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“you’ll destroy each other”

aaaah, im finally writing an actual fic! aren’t you guys excited?! idk, cause i know i am. also, sorry for my absence…been dealing with mental health and things but now i’m back!

synopsis: psychology was your thing. something about knowing what made somebody tick, what made them who they are was interesting to you. so, you got your degree and even doctorate in psychology and communications. you went on to apply for a job, not knowing what was in store for you.

cw/tw: ngl, i don’t know what warnings to put (mostly cause i’m writing this on a whim and off the top of my head -_-) but but but but but, i will put the warnings..and it’s also greatly appreciated if you all let me know of some. but be warned!!! and don’t say i didn’t warn you..

you skimmed over the waver one more time, making sure you hadn’t misread anything. tapping the pen that sat in between your middle and index finger onto the clipboard, the only sound loud enough to echo throughout the damn near silent facility.

you could call this place a ghost town, an eight year old would say it’s the backrooms. the lights made a faint buzzing sound, they also gave the surrounding reception area a gross yellow color. the place was also damn near empty, with only a few brown leather chairs to sit in…and the leather was starting to crack.

you shock your head, putting your focus back onto the paper that sat in your lap. you were given this at the front gate entrance of the building..this place must’ve had a lot of accidents. discarding that, you finally signed your name onto the small line.

felt like you were signing your soul away..

getting up and walking over to the reception desk, you placed the clipboard down onto the little edge of the desk.

“hey uhm, i’m here to see dr. fukuhara..” you mumbled out.

the red haired lady looked up from the computer monitor up to you. by the look in her eyes, you could tell she didn’t like her job.

“dr. fukuhara dosent have time for visitors.” by the tone of her voice, it made you want to look around to see if someone she didn’t like had walked in. but no, she was sadly talking to you..

you kept your composure, not letting your professional filter slip. “i have an appointment…regarding the internship you all posted about.”

the woman finally picked up the clipboard and looked over it. that surely piqued her interest, “right, ms. l/n. gimme a moment..”

she spun herself around in her chair, picking up the phone and clicking a few buttons. she let it ring for a moment before putting it back down onto the receiver. “huh, she isn’t picking up..” pushing her hair back in fustration, the lady got up and took a few steps before turning to look back at you.

“take a seat..i’ll go let her know you’re here.”

only zeus himself knew how long it’s been since she left.

you sat there with your resume in your lap, bouncing your leg from the ball of your foot. anxious habit.

“jesus, it’s quicker to get a job at a damn fast food joint.” you huffed out. then closed your eyes and actually took a deep breath so you could calm down, even then, the faint buzzing from the lights were starting to get on your nerves..

“hey.”

what the hell?! you’ve never flinched so hard in your life. you opened your eyes and looked up, being met with a rather tall male.

he was wearing a gray hoodie, black jeans..that seemed to have rips in them that weren’t apart of the design, with black sneakers. his eyes looked as if he hasn’t slept in months, also looked like they had a red tint to them. and his hair long, long as hell. the ends were split and it looked greasy, like it hasn’t been taken care of.

“nah— i mean, no..go ahead.”

were you small..or was he just huge? cause when he sat down his legs just…sprawled out. he was…oddly comfortable.

you looked around at almost anything, fiddling with the pages of your resume.

“come here often?”

his sultry, smooth voice spoke up..getting rid of the rather awkward silence that surrounded the both of you.

you looked over to him, “do you..work here?”

he mischievous smirk grew on his face, “no.” he spoke, “just visiting..”

god you wished the receptionist would hurry up.

first chapter, we’re doing it bitches. stay tuned… (if you saw any typos, no you didn’t)

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girls when they can’t find fanfics about the character they’re currently obsessed with :

(it’s me, i’m girls. i’ve already read them all)

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this blog is very jjk infested, mb guys ;-;

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probably i just said it but i want to say it again:

- don’t apologise if you don’t know english.

- yes, english is the most common language on the internet but you are not forced to know it perfectly.

- your own language is beautiful.

- non-english people make a huge effort to write in English everyday on this website.

- support non-english people and don’t make them feel bad if they do not know English. 

- actually support all the languages.

- spread more language diversity on Tumblr.

thank you. 

