You get jealous stares but her angry glares stop people as the stew in anger

Your teacher whom was bothering you soon ends up getting kicked out his job and you cry happy tears to her

Unknowing to the fact she pulled some strings to have it that way

That’s how she likes it though, you completely unknowing to her true actions

And she intends to keep it that way no matter what

For she is now your loving girlfriend, whom always kisses your cheek goodbye and makes sure that everyone knows your hers and she’s yours

As you can tell she’s extremely possessive in more ways than you’d expect

She hides it well from your view but to everyone else they get the message

Stay the fuck away

Her world revolves around you and so should yours

She almost always has a hand on you, whether that be the small of your back, your hand, an arm wrapped around your shoulder or your waist

It gives her security and she enjoys the warmth she feels from you

Who needs friends anyways when you have your loving girlfriend?, family isn’t needed much either but she lets a pass on that

Cause she can slither her way into that social bubble and make them love her

Make them encourage you to possible tie the knot if your open to marriage

It doesn’t matter much to her but she does admit a wedding would be fun and it would make it official that your both tied to each other to the eyes of everyone else

If your Family’s homophobic or generally awful she’s 100% using that to advantage and getting you to cut them out your life

That way it’s just you and her

Tomie absolutely loves coordinating outfits with you that compliment one another or are complete opposites

Cause on the one hand the matching outfits show that your a couple and your both super cute together

But on the other hand with opposite aesthetics it’s also really cool when your in something pastel while she’s draped in red and leather with an arm around your waist

Whatever your tastes are in style she accommodates it to these fun little ideas she has

Speaking of which, Tomie is actually quite happy to try out quite a bit of dating ideas she saw from online and tv

Stuff like theme parks, movies, museums, plays and travel are ones she really wants to experience with you

But She’s equally happy to try out your suggestions as well since your the only input she actually cares about

She’s also protective but you probably already expected that as well

The minute any aggression is aimed at you she’s sending death glares and planning to ruin that persons life

Sometimes she won’t do it depending on the day and the amount of effort she wants to put into that

But on days she’s feeling petty or they did something really bad their entire life is gonna be in the garbage bin

No ifs, and’s or buts about it

This sentiment also extends to Other Tomie’s she runs into

She kills the other versions of herself whom interrupt her routine with you because of the fear they’ll steal you away

While they are also Tomie each has their own sense of individuality compared to the others which leads them to butt heads constantly

They are the same person but also not simultaneously

And with that comes the threat of them as well

For if they are her they’ll also want you to themselves just as she does once they see what makes you special to her

And she refuses to share you with anyone else including herself

You don’t know of this of course, she brushes it under the rug as she links her hand with yours and drags you off to a new shop

Telling you to find a nice dress as she deals with something urgent with a smile

With her she baths you with the same luxuries she surrounds herself with

You get the best just as she does, it’s to be expected since you are her beloved, her love, her dearest

Unlike most incarnations of herself your Tomie actually puts some effort into stuff

She likes domestic life, whether that be helping you with a meal or engaging in small but fun activities

Their enjoyable because you make them enjoyable for her

Which is something that can’t be said for the other Tomie’s and herself before she met you

She lives, breaths and wakes up each morning to feel your love for her and her love for you

No matter how actually twisted it really is

Because of this Tomie won’t let you go even in death

When the time comes that you are aging she WILL make sure that your still at her side

She curses you to a fate similar to her own except there are no other versions of you

Your just put in an immortal cycle, die and then wake up rejuvenated and back to normal

No memory of said death or life except for the fact that Tomie is your loving girlfriend

And when this happens you awake at her side in bed, her smiling face staring back at you as she caresses your cheek softly

Then giving you a kiss to seal your fate once again

To love Tomie is to suffer but for Tomie to love you is a fake eden that the devil herself protects

There is no apple to bite as to realize the truth of her ever consuming love

#tomie x reader #junji ito tomie #the toxic queen of girl boss

437 notes · View notes

holding-monsters-hands · 1 year

Text

I REDISOVERED MY FIXATION IN JUNJI ITO AND NOW I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT ‼️‼️‼️‼️

#junji ito #junji ito x reader #junji ito souichi #junji ito the model #junji ito tomie #bro I just wanna write about them all #they r special 2 me #i used to kin souichi and still do #because we have ultra autism and a fixation and horror #among other things but whatever

150 notes · View notes

actuallysaiyan · 2 months

Text

warnings: mentions of death and suicide, Tomie(she is a warning all in herself), crossover

The reports said that she was a dangerous curse. A special grade curse. One look at her and it would drive the person into madness. Falling in love with her until you cannot take it anymore. Most people who have encountered Tomie have taken their own lives in a fit of rage after murdering the curse…proceed with caution.

Gojo and Nanami sit at Nanami’s desk, looking over at you. You’ve just received this mission, and all three of you were going to have to track down this special grade curse. A curse so beautiful and so angelic, she turns people into murdering maniacs. Only a few have survived after seeing her face to face.

“I don’t think she’s that pretty,” Gojo says with a smirk. He throws a picture of Tomie onto Nanami’s desk.

Nanami studies it closely, “Maybe not in this photo, but I’ve been told she might be a shapeshifting curse.”

You look at the picture, seeing just how distorted it looks. You feel shivers run down your spine as you recognize the face. It’s Tomie, alright. You’ve seen her before. You, one of the only survivors of witnessing this curse, is about to pick up the pieces again. And it all starts with a distorted photograph of the two-faced girl who bullied you in high school.

