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THANK YOU I HATE THIS GUY WITH ALL OF MY HEART

do you think he deserves to burn

yes

TOP TEN DIVA QUOTES OML 😭😭😭

“ill watch your lie in april in april so its fitting!” i lie to myself as i rewatch saiki k

why is everything due this week

this is your sign to make a pond in class

3 assignments due tomorrow! i just started! month long project due next week and im barely done! and im also sick!

I GOT NOMINATED FOR THE USC ICE BUCKET THING 😭😭😭💔

bf!noya texts!

cw: (maybe) ooc, swearing, mentions of mpreg (not really)

a/n

first haikyuu thing

i love nishinoya sm there's barely any content for him so sad like my baby

when the quality decreases mid text message bc tumblr won't let me upload 10+ images on mobile so i have to make it got through my computer but my computer crunches the quality so badly

ooc?

i got the orange thing image scrolling on amazon for nishinoya plushes

"that's so nishinoya" i say as i add the image to my smau

nishinoya left the door open as he went to grab smth outside and when he came back inside the snake was there

the snake was lowkey chill

noya was screaming bad

it eventually got tired of his screaming and just left

good job nishinoya!

main m.list

✩ "I just can't tell you." .:｡✧*.｡✰───

summary: toge didn't want to hurt you. you just wanted him back.

contents: jjk as angst tropes series: inumaki toge, slightly ooc??? does anyone know if toge would actually do this cz tbh i pried this out of my dehydrated writer mind, f!reader x toge inumaki, fluff at the start, miscommunication written TERRIBLY (but it still hurts cause I can’t believe I’d hurt my inumaki like this), was honestly contemplating posting this but oh well

word count: ≈1.3k

Ever since he was a child, normal communication and talking had already been a struggle for Toge. It was a hard concept for him to grasp as a child, and it’d be affecting other people more than it affected him.

The cracks of his soul and identity slowly increased and the guilt would only build up, even with his friends like Maki and Panda he wished that he would make it easier for them instead of limiting himself to rice ball ingredients.

He was used to it, really, but he couldn’t deny the want of being understood normally increasing when new students would join jujutsu high. It built up to become a habit, and the only person who'd heard him speak words that weren't in riceball language was him, and it was the voice inside his head.

Until you. 

The voice in his head became yours too. Unbeknownst to you, his guilt of failing to communicate like a normal person started to mix in with flustered feelings of affection towards you.

You can imagine the way he’d try to explain this to both Panda and Maki in riceball language. Thankfully, Maki and Panda were observant enough to see the way Toge blushed even under his uniform, and the way he’d make stupid mistakes when training with you due to the lack of distance you guys would share. Thank goodness actions speak louder than words.

You, however, having joined the same time as Kugisaki and still learning Toge’s language, were oblivious to this. Either way, you tried your best to understand the upper class man’s language.

Needless to say, it went better than you thought. You were enjoying being able to communicate with him more, being able to actually understand him and have conversations with him easily. Despite the obscure choice of words he was limited to, you learnt that Toge had a kind-hearted and compassionate heart. It was a heart that held out soft and gentle hands to anyone who was willing to approach it. He loved trolling and making others And it’s safe to say that Toge’s hands were gentler than ever as you eased closer to his heart. Toge had never felt this way before. He adored it–someone going more than halfway to communicate with him. It didn’t restrict them, or make them avoid him to have to put up with his lack of words. Someone actually listened. Despite him being able to say anything, he felt like he could finally say everything.

Toge wanted to treat you like you were everything to him, but as if being honest about his feelings to you wasn’t hard enough, his rice ball language for sure didn’t help. But he didn’t mind his feelings being reduced to actions, because that’s all he wanted to do for you. He’d stare at you for a bit too long, he’d hold your waist in a crowd, and make sure he’d get you water or your favorite drink after training.

You noticed these actions, of course, and it only fed your delusions as your feelings for Toge were already very clear to you (and Kugisaki). You’d notice how when your legs touched under a table, he wouldn’t move. 

Or, and most prominently, the other time Toge replied “Salmon” to you saying the moon was pretty, when he was actually looking at you.

That was enough to tell you–that maybe–Toge liked you back.

Toge, he had no idea what to do. Not only has he never felt this way towards someone before, but he’s never felt the absolute struggle and hurt of his lack of communication until now. And boy, did it hurt him.

He wanted to tell you that he did, in fact, like you. Heck, he loved you. That he thought about you more than he should and tried to mouth your name to memorize the way it felt on his tongue.

But he couldn’t–the words could only ever just die in his throat. And even then, what if something went wrong? Everyone–and him especially–knew how bad it was if he just slipped up a word. They knew that it could cause great harm–and Toge knew that the chances of trying to let you know about his feelings would only increase that risk.

Afraid of hurting you, quite literally, and disappointing you—he did the only thing he thought he could do.

He disappeared.

Less replies to you, suddenly becoming more busy, and stopped frequenting the places you guys would usually go to together. He convinced himself it was a way of making sure he wouldn't hurt you.

But he didn’t know that the only thing it did was cause you pain.

