Sharks smell fear.

Why Can’t I Have Him Back?

I had a craving for a specific scenario and thus I provided it for myself, hope yall enjoy.

Sukuna x Curse! Reader | Angst with a small fluffy scene

Warnings: I made the reader be kinda like a butterfly-ish curse so if you dont like that my bad, blood (not too much)

I’ll probably make a part 2 for this, maybe something smutty if im feeling like it

Ever since Itadori fused with the King of Curses, Sukuna, all of the high ranking Jujutsu Sorcerers have been on edge. Not only from the unexpected development of having someone being able to tame such a monster, but also due to the ungodly amount of spiritual energy that had pulsed across the nation at his arrival. The pressure it released had knocked them back, the feeling sending a shiver down their spine as they realized it had been on par with Sukuna, if not even greater.

Despite feeling this unease, no matter what or where they searched nothing and no one was found. While they had constantly worried about this sudden presence they had current matters to attend to, such as the fact of Gojou Satoru’s sealing.

Itadori had run throughout the station, fighting minor curses here and there before coming to a halt from the presence of Mahito, Geto and Jogo. While Itadori and the other shamans around him prepared for a battle he could only watch in confusion as everyone around him, including the major curses in front of him stiffened and shuddered.

A large gust was felt before a hole in the ceiling broke through, crashing down in between the two feuding parties. From the moonlight, almost in a serene manner, a tall woman floated down, her large wings carrying her to settle atop of the debris. The curses behind her held their breath, the sorcerers in front of her tense at her presence, and Itadori shivered in both fear, yet relief?

The woman before him crouched down slightly, her wings settling behind her as she finally opened her eyes. Her bright (e/c) looked as though it was glowing against her black scleras. If you were to look past her demonic features she was quite a beauty, by all standards. Upon closer inspection they noticed her six arms. Her top and bottom arms were grotesquely stretched out behind her, holding onto something, while her middle arms had their hands clasped together. Just behind those arms on her stomach held dark markings, the same that were on Sukuna’s stomach.

Looking around she made eye contact with everyone in the room, tilting her head to the side her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Turning to face the curses behind her everyone noticed how they kneeled before her, their heads not moving an inch to look up at her. However one curse had been so bold as to walk towards her.

“WhO iS tHiS? WeAk? I aM sTrOnGeR!” The garbled voice laughed at her delicate structure. The cursed lunged at her just as she turned to slowly look at them. Just as they jumped she tilted her head slightly to the side, catching the curse midair. The curses gasped and smiled at her display of strength while the shaman prepared for the worse.

The curse choked and groaned as she stared at it more. She tilted her head the other way, watching as the curse slowly became more and more twisted. Finally she frowned, almost like a child who didn’t like their toy, she shook her head and instantly the body was a twisted mess hitting the floor with a wet plop.

Jogo had let out a small cheer before standing up to applaud her. “Amazing! My La-” He was cut off by a gust of wind as he felt her hand cover his mouth. No one moved, too astonished by her sudden movement, it was as though she teleported. 

“Shh…”

He shook under her grip, however her delicate hand gently left him, dropping him to the ground as he tried to gather himself. Sharply turning her head her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked at Itadori.

“Sukuna…?”

In an instant she was in front of the boy who could only watch in fear as she held his head in her hands. Despite her delicate frame her body dwarfed his in size. Once again she whispered her King’s name, her hand gently stroking the marks under Itadori’s eyes. 

“What happened? My Sukuna...you’re not him, but you have him…?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, causing the shamans to jump into action in fear of the fate that Itadori would face, much like the curse from before. However just as they jumped, she held out her hands, catching them in mid air as she continued to look deep into Itadori’s eyes. No. She seems to look through him. 

“M-My Sukuna...give him back to me…”

She whimpered causing everyone to look shocked. Such a fearsome curse was crying. Large black tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed, begging for her King to come back. Itadori flinched as a voice echoed in his head.

“Switch with me.”

He fought back, however it was as though Sukuna was fighting back with a different kind of strength. As she continued to cry she felt a warm palm come to rest against her face, wiping her tears in a way that held such warmth and familiarity. 

