DIVA

𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒶 — she/they Intp Angel — ᨳଓ Empath

<3 : Luke castellan, Frank Zhang, Fitz vacker, tam song, ponyboy Curtis, Dallas winson,

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Disturbing megumi’s sleep,

Samu's-

_!Reader-

_!megumi-

Megumi’s dorm room was dark when you walked in, holding a plastic bag with snacks inside. “Hellllo? Anyone here?” You called out, flickering on the bright light to show your boyfriend laying on his bed.

He cringed at the sudden brightness, covering his sleepy eyes from the assault. You turned the lights off, strolling to his bed and plopping down beside the laying form. Your finger poked his cheek, watching as he removed his arm to stare at you.

“Why’re you here?” He mutters, sleep laced in his deep voice. His free hand snaked around to grab your waist, pulling you close to him.

You held up your plastic bag, letting him see the outline of the different varieties of snacks you got. “I got us some snacks so we can watch a movie!” You say enthusiastically, squeaking when he pulled you down to lay on top of his arm.

“Let’s watch it later. First, sleep.” He grunts, burying his face into the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your shoulder. You giggle, putting down the snacks beside you before sitting up, attempting to pull him up.

“Pleeeease gumi?” You whine. He looks at you with the most deadpan expression ever before dragging his computer onto the bed, grumbling under his breath.

He lets you happily open a streaming service, scrolling to find the perfect movie to watch with your tired boyfriend.

And so, that is how megumi spends his nighttime’s, watching movies that you didn’t want to watch alone at midnight.

Yet again, I really hope this isn’t ooc!

The first time you met your neighbour Yuji was when you just moved in. He was walking out of his apartment next door, his pink hair falling out of the red cap of his hood when he spotted you.

You were holding your backpack with a box under your arm, dropping it to unlock your new apartment when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hello! Are you new here? I’m Yuji!” The voice said, startling you so bad that you almost dropped the box on your toes. You turned around fast, now face to face with the boy next door.

“Uh, hi? I’m y/n. Yeah, I just moved,” He nods thoughtfully, smiling already. You see him glance to the hallway, noticing the boxes everywhere. “Do you want some help with that?” Before you can reply, he’s already going across the hall to hold as many boxes as he can in two arms, but right when he gets to five, they topple over almost cartoonishly, one bouncing off his head. You laugh loudly as he looks up at you in an oops expression. “that wasn’t fragile, right?”

For the next hour he helps you transport boxes with your whole life in them into your new apartment, occasionally stopping to chat with other people on your floor who were poaking their heads out to see what all the commotion was about.

He exchanged numbers with you, saying that he was right next door if you needed anything and to call anytime.

After a hard day’s work of moving in you were finally able to rest on the floor, a soda opened and shared between you two.

“Thank you for helping me, you really didn’t whack to.” You say, pouring the larger ‘half’ of the pop into his plastic cup. He shrugs like sacrificing half a day was no big deal.

“It was nothing! I’m happy to help anytime.”

First time writing for jjk, Hope this isn’t too ooc

Please request for jjk! I have so much motivation for this fandom rn

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Samu's-

_Reader-

_!Yuji-

Neighbor!yuji- moving in next to Yuji,

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Samu’s-

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_!gojo-

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Satoru Gojo

Yuji itadori

megumi fushiguro

Kento nanami

suguru geto

Choso kamo

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Wrong time!

Tam song x Elwin’sdaughter!reader

A few days ago, when you volunteered for a small battle against the neverseen, something that was supposed to be an in and out mission turned into a trip to the healing centre.

For the last few days all you had been doing was counting ceiling tiles, ingesting the medication your father kept giving you, and saying hi to all the people the came to check up on you.

The boy you were hoping to come still didn’t, though. You could understand, slightly. There was such a high chance of getting caught holding hands or him looking at you with a little bit more then concern by your father.

“34, 35, 36, 37.” You mutter to yourself, staring up at the pearly white coloured tiles above you.

The door to the healing centre opened, making you lazily look over before doing a double take at the figure in the doorway.

He had dark hair, as dark as the night with tips of silver glinting from the edge like stars with his blueish-silver eyes.

“Tam?” You say, sitting up straighter.

He walks over to your bed, pulling one of the chairs nearby to sit next to you. “Hi.” He says, making you smile from his shy tone.