You noticed it. More painful than you wish you did. All the sudden distance left a void of nothingness inside you and you couldn't figure out why. Did you just misinterpret everything? Was it just you who felt this way for him–and did it push him away? Did it–

No, don’t think this way. You thought. Toge’s always been struggling with using his words, and maybe this was just a prime example of it. 

And so you chose to wait more.

Toge had barely even replied to your messages at this point. You barely saw him in class, and when you did, it was only for a brief two second glance before you wondered when you’d ever see him again.

You waited.

You stopped sending him messages too. Occupied yourself with more missions, and your texts went from daily to weekly. Avoided glances and turning away once the other was seen.

You waited.

When you stopped texting too, something inside Toge shattered. Still, he told himself that it was for the best.

You waited.

Toge hadn’t been seen anywhere. Surprisingly even by Maki and Panda–it was obvious he was deliberately avoiding you now–scared. It seemed that he was putting more effort into staying away instead of talking to you.

So you stopped waiting.

You stayed in front of his dorm for however long you needed to so that he’d had no more excuse to avoid you.

And when you did, the shock and almost terror in Toge’s eyes hurt you.

“Toge.” You called

He flinched. He deserved that.

“Mustard leaf…?” He whispered through his uniform.

“Great, Toge,” You said too roughly. “So you can talk to me.”

The tone hurt him, but he felt like he deserved it. Toge knew he couldn't avoid this anymore, and it was exactly what you wanted. Sighing, he unlocked his dorm and let you in.

You guys were a safe distance apart from each other, almost as if crossing the distance would be too risky. He averted his eyes away, the truth wanting to come out but only even dying out.

“I just want to know if I did something wrong.” You asked too harshly.

Toge looked back, disbelief and fear in his eyes as he shook his head. No. He unzipped his uniform and revealed his mouth, calling out to you. Desperate to make you understand.

“Bonito flakes!” He cried, placing his hand on his chest. It’s not you. It was never you.

“Then what is it, Toge?” Your voice softened, taking a step towards him. Hesitant, and uncertain.

He stayed silent. It’s not like he could’ve explained any of it even if he wanted to–but he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

Stay.

Is what he wanted to say. Cursed fate for not allowing him to utter such a simple phrase–a simple word.

But he couldn't.

And when he chose to avert his gaze and stay silent over the truth, that’s when he knew it was too late. His silent retreat of refusing to look into your eyes seemed like a good enough answer to you.

Your breath hitched, and your arms fell to your sides.

The hurt in your eyes–once Toge realized it–wished he’d never seen it.

You looked at him one last time, searching for any change of his mind. Maybe for him to stop you from leaving. Maybe for one sign that in the end this would all be worth it.

But alas, nothing.

So you turned.

And this time, Toge was the one waiting.

a/n

soooo might be my worst written one yet !!! which actually sucks cz haha what i love toge !!! so what is this writing !!! ughhhhh whatever it i knew that writing miscommunication would be hard and for some reason i still decided to go with it and now my stupid dumb self was stressing over a deadline that I PUT on MYSELF guys im officially losing it (dang we have two more to go already ??? this series has been going on for AGES bro)

hope you all enjoyed, ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆

akaashi couldn’t be nonchalant as people made him out to be.

NOTE. Inspired by @/nethsukii’s post from TikTok!

Everyone always assumed Akaashi was the most level-headed person in the room, nonchalant in some cases, the calm voice amongst the chaos, the unshakeable setter with cool eyes and a brain that always operated two steps ahead.

That reputation didn’t change when he got a girlfriend—it intensified. People whispered about how lucky you were to have someone so composed, thoughtful, emotionally intelligent, and stable. A boyfriend who wouldn’t raise his voice, who’d remember anniversaries without being reminded, who’d bring you tea when you had cramps, and listen to you vent without interrupting.

And okay—yes. Two of those things were completely true.

But the “nonchalant” part? That one was a bit misleading.

Because if you asked Bokuto, or Konoha, or literally any of Akaashi’s closer friends, they’d tell you: he’s anything but nonchalant when it comes to you. Sure, he looks calm, but beneath that is a man whose brain short-circuits when you so much as bat your eyelashes at him thrice rather than twice. He’s an intense romantic disguised as a stoic intellectual. And the intensity isn’t dramatic or grand—it’s absurdly, endearingly specific.

“Did you know you sneeze in three stages?”

You blinked, pausing mid-bite of your grilled cheese sandwich. “What?”

Akaashi, seated across from you at his kitchen counter, wore his usual composed expression. His glasses slid a bit down his nose, but he didn’t push them up. He was too focused on you. “Three stages,” he repeated. “You do this little build-up thing first—your eyebrows scrunch, your nose wiggles like a bunny, and then you hold your breath for a second. That’s stage one.”

You stared at him with an expression of genuine confusion. “You studied my sneeze?”

“I observe,” he corrected smoothly, reaching for his cup of tea like this was just another normal afternoon conversation and not borderline concerning.

“Stage two is the sneeze itself. It’s never dainty. It’s loud. Forceful. Passionate.”

“That’s a weird adjective.”

“Am I wrong?” he asked, not missing a beat.

“Yes?” You looked down at your sandwich. “I… don’t know how to properly respond to that.”

