The Nurse Doesn't Even Get A Full Sentence Out Before You Hear It—the Loud, Unmistakable, Drawn Out

if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.

Renée Downer

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I’m being forced to watch soul eater against my will (not really, I love my gf (also it’s really good so far so I don’t care))

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

Watching a scary movie with Sukuna and he just laughs when you suggest the idea- only to end up with his 7+ foot self laying on your lap, your hands in his pink hair, trying not to cackle as the king of curses flinches at every cheap sound effect.

Inspired by "Obsession" fanfic by EvolvingCatFish

I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious

I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right? Everything I did was selfless. I spoke freely when the people needed me, I helped them. I didn't gloat, even told 'em, 'No', when the vultures came. Took control of my fleshly body when the money changed."

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed. I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself. "Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em down." But your pride has to die. "Okay, Father, Show me how."

Tell me every deed that you done and what you do it for. "I kept one hundred institutions paid," Okay, tell me more. "I put one hundred hoods on one stage," Okay, tell me more. "I'm tryna push peace in L.A." But you love war. "No, I don't," Oh, yes, you do "Okay, then tell me the truth."

Every individual is only a version of you, How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart? "I could tell you where I'm going"

I could tell you who you are. You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious- Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous. Isaiah 14 was the only thing that was prevalent.

-Kendrick Lamar ; reincarnated

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