“Don’t...cry…”

On the side of Itadori’s cheek was a second mouth which held the voice the woman had wanted to hear for so long. Dropping the shaman to the ground she grabbed his head once more to stare at the mouth of her lover. 

“Sukuna…! S-Sukuna…”

She sobbed quietly, holding Itadori to her chest. Despite being a curse with such monstrous strength, she held him so gently. Her scent felt familiar, yet it shouldn’t have. Bulking, Itadori shoved her back as he coughed up blood, his throat felt as though it were burning. 

It was then everyone noticed the light (colour) pollen that seemed to flutter off of her wings. The many shamans around her covered their mouths, some already falling to the poison as well. The curses behind her seemed to be unaffected, however some of the lesser curses with them started to look uneasy. 

Falling to his knees Itadori grabbed onto his throat, he felt his consciousness fading away slightly before it all went black. Steadily he stood up, now on his face were four bright red eyes that stared up to the woman, the markings on his face slowly turning opaque.

“It’s been a while, hasn't it (y/n)?”

With a gasp the woman lunged at him, engulfing him in her arms. Had this been 1000 years ago she would have been dwarfed by him, but now it was she who held him. She cried out his name, her whimpers of missing him and of how scared she was being heard by all.

“They took you away from me! How long has it been? I’ve only been awake for a few months.”

She stated causing all the remaining shamans to look alarmed. She had been the large awakening they felt those many moons ago. 

“Months? Heh, it’s been much longer, my love. It’s been a thousand years since I’ve returned.”

(y/n) gasped once more, shocked at how long it’s been. However, curses and shaman alike were surprised by his words. His love?

“I-I’m sorry...I should have found you sooner...I-I had to conserve my energy b-because-” 

A small cooing sound echoed in the room as Sukuna looked up at her in shock. Pulling away from him, the arms that had been stretched behind her moved in front of her. Within her arms held a small bundle, pulling down the cloth slightly Sukuna gasped at the sight before him. 

A small boy, only a few months old, gazed at him with strikingly similar red eyes with a black sclera. The baby’s scrunched face gave way to the marks underneath his eyes and down his chubby cheeks. A small hand pushed its way through the buddle which (y/n) quickly held onto, gently rubbing her thumb back and forth the baby’s hand.

“Susumu...say hi to, Papa.”

The woman cooed softly, however it was quickly ruined by the rushing of backup shaman, rushing to the scene and immediately firing off their attacks, all aimed at the woman and the bundle in her hands.

Without hesitation Sukuna blocked their attacks, drawing the two of them close to him before releasing his own attack to knock them all back. As the dust settled a small voice cried as a mother hushed her child but to no avail.

Turning to face his child Sukuna looked down at him owlishly. With a small smile the woman handed the crying child over to his father who held him so gently in his own arms. 

“Hello little one, quite the charmer aren’t you.”

He snickered at the almost toothless grin he received. Sukuna wiggled his fingers in front of his son causing the young boy to laugh however the joy was short lived until Sukuna grunted. In a rush he almost dropped their son, however he quickly gave him back to his mother.

“Damn it...No no no!”

He growled in anger before the markings disappeared leaving behind a confused Itadori. The poison had been cured causing his consciousness to return allowing him to take control once more. Hearing the fussing of a child he turned and looked at the shocked woman as she shakily held a child that reached out to him.

Taking a few confusing steps back the baby frowned before letting out a loud cry, however this time it was different. The loud cry let out a shockwave knocking back everyone and everything, except for his mother who looked down at the ground, tears pooling in her eyes once more. 

She aimlessly tried to soothe her child but their cries wouldn’t stop. Using all of her arms she held the baby close to her chest, soothing the child of the shockwave, but not of his tears. Biting her lip (y/n) looked at Itadori with tears in her eyes.

“W-Why? I don’t understand…”

The teenager opened his mouth however the sound of a liquid hitting the floor caused them all to look at the bleeding wound now coming from her chest. Looking down she noticed how her child no longer cried, but had a frown present on his bloody face. 