“Hi back. What took you so long, hm?”

He blushes softly from your words, making you laugh softly, though it gets lost in your throat when he pulls out a small gift box from behind his back.

“I got you something.” He murmurs as you open it, pulling out a glass teddy bear that was in a shade similar to the silver in his hair.

You gasp softly, weighing it in your hands. It was as big as two of your palms, fitting perfectly.

“Oh my gosh, I love it! Thank you thank you!” He grins at your excitement, letting out that wide smile that you rarely see.

You carefully place the glass on the table nearby, grabbing his warm face in your hands and kissing him right after.

His eyes widen in shock before kissing you back, hands moving to your waist so gently like you would shatter at any moment.

It felt like the world stopped everything but your kiss, finally being able to hold tam for the first time in weeks. You could feel the shadows near you drawing closer, like they were an extension of him.

A throat cleared behind you, making you two spring apart like you were just talking. You turn around slowly, meeting your father’s eyes that were filled with amusement.

“Sorry to bother you two from your…talk, but I have to give y/n her medicine, okay?” He says, stepping closer to place a tray on your lap. Tam stands up quietly, moving to a wall farther away.

They watch you drink the horrible mixtures in silence. A pin drop could be heard.

Your dad picked up the tray from your lap, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before going back to his office.

Before he closed the door, he paused and turned around. “No funny business, okay? I don’t want to walk in and see that again.”

Dopamine in your vains-

Darry Curtis x bipolar!reader

The street lights outside Darry’s house were flickering as you moved around in his kitchen. The streets of Tulsa were quiet, the only sounds were the crickets chirping or footsteps.

Inside the house was much different from the calm outside though. the moonlight was shining off the small tv screen in the living room, music played loudly in the kitchen from the radio as you sang along. It felt like there was dopamine rolling though your vains, igniting your brain.

There were papers scattered everywhere, filled with little drawings or endless ideas.

All of the dishes that littered the counters a few hours ago were already cleaned and put away hastily; the pots in the refrigerator and cups in the oven.

The coffee machine dinged as Darry entered his house, taking in the mess and you in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart?” He called out, not bothering to take off his dirty work boots as he made his way to you, immediately realizing what was happening.

“Darry! Oh, your home! Do you want coffee? I made some-or tea! Here, let me get the kettle-“

You say, already moving to boil the water until he wraps a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest to stop you.

You giggle as he leans down, his hot breath tickling the back of your neck. “Love, when was the last time you slept?” He asked in your ear, making you lean back and crash your lips against his.

He freezes, pushing your face away from his. “Answer my question, please.”

“A day ago maybe? I donno, why does that matter? I’m so happy!” You exclaimed in his arms, wiggling around.

He locks you in place with his arms, steering you away from the stove and into the living room, shutting off the ear shattering music on his way there.

“Where are you taking me? I still need to cook the new brownie recipe that I found for you!” You say as he places you on the couch.

“Did you take your medicine?”

You paused your twitching limbs, suddenly as still as ice. “I don’t need them! They make me soo tired and-and sad!”

He took your face into his hands. Your face was too warm, like you were running a fever. “You need rest, sweet. You’re running on nothing.” You frowned at his words, nuzzling against his palm. “I’m fine,” you murmured, leaning more into him. “Yeah right,” he huffed out a soft laugh, more sad then anything as he pulled your face into his chest, letting you hear his heartbeat and breaths.

You were breathing fast, like you just ran a marathon as you came back to yourself, trying your best to follow his breathing.

Now that you rested for a few minutes, you suddenly felt so tired, like it you were finally realizing that you were running on scraps for a while.

You two stayed there for what felt like hours, not talking, just sitting there as you grew out of your manic feel. The tiredness was settling into your limbs, making it difficult to do anything but close your eyes.

Eventually, you fell asleep with Darry still holding you in his warm arms. He stayed there for as long as you were, rubbing his fingers into your back as you slept soundly.

Please tell me if something is inaccurate in this!

Random girl in my brain-

Dallas winson x shy!reader

Dallas usually only went for the loud girls, the girls that wouldn’t back down from a fight but would do everything he said.

Though, everything he thought he liked crashed down and burned the second he met you.

The sun was setting when he saw you from across the street, walking with your school bag and books in your hands. He was being obnoxious, like always. Talking loud and proud with Johnny.

