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lovinganora · 26 days ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “i miss you more than anything.”

synopsis: pt 1. you’re dead, now the love they always poured to you has no where else to go and they have no choice but to learn how to grieve and live with your loss.

✧.* ft: jjk characters + kny characters x gender neutral reader

✧.* warnings: implied death, grief, reader's dead obviously so its all angst. the character's relationships to reader's death can indicate a romantic relationship or a platonic relationship- it isn't exactly specified and can be up to interpretation to however you like. This is a part 1, grieving, however part 2 will indicate that they get revenge for reader once they realize that reader's death was by somebody else killing them. some characters may be ooc because i haven't written them before !!

✧.* notes: i had fun with this one :p this isnt proofread so be aware that i may accidentally use she/her with reader without realizing and some grammar mistakes and yadadada

image credit: unknown; found on pinterest by user: sad_rat

#THEY SURPRESS IT

They push your death to the furthest corner of their mind, locking it behind layers of distraction and obligation. Maybe it’s because they truly don’t have the time to grieve— missions and the constant killing of curses/demons kept them busy down to a meticulous schedule, merciless to any relief or privacy. Or maybe it’s because acknowledging it would make it real, and they’re not ready for that, they want to drag out the realization that you're gone for as long as possible if it meant that maybe some part of them can pretend that you're still alive. Or maybe grief hit them so hard that their reaction is almost delayed and they truly don't realize that anything is wrong.. yet (they acknowledge that you’re gone deep in their mind but they haven’t realized fully yet). So they keep moving, pretending they’re fine, crack a few jokes but don't mention your name, a ringing filling their eardrums when your name is mentioned, almost as if to block it out, pretending that they don’t hear the murmur of your voice in the quiet moments, pretending that they don’t look for you in crowded rooms even when their friends/colleagues stare at them worriedly because they know that look too well. But grief is patient. It waits. It's a ball of love that has no where else to go, especially when the person that receives it most is gone.

And then one day— maybe a random Wednesday, maybe while they’re doing something mundane like folding laundry or cooking food and.. it hits. Maybe it was a scent that reminded them of you, maybe a song that you loved, maybe they found your belongings in a pocket of theirs, maybe they reach to the bottom of the basket and see your clothes waiting at the bottom for you— squished and flattened from the weight of the previous clothes piling up on them, waiting to be washed and be worn again on another sunny day as if everything was normal again, or maybe if they're cooking they perhaps had subconsciously cooked your favorite meal without realizing. And suddenly, they’re on the floor, their kneecaps digging into the wood as if the ache in their knees could distract the heaviness deep inside their heart. And suddenly, they can’t breathe, their heartbeat hammering into their ear drums. The reality crashes in: you're gone. And with it, something inside them collapses too. The idea of death that was once feared and distant, or maybe hard mixed feelings of wanting it or avoiding it, doesn’t seem so terrifying anymore— or lonely, because maybe it's less terrifying to know when the person you love most is waiting for you on the other side, and that's what makes it hurts less.

Satoru Gojo, Yuta Okkotsu, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Aoi Todo, Mahito, Shoko Ieiri, Miwa (jujutsu kaisen) Tengen Uzui, Muichiro Tokito, Kokushibo, Shinobu Kocho, Aoi Kanzaki (kimetsu no yaiba)

#THEY USE IT AS A RESOLVE

Your death forged something in them.. something sharp, something quiet, something unbreakable. They've grieved before and allowed it to hurt them to the deepest parts of them, but they've changed, they've grown, and they learned from it. The mourning was real and deep, yes, but it didn't last in the way others might expect. Instead, it hardened them— it turned the warmth in their chest to steel, like sharp barbed wires surrounding their heart, the sharpened spikes that was supposed to protect their own heart presses into their own heart too, and it hurts them just as much as it would hurt somebody else that attempts to get inside— but as long as it prevents others from reaching their heart the same way that you once did.. then maybe it's not so bad to feel the way that they feel.