COMING SOON

#bacon.writes #nanami x reader #nanami x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #nanago x reader #nanago #jjk x reader #jjk x you #crossover fic #junji ito #tomie

49 notes · View notes

neeneee · 6 months

Text

CHAPTER ONE

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ Haunted House ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Gojo x Reader

> reader gets ghosted every few months 😔

> Gojo uses light mode, because he’s a freak and let’s face it, only freaks use light mode

> Ren’s faceclaim is Rin Itoshi (real original ik), Kiyo is Junji Ito’s Tomie and Tsuna is a random ai generated black girl ✌️😜

> reader is not boy crazy, she just craves romantic love bc 🤷🏽‍♀️

>Kiyo and Ren dated right before she came out as Gay, but they stay friends anyway (but they still argue like a married couple, but there’s no romantic feelings there. He just like playing the victim)

> Tsuna is the mom friend

>in my world NO ONE DIES !! 😭

>they’re all between 21-23

>forgot to mention that reader is fem! 🥹

| masterlist | next >

61 notes · View notes

slasherpegger · 1 year

Text

Tomie x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Word Count: 0.4k

A/N: My grand return is catering to myself thanks to a request!!! As a plus size babe who loves Tomie, I adored writing these :))

Tomie is known to be obsessed with herself and her appearance, only caring about herself and how to get what she wants in life— until she met you. It became her goal to pursue you and once you two became a couple, she’d do whatever it took to make you happy and feel secure. The only person she loved more than herself was you.

Tomie completely loves and adores how you look, she admires and worships you in a non-sexual way. While you two are together she always is caressing your body; your stomach, your arms, your hand, back, cheek, anywhere she can gently stroke her hand upon has become her affectionate victim.

You tell Tomie about your self conscious thoughts about your weight and she is your biggest support, comforting you and endlessly praising how beautiful your body is to her. She holds you and covers your body in gentle kisses, looking up into your eyes occasionally with a sweet softness and whispering sweet complimentary nothings in between each kiss.

Tomie loves to surprise you with clothes, she’ll go out of her way to make sure it fits you perfectly and even shops at plus size specialty stores for you! She’s even a sucker for matching clothes and will get you a cute set or two that you can wear out together.

Tomie loves doing your makeup! She loves to show your features off instead of hiding them, accentuating your round face with a specific contour. She doesn’t admit it but she has spent an unholy amount of time researching how to and watching many YouTube tutorials.

The two of you love going out— it’s a chance to flaunt each other off to the public and display your undying love for one another! Tomie is very affectionate and isn’t afraid to display some PDA; in fact she adores it. She’s proud of you and your love!

It’s always a risk to hear nasty comments while being out, especially every once in a while a fatphobic prick saying something nasty to you. Tomie never appreciates those comments and defends you with her life, standing up to those who dare to insult you. Anyone who tries to say something negative to you, especially about your weight, is getting a verbal berating from your defensive partner.

The morning news is always a blessing and a curse. At first you never understood the coincidence; mutilated corpses found in the same area you live in, all being those who have insulted you or ever made negative comments about your weight or appearance. It took a good while for it to click in your head but once it did, you didn’t know whether to feel flattered or concerned.

#tomie #tomie kawakami #tomie x reader #tomie x yn #Junji ito #Junji ito tomie #fanfic #fanfiction #plus size reader #plus size yn

157 notes · View notes

lady-villain-imagines · 1 year

Text

Tell Me I’m The Best

Tomie x wlw!Reader Drabble

I just want her y’know. Y’know?

TW for probably unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessiveness and jealousy. NSFW implied

You were sprawled in a stupidly large, comfortable bed, fluffy comforters almost devouring you. Music played softly over a radio placed on a dresser across the room, along with the soft hum of the bedrooms overhead fan slowly whirling in steady circles. The room was a mess, clothing and makeup haphazardly laying around. Several juicy gossip column magazines had been thrown around here and there. You had one such magazine in your hands, lazily reading the salacious dramatized versions of the latest love lives of the rich and famous.

You were in the room of your… well. It was hard to describe what you were. Girlfriend didn’t sound right, and lover sounded stupid. Situationship, maybe? Friends with benefits except you don’t see anyone else? There wasn’t a name for being gal pals with a creature who regularly twisted men to her will, driving them mad with desire and in turn often getting herself maimed in horrific ways.

She was a monster, countless murders were because of her. What she even was was never spoken about. You weren’t sure if even Tomie knew. You knew there were… others of her. She had been very displeased in disclosing that, as if you would run off to find another Tomie. Of course there wasn’t a chance you would ever do something stupid like that. For whatever reason she decided you would be who she let hold her at night when she was so sought after, you counted yourself as the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Not saying she didn’t have her ‘quirks’.

“You’re really reading that when I’m standing right here?” A shrill voice broke the lull, sharp and commanding. Lowering the magazine to look at the source, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen was standing at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips. There she was… Tomie. The girl of everyone’s dreams. And boy, did she look pissed.

Her perfect face scrunched up as she glared down at you. You just stared at her for a moment before using your quick thinking to deduce why she was mad (this time). Ah, of course…you hadn’t watched her the second she came back into the room and dared to look elsewhere.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to read now.” You responded sarcastically, clearly not phased by her attitude. You were used to it.

“You should be sorry. I’m standing here before you, and you don’t even look up? You’d rather have your nose buried in a stupid magazine?” She responded with a huff and a roll of her eyes. You bit back telling her it was her stupid magazine in the first place, “What could be so interesting, huh?”

After that, you were jostled as she flopped into the blankets next to you. You laughed as she had to shimmy & roll a bit to get over to you. She was wearing comfortable clothes, a simple tank top and shorts that showed off her pristine skin. It was always a wonder to you how she had no scars despite the wounds you had seen her with. She has no obvious marks on her skin besides the beauty mark near her eye. God, you loved that beauty mark. You loved all of her.

Tomie looked disdainfully at the trashy magazine before snaking her way into your arms, head on your chest as she got into a position so she could read with you as you held the magazine out for the both of you. She was cold, her hand resting on your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. You didn’t know if she did it on purpose, but she gently let the tips of her fingers slide under your shirt, just enough to rest her whole palm over your lower stomach. It gave you butterflies.

The two of you read through the magazines pages, laughing and gasping appropriately at the drama. You would both make comments (hers far crueler than yours) about people’s outfits. When it came to a page of particularly beautiful women in a fashion show, you feel Tomie’s eyes slide to you. This was definitely a test and you passed by quickly turning the page. Regardless, Tomie was tired of sharing your attention with the pictured women and she took the magazine out of your hands, propping herself up on her elbow besides you. She tossed it to join all of the other discarded items on the floor.

