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good night kisses | 𝕪𝕦𝕦𝕥𝕒

summary: yuuta is a firm believer in never going to bed angry.

a.n: none. yuuta is such a sweetheart tho. i love him. yuuta best boy.

:)

yuuta is the type to make sure he kisses you good night every night.

when you are both angry with each other, he will respect your desire for space but will make sure to kiss you on the forehead or the cheek with a soft, ''goodnight my love" before he goes to another room or the couch to sleep. that always manages to break you because you realise this kind hearted man only ever wants the best for you, even when you're upset with him.

after an hour of tossing and turning, you shuffle into the living room and climb in next to him, nestling between his body and the back of the couch, your cheek pressed to his chest. yuuta doesn’t say anything because he knows why you’re there, he just wraps an arm around you and pulls you close.

you focus on the quietude of the dark room and the softness of his old t-shirt, something given to him during his time at tokyo jujutsu high. it smells comforting, like fresh, warm laundry and faintly of his shampoo. it smells of yuuta, just of his essence, just of him. the only sound that fills the room is quiet in and out of your breaths and the soft beating of his heart as sleep seeps into the shared space.

you begin to feel bad, you got into an argument with him over the fact that he forgot to call you during the day today when you knew that he was probably too busy literally making sure he stays alive, to pick up the phone. when you knew that he was so tired tonight and that all he wanted to do was to come home to you, lie down and sleep.

“yuuta?” you shyly say into his shirt

“yes love?” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

“i'm sorry” you quietly lament.

“nothing to be sorry for.” he whispers, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. his breaths come out in short little bursts as he fights the sleep. he knows you feel bad but he isn’t upset with you. he understands that with his line of work, not hearing from him can mean something devastating. so he understands that it was your fear getting the best of you, he just never wants to go to bed with anger between the two of you.

you, on the other hand feel your chest tighten with love for him. you wonder what you did to end up with someone so empathetic and understanding of you. you nuzzle into him some more, trying to get closer to him than you already are, just for a moment. looking up at him, you gently kiss his jaw, “hey yuuta?”

a soft chuckle leaves his lips as he gives you a squeeze before he turns around and gets up from the couch.

you’re looking at him quizzically when he turns to you, and sleepily asks you, “babe can we go to bed?” with a soft smile you nod with understanding and grab his outstretched hand, letting him pull you from the couch. yuuta positions you in front of him and drapes his long body over your shoulders like a scarf. he nestles his chin into the crook of your neck and wraps both his arms around your waist as you both slowly shuffle back towards the bedroom, your hand coming up to ruffle his hair a little.

you feel so loved by yuuta, so lucky to have someone that is so perceptive to your needs that you don't even have to voice them. “yeah lets go to bed.” you gently say as you enter your bedroom, yuuta quietly closing the door behind both of you, happy to fall asleep in his bed with you in his arms.

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doing that tik tok trend with yuuta where your bf ranks how mad he would be if another man touched you in different ways from 1 to 10 pls omg how do you think he’ll be

NO ONE LAUGH AT MY SCREENSHOTS OK I WANTED AUTHENTICITY !!!! also i love this idea <3

ok here's each hug from the trend and how yuuta would react:

"CATCHER HUG? who needs to be holding you like that?"

you giggle at the reflection of yuuta's wide eyes as he stares at the photo attached to his forehead from the tiktok filter.

"sometimes panda lifts me up when we hug!" you vouch for your friend, but yuuta's perplexed face doesn't change. he hits 8 on the screen to move on to the next filter.

"can't believe panda is trying to swoop in on my girl like that" he mutters as he waits for the filter to land on the next option.

yuuta's mouth is gaping wide before any sound comes out- although it's obvious that he'll rank this one low.

"CUDDLE?" his voice raises an octave from the offense he's taken by this hypothetical ranking game. you're absolutely losing it in a fit of laughter. "no one should be cuddling my girlfriend!" his thumb hits the 10 with an audible thwap to the screen. "ridiculous. cuddle my girlfriend and catch rika's hands" he mutters.

"oh, this is good!" all irritation washes away as yuuta beams at self hug. "love yourself baby, i do" he punctuates with a kiss to the crown of your head, unsurprisingly making this one number 1.

"no," his brows furrow again. "that's too intimate. absolutely not. nope" he hits 7.

"seven though?" you're curious why it's not lower.

"this game feels like a trap. i feel like there are worse things"

his expression flickers when side hug comes up next. concern, then understanding, then concern again. clearly he's searching through the context of what could warrant someone giving you a sidehug, it's just a matter of who. you find his undertainty to be funny, apparently.