Akaashi gave the faintest smile, his eyes flickering with mischief. “Stage three is the little sigh you do afterward. Like you just survived a great war. Then you sniff once and pretend it didn’t just shake the room.”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a shrug, “but it’s endearing. You sneeze like a bazooka. It’s adorable.”

“No one’s ever called a bazooka adorable.”

“I’m a trailblazer,” he said matter-of-factly.

-

There were his journal entries—yes, journal entries—about you. You found one once by accident, tucked between a book of poetry and a volleyball strategy book. He didn’t write about major milestones like one might expect. No, you found out your boyfriend documented the way your nose crinkled when you lied, or how your left hand twitches a little when you were anxious.

There was an entire paragraph dedicated to the way you wrapped your scarf, how it was “disarmingly efficient, yet always crooked to the left, like her heart’s trying to lean on someone without asking.”

Who says that?

Akaashi Keiji, apparently.

He once paused mid-sentence in a phone call with Bokuto because you, half-asleep and grumpy, had mumbled something unintelligible from the other room (you had come over for a project and fell asleep after lunch). “She sounds like a disgruntled possum when she’s waking up,” he said dreamily. “It’s charming.”

...

“Akaashi. You okay?”

“More than okay.”

-

Akaashi even adjusted his wardrobe—not that he admitted it. You mentioned once, half-joking, that he looked really good in dark green, and suddenly half of his winter clothes were moss, olive, or emerald. You caught on when he started showing up with sleeves rolled halfway up because you once muttered something about liking the veins in his arms.

“Yum,” you murmur, squeezing his triceps before bursting into a fit of laughter after realizing how embarrassing you’re acting.

But you learned long ago that there was never such a thing as too embarrassing when Akaashi acted the same, if not to a greater degree. He wasn’t nonchalant. Not even close. He was... silly.

A helpless romantic who never made grand proclamations or public gestures but instead memorized the oddest, most mundane things about you like it was part of some sacred text.

And yet, he wasn’t clingy nor weird to the point of you being uncomfortable. He knows your boundaries well. He wasn’t overbearing or overly expressive. He just noticed. Quietly, constantly, lovingly. He didn’t tell you he loved you every day in words, but he knew the way you curled your pinky when you drank from your mug.

He knew you got cold at 3 a.m. even in the summer and always made sure a blanket was within reach. He noticed when you rewatched the same ten-minute section of your favorite show because you liked the background music.

He remembered the exact number of sugars you took in your coffee and the fact that your favorite mug was slightly chipped, but you used it anyway because it was a gift from your cousin. He once stopped mid-sentence while talking to Bokuto on the phone just to say, “She’s humming the Sailor Moon theme in the shower again,” with a fondness so full it made Bokuto gag.

Man, he was whole-body deep into loving you.

-

How Akaashi often spends a lot of time thinking about things that weren’t even that serious.

Like how, that one time, you laughed at someone else’s joke for a few seconds longer than how he’d normally get from you. He doesn’t even get jealous when someone’s flirting with you because he knows—you know—and you’re both trusting of one another.

But to hear you laugh for 1.7 seconds longer?

You might as well give up now, because this man is persistent.

“Are you seriously keeping time now?” you asked, laughing at his behavior.

“Yes, my dad raised me to be competitive.”

“Don’t bring him into this, Keiji,” you laughed.

He looked at you as if you hung the moon and individually painted the stars in the beautiful night sky itself. “You’re very pretty,” he says. “I think I might experience a heart attack.”

You hugged him so hard you nearly knocked his glasses off.

-

When you painted your nails—usually some soft pastel or neutral tone—he would watch intently, chin in his hand like an art critic evaluating a masterpiece. At first, you thought he was just being polite (to try and appear interested, since guys don’t usually find interest in these sorts of things), but when you noticed the way he always commented on the color and style like it was a whole personality trait, you realized it wasn’t an act.

“Oh, that shade of sage green,” he murmured once. “It makes your fingers look like they’ve been kissed by a forest spirit.”

“What does that even mean?” You laughed.

He blinked, entirely serious. “It’s a compliment.”

“Keiji, I told you. If you’re going through something, you tell me—not just like—act this way.” As a joke, of course.

He laughed too.

Eventually, Akaashi started doing them for you. It began as a fleeting thought—you had been painting your left hand with your non-dominant one, struggling to keep it clean, when he silently plucked the brush from you and started painting with delicate strokes.

“You’re going to mess it up,” you warned.

“I have steady hands,” he said with all the gravitas of a surgeon. “We did this in Home Economics, remember?”

“...Yeah.”

From then on, it became a quiet ritual. You’d sit in his lap or next to him on the bed while he carefully painted your nails (he prefers the first one but isn’t shameless enough to tell you most of the time), brows furrowed in concentration, tongue sometimes poking out as he focused too hard. And every time he picked a color, it came with an elaborate reason.

“This one reminds me of the sky right after it rains in early spring. Soft, muted, but a little hopeful.”

You’d pretend to roll your eyes, but your heart would always flutter. Because you won the boyfriend lottery with him.