They don’t flinch when they talk about you. They’ve learned how to speak of you in past tense without their voice shaking, they learned how to lock all that previous warmth in their voice when they say your name away. But their eyes... their eyes have never been the same, so dull and devoid of the brightness and affection they previously held for you and only for you. They've stopped letting people in (if they had even let anybody else in in the first place anyway), stopped letting themselves feel too much, too deeply. Love? That was yours. Only yours. There’s no room in their chest for anyone else, not now. Not ever. They focus on missions, on goals, on staying in motion, they go back to their previous mindset of fighting til they break instead of following the mundane one they once imagined with you (the idea of settling down with you is thrown into the deepest parts of their mind, if you weren't in it then they won't even bother to try to imagine anybody else in your place) because stillness only invites memory. They wear their grief like armor— heavy, silent, cold, and defensive. A part of them died with you, and no matter how many years pass, that part will never return.

They learn how to live without you, but if death presents itself in front of them while they're on the brink of death? then maybe, just maybe.. they stop struggling all together.

Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Toge Inumaki, Maki Zenin, Mai Zenin, Yuki Tsukumo (jujutsu kaisen) Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Akaza, Kokushibo (kimetsu no yaiba)

#THEY PROPERLY MOURN

They don’t try to hide it. They can’t hide it. The tears come easily, sometimes without warning, like it replaced the routine that included you to be reduced to tears during the hours that you would usually be around. Their friends have heard the same stories of you a thousand times— but they listen anyway, they don't have the heart to get them to stop, not when they're mourning too. Their pain is loud and raw and endless, seemingly as if the tears never stopped day and night. Speaking of nights— nights are the worst. When everyone else has gone to bed, and there’s no one left to distract them? The silence is louder than their breathing, and they cry until sleep takes pity on them and allow some type of rest even if they're sniffling and soaking their own tears into the plush of their pillow. Their heart aches in a way that makes the world feel dimmer, slower, wrong. The grief doesn’t come in waves where it's easier on one day and harder on the next— it’s just there, constant like a finished heartbeat. Time doesn’t heal, not really. It just teaches them how to live around the absence.

But one day they'll learn how to smile again someday, even laugh, the pain never leaves but its easier to breathe. It sits beside them like a ghost. Then their pain shifts from a constant weight and a finished heartbeat to waves, some days are easier and some days are harder, days are shorter but sometimes they're longer, they stop crying about the reader during those lonely nights that much.. in comparison to before. Their friends help them along the way, like having a hand on their back constantly rubbing there softly and reassure that maybe they'll learn how to live without you. But they look for you in their dreams, or maybe they look in stars too— to see them glimmer and sparkle like you once did, or maybe in the flicker of candlelight for a sign from you. They beg the universe for a sign—just one. Maybe for you to show up in their dreams, maybe for you to whisper a sweet murmur in their ear when they're alone, maybe to feel the cold feeling of your cold hands holding them again— a far mimic from your once warm hands, anything. Just to know that you're doing okay now at where you're at. They just want to know that you're happy now at least. No longer in pain, no longer carrying the weight of others, whatever it was.. they hoped that you're given the same happiness that you gave to them. Because they will never, ever, forget the happiness they felt when they were with you. And one day, they'll learn how to live without you once again.

Yuji Itadori, Takuma Ino, Mitsuri Kanroji, Kanae Kocho, Nezuko Kamado (jujutsu kaisen) Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibira, Rengoku Kyojuro, Douma (kimetsu no yaiba)

author notes: YAAYY another post done!! im going to draw n have some fun w that b4 writing pt 2. revenge, so expect that pretty soon!!

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lovinganora · 27 days ago

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ffuudusgghhh I gonna post a fic or smth before i start drawing jjk stuff

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lovinganora · 1 month ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “WHY DONT YOU QUIT.. AND RUN AWAY WITH ME?”

synopsis: worn down by bloodshed, you ask your partner, who is equally as tired and exhausted as you, to run away alongside you. somewhere far, somewhere unknown, but just the two of you. happy, alone, but having each other. but.. do they want that type of life?