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uraume is not a girl or a boy 😭 im begging ppl to realize they use they/them

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this is your daily reminder to write that fic! who cares if it’s a dying fandom, bring it back to life! who cares if you only have a sentence, you’ll get there don’t give up! who cares if it’s a self indulgent fic, we love to see it! who cares if it’s an overdone trope, you’re making it unique in your writing style! who cares if it takes you a month to write a fic and then you dip, you’re still writing and sharing your work and that’s what matters! who cares if you write for yourself and never post it, you’re still writing and getting your ideas down and that matters just as much as if you posted it! just keep writing, you got this <3

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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO !!

☆ “hardknock life, no annie!”

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☆ — “true story”

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“true story”

so...eternal sunshine by ariana grande came out, and true story is top 3. (go stream!!! or listen to get the story. either way, it's getting streams :P). but we dropping back 2 back bangers, that's where it's @. hope you enjoooooy!!!

this is a true story about all the lies, he fantasied about you and him.

this is a true story about all the games..you know he plays.

you and megumi were basically, the star couple of your high school. everyone knew him, and everyone knew you; and everybody thought you two were perfect for each other.

and that’s what it was, it was perfect.

until it wasn’t.

until pretty boy here got way too ahead of himself like his father, and tried to play two ball games with one player. that player being himself.

he’d say he’d be out with friends, but he was actually out messing around around with a cheerleader.

megumi’s studying for a major test he has in a week? nah, he’s at a party making out with some girl in the corner.

meanwhile you were at home, thinking your perfect boyfriend was doing what he was telling you.

and when you found out the truth? it hurt, hell yea. but you really didn’t see the point in crying or being hurt, mostly due to the fact that you didn’t do much wrong. and there probably wasn’t anything you could do to prevent it. so, you just removed him on everything..without explanation.

staying with a cheater ain’t gonna happen to you.

it wasn’t what you wanted, nor was it what you needed.

“y/n, you cheated on megumi?”

“what?” you had just gotten to school, and you didn’t even get to rest your ass in the plastic chair before nobara hit you with that jarring sentence. “what are you talking about.?”

“he told everyone that you cheated on him, and that’s why he broke up with you.” your friend shrugged, “i dunno, none of my business.”

your eyebrows furrowed and your fist clenched. no fucking way he was doing this. your head turned to look over to see that megumi was sitting else where surrounded by his friend.

being consoled…

your feet moved before your brain could, and you were on your way over to him.

“yea man, she—”

“you little shit!” you grabbed megumi by the shirt collar and yanked him out of his seat. he could clearly see you were fuming. “you really going around telling people i cheated on you?!”

“cause you did.” megumi chuckled, “no need to get mad at the truth.”

you perked your head up and saw that the entire class was looking at the two of you. some even recording. you scoffed, and dropped megumi back down to where he originally sat. you realized what was happening, he was making you look like the bad guy by getting a reaction outta you in front of everyone. so even if you were to tell your side of the story, the true side, nobody would even try to believe you.

if he wanted you to play the villian, then you’d do that.

“i know how this goes, fushiguro.”

roll the cameras please! cause once the days started to roll, the lies that came out of megumi’s mouth got even more outlandish. it was like people were paying to see this, to see the scene that megun

“yea, she was a slut.”

“she fucked everyone on the football team, maybe even the basketball team with the way y/n is..”

“i doubt she’s a virgin, with the amount of guys i found in her phone.”

the shit almost made you wanna drop out of school. denying it didn’t work whatsoever, it was like everyone was brainwashed. it got to the point where you just started to accept it, and fed into his lies. you played whatever part you needed him too, and that came with spinning the story a bit.

“you’d find somebody else too, gumi’s head game was weak.”

“why would i stay with him when he fucks with cheerleaders? he probably contracted a disease.”

“eh, yuuji’s lowkey better anyways.”

the minute you started talking back, the minute megumi got his balls in a twist.

you closed your locker to look over and see one irritated megumi, “what?”

“what? don’t ‘what’ me, y/n! yknow what you’re doing!” megumi was one laid back person so seeing him start to raise his voice and his face get kinda red, it was laughable.

you shrugged, “doing what? playing my role?”