His eyes locked on you when he heard a clatter, your textbooks falling when someone tripped you and continued walking.

He froze, watching as the boy laughed and walked away without a second glance back, still smiling to himself. You trembled slightly, leaning down to pick up your books. Dally didn’t know you, but for so unknown reason he felt like he wanted to punch the dude for even looking at you wrong.

“C’ere, Johnny.” He said, looking both ways before running across the street, ignoring the fact that the light was green for the cars. Johnny ran behind him, not wanting to be left behind in the middle of Tulsa.

When they reached the other side of the street, Dally's hand suddenly clamped on the shoulder of the boy walking away, Johnny lingering behind him. “Hey man, the fuck you think you’re doing, huh? Pushing around a girl?” The boy turned around right as his fist went smashing into his nose.

The boy cursed, grabbing his nose in shock instead of fighting back. He looked up at Dallas in shock, quickly turning and walking away before causing any more trouble for himself.

“Yeah that’s right! Walk away like a coward!” Dallas yelled behind him, finally looking behind him to see you now standing, holding all of your books while looking up at him like he was your saviour.

From closer up, dally could finally see you properly and-holy hell. It was like you were an angel, with your pretty face and soft looking hair.

“Thank you,” your soft words snapped him out of his haze, watching as you walked past him, hurrying to your house, the faint scent of you intoxicating him.

As he walked with Johnny, he couldn’t help but have half of his attention on the memory of you, wishing that he could see you just one more time. “Hey, Dallas, man, you good?” Johnny said, making dally look down at him. “Yeah, ‘course I am. What makes you think I’m not?”

“No reason, just asking.”

Yay more shy!reader!

Ignore how this is my first time posting in like a week I’ve had like no motivation whatsoever

Back at school!

Dallas winson x shy!reader

Dallas’ truck came to a stop in front of your school. For some reason unknown to you, he decided to wake up early for the first time in months and drive you to your class. You peeled off your seatbelt, grabbing your bag from the backseat before pausing. When you felt around, you could feel another bag, different from your’s which had keychains on it. You looked back, finding a beat-up black backpack next to your more colourful one.

“Dally..” you say, picking both of them up and setting them in your lap. “What are you doing?” A smirk was now on his face, which just made you even more confused then before. You watched as he turned the key out of the hole, turning off his car before opening the driver seat door. “I’m going to school with ya, doll. Now c’mon, don’t want to be late, do you?”

You were flabbergasted, utterly flabbergasted as you picked up your backpack, slinging it over both of your shoulders before quickly following after him. You jogged towards dally, already seeing a few socs giving him a side eye before going back to whatever they were doing.

As you two walked through the doors of your school together, you could already feel the eyes on you and him, something that you hated. Your chin dropped down to your chest, your hair falling over your face, effectively covering it.

A hand wrapped around your waist, pulling your hair behind your ears and tugging your jaw up. “C’mon, what ya shy for, huh?” Dally said, steering you away from a few girls that you were going to bump into. You fixed your eyes on the wall opposite you, taking your attention away from all of the stares following you.

“Where’s your first period, huh? I’ll just go to that.” You looked up at Dallas, at the hair falling into his face and the permanent smirk on his lips. “Art.”

You took his arm off your waist, holding his hand instead as you tugged him to room 107.

You stepped through the colourful door, already planning to sit in the back before dally leads you to a desk in the front. “What-“ you say, getting cut off by dally. “Let’s sit in the front, yeah?”

You sit near the wall, already planning to shrink into yourself while the class goes on.

“Alright class! Settle down.” The teacher says, clapping her hands to call on everyone’s attention. The room goes silent at her call, conversations dying down.

“Partner up, because today we will be starting our final project, worth 35% of your grade!”

Murmurs rippled across the room, people finding there partners. Dally turned his head to you, grinning near your cheek. “You’ll help me, right, doll? Been a while since I’ve done art.” You nodded shyly, gently pushing at his shoulder to make him move.

For the rest of the class, the teacher explained how the project would be marked, how to do it, and so on.

By the time the bell rang you had already started your sketch. Meanwhile, Dallas was making paper balls with his, throwing them at other boys.

Even when dally was the one who was throwing them, people still looked at you, his poor innocent girlfriend sitting next to him. You practically dragged him out of the door.

