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I need frat Eren, nerd Armin, plug Connie, art student Jean, best friend Mikasa, roommate Hitch, Jock Reiner, and guitarist Porco to make a comeback rn

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wanted to share this sketch of mine :p think of this as my take for nerd sukuna ig + a short drabble.

“You were a nerd !?” you nearly choked, coughing dramatically as your fingers clutched Sukuna's yearbook like a madman.

Learning something new involving your boyfriend would always lead to the unexpected. Ten seconds ago, the concept of him being a 'retired' nerd sounded closer to a myth—except it was really true and not just him bluffing tall tales.

“I told you babe, you just didn't believe me.” he shrugged, his back sinking into the soft mattress of your bed. His eyes lazily tracing the expressions on your face, too focused on flipping through the pages to even notice him staring absentmindedly.

“You looked good with those glasses.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhmm”

You were seeing another version of Sukuna before the tattoos and the whirlwind of Greek life. It was kind of heartwarming. He looked small and much younger in the photo, his hair long and slightly disheveled, and the glasses he wore served as a finishing touch to the awkward scowl on his face. To say he had a glow up would be an understatement.

“Why'd you change your whole look though?”

Sighing, he inched closer to you, his fairly big arms resting across your thigh “Hated being mistook as Jin, shit was annoying as hell so I decided to experiment and rebrand before college started.”

“Why do I kinda like you more as a nerd?”

“Hah. That's funny.”

“I'm serious.”

Truth be told, you don't actually care. You love him as he is.

The Sukuna you know was smart— a disgustingly knowledgeable man when it came to anything history and science. A wall of muscle with an insane habit of making remarks and correcting people on topics or points they got wrong (no one, except for you, is safe from him, professors included).

He secretly memorized elements and formulas by heart, had his fair share of puzzling collections that you were surprised he enjoyed, and a stack of books on top of his desk that he would religiously read if his frat brothers decided not to drag him to another party. He'd persuade you to watch documentaries with him on Sundays too.

Maybe those were just the many signs that he was pretty much still a nerd. Despite your boyfriend looking like a member of a biker gang, deep down, he knows he hadn't changed much. Just a nerd in disguise.

Your nerd in disguise.

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competitive eater? more like pathetic yearner !

Sukuna Ryomen had the stomach of a monster—a built-in chamber of steel with acids enough to burn eighty buffalo wings in under ten minutes. After all, his title as the “King of Cuisines” wasn't miraculously earned through nothing.

Bold, masculine, and intimidating— Sukuna's aura was just hard to miss. His mere presence was a force that would dominate everyone on the field; let alone at the table. It doesn't matter how many platters you serve at him or how spicy and exotic the food may be, he's all downing it in one go.

No breaks.

No timeouts.

No 'i can't do this anymore' vulnerablity in front of live TV either.

He was unbeatable. Add that to his unsually attractive bad boy appearance and you'll find the exact reason why people love him.

The shock factor? Sukuna initially joined competitions because he was forced to. Yes, you heard that right. It wasn't because of boredom or some cliché passion.

He was forced.

It all started in highschool, back when he and Toji were broke and ambitious teens who'd jump at every opportunity to get money. It was stupid Fushiguro who dragged him into this ridiculous shit cause his ass didn't wanna be alone.

But somehow, the universe seemed to had other plans. Sukuna won the prize money without breaking a sweat, and no, it wasn't just first timer's luck. Unbeknownst to him, he was making a name for himself; champion after champion, unintentionally catching the attention of many people. From broke teen to whatever he was right now. It was honestly a win.

Then, you came. 

An angel sent to save him from dying on a a Sunday.

It was love at first sight for Sukuna who was definitely caught off guard. Fuck, he could even feel cupid's arrow lodged deep within the chambers of his chest, the vibrations of his heart drumming in his ears. You were perfect.

You waltzed in his direction, a welcoming smile on your lips. He caught a glimpse of your flawless manicured nails as you handed him the menu. Your oh so gentle voice sounding like a melody in his ears.

“What can I get for you, sir?”

Your first question. Your first interaction. A siren's voice that cursed Sukuna to lay wide awake at night thinking of no one but you. So, he returned to the restaurant hoping to see you again. Sometimes you were there, and often times you'd be gone for weeks. To him, your existence felt like a vivid dream. It was as if fate was playing dirty tricks on him.

It bewildered him that he was spiraling whenever he couldn't see you—something that he's never felt for a woman before.

This was just a silly little crush. A temporary feeling. He'll go back to normal soon, right?

Well...not exactly.