“Enough of those cheap girls. You don’t need to look at them when I’m here.” She was right. You looked over at her, opening up your arms a bit more to invite her further into your space. She leaned forwards, lips brushing yours. Her lipgloss smelled like cherries, her silky hair spilling towards you. Everything about her was intoxicating.

Your lips pressed into hers and she immediately sprung her trap. Sitting up, she pressed her palms against your shoulders to pin you to the mattress as she pulled away from the all too short kiss. Slinging her leg over your body, she sat on your stomach. It was a little uncomfortable but you were certainly not going to complain. After she was in position, she looked down at you triumphantly. If she was a spider, you were a willing fly walking into her web.

“There we go. Now you’re looking at me, as you should be.” Her manicured nails gently caressed your face as you were looking up at her in clear admiration. “Well? Are you going to say something or just stare at me?”

“What can I say besides what you already know?” That was a rhetorical question. You knew damn well she wanted to - needed to - hear you shower her in compliments. “That you’re gorgeous? More stunning than any of those girls in that magazine.. no, in any magazine.”

In response, Tomie hummed on top of you, her nails now grazing down your throat to run over your collar bone. It was also not missed how she lowered herself more onto you, giving a slight grind against you. That was encouragement if you’d ever had any.

“I’m so lucky to be here with you. You make my life as beautiful as you are.” You gently placed your hands on the sides of her thighs lovingly. Her lip twitched, her expression shifting minutely. She struggled hearing actual romantic sentiments. Being treated like a person and not an object of someone’s crazed obsession was a new experience she was trying to cope with. You tried to continue the sincere sweet talking,

“I mean it…I’ve never been with a girl like you-“

At the mention of other girls you had dated she snapped her hands down next to your head and got close to your face with her eyes hysterical. It had been blindingly fast, and the face she wore was chilling in an uncanny way, like it was something trying to be human but let it slip for a minute. It was small reminders like this that wouldn’t let you forget she was not human, not in the slightest.

“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.” Her eyes were practically pinpricks as she bore them into yours. You shivered at the intensity of it, knowing the dangers of the woman pinning you down.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

After your breathless response, she dove onto you in an aggressive kiss. Her hands had practically morphed to claws as she grasped the sides of your face, sliding up to your hair as she caught your lip in her teeth, looking you in the eyes with that same crazed gaze. You winced as blood broke the surface of your soft lip, her blunt teeth breaking the skin with ease. She slid her tongue over your lip, unabashedly tasting your blood. Letting out a soft groan, her hands tightened again before she was forcing your mouth open with her possessive tongue now rolling around yours. Grinding down onto your hips, she was much stronger than she looked. You were both getting worked up, your hands clutching her soft thighs now. Tomie unlatched herself from your face, still keeping pressure on your hips.

“Good girl. Of course I am.” She smiled proudly, smugness rolling off of her. The iron taste in your mouth of your own blood lingered as she swiped a finger over your ripped open bottom lip. She collected your blood on it & had the gall to look down at you with disgust like it was your fault. “Gross. Bleeding everywhere like that.” Despite that, she licked it off her finger anyways.

Even with her weight leaning on you, and you clearly trying to grind against her as well, she just sat there for a moment looking down at you. Her hair was perfect still, not a strand out of place.

“You’re the best I’ve had, too.” Tomie admitted. It was a rare genuine moment from her. Without letting you process that one (AKA say more sappy shit that made her feel something) she leaned forwards again to lock her intense eyes with you. She smiled and it was off, a little too smooth, too wide, to be normal. It morphed into a wolfish grin as her breath brushed against your mouth.

“And I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.”

#tomie kawakami #tomie #junji ito #horror x reader #slasher x reader #x reader #wlw x reader #the non-binary leaving my body when I am called a good girl #reader insert #reader imagine #wlw imagine

353 notes · View notes

p1nk-matter · 1 month

Text

just thinking about Gojo Satoru as your ice cream man..

(inspired by Junji Ito Maniac, 2. The Story of the Mysterious Tunnel/ Ice Cream Bus, no warnings, horror-ish if u squint)

On this sunny day birds are chirping as you hear playful music outside your window. It’s hot outside and you can’t help but look through the curtains. It's the ice cream bus driving around the neighborhood every afternoon, stopping to hand out ice cream cones to little children, excited and greedy for more. The man inside the window has white hair and a funny cap, sapphire eyes framed by white eyelashes as he looks ahead. His eyes turn to look at you, his expression is stiff, blank stare as his mouth forms a neutral line. You retreat scared, how did he even see you? He hands the screeching kids their syrupy treats and goes to close the truck’s side door, before he starts the engine and looks at you again through the rear-view mirror.

Well that was creepy, you think to yourself.

The next time he comes around, your friends are at your place as the familiar and loud music interrupts the conversation; your friends know the guy, they say he’s the best ice cream man the town’s ever had, he often lets customers on the bus and tours them around for fun. They get to enjoy a nice ride and ice cream on top of that for the small price of 1.6$ for a single cone, 2$ for a double one with toppings. At least that’s what they heard.

You hesitantly agree to join them downstairs and try out this ice cream ‘experience’ but by the time you all get there, he’s given a couple kids some cones and disappeared around the corner.

You can’t stop thinking about the mysterious man, his weird ice cream bus and pretty, kind of frightening eyes. Over the next few days you leave on a trip so he doesn’t consume your waking thoughts. He appears in a dream once, smiling at you, it seems like he leans closer all before his mouth turns crimson and stretches like a snake’s, ready to swallow you down. You wake up shaking, sweat falls on your sheets as you gasp for air. The A/C is broken.

On a sunny Friday afternoon, the bus comes around, the music usually lively now sounds eerie as you peer at the window. He is there and he is looking at you and while you should be afraid, you should be creeped out, you should call the police– you just get up and head downstairs.