Akaashi was just built like that. When you two cooked together, he’d narrate what you were doing like it was a documentary on divine beings. “And now, the goddess stirs the pot, bestowing warmth and nourishment unto mankind.”

“Stop it,” you giggled, flicking water at him. “Don’t narrate it like that. You’re making it sound like a case study.”

“But it’s fun,” he says with a smile.

“You’re so weird.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

And he truly is.

And you believe him.

Akaashi wasn’t nonchalant. He was soft-spoken, yes. Composed, yes. But behind that calm exterior was a boy with a mind full of your quirks and a heart that was overflowing with enough love to swallow you whole. And somehow, that made you feel even more lucky than you already were.

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✩ "I would get killed by your hands just to see you live." .:｡✧*.｡✰───

summary: he loved you so much he allowed you to let him go.

contents: jjk as angst tropes series: choso kamo, choso x f!reader, established relationship, not canon so no spoilers cz i realized its called fanFICTION so i can create whatever i want, forbidden romance, choso dies cz of reader, fluff at the beginning, angst cz who wouldve guessed, also written badly

word count: ≈1.9k

The moon generously illuminated the darkness of the abandoned building. It was just like the way you knew it. You memorized every curve of it, how the light would hit each spot, the way the debris stacked on top of each other–and where you would see him standing there, waiting for you. 

It started when you two both approached each other, thinking you guys were the same species. He thought you were a curse, and you thought he was a sorcerer. It caused you two to share the struggles you both had, and unbeknownst to both of you, it was similar struggles. It caused mutual pining that you both could only entertain.

You both found out when you first met him in your jujutsu uniform, and he saw the badge that you had. It was a shocking sight to see, but Choso had gently held your hand, calming you down once you found out he was a curse.

Now, you were meeting up with him secretly once again.

“Hello,” you giggled, your shoulders rising up and failing to keep your bubbly attitude hidden. You took your hat off, bringing your mask under your chin.

“Hello, darling,” he walked up to you, his eyes glued to your face. Stepping in front of you, he brought his free hand up to your face and tucked a hair behind your ear. “You look… as beautiful as last time,”

A sound of laughter bubbled up your throat, leaning into his hand. Choso held your hand, guiding you to the usual spot you guys would sit in that faced the moonlight. Ever since finding out about the opportunity of meeting you secretly, Choso had cleaned up a spot that the moonlight focused on, adding a carpet there and occasionally, candles. It was a spot where you two could lean against the wall, cuddling each other and forgetting the world really existed.

“A movie?” Choso asked softly.

“Yeah! I watched one with a friend today!”

Choso laughed, watching as you used your whole body to reenact the scenes and the story–he thought it was enchanting

“You think… we could watch a movie someday?” he asked sincerely, his gaze on you.

You sighed, squeezing his hand softly and leaning back onto him. “...Someday, Choso.” “You think that day will come?” He whispered, his tone vulnerable.

“One day, Choso. I’ll take you everywhere–the park, the mall, amusement parks–oh! We could go to festivals! Tokyo holds them all the time,” you chuckled, hoping to shift his mood into a more cheerful one. Your smile only got wider when you saw his cheeks rising at the grin painted across his face.

“And our wedding?” He teased, bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it.

“I already have plans,” you nuzzled your nose against his, a second of silence passing before you guys erupted in laughter.

It was an endearing sight. You two laughing at each other's shenanigans, acting like you were two highschoolers on a date–nothing else mattered.

Time eventually caught up, and it was time to leave. 

“Next week, same time?” He asked, his voice hopeful even though he already knew your answer.

“Always.”

~~~

“You want me to… what?”

Yaga raised an eyebrow at your question, putting his clipboard down and looking at you.

“We can’t afford to keep any Cursed Womb alive. Choso Kamo is a liability, and for all we know, he could be getting even stronger as we speak.”

Clenching your fists, your chest rose up and down in an uneven pattern, and sweat was prickling at the sides of your head.

“But the others are dead? How powerful is Choso alone–,”

“His powers are much stronger due to his cursed energy. There’s no doubt that he’d be giving you guys a hard time on your missions, and we aren’t going to risk it.” His answer was so certain, so sure that you shook. You shook, because none of it was sinking in. Every atom of your body denied it–Choso dying? Because of you?

Yaga noticed your silence, and he sighed. Grabbing his clipboard again and standing up, he spoke.

“If you think the mission’s too much for you, then I can assign it to another student.”

Your head snapped up at him. No–no one else could kill him. No one else should kill Choso–Choso shouldn’t even be killed! Choso was human–you know it. You’d know all of it. How he made you feel more human than the jujutsu society ever had, that he’d shared your feelings and troubles and love and affection–

But, if you didn’t take it, then someone else would. If you didn’t kill him, he’d die anyway. If he didn’t die by your hands… someone’s bound to give him a painful death. Someone else is going to cause him harm in his last moments. And you’d miss it all.

The thought of it made your head throb. Your pulse raced enough for you to hear it in your ears. You were anxious about him getting hurt–being shown no mercy before his death when it was all he deserved. Mercy. 

“I… I’ll take it.”

This way, you can ensure he has a quick, painless death.

Yaga hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “Very well then, the deadline is next week.”