His visits were consistent to the point that the owner, who turned out to be your father, finally recognized him as the Sukuna himself. Your father, being the self proclaimed comedian that he is, framed Sukuna's photo to the concrete wall like it was a rare artifact that only the chosen ones would find. Kinda valid. It's not everyday you get to have someone like him as a regular you know?

When you finally come home for winter break after battling the stressful half of your last year in college, Sukuna was elated. He found out from your dad a week ago when he mentioned it during their usual chat. And he might've stalked your instagram too..

Whoops..!

You've never felt so confused in your entire life. Because 1) why was there a photo of a man being hung up as decoration inside the restaurant? And 2) why was the said man laughing with your dad like both of them were comrades from a century old war?

You remembered him from before. The distinct head of messy pink hair that contrasted to the blackened tattoos inked on his skin. He didn't look much older than you, probably just a year or two.

You could only smile as Sukuna formally introduced himself. His palms curled into fists, both drenched in sweat, likely from his attempt to play it cool like he wasn't waiting for this to happen.

“I see you've met my dad, is that really you on the wall over there?” you joked, easing the tense muscles on his shoulders.

Sukuna could defy the laws of physics right now and straight up melt into the floor, if only you weren't looking at him with those eyes.

He could've flirted with you back then. Could've asked your old man for your number. But he didn't, and he chose not to.

Chivalry wasn't dead.

Sukuna would make sure of that.

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jjk should have been a slice of life anime. everyone was sooo happy only for it to end like that

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Greetings traveler !

shall i take you on a whimsical ride ?

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✧ know thy destiny! do you seek my treasures?

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what's it like going shopping with deskmate!Satoru after getting paired up for a class project ?

a/n : seal plush reference photo, here! 〔 prev ! 〕

“Hey, this looks like you.”

“Are you saying that because of my hair?”

This wasn't part of the plan. Who would have thought that you'd end up in a situation like this?

All you wanted was to go to the department store, buy the necessary materials needed to make your project, and then go home. But that wasn't happening at all. Not when Gojo Satoru was assigned to be your project partner —unfortunately.

The fluorescent lights at the toy section gleamed in a blinding haze, just as Gojo was waving a small plastic doll to your face. His rounded black glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose, obscuring the warm glint in his eyes.

“Gojo, we really need to get going-”

“Satoru.” he corrected you, again, for the fifth time this day.

You sighed, glancing at the crumpled paper in your hands.

“Okay Satoru, sorry.” you apologized, earning a satisfied nod from him, his head held high with pride. Guess he still gave you another chance to address him properly as he preferred.

“As I was saying, we need to complete all of the materials here on the list if we want to pass this class.” you paused, giving Gojo a disapproving look as he reached for another toy. “So no more side quests and playing around with silly stuff Satoru, or else I'll have to kick you out and do it all by myself.”

He huffed, his shoulders drooping down like a child being told off by his mother. Was he actually sulking? Definitely was.

You fought back a laugh, attempting to hide it with a smile.

“Come on Satoru, let's go.”

You walked through the aisle with Gojo trailing a few steps behind. Clearly he wasn't that pleased into getting down to business with that obvious pout on his face. He was just wasting time anyway, you thought. Then, you see it, the epitome of cuteness, nestled on top of the shelf.

Gojo notices too, the way you're staring at a plushie of a chubby white seal covered in tiny fluffy fur. By now, his suddenly non-existent pout was replaced with a smug smirk.

“Why'd you stop? I thought we shouldn't be dilly dallying partner.”

You turned to him, then back at the plush, as if comparing them both. Your index pointing back-and-forth, perpetually amused  “That seal looks just like you, he's got the eyes too.”

“Huh. What?” He's a little bit confused but he's got the spirit.

One step closer. And another one. His hand reached out to inspect the cuddly creature—a set of blue beady eyes staring back at his. His long lost twin in a different form. Him in another universe.

“Oh yeah. Damn...” was all Gojo could muster. His hand swifly stuffing the animal into the basket, ignoring the way your giggles had him smiling from ear to ear.

Safe to say that you went home feeling a little bit too happy for your own good. The materials? Bought them with a few extras just to bag that good grade for sure. Your wallet? Still full after Gojo insisted to pay for everything including the food you ate on your way home.

And the very-gojo-looking-seal? The man proudly took it home like it was his flesh and blood. He even bought you another one with a glittery pink bow so both of you could match (and the seals would be husband and wife).

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gojo satoru as your annoyingly handsome deskmate !

He was a menace.

A schemer.

That Gojo Satoru.