"yuuta, we all hug each other like this. toge side hugged me just yesterday after a mission"

"yeah..." he trails off, before huffing and deciding on 4. "still not a fan. it's still touchy"

you cackle out a laugh.

"they're all touching!" you remind him, but he ignores you as the filter spins again.

"this is fine i guess" yuuta tilts his head from side to side before selecting 3. "self hug is still better"

"i don't think i realized how possessive you were till now" you say.

"i could be worse"

"WHAT THE HELL? absolutely not!" yuuta's fast to put waist hug second to last at option 9. "hip grinding hug more like it. nuh uh. that's cheating right there"

he doesn't understand why you laugh so much at the adulterous hug option, but he's already waiting for the next round.

"this... this is fine," he sighs, making it the second option rather quickly. "it's got to be under three seconds though" he adds as an after thought.

"three seconds?"

"are you sad? why does someone else need to hug you if you're sad?"

"what if you're not around?" you ask.

"then you call me??" yuuta's sass has reached new peaks with this filter game. "easy answer, dumb question" he selects 5.

"NO!" yuuta shouts. "that's too close to my girlfriend! and you're hurting her! look babe you can't even breathe," he gestures to the phone with annoyance, shaking his head and huffing some more as he selects 6. "if i could put this lower babe, i would"

"i believe you, honey"

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a short drabble - juuuuust thinking about falling in love with yuuta.. :')) nsf(w) ment, yuuta pining, honeymoon phase to love love wc: ~500!

yuuta really was the perfect boyfriend.

not that this should have come as a shock to you - he was doting on you even back when you were just friends. ever the gentleman, yuuta would walk you to and from class every day, making sure you were safe and comfortable every step of the way.

"are you okay? are you cold? do you need to borrow my jacket? o-oh, your hands are f-freezing... here, let me warm them up for you."

you tried to relieve him of this obligation every once and a while, not wanting him to worry for you so much. but every time, he'd simply wave off your concerns by saying how it really was no trouble, your dorm was on his route anyways. (it wasn't. he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you.)

when you think about it now, you feel so silly for ever doubting if he liked you back then. even before you agreed to go out with him, yuuta was already treating you like a lover.

his one and only.

at first, the love you shared with yuuta was light, airy, refreshing. somewhere between a schoolgirl crush and budding affection. the more you opened up to him, the more you felt... well, giddy! like a swarm of butterflies was erupting in your chest, leaving you weightless. his love was threatening to sweep you off your feet, and you were ready to close your eyes and enjoy the fall.

and fall you did. as weeks turned to months, you and yuuta stayed together, growing closer, more intertwined, by the day. the bond you shared still felt effortless, but somewhere along the way there was a meaningful change. maybe it happened when you met his friends for the first time, when despite all the clamor around you two, he kept his hand rested on your knee the whole night. like you were the single most important thing in the room to him.

maybe it happened during one of the lazy mornings you spent together, grabbing breakfast from the corner café or cuddling on the couch. you could see the way the hazy sunlight grazed his face, as if even it was afraid to mar something so perfect.

or maybe it happened during one of the nights nights you spent with him, intimately. after you were left spent and satisfied, lazily tracing constellations on his bare skin to map out every inch of his body. when he thought you had fallen asleep, he whispered such sweet words full of so much heart and longing that you ached.

you weren't exactly sure when things changed, truthfully. when the love you felt for him morphed from something whimsical and enchanting to something heady, intoxicating, all-consuming. no longer light, but almost painfully weighty now, reminding you of its presence with every breath you took. you knew now that a life without yuuta wasn't one you wanted. sometimes, it was just unbearable to be so in love with another person, no matter how easy it was to fall for them.

a heart's a heavy burden, after all.

but for yuuta, you'd carry it again and again.

© shookuna ! (peep the ghibli mention teehee)

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-Describe Yuuta in one word:

-MINE

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . . (𝒪𝒦𝒦𝒪𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒴𝒰𝒰𝒯𝒜)

okkotsu yūta x f!reader ﾉ sfw content. ﾉ sfw + comfort ﾉ established relationship ﾉ reader is suffering ﾉ crying ﾉ mentions of inadequacy and self-doubt ﾉ does not exactly specify the reason for reader's sadness ﾉ not proofread ! ς꒰ ´‌ ତ ˋ‌ς ꒱ა

hallo m' lovelies 🥺 a littl self indulgent piece never hurt anyone, did it ? its been a . . while since 've written, 'n here 'n there 've been posting fics, then immediately deleting them due to them simply nooott being enjoyable 2 read as i was doing so whilst in da misdt of m' burnout . . but 'm feeling more motivated now . dis isnt a definite " 'm gonna b writing as often as before " but it is definetley a comeback ! art credits go 2 @/sso_s__ on twitter ! ♡ + ↻ are rllie appreciated ! !

