My Mind

shockingly, you cat wasn't nearly as afraid of them as you thought she'd be ─ in a way, she accepted them pretty quickly. she didn't like when it got too close, but she no longer hisses or is too scared to enter the room, like she was when you first moved in. you were just happy your cat was able to coexist with this creature who had become like a cherished roommate to you.

for the most part, they didn't really approach your cat, you think it might be a little scared of her, or maybe it's because she's so much smaller, it unnerved them, you didn't really know. regardless, it kept its distance most of the time, what distance it could in an apartment with just the three of you.

you kind of assumed that's how it would stay, with your cat and creature learning to live with each other but never drawing too close.

"i'm home," you announce as you shut the front door behind you, locking it and abandoning your bag and keys at the entrance. you don't get a response, and you're a little surprised your cat hasn't bounded up to you, meowing at your return, but you just assume she's curled up somewhere, sleeping.

it isn't until you reach the kitchen that the shadows curl, and you can see them peeking around the doorway to your bedroom, cautious of the remaining light peeking through your kitchen windows as the sun begins to set. you greet them, a tired smile on your face, ready to dig through your fridge to find something to eat before you collapsed on your bed.

but before you could, they spoke, a little hesitant, "─my spot."

you pause, looking at the mass of gray who was still staring at you, almost expectant, "what?"

"it's in my spot," ─ they raise an arm and you can make out a finger pointing into your bedroom, ─ "under the bed."

you tilt your head, but make your way into your bedroom, your phone in hand. when you reach your bed, you get on your knees to peek under, turning on the flashlight on your phone and shining it underneath. what greets you is your cat, curled in a ball and blending into the shadows. when the light reveals her, she lifts her head, meowing at you as if in protest.

you finally understand, and a laugh leaves you before you can stop it.

your cat, since moving in, had avoided all the places she wouldn't normally avoid if in a different circumstance. when the creature who had been living with you without your knowledge revealed itself, you finally understood why she did. even after she had gotten used to its presence, she still hadn't made any moves to take up the spots it often occupied, instead she often perched on your chairs or counters, and basked in the sun on your windowsills.

so to find her under the bed now ─ well, you can't help but laugh.

when you sit up, they're looking over you, and you smile at them, apologizing, "sorry, i guess she's gotten more comfortable with you being here."

it blinks at you, and then raises a finger again, pointing at your bed, "it's so small, but it takes up so much space."

you laugh again, louder this time, your hand quickly moving to cover your mouth and muffle the sound the moment it left you, "yeah, cat's somehow manage to do that."

you gesture towards the kitchen, "i'll feed her, that'll get her to come out from under there. but i can't promise she wont do it again."

its face twists, something of a grimace, and you think it might be confused, "but it's my spot?"

"i know, but cats don't exactly follow rules. they kind of live by the saying 'what yours is mine and what's mine is mine'," you shrug, making air quotes with your fingers.

you think it might understand, at least a little, by the way the grimace on its face becomes less twisted.

you stand to your feet, turning off your phone, "i'll feed her and you can get back under there, alright?"

it glances between you and the bed, body curled over, and nods, "okay.."

pairing: heian era! sukuna x gn!reader

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“oi, brat.” a deep, stuffy voice calls from across the room.

“yes?” you hum, as you stand across the room, adjusting your kimono.

you look over at who called you, unable to stop yourself from cracking a smile.

the 6’8, 300 pound monster that you call your husband, was currently lying in your bed like he was dying. he had the flu. a mild case at that.

“why are you leaving? where are you going?” he whines softly.

“to get you tea, my lord.” you reply.

“have one of the servants do it, i need you.”

this time, you audibly snort. he becomes so clingy and whiny when he’s sick.

“don’t laugh at me. i’ll have your head.” he growls weakly.

“oh, will you now?” you smile. “i’ll be back in only a moment.”

“mortal, i am on fire. i command you to not leave me.” he tries to stand up, only falling back into the bed mere moments later.

“stay there.” you say firmly. “i will NOT be coming to lift you up onto the bed if you fall over again.”

he lets out a huff and rolls over, his back to you.

“so dramatic,” you smile, shaking your head. “are you alright to eat? i shall get you some broth as well.”

“…that would be nice.” he whispers.

“i’ll be back in just a few minutes. can you wait that long?”

“i suppose.”

you smile and leave your shared room, walking to the kitchen. it’s quite adorable when he gets like this. this is the only time he relies on you, and he acts like a giant puppy.

you bow to the servants as they help you get tea and broth for sukuna, carefully walk the liquids back to your room.

“sukuna. sit up.” you say gently.

he groans and sits up, slumping against you; acting like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done.

his eyes flutter shut as you kiss his forehead. “I got you some bread as well. I know you’ve not been eating.”

he hums, and begins to let you feed him, completely melted against your side.