“He’s hungry…”

She murmured to herself before extending her wings to fly once again. Floating over she went to the twitching body of a weakened shaman. Looking down at him her hair stabbed through his chest causing him to let out a guttural choking sound before he paled, he skin wrinkled as though he aged significantly. 

“He’s hungry, I have to feed him...Food for Susumu.”

She now hummed looking around at the aray of shamans on the verge of death. Before anyone could breathe her hair stabbed each of them through their chest, each person gagging and gasping before she absorbed their energy. She was moving onto the next row before she felt a presence behind her. Itadori had attempted to punch her away however she easily dodged it. A section of her hair grabbed him by the wrist before holding him in the air.

“Please don’t do that...not while you look like h-him...Not while you look like my husband…”

She whimpered before floating towards the whole she created earlier. Looking back at him with a tearful expression, Itadori felt as though his heart was being taken out of him when she heard her broken sob.

“Why can’t I have him back?”

party night 1

So.. what is this? Let me tell you. Parting with friends is fun and games until someone cries, I guess? This is kinda based on true events. Please enjoy this chaotic story with this chaotic group.

This is Part Numero Uno

Pairing: Well, Monsta X Partying With Reader.. Will Something Happen? Maybe? Who Knows?

Fixing your hair for the last time you grabbed your small bag and filled it with your keys and phone. You were excited to say the least. You usually only went out partying with your girls and met up with the guys later. It was the first time you went out alone with them. And that was nerve wrecking.

Their dorm was a 5-10 minutes walk away. Your shoes making noises as you walked down the street, which boosts your confidence a little as you took your time on your way. You looked good and you felt good. Obviously you needed more time than only 45 minutes but looking at that outcome a tap on your shoulder was of course necessary.

Being excited of going to the club with the guys you strolled your way down the street, seeing their house as you walked. Finally arriving at their dorm you walked the stairs up, the noise of your shoes now louder in the staircase. The door swung open once you started ringing their front door. A tired looking Shownu with glasses was standing at the door in his sweats. He looked good, you thought. Perfect boyfriend material right in front of you. His shoulders were board. His skin a light taint and his grey sweats were hanging low. Just like you he looked you up and down as he lifted his eyesbrow.

You grinned. “What up”

“Why do you look like that?” He stood still in front of you still mustering you from head to toe. It would have been creepy if he was a stranger. He bit his bottom lip looking back into your face.

“I- excuse me?”

He shook his head confused and blinked a few times realizing what just came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry I, you look good wow” he said, letting you finally in and shutting the door once you walked past him. You turned around, back to looking at him and smiled, flicking your hair back.

“Thank y-“

“Holy Shit” you were about to thank that gorgeous looking man in front of you when you shrieked at that loud voice behind you. Changkyun dressed in a black shirt and ripped jeans standing in the hallway looking at you.

“Fuck..you scared me” your hand pressed against your chest looking at him. Changkyun just stared back at you.

“Wow who is that?” Wonho said coming to the hallway as well making his appearance noticed by applauding. He was wearing a tight white shirt with dark blue jeans. His black baseball cap was covering his pink hair.

“Excuse me? Do I really look that bad when I don’t look like that?” You huffed out, both your hands on your waist now.

“You always look beautiful but-“ Shownu started as you turned to him only for him to be cut of by Changkyun again.

“Right now you look extra hot.. holyyy” he fanned his face with his hand.

“Ew..” you huffed out. Wonho laughed at you rolling your eyes. Even though you were clearly grossed out by their compliments you loved every little bit of it. Of course you planned to look as good as possible with your choice of outfit. Showing every little detail of your body and letting the rest for the imagination. You were proud to say the least.

“Are you done getting ready?” You asked placing your purse on a table near the door as you walked past them to their living room. The men following right behind you. Placing yourself on their couch, you crossed your legs. All three men staring at you. You lifted both your eyebrows cocking a smile at them.

“Almost” Wonho said walking up to you and sitting beside you. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through whatever app he opened.

“Minhyuk is showering and Jooheon should be ready too soon” Changkyun grinned walking to you and taking a chair, placing it right in front of you and taking a seat on it.