The stinging in your eyes was hard to ignore, a hot, searing pain that threatened to overtake your entire body. The tears were coming faster now, streaming down your cheeks in an endless torrent. You tried desperately to stem the flow, to keep the emotion at bay, but it was no use. The sobs tore through you, shaking your frame and causing your body tremble uncontrollably. You were helpless to stop it, powerless to control the pain. It was all you could do to stay upright, to not collapse into a heap on the floor. The sound of your ragged breathing was deafening in the otherwise silent room, the harsh gasps echoing through the empty space, bouncing off the walls and reverberating through your skull. The ache in your chest was growing worse, the pain radiating outward and spreading throughout your limbs, making them feel heavy and numb. Your hands were clenched into fists, nails digging into the flesh of your palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. It felt impossible to pull yourself out of the downward spiral, to stop the freefall, to regain control.

A sharp knock sounded from the door, followed by the muffled sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. You didn't respond, couldn't bring yourself to. Words refused to budge past the lump in your throat, lodged there like a heavy stone. A wave of shame washed over you, a burning heat rising to your cheeks, making the tears even harder to bear. There was no hiding your anguish, no denying the pain. Your sorrow was written plainly on your face, etched into every line, carved into every inch of your being. But you loathed to be seen in such a state, hated the idea of someone witnessing your distress. And yet, despite the turmoil raging within, the thought of being left alone was somehow even worse. A moment later, the door swung open, and your beloved stepped into the room.

The sight of his face was enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes, to cause the pain in your chest to swell. He crossed the space between you in a few quick strides, concern evident in his gaze. He wasted no time in gathering you in his arms, pulling you close and pressing his plush lips to your forehead, his mouth forming a gentle, comforting shape. You clutched onto him desperately, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, your head resting on his chest, your ear desperately searching for the sound of his heart. The steady beat was a welcome sound, a calming sensation, and you focused on the rhythmic thumping, using the soothing cadence to help ground yourself. As you breathed in his familiar scent, the soft smell of cologne mixed with something uniquely his, your nerves began to settle, the ache in your chest lessening. Your tears slowed, the sobs quieting, the torrent fading into a trickle. It was then that he spoke, his voice low and gentle, the words coming out in a soft, hushed whisper.

"What's wrong..? What's making my angel so upset..? What has you so worried, love?"

The questions were simple, but they held a weight that made your heart feel as if it was going to shatter. You weren't sure how to answer, how to put into words the multitude of emotions you were experiencing. How could you possibly convey the pain, the sadness, the sense of helplessness? How could you explain the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy, the self-doubt, the fear? How could you make him understand the depths of despair you'd been sinking into, the dark places your mind had been travelling to? There were no words for the storm raging within, no way to encapsulate the tempest of emotions you were experiencing. And so, you said nothing, remaining silent and still, hoping he could somehow read the truth in your eyes. For a long moment, he was quiet, his expression pensive, his brow furrowed in thought. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again.

"Whatever it is… you don't have to deal with it alone.." He begand, his fingers gently taking your hand and placing it directly over his heart. "You shouldn't have to shoulder the burden on your own.. a problem shared is a problem halved.. right..?" Yuuta's lips curled up in a small, reassuring smile, his eyes meeting yours. "Besides.. I love you.. more than anything in the world.. I would do anything to ease your pain.." His voice was steady and sure, the words spoken without hesitation, the conviction in his tone palpable. The declaration filled you with a warmth that banished the last vestiges of sorrow, your heart fluttering, a sense of hope and calm washing over you. In that moment, it seemed as if the darkness was being driven away, the shadows chased from the corners, the light returning. You were overcome with a rush of affection, a surge of love so intense it brought you to tears once more. This time, however, the tears were born of joy, not sorrow, a sweet salty taste filling your mouth. The ache in your chest was gone, the pain erased, replaced by a feeling of contentment, a deep, profound sense of relief.

"You and I.. we're a team, princess. I'm always here for you.. whatever you need.. whenever you need it.. no matter the hour, no matter the reason.." His words rang true, his meaning clear. No matter the situation, no matter the obstacle, you were not alone. You were never alone. He was here, and he would always be here, a constant presence, a pillar of strength and support. He was your lighthouse in the storm, a guiding star in the darkness. And for that, you would be forever grateful. You were not sure what you had done to deserve such unconditional love, such unending devotion, but you were immensely grateful for it. For him. For his kindness, his generosity, his compassion. He was truly one of a kind, a treasure, a blessing. "Maybe the world has been too harsh on you, and maybe the things you've seen and heard and experienced have left you feeling hopeless.. and scared.. and angry.." His hands came up to cradle your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the wet trails, the salty residue, the dampness clinging to your cheeks. "But I can assure you, from the bottom of my heart, that things will get better.. I promise."