✧.* ft: satoru gojo. yuta okkotsu. megumi fushiguro x gender neutral reader (separately)

✧.* warnings: none— all sfw. can be seen as romantic or platonic, some prompts may indicate a romantic relationship though. reader wants to run away.

✧.* notes: chainsaw man reference but there’s no spoilers for chainsaw man or for jujutsu kaisen below >_< this is my first post that i wrote myself ! English isn’t my first language so bear w me ! and no this wasn’t proofread 😭😭

The sky was a bruised watercolor of lavender and ash, clouds dragging sluggishly over the dying sun. It looked similar to a painting, the colors blurred together and merging perfectly with a soft padded brush smearing across the colors in an effortless swipe. Salt clung to the air like breath on glass, resembling the salty tasted sea, and the waves rolled in slow and sleepy, soft like lullabies whispered by the sea.

You stood beside your partner in silence, so close to where it was shoulder to shoulder that barely brushed against each others, but they don’t pull away, and neither do you.

The ocean was sighing just a few feet away. A gull cried far off, and the tide left a trail of broken shells behind as if the sea itself was shedding pieces of something too fragile to keep. Alike how the sea foam clung onto the sand before being dragged out again in a meticulous cycle, clinging on what it could before being whisked away once more.

You turned to them, eyes tired but lit by something tender. Warmth, hope, a plea. Or something far more dangerous. Their eyes were admiring the sea, almost in a child-like manner as the scene reflected into their own eyes before that same pair landed onto you once more.

“I thought about it a lot, but..” you murmured, voice carried softly on the wind as it trailed off as if your voice had been taken away by the wind. Your hand found theirs, warm, calloused, familiar, and you lifted your other hand to slowly envelop their hand in a warm encasement as you slowly lifted it, placing it right against your chest where your heartbeat stuttered beneath.

“Why don’t you quit.. and run away with me?” You murmured gently, watching how their eyes widened in surprise.

“I’ll make you happy,” you added,

“I’ll protect you all your life,” you watch as they took a slow blink as if processing the situation.

“Please.”

THE HONORED ONE

warnings; ooc gojo? I don’t think I write him well, suguru is slightly mentioned?? it’s more like he was implied.. you’ll get what I mean when u read. gojo calling the reader “smaller” can be implied that reader is weaker than him, however you want to interpret it is up to you. ending left vague and up to interpretation. spoiler free.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, as if wanting to eagerly hear what the strongest man of today had to say. Not in the grand, dramatic way the world tends to stop in horror or fear, but in a quiet, eager manner, like a held breath between heartbeats. The wind stilled just enough to let your words carry, and the ocean, in all its ancient rhythm, seemed to still its own voice just long enough for Satoru to fully hear you.

His fingers twitched beneath your hands.

They hit him with the weight of something far more tender and sweet, more than someone should after they just confessed to run away with them. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in a long, long time— Satoru Gojo was speechless.

“I’ll protect you all your life,”

Those words were what supposedly hit him the hardest. Not you telling him you wanted to run away, not you telling him that you’d make him happy.. he knew you would, you already do, but you confessing that you’d be the one protecting him after he was always the protector?

You said it so gently. So simply. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

But no one had ever said that to him before.

Not like that.

Not meant it like that.

He stared at you, stunned into silence, and your gaze held steady— tender, loving, hopeful for his answer, but full of that same stubborn warmth you always showed him. Warmth you always insisted on giving him, even when he didn’t know what to do with it.

A laugh escaped him, breathy, shaky, a little too raw to be considered charming. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes searching yours as if trying to understand what he’d just heard.

“You’ll protect me, huh?” he echoed, his voice light, but thick with something under it. A tremor. Disbelief. But not in a bad way. “You… you realize who you’re talking to, right?”