~~~

This mission was easy. Physically. And you hated it. You hated it because it was as easy as depending on your love for each other to meet with him and only take advantage of it. You came here early this time, wanting to be the first one to see Choso… and the last time you would.

“Hey,” he arrived, beaming. And the sight hurt. Tonight, you had to carry his blood. A rope in your chest tightened, and your breath staggered.

“I… got you something. You like roses, right?” He revealed a rose from behind his back, holding it out to you both proudly and timidly.

Your eyes went wide. The crimson rose would soon be the color spreading throughout Choso’s fabric, because of you. Taking the rose felt like a lie. Rejecting it would betray you. Choso always did small and cute things like this. For you.

Choso noticed your intense gaze at the rose, as if you’d just seen something you shouldn’t have. Your uncharacteristic mannerisms–hands shaking, frozen in spot, completely mute–it worried him.

“Hey, are you okay? You’re not usually this quiet… Did you have a rough mission?”

A rough mission? You almost scoffed, but when he brought his hand up to your cheek, you hesitated. For a split second, you almost recoiled, backed away. The gentleness of his touch would hurt too much right now. You didn’t mean to, but when your gaze flickered up to Choso’s, his anguished expression only increased your regret. 

Choso noticed the weight on your shoulders. He noticed that there was pressure on you, and you couldn’t fight against it. He knew there was something you had to say, or something you had to do… and he knew you couldn’t tell him it. With the way a lump in your throat was forming and causing you to stay silent, he speaks.

“If… there’s anything you need to say or do, do it right now, my love.”

His sweet words combined with his tender actions–it broke you. Tears finally started flooding out, and your voice hiccupped quietly in your throat. Your hesitation said everything–you were shaking, crying–you silently begged him to say something different.

But he was steady. Calm. Almost too calm. Because how could he, who was absolutely ignorant about the situation, not knowing that you were about to end his life, still be so kind as he pulled you into a hug that you so desperately needed? Choso was giving you space to choose–no, space to do it. And you knew you had to, because if you didn’t, it’d end up much worse for him. 

“Don’t–no, please–I can’t, Choso–,” you begged the world.

“My love,” he says firmly, not wavering from his point. “I trust you.”

And it felt like your breaking point. It felt like everything inside you snapped–your heart, your tears–and your muscles moved without thought.

Before you knew it, your weapon was buried deep inside of Choso’s stomach. Blood emanated from where the knife was hidden, and Choso collapsed onto you.

“No!” You caught him, his blood slowly dripping from his clothes down to your hands.

The way his eyes went wide broke your heart, and even with your sudden betrayal he was still holding onto you for dear life. How could you? How could you?

Choso still somehow found the courage to chuckle even at a time like this, while blood was dripping from the corners of his lips. “This… wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“No, no! Choso!” You brought him to your chest, begging the universe to go back in time–you’d refuse the mission, refuse to end Choso and run away with him instead–so why’d that only occur now? When he was slowly losing life right in front of you?

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” your tears mixed with the blood that was staining his clothes, yet the knife was still in him. Your betrayal was still in him. And it slowly spilled throughout his body–yet his love was still greater.

‘Hey, hey, my love. Listen to me–,”

“No, I’m so sorry–I shouldn’t have done this–I should’ve just–,”

“Y/N.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him through tears. How was he comforting you? When you ended his life? He had dreams, struggles, passions, and someone he loved.

“Yes…?” You whispered, your eyes closing the moment his hand gently brushed your cheek.

“Don’t let them paint you the monster, my love,” he smiled–the one you loved. “I know you chose to save me one last time. I would’ve chosen you out of everyone else to be the one to end me.”

But you were a monster. But you were someone who deserves nothing of his gentle love. Someone who was deemed a murderer–yet all he gave in his last moments was gentle love.

“I love you, my love,” he smiled. “Say it back one last time, yeah?”

You tried your best to scoff, trying to match his eerily lighthearted mood as you kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Choso.”

The two of you closed your eyes, pressing your foreheads together–in hopes for you to give him the life he deserves and the one you don’t. When you felt his hand slip from your cheek, you quickly caught it and tried to savour the last bits of warmth in it, convincing yourself he was just unconscious. You felt the smear of cold blood from the wind–only to remind you that it was his blood.

You were broken. You felt nothing but misery. The air you were breathing, the eyes that you were using to cry tears you felt like you didn’t deserve to let out, how your muscles contracted as you sobbed–it should’ve belonged to Choso. The Choso who never had the chance to live out any of his dreams. The Choso who never had the privileges you had growing up–it should’ve belonged to him. Not you. You felt like you should’ve been the one to take the dagger instead, and even then–you’d still paint yourself the monster. Because now, that’s all you saw of yourself.

a/n

oookay i kNOWWW this was kinda fast paced but i try my best to keep this series under 2k words sooooo it kinda ended up that way... i wish i couldve expanded more on this but oh! well! too! bad! (sobbing) ANYWAYS thisssss lowkey hurt me–i dealt with what felt like ages and ages of writers block and had to force this out of my system and somehow was able to produce something decently satisfying in the end soooo i hope i broke yall :)

(imma be honest w yall tho the original ending was to make the reader end herself in the end too but i thought maybe that’s too much…)

hope you all enjoyed *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆

succumed to the urges finally got spotify premium FUCK YOU I HATE SPOTIFY (sometimes) but id rather get premium and pay $13 than hear some guy asmr burping in my ears every two songs

gojo satoru was a very peculiar man, you told yourself. there could be any reason in the world why he would be acting this way, yet you dont even want to try to think about one anymore. 

who did you even have as a partner, a large overgrown cat?

you stare at him as he slumps on the couch, sighing a little too dramatically for it to be considered genuine. 

you roll your eyes as you try to ignore him, but his antics were getting unbearable now.

as he sighed out loud for the nth time, you finally spoke up.

