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Yes I want to write my story but my story doesn't want to be written so what the fuck am I supposed to do about that huh?

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how the crap do you write a book?

me, who has already written one.

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inside out 2 if it was filmed inside my brain

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inuokko taking up my brain space once again

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i love this ship so much (they bring me immense emotional pain)

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passenger princess? No, I’m the passenger knight. I’ve sworn an oath of homoerotic loyalty to the driver and will protect them until my last breath. I will carry out her road rage. I’m why the front passenger seat is called shotgun

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One of Toge’s earliest memories of touch was when someone stabbed a needle through his cheek. They thought if they pierced the seal “right on the bullseye” then maybe his cursed speech would fail to develop properly. At the very least, maybe damaging the seals would weaken it.

It didn’t work. … Yuuta helps Toge accept himself, one step at a time.

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happy pride to whatever tf these two have between them 🔥🔥🔥

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kaoru "back off needy gorilla, you're smothering me" sakurayashiki and kojiro "i can talk to you whenever i want" nanjo

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Cherry calling Joe’s body “a flesh rock mountain” and “pure bronzed muscle” and then quickly being like “oh, but I hate him though. Gorilla man.” and it’s like “oh yeah, okay. Okay. I see how it is.”

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oh, my comfort characters are either

“omgs please let me adopt you”

or

“omgs please adopt me”

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Soulmatism is when you are both batshit insane 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍

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guys… smut about MINORS is not okay. yes im looking at you jjk fans…

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How do I explain to my therapist that my coping mechanism is reading stories that people wrote on the internet about non canon anime relationships?

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Mr.Sandman

OKAYY this is a bit different cause this isn't a x reader ficcc >.<

Im a little nervous cause I can't tell if i like it or nottt but i hope you guys enjoyyy, its a itafushi fic cause i love them and they deserved sm better :(( ALSO if you don't ship it/don't like them i dont wanna hear about it, just scroll and keep it pushing pls and thank you <3

cw: probably slightly ooc, talk of death and major injuries.

word count: 896 (very short and sweet)

After Itadori had his heart ripped out infront of Fushiguro, things had changed between the two of them. Before, it was something simmering below the surface. They had only just met so no one really could put a name to the undeniable tension that flared whenever they sat just a bit too close and their thighs brushed together, or when their eyes held eachothers for just a smidge too long. 

But now? Now it was a whole other beast, almost as real as Fushiguro’s shinigami. He had this itch that he never seemed to be able to scratch by himself, unless (of course) he was with Itadori. 

He hated the deep rooted clinginess he always tried to push away, the abandonments of his past crawling up his throat and forcing his body to seek out those close to him. To feel their physical warmth, to know without a shadow of a doubt that they were here in this moment, and they weren’t going anywhere. 

Usually, Fushiguro had no problems keeping this annoying itch under wraps. He was sated with his unknown midnight strolls around the campus, making sure Itadori and Kugisaki were asleep soundly in their beds. That all the second years had made it back from their respective missions, from a reputable distance. He had a reputation to uphold, he couldn’t let them know about the nights he spent up worrying that one day they just simply wouldn’t come back. 

But after Itadori, after watching the blood pool around his ever cooling body. Watching the light leave his eyes and his skin turn sickly in color. He couldn’t stomach even the thought of being any further from him than what he was right now. 

Itadori being, well, Itadori. He took it in stride, always playing into Fushiguro’s odd stares and incessant texting. Itadori never got angry or annoyed, just smiled brightly at him and told him he was okay, or that he was coming back soon or he wasn’t going anywhere. Any phrase that could calm the itching that had only intensified. 

It shouldn’t have surprised him that he would end up in this predicament, Itadori snoring soundly beside him as he laid his head in his chest. Hearing the calming pulse of his heart beneath his ear, it soothed the need deep with him. 

Alive. Alive. Alive. 

With each beat his brain repeated the word over and over again. He knew he was alive, he was right here beside him. He felt the slow breaths, heard the small snores leaving his mouth. So why? Why was sleep still evading him, why was he still unable to close his eyes without being plagued by lifeless eyes and all too cold hands. 

Instinctually, Fushiguro squeezed Itadori’s hand. Wanting the reassuring weight to just be enough so he could stop annoying himself and go the fuck to sleep. He felt the stirring beside him and froze, willing him to just turn over and go back to sleep. But nothing seems to go Fushiguro’s way tonight because soon he was faced with honey colored eyes, still glossed over with sleep. 

“You ‘kay?” He mumbled, reaching his free hand to rub at his eyes, the sleep heavy in his throat as the words seemed to grate past his lips. Fushiguro could only nod dumbly, the guilt of waking him slowly over coming all of the thoughts that he didn’t really have time to process right now. 

Itadori wordlessly leans forward, pressing his forehead against his own. 

“I’m right here, not going anywhere, alright?” His voice was warm and still scratchy with sleep. But Fushiguro felt the wave of calm wash over him at the reassurance. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered out, the guilt still sitting deep within him. He had never been one to be so clingy, so physically affectionate. This all felt so out of character for him. He felt… weak. Something he had never allowed himself before, not after his father abandoned him and almost sold him off, and certainly not after his sister feel sick into a coma. 

The strength was something he clinged to, too keep him sane. If he let it all in, who would be the one to piece him back together? Who would be there to watch him slowly relearn how to be himself again? 

“Fushiguro.” The voice sounded a lot more awake than it did a few seconds ago, and only then did he realize the wetness on his face. He felt the calloused hands reach up from where they were smushed between them. Felt the thumb slowly wipe away the tears, 

“I’ll never leave you again.” 

The words settled deep within his soul, freed something locked in his chest. And for what felt like the first time in a long time, Fushiguro smiled. It was soft, and small. Blink and he would have missed it. But it was there, and thats all that mattered to him. 

“I know.” The response was tiny, meek. And the syllables were filled with an exhaustion he knew all too well. He returned the soft smile as he watched Fushiguro’s eyelids flutter shut and finally felt his breaths even out. His chest rising and falling softly. 

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snuggled in close. Pressing cracked lips to the others forehead and closed his eyes too. 

Hoping to meet him somewhere in his dreams.

authors note: i hope you guys enjoyyyy :)) thank you all for all the love you guys have been showing my previous posts it means alot to me!! and its given me such motivation to write, so i really appreciate you all <33 and as always reblogs and comments are appreciated :))