That day you learnt a very important lesson; don’t bring dally to school. And definitely don’t be seen with him.

Rumers

Dallas Winston x crybaby!reader

The popular girls in your school where the worst thing in your whole life.

Sometimes, you wished you could just drop out of school and spend your days doing odd jobs at diners. That was how much you hated the girls at your school.

They always did mean things to you, like pushing you down the stairs, spilling drinks on you, or just calling you names.

Today was no different. When you entered the worn down school building, minding your own business with your head down, you could already feel everyone’s eyes on you.

That was strange, you were almost never in the spotlight.

After your first class, you rushed to the bathroom after finding more people staring at you.

You showed your teeth, making sure there was nothing in them, checked your clothes to make sure they weren’t inside out, but everything was perfect.

You were still examining yourself when two girls walked in, placing there bags on the floor. You could hear their loud conversation from across the room. “Did you hear? Y/n, that girl in our class? Apparently she’s pregnant!”

Your head snaps to the side, staring at the girls. You weren’t pregnant, how could you be? The girls at the school you were at didn’t even know that Dallas was your boyfriend!

You could feel your hands shaking as you shoved them in your pockets. You looked automated now, grabbing your bag with trembling hands before getting out of the bathroom as fast as you could.

You left the school building, abandoning the rest of your classes as your feet ran somewhere. You didn’t even know where you were going until you stopped at a front door with the word “BUCK’S” stamped on it.

Your fist raised , knocking on the door so softly you didn’t think anyone even heard. When it didn’t open, you knocked harder, and the door opened, revealing a tall, lanky boy with blond hair. “We aren’t open yet, scram-“ buck paused, looking down at your familiar face with tears welling up in your eyes. You could see him soften in real time, stepping away from the door so you could come inside. “C’mon in, kid.”

Your shoes made the stairs creek as you stepped on them, making your way upstairs and into the bedroom you had been in many times before.

You opened the door, finding Dallas laying on his bed, smoking.

He looked up, his face dropping from a small smirk to a slightly worried look. “Hey doll, what’re you doing here? Don’t you have school or some shit?” His long fingers took the cigarette out his mouth, stubbing it out onto the ash tray.

Your feet moved automatically, bringing you to him. You practically collapsed in his lap, the tears that were forming the whole way here finally falling.

His hand went to the back of your head, rocking you slightly in an attempt to stop the cries. “What’s wrong, doll, hm?” Dally says. Soft cries were falling from your lips now, getting muffled in the worn fabric of his shirt. “S-some girls said I’m pregnant, and now everyone’s looking at me weird.” You hate how your voice wobbles so much, wishing you could just say what you want to without sounding like gibberish.

You could feel rough lips against your forehead, your legs thrown over Dallas’ lap.

He says nothing, continuing to rock you. Slowly, you calm down, the scent of cigarette smoke filling you.

Your cries quiet down into soft sniffles, wiping away the tear streaks with the back of your jacket.

“You’re fine, yeah? You’ll be alright.” He murmurs, taking a drag of a cigarette that he just lit.

His lips met yours, transferring some of the grey smoke into your mouth before blowing the rest out and into the air.

You cough slightly, remembering what he told you to do and blowing it out instead of choking on it.

“There you are, good girl. How ‘bout you tell me more about those girls and their boyfriends, huh?”

Stolen things

Dallas Winston x reader

Being on your period was a pain, especially when you can’t find your painkillers. You could’ve sworn that the pill bottle was there a few days ago, but maybe you were just tripping.

You cupped your abdomen as another cramp rolled through you, making you shiver.

A soft knock came from the direction of your door frame, which momentarily distracted you, making you slowly un-curl yourself from the turtle position your body was in. “Jesus, doll, y’dying or something?”

Your eyes focused on the boy taking up space in your room, darting over his body like he was your savior dressed in jeans and a leather jacket with a cigarette hanging out of his red lips.

His words registered in your brain, and now you were just even more mad then before. “I’m not dying! I’m on my period!” Your voice came out louder then you expected, making his lip twitch slightly. “Poor girl,” he cooed condescendingly, stubbing out his cigarette on his jacket before going to sit next to you. His rough hands gently pushed you on your back, shooing away your hands before placing his where your palms were.