“satoru, what do you want now?!” 

he looked at you with his pretty eyes before proclaiming “nothing much… just sulking…”

“sulking for what, satoru?” you reply, already annoyed because you knew it was for a petty reason.

gojo looked at you before turning away. “no, you wouldnt get it. i guess you cant get me at all anymore…” he says, dropping his head and continuing to slump on the couch.

jesus, what was wrong with him sometimes? 

“satoru gojo.” you call out, getting his attention.

“ooh, full government name. i wonder whats in store for me.” he deadpans.

“what is making you hate me right now?”

gojo scoffs, turning his head to the side and looking at the wall. “oh nothing, just surprised my sweet girl suddenly knows i exist.”

you blink at him once. what was he going on about?

he sighs dramatically again, before once again thumping down on the couch.

“in case you dont remember, someone forgot to say hi to me when she came home.” he says with indignation.

was that seriously it?!

“really, satoru?” you question, wondering if its real or not. well, judging by his character, you were pretty sure he got all worked up simply because you forgot to say that you arrived home.

this stupid, handsome man.

he doesnt respond at all, which confirms his reasoning.

you laugh a little. was this really it? you had hoped it was something as small as this, but there was always a chance you actually did something wrong. you never knew with gojo as your partner.

“look, baby im sorry i didnt greet you when i got home. what do you want now?”

gojo finally looks at you, eyes sparkling just a little. 

“only thing that’ll help are cuddles. right now.”

you start laughing hard as you tackle him on the couch, trying to win back your innocence. you smiled as you finally got an excuse to crush gojo, in all of his 6’2 glory.

“okay okay i forgive you!” gojo says, laughing in between his words. 

as you guys settle down, he laughs and kisses your cheek, pulling you closer to him. 

“you’ve been so busy with work lately,” he pouts, “it seems like i’m no longer your very first priority…”

“oh please, you’ll always be on top of my list.”

“you promise?” gojo asks, arms tightening around you.

“i promise.”

a/n: sorry for not posting in a long time, i don't even have a reason i spend too much time consuming media than producing it.

likes and reblogs appreciated <3

i just found my grade four emo ass quotev story that i wrote FML I HATE EVERYTHING

my mom won’t freaking let me dye my hair purple because she likes my red hair but i wnat purple but she thinks it looks ugly 😡😡 its ok tho itll take like a minute to convince her

purple will eventually fade to this reddish orangeish pinkish thing but YESS LETS BE MATCHING PURPLE BUDDIES 😋😋😋

spent the whole day binging the apothecary diaries s1. i forgot i had homework. time to lock in.

thank u for the tag!!

oikawa and hinata in brazil with bubble gum newjeans . . that would be very interesting

only had that picture bc i thought it was so funny (and it still is)

no pressure tags: @ryrebloog @callme-naomi @irwinchester

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title…who/what is it?

thank you so much for the tag @starry-eyed-wild-child @vi0l3tluvsu @strawb3rrystar love y’all !!

no pressure tags: @lisboncy @chaimilkshake @loveofcherry @lostreverb @taintandviolent @gingerteafairy @ticifics @merrydoe @r0rysreid + anyone who wants to join !!

there is NO sentence in the world with the words "sucks" and "inumaki" in it. do NOT pmo.

what’s up sigma ⁉️

what's up alpha ⁉️⁉️

ive been neglecting unrequited terrifying hopefully i can finish writing it and editing it this week hopefully

redyed my hair. its back to purple!!

REYA OMG MY R MENTIONED????!!!?? THE YELLOW CARDIGAN?? THE BRAIDS??? WHAT

konton boogie

the hype is over but its still in me forever

no pressure tags :3 : @irwinchester @callme-naomi @yinyqngg

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

snore mimimimi

tell me why i caught a stray from a SEVENTH GRADER

valentines with yuji!

cw: smau, established relationship, super short, ableism mentioned in one singular text message

a/n

yes i know this is so so so short

did this at 12 am on a school night sigh

yuji my babyy ughh 💓💓💓💗💗💝💝💝

first smau

saiki k mentioned?!

hatsune miku mentioned?!

choso kamo mentioned?!

dividers by @.cafekitsune @.saradika-graphics

HAAPPPYY BRITHDAYYY YUJIII I LOOOVVEE YOUUU

got so bored i wrote an entire nerdjo oneshot on the back of my math textbook in class

✩ "It's never too late".:｡✧*.｡✰───

summary: you loved him too late, he was cursed too early.

contents: jjk as angst tropes series: yuuji, f!reader x yuuji, reader dies, lowkey violence (blood, fighting, swords n stuff), angst (obvi), hurt/no comfort

word count: ≈1.2k

note: l/n = last name (I try not to use these but my gosh why is it hard)

You, Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara were all sent out to a mission as first years. An abandoned building was rumoured to have multiple cursed spirits in it, so you four were assigned to exorcise them.