The stand is now empty, he’s staring at you as you approach.

‘’Do you need something?’’ you tell him and his expression doesn’t change.

‘’What flavor will it be today?’’ he responds in a smooth voice, a smile now forming on his face as blue eyes darken.

‘’I don’t want any ice cream! I-..I just wanted to know why you keep looking at me.’’ you raise your tone but fail to sound confident.

‘’I apologize, miss. It seems like you caught my attention. Let me make it up to you.’’ he says as he climbs down the bus stairs and is now standing across from you. He towers over you and his funny cap and posture hide the sun casting a terrifying shadow on his otherwise serene features. You squirm, as you fold your arms over your chest.

‘’As you can see over here..’’ he says showing the side door ‘’..this is the back of the bus, I have ice cream that could last you over a year, which flavor do you want? name it– I got it’’ he continues and you curiously look towards his direction. You can see the aluminum freezers but not the content, not that it matters anyway and you furrow your brows.

‘’Please entrust me with a ride around town?’’ his eyes smile for him as his slender fingers open the door wider for you to climb in.

You hesitate but remember your friends’ words, he rides customers around, they said, didn't they? You think to yourself fuck it, it’s a Friday afternoon, you'll be back in an hour.

Once you take a step in, he resumes the driver’s seat and starts the engine, the generic smile plastered makes his muscles hurt. Poor you, he quickly wipes the smile off.

#junji ito #gojo x reader #ice cream bus #ice cream man gojo lmao #no cause he was too fine #i tried rlly hard to get past aluminum seeing how everyone in EU calls it aluminium #el.drabbles

31 notes · View notes

lingeringmisery · 1 year

Text

'lingering'

𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙)

Toxic relationship, toxic actions, manipulating, gaslighting.

(1.5k words or more?)

Tomie, the beauty that always 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 what she wanted, what she desired in just one word.

May it be an object, money, or even someone, Anything.

She always gets it.

Every man, even woman, even anyone in general.

Men goes head over heels for her in just first sight.

Every woman stare at her with envy and admiration.

And she loved it.

She always got what her wanted and what she desired, anything that she just sees that piqued her intrest, she will get have it.

No matter what the cause.

But that all changed, everything came falling down. Nothing was going to way she expected.

Tomie met you in the museum, seeing your captivating eyes and gorgeous appearance.

She knew she wanted you over her grasp.

She wanted to see you fawn over her, she wanted your eyes to plead for her to even utter an word or to even 𝘣𝘦𝘨 for her attention.

Tomie approached you with her bewitching smile, and her alluring eyes.

As she was standing infront of you.

She expected you to stare at her.

She excepted you to even start singing her praises, to ask her number, to even drooling to her 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 presence.

But, she was shocked. No she was baffled that you didn't even bat an eye, you didn't even noticed her presence. You were too focus gazing at the painting.

She stared at your figure, with widen eyes..as she composed herself quickly, '𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬.'

tomie thought, she smirked to herself.

As she then smiled once again, she cleared her throat to speak cleary, she chuckled slightly.

"My, the painting is beautiful isn't it?"

She spoke, her voice was beautiful, alluring, bewitching voice, that people would even forget to breath once they hear her voice.

She awaited that you would finally stare and gaze at her with eyes full of desperation and yearning for her presence.

You finally glanced to tomie, as you were abit caught back from her voice.

She stared at you with smile.

'𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.'

She giggled to herself lightly, as she then looked at your face to see your reaction to her.

She was once again taken back from your expression.. something is clearly wrong here.

You only glanced at her with an small smile..she didn't see any desperate nor infatuated gaze to her..your eyes were only an neutral expression.

As you spoke to her.

"Mhm, indeed."

You even spoke so shortly to her? You did not want to continue the conversation? You didn't even stare at her? You didn't ask for her number? You did not even bat an eye to her, as you glanced back to the painting.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

And she 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 it.

How dare you? Why are you not reacting the way she excepted, were you not affected by her power? were you perhaps immune to it? 𝘩𝘢𝘩! 𝘰𝘧𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘵𝘩? It can't be, there's no way anyone could even be immune..perhaps you were just slow? you'll love her sooner or later too.

As the past few weeks you would always coincidentally bump or see her, everywhere.

At the mall, the library, a restaurant.

She was always there, awaiting for you to be hungry for her. For you to yearn for her.

"Oh my, we meet again!"

"What a coincidence..it's nice to see you."

"Here you are again, what a wonderful day isn't it?"

"It's nice to see you again."

She tried everything. Why couldn't you just be like the others? why couldn't you be obsessed with her? Why isn't her powers affecting you?

Even once when she tried to invite you to eat to a famous restaurant, you declined

𝘩𝘦𝘳.

With a neutral expression. Nothing could be seen in your face nor eyes. You treated her like an normal person, an actual human being. You didn't worship her, you didnt got obsessed with her, you did not show any envy to her, nothing.

"I apologize, but I'm already going to eat out with a friend."

You even payed more attention to that plain looking friend of yours more.

She despised you. Your whole existence drove her to such resentment and confusion.

Why must you be not affected by her powers? Why must you be so captivating to her? No, It can't be. She's only interested in you because of your immunity to her.

That's what she thought.

She vowed to herself that she'll make you head over heels for her, she promised herself that this little chase will come to an end, and she will make you be infatuated with her.

She became more passive and more aggressive with approaching you. She started to order her men to approach you for her, to lure you to coming with the men.

And surprisingly it worked, a man who was quite handsome came to you and swooned you over with his words and looks.

Tomie was slightly annoyed that you were even more interested to the man, do you perhaps have low standards that you were much more interested those 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴?

She scoffed when the men swooned you over.

She was annoyed for some reasons, but she couldn't find why. Is it because you payed more attention to such low thing? Is it because you were so hard to get? Is it because you never looked at her? oh how this tormented her mind. She had a conclusion that she was even shocked to think of, was she perhaps 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴? No. Why would she even be jealous? What an insult to her, she could never feel such things, such ignoble feelings of jealously.