You dislike loud people? Well good luck to you sister cause you're sitting next to a hybrid between a human and a speaker. He's the type of loud that wouldn't die down even if the teacher was throwing daggers at his way.

He devoted his class hours for chit-chat, most of them being directed to you— his “heaven sent deskmate” as Gojo would often say.

If Gojo wasn't complaining about the strawberry mochi he purchased tasting like cardboard shit, or filling you in with the shenanigans at last night's party, best believe there's a ninety-nine percent probability that he'll spend his morning attempting to flirt with you.

“Nice skirt pretty, you tryna match with me?”

Or rather

“Cute girls like you need a break too. Wanna go to the movies later?”

If you didn't want him to speak to you, that's fine, he's got other ways too.

In the never ending cycle of tedious classes and the monotonous voices of professors piercing through your skull, you find yourself being pulled closer to Gojo. Literally. His long muscular arm would teasingly ghost around your waist, only to drag you by your chair. Sometimes you'd notice him twirling small princess curls in the back of your hair.

Also, this motherfucker never listens during lessons, has zero notes, and yet, he managed to pass all of his classes. Hell, he even had exceptional grades.

One time, you offered him to borrow your notes after sensing the stressful storm of exam season nearing its days. It was a rare act of generosity and care. As much as you hated the man, the ounce of kindness left within you was begging your conscience to help him.

Wrong!

He should have never given it back. Why?

A plethora of mini and micro penises scattered across the back of your notebook with Gojo's signature and your name on the bottom. The worst part? One of the professors saw it after he accidentally left your belongings at one of his classes.

Imagine the regret in his eyes when you ignored him for days.

At this point, Gojo's only saving grace was his looks. You weren't a blind fool to deny him of his beauty. Except beauty comes with a price, and maybe that's why God made him so infuriating.

Annoying, yet handsomely so.

After a long time of battling his continuous poking and obnoxious snickering, you learned to associate him with a rather interesting creature after your biology lecture. A harp seal, an infant at that. The difference? just the eyes you guess. Both were known for their sense of curiosity and playful behavior—albeit Gojo's personality came off as a threat to the sliver patience that you hold.

Plus, the seal looked cute.

And Gojo Satoru waasss kinda cute.

〔 next ! 〕

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Day One — k. nanami

unspoken feelings linger between you and Nanami Kento. your bestfriend and your constant. when you remember the time capsule both of you buried years ago, you cling to the possibility that it would help you bind the threads that had already been sewn.

childhoodbestfriend!Nanami x reader. friends to lovers au. fluff. crack. highschool / teen nanami.

Nanami Kento should have noticed that you were up to something when you called— begging him to come visit the old playground around your neighbourhood to hang out with you.

That same playground from your childhood days. The one that witnessed both of you grow up as it slowly faded and chipped away. Withered by time as kids no longer went out to play.

But he didn't. And it shows.

It was late in the afternoon. You sat waiting underneath the swing—the seats too small and the chains already worn with rust. The sun was perched behind a massive cloud. God, how thankful you were for the absence of heat. Leaves swayed sofly, the gentle breeze lulling you to sleep. Almost.

Now here he comes. The blonde boy you had known for nearly your whole life. His hair was neatly brushed to the side, a few strands framing the corner of his face.

He approached silently in a distance. His head hung low, too absorbed with whatever he was watching on his phone. It was cute honestly. Oh, and he bought snacks too.

Thoughtful.

Like he always did and had always been.

“Keep walking like that and you'll end up kissing the ground.” you warned, his attention shifting towards you.

Nanami couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't know if his brain had left him—feeling his mind shutdown at the sight ahead.

There you sat. A tin box cradled in your arms and a shovel right beside you, the cold metal scraping the edge of your shoe, plastering the biggest grin he had ever seen.

“Remember this Kento?” you asked. Your signature sing-song voice laced with excitement.

Surprised? Confused? Nanami wasn't sure of what he felt. Maybe it was both. But he sure as heck remembered what that box was. He didn't mirror your excitement though. In fact, the longer he stared at the box, the more his insides churned nervously.

It was the time capsule you guys made many summers ago. The once vivid cookie box that both of you shared looked like a piece of scrap that archaeologists would proudly dig up.

“So....” you stared at the blonde, inviting him to come sit next to you. He sighed, plopping down on the grass, looking at you rather seriously. “How on earth did you get your hands on this?”

He didn't have to ask. It was obvious from the shovel itself and from your current state. Patches of dirt stained the hem of your skirt, your hair glistening with sweat from all the digging. By now, he had already noticed the fresh hole next to oak tree nearby. Your old treasure trove.