With Yuuji being your best friend it didn’t take long for you guys to start goofing around, much to Megumi’s annoyance. You guys were playing with the debris and remains of the abandoned building and taking things stupidly lightly for a dangerous mission.

You’d pull jokes in serious situations, always end up annoying either Fushiguro or Kugisaki (mostly Fushiguro), had an endless amount of inside jokes, and probably shared only half a brain cell together. The most frustrating thing was how you two were oblivious to the mutual feelings and pining towards each other.

And today was no different.

“Guys, take this seriously, please?” Megumi groaned.

“Chill out, Fushiguro!” Yuuji laughed, jokingly holding out his fists to you.

“Yeah! You’re way too serious,” You agreed, gripping onto your sword playing along with Yuuji’s fight.

Megumi opened his mouth–before he and Nobara felt the ground disappear.

“Behind yo–,” Megumi wanted to scream, but the warning was cut short.

Yuuji turned behind before you, and the both of you could suddenly feel the tension that filled the moonlit room, the sound of the curse menacing as it blocked the outside world.

The curse was a monstrous mess–writhing limbs and gouged out eyes, skin coloured with an unpleasant color of green and orange as it stared at you two.

Yuuji struck first, throwing a punch that sent the curse crashing to the wall. You gripped onto your sword even tighter, heart pounding. Before you could turn around, Yuuji flew to the opposite wall, and the air thickened.

“It has one of Sukuna’s fingers!” He yelled, his back hitting the wall harshly.

“Itadori!” You surged through, sliding your sword through the curse and cutting one of the arms off.

“I’m fine!” Yuuji coughed, tried his best to prop himself up, before the curse lunged towards him and choked him, holding him down.

You gasped, running to the curse. Yuuji slowly lost his breath as he watched the curse laugh at him menacingly.

“Why’d you protect the girl, huh? She must be important to you," the curse laughed menacingly.

Your blood ran cold.

“It can talk?!” You yelled, slicing through the arm that was choking him.

Yuuji fell to his knees, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. 

“What if I touched her, hm?” The curse chuckled.

Yuuji’s eyes widened, and he used up all the strength in his arms to force the curse away, his voice raw and full of fury. “Don’t you dare!”

Yuuji stepped up quickly, catching his breath. He swiftly ran as he poured all his cursed energy into his fists. 

You locked eyes with him for a brief second, and that was all you needed.

“L/N!” Yuuji yelled.

“I know!” You yelled back.

In one synchronized motion, you guys struck the curse and poured every amount of cursed energy you could into your final blows.

It froze, and Yuuji’s fist faltered while your sword was stuck in the curse.

“Did… did we do it?” Yuuji asked, slightly panting.

The curse stilled. Then–

“I think so–,” Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your chest rip out. Your sword slipped from your fingers.

“L/N!” He screamed—the voice tore from his throat as rage filled him when he saw the curse laughing at him.

The curse wanted to hurt Yuuji, but in a way that would scar him forever—and it was by hurting you.

“No!” He yelled, desperately as he wanted to punch the curse, too late as it quickly disappeared and revealed one of Sukuna’s fingers that Yuuji couldn’t care less for. He quickly caught you before you fell to the ground, your eyes hazy.

“L/N! L/N!” He caught you and shook you gently, removing his shirt to wrap it around your chest and stop the bleeding.

“I-Itadori…” you asked weakly, before coughing up blood. 

“L/N! I’ll call Ieiri-san—stay with me!” He clumsily got his phone out with one hand, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. He kept one hand on you, feeling the warmth fade.

“I-Itadori…” you called again. Tasting the metal on your tongue and feeling the pain in your chest, you knew that your time had come.

It was hard to accept, but you were bleeding out to your death, so painfully–but what hurt more was the way Yuuji was trembling.

“No, it’ll be okay! Stay awake!” he continued yelling, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

“Yuuji,” you tried to say firmly, using his first name.

Yuuji’s eyes widened as he faltered slightly, looking at your face and placing you in his lap.

“Y-yes, Y/N?” He asked, his voice shaking and cracking.

Using the last of your energy to wipe the tears on his face, it was replaced with a smudge of your blood before you spoke weakly.

“It’s okay,” you tried your best to smile. “You got this.”

He gasped, he didn’t want to got this—he wanted you!

“No! Y/N, I’m not doing this without you! I can’t just—,”

“Yuuji,” you called again.

He stayed silent, holding your hand.

“Y-yes…?”

“I’ve had fun…” you started. “With you, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and everyone else…” 

Yuuji didn’t like where this was going—he held onto your hand as if letting go would kill you, or rather, kill him.

“Yuuji… thank you for showing me life,” you continued.