“what role—”

“look, if your gonna get mad at the truth. you should watch where you lay, fushiguro.”

you thought doing what he wanted would make him feel better. but it obviously didn’t, and it confused you, but you didn’t stop cause he told you to. you were fine being the one he loved to hate, megumi was bothered..and you weren’t.

the next girl he got with (and cheated on), he got caught. no matter how much lying he tried to do, the proof was concrete and undeniable. you explain your story at all, you knew what was true and what wasn’t.

everybody wanted to believe what they heard, no what they were told.

clap it up, clap it up. ya girl hasn’t disappeared for a month, no need for applause! i’m here all night! (LMFOOOAOA). but, love ariana. love, eternal sunshine. go stream it. hope you enjoyed, love ya baaaaiii!!! (if you saw any typos no you didn’t!!!)

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sukuna makes me so SICK. i need to fuck him. i need to be coddled by him in the worst way possible

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diary of a mad black woman

i’m totally not projecting in this /hj. buuuuuut, i love love love the movie: diary of a mad black woman. probably the best piece of fiction tyler perry has created. but, i hope you enjooooy!!

cw: toji is an asshole (mb…), you’re gonna be kind of a bitch too if you squint, relationship issues, infidelity issues (on both sides), an established relationship coming to an end, you’re not getting back with him….. (sorry not sorry), uhh y/n is black woman coded (hii ting at the title). lemme know if i forgot anything !!!!

five long, draining years.

five years ago..you married toji right after you two graduated. don’t worry, your clan didn’t sell you. marrying toji is what you wanted to do. only god knew how bad of a decision you were

toji fushiguro, had his owns dreams and aspirations. ones that most possibly didn’t involve you whatsoever, but you forced yourself into them. the first year was just fine, it was like you were laying on cloud nine.

that was until you were pushed off that cloud.

he moved you away from your home. he wanted to “forget about the past” he said, and leave everything behind. and that included your own family..you didn’t know how long it had been since you last heard their voices. now you were isolated, and that only made things worse cause toji knew what sort of power he had over you now.

you did anything in your power to stay in his vision. whether that was dealing with his manipulative behavior, or even his infidelity..you sticked around.

cause you loved him??

or cause you didn’t have anyone else to go to?

weird, cause then you got kicked out of your own home and he got a divorce. he packed all your shit in a truck and replaced you for some hooker. bet enough booger sugar and lube got her to stay. you drove that truck back over to your grandmothers house…who almost shot you since it was the middle of the night. you got over it after a few months. got a job, made friends, reconnected with family..even your mother, and maybe even found some newfound love.

that’s until toji got injured and he was temporarily paralyzed. the hooker he wanted so badly wanted to leave him for dead, but you..were still legally his wife. so you made the last call.

to keep him alive.

as you sat there, thinking about picking up the pieces of what used to be your life..you realized something. every room in this place that you used to call home held a painful memory for you. even though toji’s suffering…something in you wants him to suffer even more. few months in a divorce can take a person through just as many emotions as five years in a marriage. oh, and you’re starting to feel all of them at once.

but the one that is clear…is rage.

now here you were, in your old home, in the office looking for old bill files for him. while he sat in his wheelchair…quietly.

shuffling through the stake of papers, you started to shake your head. “i don’t see it..”

toji’s head perked up, “you don’t see it?” he repeated, in somewhat of a mocking tone..

“no.”

he scoffed, “you really are good for nothing.” here he goes again. “find my bank statement and get the accountant on the phone.”

you looked up from the stack of papers and looked up at him. into those dead cold eyes, those eyes that used to give you so much love..but now…they just give you a whole lotta hurt.

“then call somebody, anybody and you can leave.” toji motioned down to the wheelchair he was sitting it. “this, is not gonna beat me.”

“oh really?” you’re tone was cold, ice cold. you were watching a grown man, that was fully capable of finding his own bank statements, throw a fit cause you couldn’t find it.

his legs were paralyzed, not his fucking arms.

“yea, and whatchu staring at?”

“you get stabbed in the spine, and you’re still the same.”

“i am who i am, and im gonna die that way. toots.” toji gave you a dirty, damn near disgusting look as he looked you up and down. “i don’t even know why you’re here, i’m not givin’ you shit. matter fact, where are my kids?”