“this might be the end for me, petal.” he says quietly.

you roll your eyes and run your hands through his hair. “you, sir, are far too dramatic for your own good.”

he shifts, nuzzling his head against your stomach. “stay with me. don’t leave this room again.”

you can’t help but smile. “who would have thought that a mere illness could bring the king of curses to his knees?”

“hush. now give me affection and take care of me.” he murmurs.

you smile, letting out an amused huff. “as you say, my love.”

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2026, spookyeomgoose

please do not copy or feed into ai!

No, It's Right! - Kenpachi Zaraki

♡ Having a picnic and Kenpachi and Yachriu end up a little lost so you help them find their way back to you!! ♡

sfw, any!pov, directionally challenged kenny, yachiru!! very very fluff...it's been almost two months since i've had motivation so hopefully i'll be back :3

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Credits to the owners!

Dark Spaces

You’ve never really thought about the dark spaces. 

The last time you cleaned under the bed was after a certain yellow eyed entity emerged from there looking like a giant dust bunny. That was also the day you found out that it didn’t care about the dust, as long as it could stay in the dark. Something about the sight of a moving dust bunny made you decide then that it was time to clean. After all, your roommate really likes dark spaces and you feel a smidge of responsibility for it.

So when you crawled into the space under the bathroom cupboards before lunch, there was no one else to blame for the skittering spiders and dead bugs. And half a cockroach wing.

There was no demon. Just you. And the sadness.

Time flows differently in the dark. It could only be measured by how much body warmth you lost to the cold tiles. How the spiders scuttle from the north to the south. How your stomach rumbled for food and slowly went quiet. The sadness kept growing, until it leaked out of your eyes and nose.

You barely had time to wet one square tile before you hear rapid shuffling.

Physics doesn’t apply to a creature made out of demonic flesh and yellow eyes. It squeezes into the space with you, flowing around you in a way that only it can. It is not alone; along with it comes the faint tang of something burnt. For a moment, you wonder if it had been sneaking into your leftovers again.

“You’re crying.” 

There is no space for you to raise an arm and wipe your face, but the thing rubbing your face like a broken wiper has seen to that. You can’t really avoid the question. Not when it sticks glowing yellow eyes right in front of you.

“I’m fine.” Your voice is stuffy. It could do with more crying. 

“No.” It sounds perplexed. “Sometimes you cry in your sleep too. When you’re having nightmares.”

“It’s daytime.”

“Yes. And you…you’re in my space.”

On another day, you will talk to it about what is yours and what is its. If you paid rent for the whole apartment, that includes the dark spaces, even if you don’t clean them. But today is not the day so you focus on trying not to cry. 

Your sleep paralyis demon wraps more tightly around you. “How can I help? What can I do?”

“Nothing. Nothing. I’m just sad. Just sad. Yeah?”

Just one of those days. Where the body feels far too heavy and living is a burden. When the only thing to do is to lie down so that the world can pass by without you. It is one of those days where the body moves but the spirit doesn’t. 

Silence. Maybe the demon has had enough of you too. Maybe it would be better if-

“If you want a dark space, I…can be your dark space.”

What does that even mean? Then the bathroom door closes. You are slid out from under the cupboard like luggage on a conveyer belt into the darkness of the bathroom. Long spindly fingers pick something off your arm. Yellow eyes blink slowly at you once. 

You feel around for cold tile, but all you can feel is squishy warmth.

“Dark space. For you.”

So it wasn’t going to leave? It was making space for you? You feel the spindly fingers again on your face, still acting like broken wipers. 

“Is it not good?” It sounds alarmed. “You’re still crying.”

Words are not enough, so you grip onto the squishy warmth as hard as you can, pressing yourself into it. Your tears are absorbed into the mysterious flesh. That’s when you smell the faint tang of something burnt again.

“Why do you smell like burnt meat?” You blubbered out.

The pause is long enough to break your crying spiel. The yellow eyes looking down at you glow with discomfort.

“There was light…in the way. While I came to find you.”

Understanding sinks in. You try to find the source of the smell, but it doesn’t let you. You burst out into ugly crying. 

“Don’t cry.” The alarm is back in its voice. “Or…cry, if that makes you feel better.”

“You’re an idiot.” You sobbed. “You stupid idiot.”

You forget that it feels what you feel, so you are surprised by it patting your back in an imitation of what you once showed it. It rests its chin on the top of your head. You can feel a steady heartbeat behind you.

“You should come to me next time. I make a better dark space than my spaces.”

Of course. What better place than an entity that can wrap around you entirely? You rest your head on some part of it. It responds in gentle ripples. 

No more hiding in dusty dark places.

This was inspired by a post by @dialalagirl that I’ll link here. Just a short little drabble, hope you like it!!

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This is the third time you’ve lost your sweater this week. 