“Let me continue showing you life, Y/N, please,” he begged and begged with a hoarse voice. Tears were starting to blur his vision but he didn’t dare to close his eyes. Not while you were slowly disappearing.

“You’ve… shown me enough life… and I couldn’t be more grateful,” you caressed his cheek, the blood on it fresh as it swirled under your thumb. “I…I love you, Yuuji.”

He gasped. You loved him? And he only knew now? No—no, this couldn’t be happening. But as he saw your eyes slowly lose life, the blood that bled through the clothes, he knew you were about to bite the dust.

“I—I love you too, Y/N…” he whispered shakily.

You laughed, painfully. “I can die happily now…” you whispered, before your arm went limp and fell onto his lap.

“Y/N?” 

Silence.

He gasped. “No. No, no, no, no—Y/N! Y/N!” He called, his eyes introducing a new wave of tears.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He begged, shaking your shoulders as if to shake some life back into you as his tears mixed with the blood on your lifeless chest.

“Y/N!” He screamed, his voice tore from his throat, raw and hoarse.

“No!” He punched the ground. “No!” He repeated, again and again that the screams almost sounded inhumane as he felt his heart’s despair.

“Itadori!” He heard a familiar boy’s voice, but didn’t dare to look back as he held your corpse closely.

“Y/N… she’s…” he could barely get above a whisper, hugging your corpse to his chest.

His two friends behind him were stunned by the sight of you—half lidded eyes, slightly opened mouth, and a bleeding chest.

Yuuji could hear quiet sniffles from behind him as he closed his eyes, sobbing loudly. He felt a hand rub his shoulder, but his mind was on you.

He cried into your corpse's open chest, his face stained with your blood. He ignored the hand that rubbed his shoulder–everything outside you being unimportant. 

All that mattered was you. 

You, limp in his arms.

You, who had just confessed.

You, who were gone.

The despair that tore through him was unlike anything he had ever felt. And as he screamed your name into the dark, blood-soaked night, Yuuji knew—

A part of him had died with you.

a/n

gosh freaking darn it everytime i reread this id js end up crying screaming instead of actually editing (it took me a darn long while i actually edit this) why do i put yuuji through so much angst bro hes been through enough...

hope you all enjoyed, ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆

dear kageyama

please stop cursing me

i just want a pin of anyone else BUT you

please….

white day- inumaki x reader

March 14th was another regular day you told yourself. And it did seem like a regular day, having been assigned cleaning duty for the classroom in the afternoon after training was over. 

For you, Valentines day wasn’t really much. You did give out chocolates here and there, but you were wondering if anyone returned the favor for you.

Maybe you were hoping a bit more that he’ll especially give you a chocolate back. 

You didn’t want to admit your crush on Inumaki to anyone, knowing that the unusual choice would make others question you. But, to be honest, it was sort of his charm. You appreciate how he always looked after his friends even having limited speech, and the fact that he always had to speak in code must really be annoying sometimes.

You wanted to empathize with him, be there for him. But what could you do? For now, it was only simple waves across hallways and sneak peaks during lessons.

You sigh, putting away the broom and finally heading out to your dorm. 

As you walk down the hall you hear footsteps approaching. Bracing yourself for an awkward interaction with Gojo or a snack robbery from Panda, you close your eyes before turning the corner.

Unexpectedly, you didn’t run into Gojo or Panda, but instead Inumaki.

You stumble back a bit and rub your head.

“Shit, sorry!”

You look at Inumaki, who is also rubbing his head. You look down to see that he dropped something.

A bag of chocolates.

You look away immediately, not wanting to stick your nose in his business.

He follows your gaze, realizing that he dropped the chocolates. Hastily, he picks it up, blushing just a little through his jacket. 

“Takana?” he says, expressing his concern.

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” you reply, wanting to get out of the conversation as fast as you could. Of course he has chocolates. Why wouldn’t he?Inumaki leans on the wall slightly. He needs to calm down. 

Slowly, he extends his hand, giving you the chocolate he dropped. 

“I…” 

Stunned, you take it off of his hands, pushing it closer to your chest. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster. You look up at Inumaki and see his head turned facing the wall, ears reddened.

You laugh a little to yourself and say, “Thanks, Inumaki!”

“Salmon.”

You squeeze the little bag of chocolates as you walk away, thanking whatever can be thanked that Inumaki gave you chocolates back. 

Maybe there was a chance that he liked you back. You didn’t want to entertain that idea, but for now, it was certainly something.

a/n

remembered it was march 14th. checked my notebook and it said "WHITE DAY MARCH 14TH"

thank god it is march break. wrote this at 2 am

i love inumaki my pookie

the inumaki plush i own staring at me while writing this

tell me why while i was working my computer fan was fighting for its life

it wasn't that deep i had 2 tabs open

anyways i started playing love and deepspace

ctfu why did he get BLOWN UP

i want to blow up inumaki

thank you for my inumaki obsessed friend to get me on the inumaki hype train

"me and the 4 other inumaki fans just cheered!" yet he gets top ten every single popularity contest yeah right

panda callout

dividers by @.enchanthings @.vysleix