The heat from his hand seeps into you, and you greedily soak it all in.

You gaze up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage, mentally willing him to go do what you want.

“Can you please go get me more pain killers? I swore I had them but they just vanished! Pleeeaseee?” You practically begged your boyfriend, and his smirk just got wider, striking his face. “Naw, I’ve got a better idea.”He says, grinning now as he gathers you in his arms.

You squeak, your body shifting uncomfortably before settling against his warm body and worn clothes. He kept you there for a while, spooning you from behind and rubbing your stomach, the only sounds in the room being your clock ticking in the corner and faint breathing.

The cramps were easing away now, settling into just a slight ache, you could even feel your eyes start to droop as you fought to stay awake, trying to soak up all of this rare cuddling from dally.

Sleep won the battle though, and you woke up a few hours later, the sun now setting down the horizon.

You could hear faint rustling from behind you, then the sound of pills dropping.

Your head snapped to the side, almost slapping you in the face.

The sight that you saw was so unexpected that it made you pause. “Dallas..” you say. In his arms was a pill bottle-your period pills actually. The prick! He cuddled you while you were clearly in pain and needing relief and took the ibuprofen!

He glanced up at you, not looking guilty at all as he stared into your eyes.

You saw him shove the bottle back into his pocket, his hands going back around your waist. “Shh, doll, go back to sleep,” he murmured near your ear.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,”

“Are you lying?”

“…yes.”

You sigh heavily. You were so worn out that you didn’t even argue like you usually would, instead you shoved your head back into your fluffy pillows.

“I’m going back to sleep.

Thank you so much! I love this request lol

Okay so, maybe trying to bake a birthday cake for your boyfriend by yourself wasn’t the best idea, especially when you weren’t a great baker.

You wiped your flower stained hands on your messily tied apron, blowing your hair away from your chin.

Third batch and still no luck with making an actual cake. Your kitchen was mess;sugar spilled, a broken egg still on the counter, frosting that you made before the cake still sitting on a table. You just wanted to give up at this point. There was only 30 minutes until Frank came back from his camp duties and there was no way that a cake would be able to be made, baked, and decorated in that short time.

“Goodness,” you huffed, collapsing onto a stool as you plopped your hands in your hands. “I should just give up at this point.” A groan slipped out from your lips, your forehead slipping down and resting against the cold stone.

Eventually, you found the energy to stand up, slipping your feet off the stool and standing in front of the counter again.

After having a moment of rest, you finally felt like you could do this!…untill you looked at the clock.

“Fuck!” 7:43 pm. You were so absorbed in your self loath that you didn’t realize that you were wasting precious time.

For the next fifteen minutes you were working like there was a bomb ticking behind you, hands moving frantically to mix the batter, oil the pan.

When you finally got it in the oven and some of the counter cleaned, the door opened, revealing Frank.

You jumped at the click of the lock, arms wide open like you could hide the disaster behind you with your hands alone.

“Hi!” You said, too loud in a way that Frank could instantly tell that you were hiding something. He didn’t point it out, though, just went to you and gave you a hug. “Hello.whatcha-“ he glanced behind you as he went in for a giant hug, eyes landing on the mess of ingredients. You could see it in his face that he was trying to peice together what was happening, over worked mind thinking until it finally clicked.

“Were you trying to…bake a cake for me?” He asked, gruff voice soft as ever as he looked down at you.

Your face tinted with pink, your eyes looking around so they wouldn’t have to be on his. “Uh, yeah.” You mumbled. “It’s still baking.” You glanced back to him, and you could see the smile on his face. A confused expression hit your face, why wasn’t he mad that he didn’t get a cake on his birthday and had to clean up instead? “You made me a cake? Thank you!” He said, arms wrapping around you again and lifting your feet off the floor, making you squeal.

“I’ll help you clean up then let’s eat the cake!” He says, and suddenly the pout on your face was wiped away.

The rest of the late evening was spent with you and the birthday boy humming songs as you two swept up the fallen food, occasionally giggling when you two bumped into each other.

When the cake finally popped out of the oven, you two sat on the comforting couch, holding each other and eating the cake as the night fell.

It was actually quite moist for how much you were rushing, turning out slightly burnt at the bottom but still good.

So maybe you are good at baking…

Happy birthday to my fav fictional boy <3