“What is with you?” You asked giving his thigh a slap making Wonho look up.

“You just look bomb i don’t know what to tell you” he said again for the third time now making you laugh again.

“Stop it or Im leaving” you giggled out making his smile turn wider.

Few minutes past and you started to talk to Shownu for a little bit. He was clearly not in the mood to go out partying like the rest of you even though you really wanted him to come along.

“He’s wearing his glasses he won’t come out with you” Kihyun said smiling at you as he walked out of his room.

“By the way you look gorgeous” he yelled walking into the bathroom, disappearing. Walking back to the living room both Minhyuk and Jooheon were already starting to open the bottles to get ready to drink some shots before you made your way to the bars.

“Wait... who is that?” Jooheon yelled walking up to you to greet you, taking your hand in his and twirling you around.

“Look at that sexy human being” he said again taking a shot from his glass. You giggled as Jooheon turned you around once more.

“Here drink” Minhyuk yelled through his cup, taking it between his teeth while pouring you a full cup. Wonho handed you the filled cup as you drank it. The boys started clapping as you drowned the cup in one go, scrunching your face at the burning sensation in your throat.

“Are we taking a cap?” you grabbed another bottle and poured yourself and the other boys the next drinks looking up at them.

“Hyungwon is driving us” you snorted into your cup making Wonho laugh again.

“We forced him of course” Minhyuk said grinning and drowning the next cup down his throat.

“Where is he?” You asked just taking light sips from your drink. You didn’t want to black out just yet. The night was about to be a long one so you were here for a good one.

“I’m here, let’s go so I can go back to sleep” A very cuddly looking Hyungwon walked past the room to grab his keys. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol you drowned just minutes ago but you suddenly felt the urge to grab this man and give him the biggest and tightest hug ever. Hyungwons eyes shot up to look at you when you loudly whined his name.

“Hyungwonnie” His eyes narrowed as you walked up to him, grabbed his arm and pushed his body to yours, hugging him tightly. He didn’t move just staring bluntly at the other once.

“Are you drunk already?” He said while standing still and looking down at your head.

“No I just think you look cuddly” you said looking up at him grinning. Jooheons face turned to Changkyun who was frowning from his spot watching you. Coughing a little Changkyun walked past you hugging Hyungwon to open the door. It seems to look like someone did not enjoy the cutesy of the moment when he coughed again, making it clear for him that he wants to get going. Still not letting go Hyungwon then squeezed you back a little but pushed you off immediately, making you pout.

“Lets go please” Hyungwon said, tapping your shoulder, looking at Jooheon with his eyebrows up.

“How are we suppose to fit here? I thought we’re taking the bigger car?” You said, your arms folding in front of your chest. Hyungwons rolled his eyes at your comment as he got inside into the front seat.

“SHOT GUN” Jooheon yelled running past Minhyuk climbing into the passenger seat. You weren’t exactly sure on how exactly they wanted this to arrange but now you just were not carrying to the point where you just stayed silent until someone told you what to do.

“Get all in (Y/N) will sit on someone’s lap.” You glared at Hyungwon who was grinning to himself. Your hand snaked into the window slapping the back of his head.

“Ouch..” he rubbed his head as he looked at you. “I thought you liked me”

“Not anymore.”

“Well how else do you want to do it then?” He said looking back to the seats. You opened the door and taking a seat, looking at Changkyun who was standing at the car door.

“Come here” you tapped your thighs and looked at Changkyun who then got the hint.

“What? No!” In that moment, the car door on the other site opened as Wonho and Minhyuk pushed themselfs in, blocking the other seats.

“(Y/N) I will not sit on your lap”

“Oh my child, come on” you giggled as you grabbed his arm pushing him inside. He took a seat on your lap, clearly uncomfortable but secretly liking this. Closing the door Hyungwon turned the car on finally driving off.

“(Y/N) here take this” Minhyuk whispered as he gave you a small cup with brown liquor. You smelled the strong smell as you took it off his hand. With a swift motion you gulped the brown drink in one go coughing a bit at the burn in your throat.

“This will be fun” Wonho said watching you drown another small shot of the drink, winking at you.