She tried to be ignorant to feelings she harbored for you. as she ordered to the men to break your heart.

She wanted to see you break down, to see you cry, to see you be vulnerable.

And she will come to be your Savior.

She will come to comfort you. She will lend an shoulder for you to cry on, for you to be vulnerable to her, for you to easily be on her grasp.

Tomie wanted the men to break your heart so she could arrive and put up an illusion to be seen as your savior.

The men had broke your heart. He torned it apart, he promised that he would always love you, he promised. And now he broke you so much, you were crying and sobbing at the park. Where he called you to tell you something 'important'

You were heart broken, you were at a state of vulnerability and hopelessness from your heart.

As you cried yourself at the bench, the very bench where he spoke to you as if you did not have any feelings, as if you didn't love eachother, as if you weren't human.

It broke your heart so much.

Tears wouldn't stop streaming down your cheeks, as you tried to wipe them off.

You cried your heart out.

After the men had left the park, you were still crying and weeping, tomie was absolutely delighted that her plan worked.

Oh how easy you are to trick, poor you.

The men informed her that you were crying at the bench.

Tomie was overjoyed, as she saw your crying figure.

She wanted to laugh out seeing you so vulnerable, seeing you so pitiful, but something also tugged her heart slightly.

She approached you slowly, she spoke, her voice was gentle and soft, as if it was a angel.

"Oh my..[Name?] What happened? You're crying.."

She spoke as if she was sympathizing with you, as if she was comforting you.

Her voice was soft and gentle.

You looked up to her, tear stained eyes, you complexion was so pale because of crying so much, your lips were so red from crying so much.

You looked up with her, an widen expression, an expression that was both surprised and shame.

Tomie smiled softly at you.

As she then sat next to you, she brought up an handkerchief near to your face.

"Why are you crying [Name?] And all alone in such a late time.."

Tomie spoke in an comforting and soft voice, she finally got you vulnerable. She can't mess this plan. This will surely work.

You glanced at her, with an solemn expression and your eyes was still tearing up, you spoke. Your voice was hoarse and weak.

"Tomie...my lover had left me."

After you spoke, tears spilled more as you remembered him, you stared down as tears was falling.

Tomie smiled gently at you, as she putted her hand to your back, Stroking your back gently and comfortingly, as she bought the handkerchief to your cheeks, she gently wiped your tears.

As you sniffed.

"He told me I was nothing without him, I was nothing but an accessory.."

She looked at you, her eyes full of worries, her gentle hand that was stroking your back comfortingly, as she listened to you, everything you wanted to let out in the moment, she listened. She didn't dare utter an word as she knew, that even just lending an ear to listen will be enough.

She listened to you, as she gazed at you with an gentle and warm smile.

After what seems to be even long hours of you weeping your heart out and expressing everything to tomie.

She was patient with you, she listened to every word you said, she smiled at every word you said, she lended an shoulder to cry on, and you were more than grateful for her, you felt as if you were indebted to her.

"I, I apologize for not even asking if you were comfortable with me expressing out my feelings, tomie.."

You apologized quickly as soon as you realized, you even pulled yourself away, you didn't realized that you were even leaning on her shoulder, you felt embrassed for only realizing it now.

But tomie just smiled at you, her smile as reassuring and gentle, she laughed slightly at you, you just looked so adorable for even shying it out now.

She slinged her arm around you as she pulled you closer, as she smiled warmly at youz her eyes squinting as she smiled at you.

"[Name..why are you apologizing? I wanted to listen to you, so please do not feel ashamed."

The smile that always captivated every man and woman she wanted.

But your eyes.. didn't even linger to her smile, as you glanced down out of embrassement.

She saw that you did not even stare long to her smile.. she bit the inside of her mouth as she noticed, this really was such a challenge.

But she still smiled to you, her smile not faltering even an inch, as she then gently started Patting your head.

You fliched slightly from her touch, you whipped your head quickly to tomies direction..as she only smiled at you, her smile was still the same..

You felt slightly flustered from her gesture..as your ears turned slightly red, your cheeks heating up, as you looked back down again from embrassement.

As soon as tomie saw your reaction.

Her smile turned into an smirk.. that smirk of awareness that she almost has you in her grasp.

She knew that she almost has you.

She almost has you, oh god the chase is almost over.

She'll soon finally lose interest.

'ah, she's finally coming to my grasp, l'll leave her broken and desperate after she's fully fallen for me.'

Tomie thought to herself, she'll finally lose interest to you, right?

Oh how 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 she was.

She did not expected this herself too.

After you finally came to her on your own, her touch finally become familiar to you.

Her eyes that always smiled oh so gently to you, her warm voice, her presence that you started to yearn more and becoming closer.

As you would even just stare at her with eyes full of admiration and warm to her.

She finally knew she won this cat and mouse chase, you finally started to desire her presence, you finally started to come to her by yourself.

Oh how was overjoyed she was.

Seeing you come to her like a puppy that seemed to lost it owner, how you even started to sing praises to her, how you lean into her touch so much more.

She finally caught you.

You're finally at her grasp, she can finally smirk ever so wide when she sees you leaning to her.

She can finally leave you. She can finally leave you broken and miserable. Just like what she did to the others, leaving them desperate and starved for her.

Just like what she had planned.

She can finally do that to you, right?

Oh how wrong tomie was.

She thought that her interest would finally come to an end when you came to her.

She finally thought that this so called heart of her would finally stop being tugged when you doing look at her, she thought the torment to her mind would finally end, she 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 that it was only an mere pique of her interest.

Oh, how she was so wrong.

The stinging on her heart never stopped, when you talk or look at others.

The thoughts that tormented her before, still continued.

The feeling of wanting to control you never stopped.

The feeling of wanting to own you never ever stopped.

The feeling of hunger for your presence, for your attention, for your love, for you to look at her, never stopped.

The 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 of wanting you all to herself.

She thought that everything would finally come to an end when you're in her grasp, but it never did.