His fingers curled a little tighter around yours.

“I’m the strongest. The one everyone expects to protect everybody. The guy who’s been something usable since he was fifteen. Since before that, actually.. probably.” His voice cracked, not loudly, just enough to feel like something pulled tight at the seams.

His eyes searched down at the floor for a moment as if hoping for an answer against the pavement. Then he looked back at you. His eyes looking through the cracks and crevices of his lashes. And then he smiled, not the cocky grin he gave to the world, but something smaller. Quieter. Just for you.

He lifted his head up.

“D’you have any idea how flattering that is?” he asked, voice softer than the wind now. “That you’d want to protect me?”

His thumb brushed against your knuckles, slow and thoughtful.

“It’s kind of funny,” he went on, eyes glassy but burning, “how you.. someone smaller, someone softer, make me feel like less of a weapon without even trying. Just by saying something like that.”

He paused. Took a slow breath.

“You want to hear what I think?” He spoke with certainty, but for a moment it sounded like there were cracks in his voice. Almost as if, despite the certainty in his voice, it wobbled otherwise.

“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted, voice low, thick with something that trembled beneath the surface. “Running away. Saying ‘screw it’ to everything and just disappearing with you. Letting the world fend for itself without somebody like me.”

His hand that was encased in yours slowly held onto the hand that was pressing against the palm of his.

“But If I leave, who’s gonna protect the kids? The ones with innocence that shouldn’t be taken away? Who’s gonna stop what happened to me from happening again to them?”

And then, quieter: “so with my final act of love, I’ll let you go.” he murmured, and this time his words came out almost like a vow, “it’s not because I don’t want you. Or because I’m scared to choose you. It’s because I love you too damn much to let you carry the weight of my choice.”

His forehead pressed into yours, his grip tightening, as though trying to imprint the moment into his bones.

“So if you walk away now, I’ll let you,” he said. “Not because I want to lose you. But because I trust you. To live. To be safe. To find happiness.”

A beat passed.

And then— his grin returned, faint, but a flash of the old Satoru glinted beneath it.

“But if I ever find you again,” he whispered, voice low and electric, “I’m not letting you go. I’ll take you back. I’ll snatch you right off the sidewalk, I don’t care what city or country you’re in.”

His voice dipped, a touch of playfulness curling into the ache.

“So don’t get caught, sweetheart,” he teased gently, though it was barely hiding the pain in his eyes. “..because something like this had already happened before.”

He leaned in, lips brushing the edge of your temple.

“…so let me be selfish for one time.. and let me take that as a sign that fate finally said it was time.”

THE LOVE CURSED BOY

warnings; ooc yuta help, implied happy ending for yuta & reader if you take into consideration on how jjk ended and connecting it with what yuta says, but there’s no indication on the jjk ending. spoiler free.

Yuta's breath is caught in his own throat.

His reaction wasn't loud. Not dramatic. But deep down his heart had never been as loud as it was ever before, like something inside him had been knocked loose, oh god, did a blood vessel in his heart tear? Is that why is heart was beating so erratically in his chest like a drum echoing deep in his mind to reach the words that settled into his brain?

His eyes were wide, a pair of sleepy blue puppy-like eyes boring into your own, unreadable, and you could see the thoughts flickering behind them like shadows in the tide. He didn’t move his hand from yours. He didn’t pull away. But you could feel it, the tremble in his fingers, the way his heart was suddenly struggling between two impossible choices.

his newfound friends or you, what a cruel choice to make.

“I’ll protect you all your life.”

Those echoed inside him like a lullaby sung underwater, sweet and blurry and so far from anything he’d ever been offered. It wasn’t like he hasn’t been protected before, he knew what it was like for years despite the loneliness he faced.

But nobody had ever done that, nobody had ever said that to him without being forced to stay by his side in some way shape or form. But you did, with your own free will.