✧ .・゜゜trainee mission 004, rap performance; i hate performing

     no one will even remember you.      you’re going to be great!      well, did you practice hard?      you’re already the bestest!!!      what if they laugh at you?      agh. . .      hunji took a deep breath. he felt his stomach turn over, like after a meal meant for two being swallowed all at once. he could not pay attention to the other performers. he could not pay attention to anyone at all. the room spun. his head spun.      hunji took a deep breath. he wobbled whilst sitting down. his insides all spun and spun and spun. his head rolled around to whatever rhythm was around him. it spun. he spun. he felt something coming up in his throat-

     “chwe hunji?”      he looked up. he gagged. his eyes were wide. he swallowed what was in his cheeks and nodded.      he slowly stood up like newborn giraffe. in the silence of the room, he bent down, with vascular, shaky hands, grabbed his water, and sipped. just a little sip to get the acid out from his mouth. his stomach churned sour milk. he swore he had not eaten all day. why was it acting up?      “chwe hunji, with haste.” they asked. hunji nodded. he could feel himself panting. sweat beaded on his head. he took to the middle of the room. a microphone, and a stand, perfectly at his height. his knees, beneath his layers of clothes, wobbled with his head.      for weeks he had been preparing. since he heard he would be performing, he worked hard day in and day out. the song, streetlight, was second nature to him now. he sang it in the car, on his jog, and in his sleep. he rapped. he sang. he mastered the music. at one point, it had become so easy, he made a quick remix of the chorus to keep his brain entertained.      he wore what he always did. his brown shoes, his dark blue jeans, his white button-up, a brown vest over it, and an orange-brown jacket on top. the shoes gave him an extra inch of height. the jacket was only a few inches from the ground but was left unbuttoned. his round, brown glasses truly made him look like a grandpa. he even had a scarf earlier in the day that was orange and brown plaid. he had to remove it as to not choke on his own vomit.      he was mentally prepared. he was physically comfortable. why did his stomach churn? why did it squeeze? it felt like a heart, pumping in and out in and out, swishing his insides to and fro. he could feel something rising. the song began.      he could hear the cracks. the little aches, the little sounds of the music. he swallowed. he put his head down. his forehead touched the mic. he closed his eyes. how could he bare anything when everyone was looking?      hunji took a deep breath.      “like a streetlight.”      it was the first time he ever sang in front of anyone-      “like a streetlight.”      -except his mother and sisters.      “after the end of a lonely day,      “standing vacantly. . .      a deep breath.      “in the middle of the lonely night,      “and try to smile brightly.”     he gently held the mic with two hands. everyone else puffed into ash. he only heard music. his eyes were shut tight. tight, tighter, until they stuck themselves in that position. his voice warmly embraced all who heard it. his voice was slow, melodic, and full. it was so full. it was so, so full. it was his song. it would carry him.      he squeezed the mic. his eyelids began to peel apart from one another. he looked ahead. where had the judges gone? there were empty seats around him. he leaned in closer he dropped one hand from the mic.      “i don’t want anyone to see how incredibly weak i am.      “to the people who relied on me, that’s a contradiction.      “acting strong, acting like i’m not hurting, acting like nothing is wrong,      “i just wanted to be someone else’s strength.      “i cant be the reason that they lose strength.”      i can’t be the reason that mom died.      “i don’t have the courage to make 'you can reply on me' the other way around,”      because then who would she have?      “the pain silently grows locked in a room in my heart without a way out.”      he gasped for air. he threw his hands down and scorched all before him with a fire in his eyes.      “when you hold it in as much as you can you grow numb to it,      “i guess i can still take more because i can still hold it back.”      his neck and ears were pink.      “a bandaid over a wound will always fall      “i put this on in a rush but it really fell off quickly.”      he gestured to his head.      “the rain water pools on top of this worn roof,”      he slid his hands down his front.      “and it knows me all too well, slipping in through all the cracks,”      he grabbed and yanked his own hair, one hand on the mic.      “i need someone before i collapse.”      the desperation in his voice rose,      “ask me again if i’m okay, please, anybody-.”      