Her touch became more hungry and clingy, her so called 'facade' of kindness and love to you became real.

Her mood was always bright whenever you were there, she would always smile to gently.. something that she never thought she would be even able to do.

Did you do something to her? Do you also have perhaps powers of your own? Did you bewitched her? Did you use something to her?? She was utterly confused.

Why is she acting like this?

Why is she being like this?

Why is she doing all of this?

Oh how this tormented her mind so much.

She gravely almost despised you once more..but the resentment would disappear whenever she sees you.

This feelings..that were so unfamiliar to her. The feeling of her heart almost coming out when she's with you.

The warm smile she would always have whenever she sees you, the feeling of completeness when she's with you.

Oh how confused tomie Is.

She couldn't comprehend this feeling.

But she did not disliked it, she even started to come to love the feeling.

But everything went hell lose.

When she saw a man who was trying to seduce you. A man who was trying to swoon you over once more but this time, she did not order anyone.

When a man was touching you.

That man saying such things to you.

That man even coming near to you in the first place.

She felt something snapped in her.

A feeling something even more intense than what she ever felt.

She wanted to snap that man's neck.

She wanted to take that man's throat and kill him on spot.

She wanted to gouge his eyes out to never see your presence ever again.

Why did even such thing.

Even be able to be allowed with you.

The feeling..she never thought she would once felt again.

𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺.

She wanted to pull her hair out.

She wanted to scream when she saw that man near you.

She wanted that man gone.

She wanted him gone from her sight.

She wanted that 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 gone.

She wanted it to be away from you.

But. She did not wanted to look like a monster infront of you.

She did not want to reveal her true self.

Of course, how could she forget.

She'll let her men do the job for her.

After just days later, you have not seen the man. You even haven't heard from him.

Not even a call from him that you would frequently get from him, not even the text he would always send to you.

As you thought about it.

A group of men then approached you.

You were confused..they looked so strange..their eyes were empty, something was Cleary wrong..your instict told you to run.

But..

Before you could even process anything, an piece of cloth that had an strange smell was suddenly forced to your nose and mouth, forcing you to smell the strange scent as you tried to trash around to escape..the men helded you tightly.

your vision was fading at you fell uncouncious.

You eyes flutter, as you woke up in an elegant room, it was filled with expensive interior and design's, even the bed that you woke up from..a king sized bed, it felt so soft, it felt as if you were sleeping on a feather.

Your eyes shifted around as you felt a hands stroking your hair Gently.

You shot up your eyes, as you met the familiar eyes.. that was staring back at you with an..love sick and proud expression?

"Tomie??"

You uttered out, tomie? Why would she be here? Were you not kidnapped? then, why is tomie here? Smiling and giggling as if nothing happened?

Your expression was just confusion, your eye brows were furrowed..

Tomie smiled at you, as she then caressed your cheeks softly...

Wait she's beside you too..

"Sweetheart..you seem confused? Is there something bothering you?"

Tomie spoke, as her eyes we're staring back at your confused ones.

You don't understand this...

Why is tomie acting as if nothing is wrong? Why is she just here.. shouldn't we both he panicking..

You pulled back quick from her hands that was caressing your cheeks, tomie stared at you her eye brows were raised, as her expression were slightly frowning from you pulling away from her touch.. she wanted to touch you more.

You stood up from the bed, you whipped your head to tomies.. she didn't even seemed scared nor anything at all.

"Tomie, aren't we kidnapped?? We should call the police! Quick do you have your phone?"

You asked with your eyes full of concern and distress for the both of you.

You wanted to get out of here..those strange men from ealier, they might come back and do something worse.

After you spoke...tomie just looked at you, as if she was holding back to laugh..wait why was she even gonna laugh? is this a prank or something?

You furrowed your brows, as you spoke once more.

"Tomie! You shouldn't be laughing! What if they do something to us, those strange men from ealier."

You spoke once again but your voice more stern. As you awaited for tomies respond.

She finally giggled out.

She giggled out so loudly, that it even made you froze in spot..why is she Laughing??

As her posture even started to slouch from her laughing..as if it was the funniest thing you ever have spoke.

Her eyes shut as she laughed more.

You were so confused...why is she Laughing?? You couldn't handle the confusion anymore as you yelled out slightly.

"Tomie! This isn't funny stop!"

You yelled out, tomie stopped laughing slightly, her expression was still seemed as if she was helding back from giggling once more.

Tomie smirked at you..?

Wait why is she... Why is tomie..

You couldn't understand..why is tomie laughing...why is she acting like this.

She then approached slowly walking up to you, as she helded both of your hands genlty.

She gazed at you with the same smirk..

Her eyes..they aren't the same kind and warm as you seen before..her eyes seemed like she was craving for something, her expression wasn't as kind as she would usually have..

She then spoke.

"My dear, Don't panic. Everything is all right, those men that came to you earlier saved you!" Tomie spoke in an overjoyed tone, as if she was so happy.

𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶? Didn't they abducted you..

Something is clearly wrong here.

You quickly pulled away from her touch, as you pulled your hands back, you stared back to tomie with an expression full of disbelief and shock.

Tomie slightly frowned once more at your sudden move..why did you pulled back? Did you not want to be with her? Did you not want to be near her? Didn't you want to he the only two of you?

Tomie attempted to walk close to you once more, forcing up an genlte smile. But this time you knew she was forcing that smile.

You knew she was hiding something.

You backed up more as you then slightly yelled.

"Don't come near me."

You spoke in an stern tone, you knew that there was something wrong. Something was clearly wrong here, as you gazed back up to her...you were taken back from her expression, it's something that you never saw from tomie.

She was scowling at you, her eye brow were furrowed, her lips were slightly parted open, her eyes seemed to be filled with annoyance and impatience.

You couldn't believe that tomie was acting like this..

She suddenly walked closer to you once more. But this time she grabbed your chin with her hand harshly, as she forced you to look at her. You winced at the sudden action from her.

"Tomie,what are you doing—"

You were abruptly cut out from your words as tomie silenced you with a kiss, she switfly kissed you. Her lips meeting yours.