It’s not really that big of a deal; after all, what is the point of slaving away in your office if you don’t make enough to buy more than one sweater? Besides, now and then that particular sweater will have to go through the tribulations of washing and drying before coming back to you again. It really isn’t that big of a deal.

But three times in a week? Really?

You know who the thief is. There is no one else living with you, except that creature under your bed. And it has admitted to wearing your clothes more than once while you slumbered in ignorance. Despite repeated offers to give it another sweater, it just has to have this particular sweater. Which is starting to tick you off, because that sweater is warm and worn and very cosy.

There is no point confronting it during the day though. It simply shrinks from you into a blob when you try. If you flush it out with a light, it flees faster than you can blink, the sleeves of your sweater flapping behind it like some bizzare butterfly. 

So on a chilly Friday night, you stay up in the dark waiting for it with arms folded.

You don’t have to wait long. It slinks out from under your bed, still wearing your sweater and looking somewhat guilty. You hold your hand out for your sweater. It clutches your sweater tighter.

“You don’t even feel cold.” You glared at it. “Give it back.”

After watching TV with you last week, it has learnt a new expression: the puppy eyes. Granted, a demonic creature with glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth isn’t exactly prime material for making puppy eyes, but somehow it manages to. You aren’t moved.

“There are-” you point at your wardrobe. “-four other kinds of outer clothes that work the same as a sweater. You can have those. Give this back.”

“But I like this one.” It says in a small voice.

“Guess what, me too.” You countered. “And that is mine.”

“We can share…”

“Not this one.” 

You’ve learned that the creature under your bed can be very stubborn when it wants to. And right now, it is showing you how stubborn it can be. You pick up the flashlight threateningly. It looks hurt. 

“Why do you like this sweater more than the others?”

“Because it’s my favourite color, it’s soft and warm and very comfortable. Why do you like this one??”

“Because it smells like you.”

Oh, you certainly heard what it said. Your brain just didn’t really process the implications of that for several moments. Then the silence stretches as you try and put together a coherent reply to that statement. 

“You…like the way I smell?” To be sure, you sniffed at yourself. Your own smell is familiarity. Not expensive perfume. Hopefully not stinky either.

“I know your smell.”

Once again it reminds you of a dog. Does it maybe have a bloodhound nose? Are you about to discover you have a free and unlimited healthcare test kit at home? Who needs blood sugar tests or cancer marker tests when you have a bloodhound?

“And…you like this sweater very much.” The creature under your bed continues.

Its voice has the same tone when you mention your favourite book or TV show or friend. You did notice that it seems to be wary of things that you like, despite your reassurances that your preferences are harmless. Like it feels threatened by things that have your attention. 

“Well…it keeps me warm and cosy.”

“I can do that too.”

“I can’t wear you, can I??”

The creature thinks with a tilted head. “You can, if you want to…I can cover you like the sweater.”

Okay. Hold up. You give it the equivalent of that in a gesture. “Okay, fine. But I can’t wear you outside.”

Oh great, now you’ve made it sad. It looks at you like you just told it that it stinks. You throw your hands up in exasperation. “Come on. You don’t even like light.”

If the creature has ears, it would be drooping right now. It’s getting late. You want to sleep, not negotiate with a stubborn creature about the rights to use your sweater. And why are you even doing this when the sweater is yours??

“You-” you pointed at it. It turns its head away slightly. “-you wear it when I’m not wearing it. If you keep wearing it, I’ll just find another sweater to wear anyway. Then what? You’re going to wear that too?”

You don’t know how much logic applies to a creature like it, but it seems to be thinking your words through. Let it think. You slide yourself under the blanket, ready to put this behind you. 

A little while later, it creeps under the blanket with you, sans sweater. You narrow your eyes at it.

“I don’t need the sweater now.” It says in a small voice. “You’re here.”

It is indeed cozier than a sweater when it wraps around you. You sigh. Alright, fine. It’s not that big of a deal. 

CONTENT: Your "Neighbor" x GN!Reader fluff fic (Suggestive if you squint)

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velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who literally cannot function if he’s not touching you in some way, so the second you walk through the door after a long day he’s already scooping you up into those massive arms and burying his face in your neck like he has been waiting years instead of hours.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who follows you around the apartment like a lost puppy, arms wrapped around your waist from behind while you try to cook dinner. he keeps nuzzling your hair and mumbling how good you smell, his big hands sliding under your shirt just to feel your skin because being away from it for even a minute makes him restless.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets annoyingly pouty when you try to sit on the couch without him. before you can even get comfortable he’s pulling you onto his lap, chest pressed to your back, chin on your shoulder, whispering “stay right here, baby. need you close” in his deep voice.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who wakes up in the middle of the night and immediately reaches for you. if you have rolled even a little bit away he’s dragging you back against his chest, throwing one thick thigh over your legs to keep you trapped right where he wants you, pressing sleepy kisses to your temple until you both drift off again.