“I dug it up myself. I figured we should at least take one last look at our very own time capsule before we went to college.” you shrugged, giving the box a little shake.

Nanami couldn't help but smile. Until now, you were still the sweet girl who would uphold every promise no matter what. The girl that he rather grew fond of after years of being inseparable together.

The next few minutes were spent rummaging through the contents of the box. It was a miracle that everything was still intact. There were a bunch of items inside. The first of your finds being pokemon cards, charms, candy wrappers,  and photos of younger Nanami and you.

And finally the letters.

The little white envelopes containing your wishes and expectations for your future.

Nanami knew what he wrote inside. Of course he does, or else he wouldn't be such a nervous wreck as you urged him to open his, claiming that it should be fair to see his before he reads yours.

His fingers gently unfolded the smaller parchment containing his wish. His heart's desire. His dreams. Then he paused, looking at you, lips parted as he begins to speak.

“I haven't changed that much Y/N. I may look different now but I'm still that kid who would get excited over bread.” you furrowed your brow, confused at his sudden confession. “And that goes the same for my feelings too.”

He reached for your hand, handing you the letter. His quiet nod a signal for you to open it.

The text was messy and bold. The multicolored crayon marks evident in his little wiggly strokes. “I want to mary Y/N when I grow up” was what he wrote.

Heat rushed across the apples of your cheeks, painting it a visible red. Suddenly the whole world around you felt so small. You could feel Nanami's gaze on you. It was suffocating.

“Ken, you like me?” You turned, eyes meeting his. You wore a shocked expression, mouth agape, a look that Nanami sincerely thought was adorable.

“I do.”

Then you smiled. Cheerful. Warm. Contagious. Like a beam of sunlight enough to send him over the moon.

“If you read my letter first, you'd know that I like you too.”

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model!Satoru who was scouted by an employee of a renowed modeling agency when he was seventeen during one of his  frequent trips to the mall. Intrigued and amused, he signed with them in less than a month after a seemingly thoughtful consideration. Boy he knew that he was hot shit, but it never occurred to him that he was somehow model worthy.

model!Satoru whose success was already determined the moment he walked on his first runway show. He was a natural. A head-turner. One that had the audience whispering in hushed gasps, eyes trailing his figure the longer he strides.

model!Satoru who had the internet on an uproar. Questions of curiosity stormed across social media at the rise of a new face in the industry. Imagine the look on people's faces when they found out that he came from a wealthy and influential family after someone dug up his background. Surprise!

model!Satoru who just laughs at the comments of him being a ''product of nepotism''. Sure his family had money and power—that he won't deny. But for once, he did something for himself without any that. The scout for sure approached him because of his looks and not because she knew him...well, at least that's what he tells himself.

model!Satoru who finally reached the top after years of him pouring his best. He basked in flashing lights from one photoshoot to another, walked in numerous runways, and collaborated with luxury brands. What more could he possibly ask for?

model!Satoru who meets you, a stylist from another brand that he was working with. He thought you were sweet, unlike the snarky ones he previously encountered. He liked the way you spoke to him and how you handled things so gracefully with ease. You actually listened to his opinions and entertained his jokes which was refreshing for him to see.

model!Satoru who gets closer to you after he became the brand ambassador. People praised him for being perfect as the face of the brand. And the person behind that? You. During events where the press would ask him about his look, he'd always mention you and how talented you are with a lazy smirk tugging his lips.

model!Satoru who loves getting dressed by you. Whatever clothes you pick up for him he's wearing it like skin. Sometimes he'd even let you put makeup on him on normal days where you guys would just hang out to drink coffee and chat.

model!Satoru was so certain that you put a spell on him. I mean, how else could he be charmed by you? He's been with other models before, but no one ever compared to you. He's always stuck to your side, almost like your presence was his lifeline. He's pretty sure that you had him wrapped around your finger, though he would never admit that.

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Genuinely, how tf do u use 💊 and weed tho? I be reading all these aus in here like i actually know how to do that shit

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I need some jjk angst

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OHMYGA2DD NEVER IN MY LIFE DID I THINK I'D SEE BUZZCUT SUKUNA

sukunananana

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meow mao doing apothecary duties after og mao mao gets kidnapped again

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me when i accept

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BRAZILIAN SUKUNA YOOO w a soccer team shirt!

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Everyday i slept in the comfort of my bed waiting for the sands inside the hourglass to fall in a haste (I need new episodes of the apothecary diaries fast)