You widen your eyes, you tried to pull back from her touch. But her hand was forcing your chin to not move an inch. Her eyes were shut and seemingly even with an pleased expression, as she were enjoying and melting into the kiss.

No matter how hard you tried to pull away though...her grip seemed to not even loosen from your chin. You even tried to use your arms to get her off you. But she quickly used her other arm to immobilized both of your wrists, her grip was tight and even strong..you didn't expect this from tomie.. especially from her figure..

You were completely helpless from her. Well that what's tomie thought, as she hummed pleasingly through the kiss, her lips still on yours.

As you then had enough, you bit her tongue that was forcing itself to you.

She pulled back slightly. Her grip on your chin loosening, as you managed to pull your face away from hers, but your wrists were still held tightly by her.

"What do you think are you doing tomie."

You yelled at her. Your expression was furious and confused, as your voice was loud and stern, she didn't hear the gentle and warm tone that she always heard from you.

And that made her upset.

She glared back at you after you spoke.

Her eyes narrowing at you, her eye brows were furrowed, as she glared at you, if looks could kill, she would have already killed you with it. With how cold and intimidating she glared at you.

Why are you being so difficult? she just wanted you to be alone together. Isn't that what you wanted? Did you not love her touch? Why must you be acting so difficult.

Tomie then pulled your hair roughly. As she pulled the roots harshly.

"Who do you think you are talking back to me?"

Tomie spoke in such a cold and harsh tone. One that you never heard from me, you were used to her loving and gentle tone. Her. facade that she made up to lure you In.

You grunted and winced at her. As you hissed slightly from the pain.

She then pulled your hair up harshly, forcing you to look up to her.

You could see her expression, her eyes full of annoyance and amusement from you even yelling at her.

"For you to even yell and look at me like that. You're feeling arrogant [Name]."

As she tugged at your hair harshly once more. Her other arm still holds your wrist ever so tightly.

You frowned from pain at her action, as your head was hurting so much.

"You think you can look at me like that? After I done so much for you? Why must you be so ignorant, [Name]?"

Tomie asked in a mocking, and disappointed tone. As if she was so baffled by the fact that you even dared to look at her like that after she did so much for you.

You felt as if she was using everything at you. You felt guilty and upset with her, did she not say that she did everything because she wanted to help you? Why is she now..

Before you could even think, she tugged harshly once more to your hair. Making you yell slightly.

"[Name]. Nothing is free In this world, I gave you so much and you gave me nothing back?"

Tomie spoke as if you were indebted to her, as if you took something from her.

You glared back at tomie as you hissed from the pain.

This angered tomie more.

She pulled your hair more harsh and rougher, she glared back at your eyes.

"it seems that we're gonna have to start from the very beginning again..well you'll learn to love me once more then."

#tomie #yandere #junji ito #toxic relationship #tomie manga #yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere female #tomie aesthetic #yandere x you #yandere junji ito

187 notes · View notes

v0dkagivesyouwings · 10 months

Text

Chapter 13 out now everyone! 💕💕 archiveofourown.org/works/39790740

And I have an exciting announcement to make! I commission a very good friend of mine to do a cover art for Strange Times at Fukazawa High!! I am incredibly happy how it came out and I wanted everyone to see it too! And on that note pretty please give my friend Sock some love and attention over on twitter as they are a very talented artist and not to mention a huge fan of our lord and savior Souichi lmao 🥰🥰🥰

Sock's main twitter: https://twitter.com/CE0ofClownery?s=20

Daily Souichi: https://twitter.com/Daily_Nail_Boy?s=20

#junji ito #souichi tsujii #reader insert #souichi x reader #ao3fic #please check out their art everyone!!#im so stoked about this #yall have no idea

67 notes · View notes

kokofromwattpad · 1 year

Text

OUT OF GRASP

Featuring: Tomie Kawakami

Plot: You are Tomie's first real relationship. You both absolutely adore the other to bits. But what happens when someone decides to try and take her attention away from you.

Cw: Tomie is aware of what she is able to do, established relationship, gn!reader, Tomie x reader, set in the model chapter

A/N: I love Tomie with my entire being. I even have her manga set.

Tomie is in complete adoration of you. She is still in total shock that you reciprocated her undying love to you.

The two of you live in a relatively large apartment together. You are basically the housewife. Tomie goes out and seduces the rich and famous to bring back money to you.

In public, she makes sure to wear a head scarf and sunglasses as to not attract any paparazzi's attention to her.

Even after spending day after day, manipulating people for her own personal and materialistic gain, she always makes sure to come back home to you, no matter if she has died or not.

It was actually quite surprising how deeply in love she was with you. Time after time, she has died, with all her memories in tact. And after her new self walks through the doorway of your shared apartment, she falls instantly in love again.

One day, she got a phone call from one of her acquaintances to meet up with one of his friends. When she told you this news, you were already prepared for the worst. You were already fully aware of what your girlfriend was and what she was able to do.

"Alright, but remember, please try and stay safe. I know how things go and I just want you to be alright." you softly whispered into her ear as she stood in the front door's hallway.

She smiled happily while she returned your warm hug right back. "Don't worry my love. You can trust me." she said affirmatively.

She met up with the supposed model that her friend told her about with her heart caged and stoned closed.

Over the span of over a month, the model spoiled her with jewelry that she just gave to you, dinners that she didn't even eat and clothes she would have you try on.

Day in and day out, she would bring you goodies from her days out and let you choose anything that you wanted to keep. Obviously, when ever she brought back presents for you, you would make her faviroute meal, caviar and foie gras.

But one day, Tomie went out to see the model again and she never returned home.

You were obviously out of your mind with worry.

You sat in the living room, just watching whatever caught your attention, when suddenly, you heard the door to your apartment open and close.

You quickly jumped up to your already sore feet from pacing and wrapped a fluffy blue blanket around your cold figure.

When you walked into the hallway that led to the door, you saw your girlfriend Tomie stark naked with her beautiful black hair down.