“you done, toji?”

“yknow what bitch, just get out.”

you could feel your jaw clenched up when he said that.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, “i ask you to do one simple thing, and you can even do that after five— get out!”

you dropped the papers that were in your hands, you got up from the rather comfortable leather seat. grabbed your things from off the desk and proceeded to take your exit back home quietly.

but then you stopped.

who the hell is he? the man who hasn’t dont anything but hurt you. and now…you were about to let him keep doing exactly that? keep letting him control you like some toy. nah…that ain’t gon slide. before you could even think about it, your arm swung forward then swung back..the back of your hand connecting with toji’s face.

you turned yourself back around and leaned down to face him, placing your hands on the arm rest of the wheelchair..practically caging him in.

“let me explain something to you.” your tone of voice was sick, nasty. it was damn near like you were spitting pure vemon. “old y/n..is gone. and you will not talk to me like that.”

“now i came here..to help you. but now, i’m here to get even.”

“y/n, you—”

“shut up!” your yell echoed through the quiet home, the rain outside just barely being able to heard over it.

“you want your whore..” you walked over and grabbed the picture of toji and his little hooker..that was framed in a pretty little frame. “and your damn kids?”

you raised your arms up and threw the picture onto the ground, shattering the frame. “do you see what you left me for?!” you bend down and quickly picked up the picture, shoving it in toji’s face.

“this..is what you left me for!”

you started to rip the picture to shreds right in front of him, letting the loose parts fall to the floor. “she didn’t give a damn ‘bout you toji, she told them to let you die.!”

you walked back over by the desk, using your arms to sweep the top of it clean..everything falling on the floor, some of it even breaking.

“and yknow what’s funny? hm?” a condescending smile grew on your face. “i fucking gave you life boy, even though you took it from me.”

you’ve never seen toji so quiet and still before for how long you’ve known, but oh, that didn’t mean you were about to let up. you grabbed a play bat that was sitting on the floor..

“ya kids..your boys.” you swung the plastic bat and hit toji in the head. “i wanted children toji! and had you not been a public sex-stop, we would have them!”

you backed away and anger started to consume you. it showed in your face, your body movement, even in the way your heart was racing. you didn’t know if this felt good or not..

“got me all stressed out, my hair fallin’ out, my weight up ‘n down, can’t keep anything down! two miscarriages! you took life from me, and you never even said ‘i’m sorry’..”

was that it? the end of your rant.

hell nah, you walked out of that office. and you let toji sit there alone for a few days. when you can back it smelt rancid.

“god..” you groaned and covered your nose. walking up behind him. “ya smell like shit.”

you grabbed the handle bars and started to walk, then you started to run towards the bathroom.

“y/n. hell are doing?” toji asked, a bit afraid (that’s a new one.)

you ignored his concerns, barging through the bathroom doors to reveal a tub filled with water and a little bit of bubbles.

“y/n, stop—!”

the wheelchair hit the edge and toji was flipped over into the water. you pushed the wheelchair back and watched him, in silence for a bit.

“bathe him, feed him, clothe him..they say.” you say on the edge of the bathtub just watching him. “what bout me, huh? and jesus, stop lookin’ like an idiot.”

you begin to light a cigarette while toji just laid in the slightly cold water. “you try and..kick me out of our house, and keep me away from our money? hell nah. fuck nah, at that.”

you looked back over to see that toji’s head was started to submerge under the water. you quickly got up, dropped your cigarette in the water, and practically dragged toji back up to the surface.

“remember toji, i was there..when all you had was me.”

you stepped out of the tub and left him there.

later, you both sat at the oddly long dinner table. you on one side, and toji on the other. weird thing was you had a plate with a salad on it, and toji? he didn’t have a thing in front of him.

meanwhile, you were eating like it was the best salad you had ever had.

suddenly, toji had..started to cry? “y/n..”

your eyes perked up, “awe, you hungry?”

maybe he was. but who fucking cared? “hm..maybe you should go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat then hm?” the smile on your face was brutal

“christina..” toji quietly cried out.

you looked over your shoulder, confused. “christina?!” you looked back over at the pitiful man in front of you..trying to hold back to boiling laughter. “christina’s gone…”

you smiled wildly, “your little tramp didn’t have any money to her so she left.” looking back down at your plate using your fork to pick up for more food. “just like your slut.”