Not even when he was young and terrified and carrying the ghost of a dead girl on his back. Not when classmates avoided his eyes, not when he isolated himself from his own family to keep them safe from the curse that he settled onto himself, not when the only voice that filled the silence was Rika’s twisted, angry, all-consuming. He hadn’t had friends. He hadn’t had family. All he had was grief… and the monstrous power that came with it.

Until Jujutsu High.

Until Maki… with her pushiness to shape him into someone more, like a sharp edged tool carving into wood.

Until Toge… who never needed words to make him feel safe, like a wordless binding that he’ll stay without ever saying it.

Until Panda… who treated his name, “Yuta” like it meant something, like a promised threat to others that he’s strong enough to do something in retaliation.

Until you… who showed him how to let go, how to grieve and move on, the polisher to Maki’s carving to make him into something brand new and repaired.

And now, standing here, he had what he had always longed for: people. Real people. People who saw him properly, not as a curse, not as a vessel for violence, not a boy grieving over his first love, someone who was weak and scared that couldn’t protect anybody that he loved, but as Yuta. And it tore at him, eating away at his heart to be split in the middle.

Because for the first time in his life… he wasn’t alone.

so why did he have to run? why would he need to run?

yuta would never have a reason to like you did.

His eyes dropped to your hands, still cradling his, still pressed against your chest where your heartbeat fluttered like something desperate. His throat bobbed, and when he looked back at you, there was something wet shining in the corners of his eyes.

“I’ve always been alone,” he said. “Even before Rika died, I was lonely. But after she became that.. after she haunted me.. I didn’t talk to anyone. I couldn’t. People either ran from me or Rika got too overbearing. I didn’t have friends. I didn’t have anything.”

He exhaled shakily, and his shoulders dropped a little.

“But now I do.” His voice cracked. “I finally have them. Maki, Toge, Panda… you.” His gaze on you was aching. “I finally have people who make me feel less lonely.”

He paused, the silence between you filled only by the rhythmic hush of the tide.

“So when you ask me to leave…” He squeezed your hand, not out of anger, but because it hurt. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. God, I do. If it was just me.. if I didn’t love them, if I didn’t need them too— I’d already be in the car with you. I’d already be gone.”

He turned toward you fully now, eyes glassy, but voice steadier, as if he needed you to understand. Sweat beading from the sides of his temple and dragged down the side of his head in a slow and anxious movement as if it was careful too like his words.

“It’s hard to choose between the life I always wanted and the person that gave me a reason to have it.”

He brought your joined hands back to his chest this time, right over his own heart, you could feel it there, frantic and aching.

“But I want you to know something,” he said, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “If there ever comes a day when I don’t have to choose between two things I love most, when we can have both.. I’ll come to you. No hesitation. Just me. I’ll run with you wherever you want to go.”

His voice softened to a whisper.

“I’ll find you,” he promised. “If this world ever lets me go, I’ll come straight to you.“

And even though he couldn’t walk away now, even though duty and friendships and loyalty still held him where he stood.. Yuta Okkotsu loved you deeply, truly, enough to make a world where you could make a choice to turn away with no duty to fight with no consequence and to allow himself to continue loving his friends too.

And someday… he would.

THE BLESSING

warnings; ooc megumi, idk how to write characters cuz this is my first time so I think all of them r ooc LMFAOOA. but by far I think I screwed up on megumi’s prompt the most bye. ending left vague but implied happy ending iykyk. I really tried to get megumi’s character as best as I can so im sorry if I ended up butchering it. spoiler free.

The wind kissed the edge of Megumi’s hair, lifting a few dark strands away from his forehead as his gaze remained steady on you. But something in him had gone very still. Not the cold stillness that often stuck onto him like armor, not the kind built by silence or strategy or obligation.. but something more vulnerable, as if the world itself had paused inside his chest.