he ripped the mic from the stand and stepped aside. he hardly sang but cried for help,      he looked a judge in the eyes,      “like a streetlight,”      he hit himself in the heart as hard as he could. me, me, me.      “like a streetlight,”      he moved to the trainees on his left,      “in the middle of the lonely night, i still just look bright.”      then the ones in the back,      “at the end of a lonely day, “      and the kids along the right,      “standing vacantly. . .”      he stood up straight and his nose became red. he slowly turned to the judges. he stood on the other beside of the mic stand once more.      “in the middle of the lonely night, i try my best to smile brightly.”      his lips frowned. were they even listening? can you even hear me?      he lunged forward,      “unable to rely on anything,      “i chose to only rely on myself,      “by now that i’m shaking,      “who can i even hold on to for support?"      he gasped like he was drowning.      “in front of the shoulders i’d rested my hands on,      “my shoulders are now drooping even further, but,” he grabbed his hair. he spun away from the judges, “who cares?"      “i cant let it out,      he begged the trainees to listen,      “i cant let it all out,”      why weren’t they moving?      “and the pain i couldn't let out starts blaming me,”      was no one hearing him?      “when i keep breathing this,” his hand shot to the sky and he sang to god. no one else was listening.      “-stale air, it goes beyond being unconformable and im left gasping for air,”      his entire being drooped to earth.      “i end up bothered by things that shouldn't matter,”      “and they end up mattering even though they shouldn't.”      he turned to the judges. where else was there to go?      “even though peoples eyes aren’t on me their gazes sting,”      “thinking they might keep watch and see the expression ive kept hidden slip out,”      a true, honest, look at the trainees beside him. he stared.      “im afraid, yeah, im afraid.”      he stood straight. his head stared forward but his eyes fearfully shut. he shook his head. he looked down as his back-up, pre-recorded self took his place.      why am i even doing this? why am i here? mom’s gone. the girls are fine. no one likes me. i don’t like anyone. i hate performing. i HATE performing. i’ll never debut and i’ll never make money and i’ll never be happy but isn’t that just life. . . it’s my turn.      “like a streetlight,”      no one listens.      “like a streetlight,”      and it’s okay.      “in the middle of the lonely night, i still just look bright,”      he looked up. he opened his eyes. the pre-recorded vocals joined him.      because someone has to listen. someone will know. someone has to know.      “at the end of a lonely day,”      his voice rose.      “standing vacantly. . .“      can someone hear?      “in the middle of the lonely night,      “i try my best to smile brightly.”      it’s okay, hunji, i can hear you. you’re doing amazing. is there anything you want to talk about?      hunji’s eyes welled up. his face reddened and he scrunched his nose.      “like a streetlight,      “like a streetlight,      “in the middle of the lonely night, i still just look bright      “at the end of a lonely day,      “standing vacantly. . .      “in the middle of the lonely night      “i try my best to smile brightly.”      he moved around the room, begging someone to listen. there were clear streams running from his eyes. his lips were already puffy. his voice was still smooth. he shouted with the song, as he rehearsed, but it was so, so, fully different. he shouted accusations to the world. to an empty corner of the room, where no one could turn away, he begged,      “like a streetlight,      “like a streetlight,      “in the middle of the lonely night, i still just look bright      “at the end of a lonely day,      “standing vacantly. . .”      a weep.      “in the middle of the lonely night      “i try my best to smile brightly!”      and with a frown on his face, sweat in his hair, and his organs depressed, the song came to an end. he took a deep breath. his eyebrows furrowed. his eyes drilled into the piles of ash that slowly rose to form humans again. he was angry enough to scream and those who held the future in his hands and he did not at all care.      he turned to them. a small applaud came from the other kids. it was much quieter than the other claps other trainees got. he half-bowed, eyeing all those in charge. image be damned, he had something to say. he would never regret his performance.      “thanks.”      he put the mic back. he took his seat. his stomach was too exhausted to move. everyone knew everything; what was there to toss and turn over?

word count (not including lyrics): 1,192 word count (including lyrics): 1,702 points: +6 lyrics, +3 notoriety