“she packed all her shit, and some of yours toji fushiguro..and went on her merry way.” you started to laugh. “come to think of it..she cleaned out your bank account. all of it!”

“oh, sweetheart, you tried to keep from me? and she ended up taking it all..huh?!” you started to laugh even harder, throwing your head back and slamming your fist on to the table.

this was even better then therapy.

“toji..you are like soooo many men.” you paused to get a good look at him. “you’d rather lay with dogs then make it work with a women.”

“you’re a bitch ass, toji..a coward.”

you forcefully pushed your plate of food, sending it flying across the table towards toji. it ended up landing on his lap and some fell onto the floor. but you sure as hell weren’t gonna pick it up, you got up and went upstairs to go to sleep.

toji ended up getting better, and you let all your anger out on him..later forgiving him. you took that divorce as a blessing, the thing you used to see as curse. he still loved you, but you didn’t love him the same. you didn’t want to be back with him. pain can hurt someone, but it won’t change anybody; and toji is a perfect example of that.

but you? oh you knew better. and anyone that would cross you in the future would learn that.

signed,

a mad black woman.

did it well…and did it good. PLSASE WATXH HIS MOVIE, I LOVE IT!!! anywho coming with the content..smash that like button for more bangers!!! /lhj but, hope you enjoyed!! love you baaaaaaai (if you saw any typos..not you didn’t)

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Mama fushiguro

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should i write fics on here….i got ideas but ion know if i should go through with them.. (//_-)

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he so bad, like…oml

sukuna with his hair down send post

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One word, yes.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO !!

☆ “shittin’ on bitches my hobby.”

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dabbles

☆ — “you’re tiny…like an actual doll.”

☆ — diary of a mad black woman.

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SUGURU GETO !!

☆ “im really that bitch, huh?”

fics

☆ — “you’ll destroy each other.”

dabbles

☆ — “i love you.”

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“you’re tiny…like an actual doll.”

my friends either gonna be very happy i wrote this, ooooor she’s gonna rub it in my face that i don’t really like toji like that and still wrote this. (paris, i’m in your walls) but, hope you enjoooooooy!!!

“hey..” god, we’re you tired. the job you had was majorly exhausting..and the people there were shorty, but the pay is what was making it worth it in the end.

you slumped your tired body against the wooden door, slowly dragging your hand up on the two locks locking the door. you kicked the overbearing stilettos that you had to where off, your feet were killing your like hell.

“toji, why is it so dark in here..?”

it wasn’t that dark, you were just tired as hell. there was a small lamp sitting in the living room that was illuminating some light around the small surrounded area. you called out for ya boyfriend again, but no answer.

maybe he isn’t home..

“it’s late though, where could he— SHIT!”

suddenly you were lifted from off the ground, way off the ground, and held onto what felt like somebody shoulders. the instinct was the start kicking and screaming like hell, which you did. until you were flopped down onto the couch and your mouth was covered.

“what are you screaming for?”

with the small lighting shining a few feet away, you saw that the person who had you screaming like you were in the horror movie was your own boyfriend… “toji! why the fuck would you do that?!”

“to wake you up, duh.” a dark, raspy chuckle erupted from his chest when he saw the irritable pout in your face.

you crossed your arms over your chest, “you think you’re so—”

“yea toots, i think i’m hilarious..” he stood up and picked you up again..more gently this time. his strong and calloused hands keeping you steady by the curve of your waist. your legs finding their way wrapped around his waist and your arms snaking around his neck.

“you look cute dressed like a small secretary.” a signature mischievous smirked started to grow on this face

“small?” you question, but it want like he was lying either way.

“yea, like a doll.” the man paused for a moment, “my doll, though..”

“you’re a fucking idiot..” you laughing, pushing his face away.

“yknow it’s true, toots.”

p.s. i started gagging like writing this (//_-) /hj. + i told you guys i was coming with the conteeeent have faith mls!!! but again, paris i’m in your walls. and i hope the rest of you enjooooy!! love you, baaaaiii!!! (if you say any typos, no you didn’t)