He could feel the shape of your hand beneath his palm, warm, delicate, squeezing faintly beneath the illusion of strength when you needed stability. And beneath it, your heartbeat. Uneven, hurried, stuttering like the hush before the sea crashes against the shore. He didn’t dare speak yet. Words felt too clumsy for this moment despite it lingering on the tip of his tongue, and his mind was running far faster than his mouth could ever catch up.

Run away?

He wasn’t sure what struck him more, the audacity of your request or the softness you genuinely had in which you offered it. Like you were handing him the key to something he never thought he was allowed to dream about, that he’d never allow himself to ever live for.

For a long time, he had only lived for duty. Not for the weight of his father’s absence. Not for the legacy of the Zen’in blood that he had tried so hard to escape and still somehow bore in the shape of his shoulders. But for his sister and the ideology that good people have to be saved, deserved to be saved, and that people like him needed to guarantee those people’s happiness.

He wasn’t raised to believe happiness was a thing you could choose. Let alone something someone else would offer so freely.

He blinked again.. slower this time, lashes sweeping down like the wings of a tired crow, and his throat tightened as he looked at you.

“Don’t say things like that,” he finally whispered. His voice wasn’t angry, but hoarse. “You know I can’t do that.. and you know why I’m doing this.”

But your hand didn’t flinch from his. Your touch didn’t loosen. If anything, you held him closer, as if daring him to keep resisting when you were offering the most dangerous kind of kindness: unconditional love.

But he was already being uncharacteristic when he decided to allow himself to love you, being selfish and pulling you with him because it hurts too much to imagine you living the life he always wanted with you with someone else.

Now you’re asking more selfishness from him when you know he already struggled to be selfish at all?

“Run away with you…” he repeated under his breath, as if testing the words on his tongue. “What does that even mean? Just… leave it all behind? The school, the missions, the people we’ve sworn to protect? You know I can’t do that.”

“it means choosing yourself for once. Choosing us. Even just for a little while. A week. A day. An hour.”

Megumi looked up then, finally truly looked at you, his eyes narrowed in temptation and debate, something inside him cracked so quietly it was almost sacred. The same boy who once said he only saved good people because he didn’t want kind people to die, the one who lived in quiet shadows just outside the warmth he offered others, was now staring at someone who saw him, and still said: I’ll protect you.

A breath trembled from his lungs. And slowly, as if drawn by gravity he never believed in until now, he stepped closer. His free hand lifted to your face, fingertips brushing your cheekbone, the corner of your jaw. His thumb ghosted over the edge of your lips like he was memorizing something too precious to say out loud.

“I can’t do that.” He says quietly as if hesitating. “it would’ve all been for nothing. Tsumiki, all those people I’ve fought for… they’d be nothing more than a stepping stone to my own happiness. That’s not who I want to be.”

A gull cried in the distance again. The sea retreated and returned, again and again, endless in its devotion.

His thumb gently touched your skin in slow motion and mannerisms, his touch reverent, memorizing, as if this was the last time he’d be allowed to hold you like this.

“I need to stay,”

you knew that was going to be his answer, even when he pulled away and turned his head toward the horizon again, and stood still, shoulders straight, the weight of purpose stitched into the fabric of his being. Your heart ached, you hoped for him to be selfish, at least just for once, just for one time..

but,

maybe one day, he’ll try to live for someone else once more.

you knew he would.

author notes: WOOOO!! first post finished :p, i guess im somewhat proud of this but idk i wrote this at midnight last night HAHA so some things may be more ooc especially megumi’s, idk if i grasped his entire character right but to be entirely fair its my first time writing him.

please get the reference I added at the end of Megumi’s prompt with the “to live for someone else once more” im begging its supposed to imply that reader and Megumi had a happy ending if u remember the details in chapter 268, I really did try to get Megumi’s character right 💔

yuta setting standards of a man imagine changing an entire system if it meant he could keep his partner happy and be with them at the same time

#megumi fushiguro x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #okkotsu yuuta #jjk megumi #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu megumi