"Darling?! Are you okay? Are you cold?" you speedily said while rushing over to Tomie with the blue blanket open to wrap her up in a fluffy burrito.

Once you successfully trapped your girlfriend in the warm cocoon, you gently led her to your shared bedroom.

You left her to choose something to wear as you started cooking something up for her to eat.

Tomie emerged from the bedroom wearing one of your band shirts and gym shorts. She slowly walked towards you until she was met with your back. She gently wrapped her slender arms around your torso tightly.

"You alright darling?" you asked her.

"Yes, just a bit shaken up..." she softly replied.

You gently smiled to yourself while you finished up with dinner.

With Tomie still attached to your torso, you dragged her into the living and made her sit down.

You placed a pillow on her lap and then a white tray with her favorite food on. She smiled widely at her lap while you sat next to her and started scrolling through Netflix.

She was bursting with joy once she finished her meal and she set her tray on the coffee table in front of her.

She wrapped her arms around your body as you pulled a second blanket from your right and wrapped it around the two of you.

For the rest of the night, the two of you cuddled until you both fell asleep.

You were painfully unaware of what your girlfriend had done to that model.

-------------------------------------------------------

#Junji ito #Tomie #tomie kawakami #tomie x reader #tomie kawakami x reader #fluff #junji ito's collection #OUT OF GRASP #kokooriginals #kokofluff #kokowrites

371 notes · View notes

tomiexkawakami · 7 months

Text

𝑲𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑨

𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛(𝚔𝚗𝚢) 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

私は完璧です.

A boy by the name Kamado Tanjiro,

was currently spending the night at a man's home, the man claimed it is very dangerous at night. Tanjiro had trouble sleeping because of how much worry he was holding for his family...

the man said the night was not safe, which led to the poor young man to worry even more for his precious family.

After the night past, he thanked the man and quickly rushed to his home, he was ready for the warm welcome, and the scolding of his mother for not arriving the day before.

He smiled brightly while he could see his home from a far... but he suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.

"The smell of blood!" He quickly rushed to his home and the sight he saw was something he will never forget.

"..." The boy couldn't believe his eyes... "Nezuko..." he walked in and saw his whole family Lifelessly on the floor..."

Mother! Hanako! Nezuko! What happened!?" The young boy was panicking and he started shedding tears for his now dead family, until.

"Nezuko!" She still has a pulse... the young boy thought, he quickly decided to carry his dear younger sister down the hill and take her to town so she could get medical attention, she was in desperate need of it..

The air was very thin, as it was winter. Tanjiro was very desperate to help his sister... he couldn't imagine a world without his family.

Suddenly, nezuko woke up! But, it wasn't just Nezuko, she was now a Demoness... and she was hungry. Due to Nezuko's rapid shaking both her and her brother fell down, luckily, the snow was thick, which made it a soft landing for Tanjiro and his sister.

Speaking of her, she was looking down at the ground, as she stood still... "Nezuko! Nezuko are you alright!? You dont have to walk! Let me carry you to town!..... Nezuko?"

Without a word, the young girl jumped at her brother and attacked him, out of instincts, he pulled out his hatchet and quickly started blocking while Nezuko tried to bite him. Several pleading could be heard from him and saying he was worried for Nezuko was an understatement...

Tanjiro could smell another presence coming towards he and his sister, and they were coming fast. Panicked, out of reflex he quickly pushes Nezuko out of they way before the unknown person could harm her with the Katana they wield.

(Time skip🫀) (because I forgot what else happened)

My sister has turned into a mole...' Tanjiro thought, his dear sister Nezuko dug a whole so that she could avoid the sun. He quickly brushed off the thought and put the basket (i think) infront of Nezuko.

"Nezuko.. can you try fit in the basket? Can you fit?" He asked his sister, she attempted to enter, but her body was too grown, if only she were a bit smaller...

"Nezuko... earlier your body turned to one of a adult, so is it possible for your body to become smaller..? Im sure you'll fit!" Out of nowhere, She became smaller, so she was able to fit in the basket..

"Good job Nezuko! You did it!" He pat Nezuko head, she enjoyed the praise and head pats from her brother, so her mood definitely got better.Tanjiro picked up the basket that contains his dear sibling, who was surprisingly very light. He covered the top so the sun couldn't reach Nezuko, he didn't want to see her hurt by the sun, he promised himself to protect his sister, even if it costs his own life.

(Meanwhile)

(name) was looking at the chaos caused by uppermoon 6 and uppermoon 5, Daki, upper six, was having a tantrum because Gyokko, upper five, said her hair clips was made poorly, he said it doesn't look good compared to his art.

(Name) nearly snickered at all the insults Daki is sending back to Gyokko as a comeback for her hairclip.Uppermoon 1 was minding his business, he only speaks when either (name) or the demon king spoke to him, he didn't find anyone else worthy for his time.

Uppermoon 3 & 2 were talking, Douma was being a pain in the ass to Akaza, who was resisting the urge to punch his head off, but he didn't, (name) was there and he didn't want to seem rude infront of her.

Uppermoon 4, Hantengu was hiding behind a wall, he doesn't feel safe anywhere near the infinity castle, especially when he makes eye contact with uppermoon 2 or 1, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but the demon king wanted a meeting. He knew he couldnt decline. Oh how he wishes he could though.

(Name) was getting bored, she didn't know why her brother asked her to attend the meeting, but she didn't decline. She had nothing better to do anyway, it's daylight after all...

(Back to Tanjiros POV)

The Demon was still speaking, even if Tanjiro cut off his head with his hatchet, he looked at the demons body as it was burned by sunlight. "You wont kill it with that." An elder man said.Tanjiro faced him, he looked at him, shocked and confused. "You are Kamado Tanjiro, correct?, Tomioka sent you. I am going to train you to be a successful demon hunter. Come inside."

#junji ito #demon slayer #tomie kawakami #tomie!reader #x reader #demon slayer x tomie!reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x tomie!reader #KNY #kny x reader

37 notes · View notes