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lovinganora · 1 month ago

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my parents’ biggest mistake was allowing my aunt to give me a photo printer I haven’t stopped printing photos since omfg

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lovinganora · 2 months ago

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bf gone I can go back to my roots

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lovinganora · 6 months ago

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I actually turned 18 today 😭😭😭, and yes I’ve been lying about my age this whole time but this is tumblr so LMFAOOOO

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lovinganora · 7 months ago

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got a boyfriend n now I barely open this app💔

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lovinganora · 7 months ago

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this is all i want for just 5 minutes please

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lovinganora · 8 months ago

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PARING: yuuta okkotsu x f!reader

PROMPT: my pretty girl SYNOPSIS: insecure? that word doesn't exist when yuuta's around

WARNING: lightly talks about insecurities (love yourself and cherish yourself :D) NOTE: i wrote this during my cringe dump moments. it was actually a cringe- VERY CRINGE smut but i couldn't get myself to post that version💔 so i edited it again. i'm a bit embarrased cause now it's from my uh 'drafts' (only one person knows what i'm talking about)

shirts, dresses, turtlenecks, sweaters- nothing ever looked good on you. not today, not ever. no matter how many times you tried on different outfits, none seemed to fit quite right, or flatter the way you'd hoped. you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection staring back at you. it felt harsh, like every angle displayed your flaws. you feel frustrated, taking off the piece and letting it fall on the ground. the calvin klein logo now visible when you toss your shirt off from anger- even that was pissing you off

“ready to go babe?”, yuuta pops his head out of the bathroom after pushing his hair in his usual style

you turned towards him, feeling suddenly self-conscious from the lack of clothing, fingers nervously tugging at the hem of your skirt. “i don’t know what to wear”

yuuta looked confused for a moment, glancing from you to the mess of clothes around the room. he flipped the bathroom light off before walking toward you, crouching down to pick up a few of the ‘rejected’ choices

“oh, isn’t this your favorite sweater? the pink one from our shopping trip?” he asked, holding up the sweater

you took a slow breath, your gaze on the ribbon design sweater in his hand. “it is,” you said, but the words felt unconvincing. “i feel ugly in it”

“ugly?” yuuta repeated

his face softened as he stared at you, clearly unsure of how to reply. how could you say those words about yourself?

before you could say anything else, yuuta moved closer, his hand reaching out to rest on your waist. his touch was gentle, as if he was seeking permission. you didn’t pull away, offering him a sad smile

“angels can’t be ugly,” yuuta whispered as he guided you toward the mirror for you to see yourself. “angels are pretty. so... pretty”

“well not this one”, you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes

yuuta wasn’t about to give up so easily. he released your waist, only to gently tug at your left hand, guiding you toward the bed. without warning, he nudged you, and you found yourself gently falling back onto the soft, warm sheets that enveloping your tired body, letting your mind drift off somewhere

but he doesn’t let you drift, yuuta was here to remind you how pretty you are. the restaurant reservation can wait, but this? this can't

“don’t say that, pretty”, he called as he hovered above you. his arms were braced beside you, locking his gaze with yours before resting his forehead on yours

the only sound was the soft rhythm of your breathing and the faint scent of his cologne, wrapping around you like a comforting hug. in that moment, you were in his world- his universe. it was a place where you felt safe. a place where you didn’t have to hide or feel unworthy

“you’re so pretty”, yuuta whispered. then, as if a reminder, he gently booped your nose with a playful grin

“let’s find you a nice top?”, yuuta asks but doesn’t move to his words

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “i think we can skip the reservation today”

you lift your head up to kiss him and yuuta deepens it, guiding you gently down onto the sheets. his hands roam, tracing the curves of your body as though memorizing every inch he had seen over and over. his hands rest on your waist, he pulls you closer before breaking the kiss to catch his breath. gently, he shifts you without letting you do anything, settling you to rest on the pillows instead

"we can", yuuta murmurs, his voice low as his lips trace the curve of your neck. his hands move to your back, fingers quickly working to undo the strap of your calvin's

"i want to spend the night with my pretty girl"

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#yuta okkotsu x reader #favs #this is so sosossooo cute

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lovinganora · 8 months ago

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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @mimicaz: Okkotsu Yuta!

Compatability: ████████▒▒ 80%

Confession: Yuta confessed in the medical ward while Shoko wasn't around (wow so romantic). He was planning to confess for a while now, preferably in a more scenic location and maybe with some sweets, but you were teasing him for getting hurt during missions so often and what would he do if not for you that the words "I think I'm in love with you" just slipped from his lips. The silent tension that followed was palpable. At least he made up for his impulsive confession with a nice date at the aquarium? And cleaned up his act a bit.

♡ He was quick to notice your dislike of being touched after getting to know you, and made sure to respect that boundary of yours. Even after the both of you started dating, he tried to avoid touching you as much as possible, continuing his habit of tugging on your sleeve or stepping into your line of sight when he needs your attention. He won't know that you want physical affection from him unless you straight up tell him, either verbally or with a bold action like taking his arm and draping it over you when you both sit side by side. He would be so flustered at first, but quickly gets comfortable and starts making up for all the time he spent pining for you from a distance. He's also secretly happy that he's the only one you like receiving physical affection from, cuddling up to you like a possessive dog.

♡ He thinks he'll get used to you biting him out of nowhere after a while, but you always manage to catch him off guard lmao. You both would be cuddling peacefully then you suddenly bite his arm and he'll be surprised every time. He'll playfully bite you back once in a while. He jumps kinda cutely when you touch his stomach with your cold hands and he doesn't find this habit of yours as endearing as the biting, but he's always super nice when telling you to stop like "your hands are cold please don't ^^;". He finds it hard to get mad at you when you giggle so cutely. Gives up and hugs you back eventually.

♡ Yuta is already the type to worry too much about other people, so you being bad at taking care of yourself will likely turn him into a full-blown mother hen. He quickly learns to bring you food when he eats, and texts you often when he isn't around to ask if you've been drinking water/eaten anything. There are days when he has to go on missions and isn't free to make sure you've eaten breakfast, which means you're probably feeling nauseous by the time you get to see him. He makes sure to keep lemons and sugar in his room for making tea to help with your nausea whenever this happens. Yuta might seem overbearing at times, but he genuinely just wants the best for you.

♡ You're right about you isolating yourself being a problem for Yuta. D': After making friends in Jujutsu High and gaining confidence in himself, he also realised he wants to feel a sense of belonging. His loved ones mean a lot to him, and his loyalty extends to the people precious to those he cares about as well. After seeing what it's like to be loved and cared for by others, he doesn't understand how you like being alone and even question if love and connection is truly important sometimes. He tries to be understanding and give you your space, but he will at least text you after a few days or so, lest you forget about him. Being with people is fun, he'll prove it.

♡ Yuta is always happy to receive any trinkets you give him. He keeps them in a box by his table, like a time capsule of your love for him. And he likes to open it just to go over the things you've given him (so far) to make himself feel better when he's sad. He starts bringing you things he thinks would make you happy too, like a nice rock he found or a flower he pressed a few days ago for you, but mostly snacks especially when he travels further for a mission. He worries you don't eat enough.

♡ Finds your love for naps rather endearing. Your sleeping face is super cute. He hopes you don't mind him taking pictures sometimes so he can look at them and smile in private. He's pretty much your personal pillow, his shoulder always available for your cheek to rest on as you settle down to sleep. Doesn't even mind if your makeup gets on his (white!) shirt. He'll sit still for hours if he has to, sometimes playing with your hair, sometimes joining you in sleep. Maki is sick of the sight of you both cuddling in the car whenever you guys go anywhere.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #favs #matchups

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