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you believed it.

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Ways to hug your lover

A warm hug and a goodbye kiss you both give to each other when leaving the house in the morning.

When he is sitting on the couch, reading a book you recommended or watching his favorite films on TV, you will crawl onto his lap, snuggling with him, only to meet his fond gazes and receive a gentle pat on your head.

On a relaxing Saturday night, you both lie comfortably on the bed, legs tangled together. You will talk to him about everything or nothing, just enjoy being with him. And vice versa, he will ramble about his day while playing with your hair or just hold you close to him, drowning in your essence.

When you’re sleeping, he will always try to find a way to get closer to you than he is, like tightening the hold on your waist, burying his head deeper into the crook of your neck, and never leaving your hands.

Yuta is a light sleeper, so if you wake up and go out of bed to go to the bathroom or drink water during the night, when you return, you’ll see him already awake, pouting because you’ve left him alone, and once you place yourself on the mattress, he’ll hug you incredibly tight.

When you come home exhausted from the long day, he’ll pepper your face with kisses while slowly guiding you to your shared room, where he has prepared an appetizing meal.

Or when he’s running out of energy from harsh missions, you’ll gently stroke his back back and forth and murmur sweet nothing to his ears, praising him for always trying to protect other people, giving him the comfort he deserves.

You love every chance to touch Yuta, but the hugs you give him when he leaves for abroad missions are always your distaste. The hugs that neither you nor he wants to release, you both pull your lover slightly only to strengthen the hold on each other.

And when he comes back after months, you’ll find him standing in the middle of the crowd, outstretching his arms for you to jump right into his embrace. All you can feel is his unique fragrance, his soft voice, his fast heartbeat, everything about him that you’ve dreamed of, have craved for.

About Yuta? What can make him happier than hugging his angle after months of distancing? It’s like he’s holding a piece of heaven and you’re right in his arms, he would never get enough of your tender yet firm embrace, your sweet-like honey giggles, your passionate kisses, he would never get enough of you, all of you.

On a winter day, you’ll sit restfully in his lap while he covers both of you in a warm, cozy blanket, you two spend time doing whatever you like.

Or on a peaceful morning, your room is filled with a warm, golden glow of sunlight, you cling onto Yuta and groan “Five more minutes” when he tries to wake you up. He then only sighs and lets you sleep for “five minutes” the nth time, fondly stroking your hair and pressing pecks to your forehead.

He always knows when you’re upset, frustrated, or silently crying. At that time, he’ll hold you close to his chest, kissing away your tears, giving you constant reassurance that he’ll be here with you forever, helping you overcome your sadness.

This is my daydream about some intimate moments shared with Yuta, my remedy for the tragedy from recent chapters. Yuta my beloved, you deserve all the best 😭😭😭

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Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

I’ll always take care of you

You always make sure to leave your door open just a crack and a light on for when Yuuta arrives back home.

₊˚⊹✿ SFW, Comfort and fluff

₊˚⊹✿ Word Count: 616

₊˚⊹✿ Author’s note: Some brief respite and comfort :’) @yutaleks I wrote this thinking of u, my liege in yuuta nation…. I am so sad

The comfort of the covers dulls your senses, the heaviness of sleep drawing you further into the soft mattress. The room is shrouded in darkness, with only a hint of moonlight seeping through the curtains. You drift in and out of slumber until a soft creak from your bedroom door gently tugs you back from the brink of sleep, awakening you in the present moment.

A familiar silhouette stands in the doorway, and even in the dim light, you can recognize Yuuta. Oh, your lovely, darling, Yuuta. His black hair is tousled, and his usually bright blue eyes are shadowed with even somehow heavier eye bags. His usually broad and strong shoulders are slumped, and his stride is hesitant. You can feel his worry before he even speaks. Instinctively, you sit up, your heart aching at the sight of him so troubled.

“Yuuta?” Your voice is soft, a whisper in the silence of the night. He looks up, eyes meeting yours, and the vulnerability in his gaze tugs at every crack and fissure of your heart.

He steps forward, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. You open your arms, an unspoken invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate. Yuuta crosses the room in a few quick strides, and then he’s in your arms, sinking into your embrace like a man starved for solace.

You pull him close, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissolve. Your fingers find their way into the midnight of his hair, brushing through the soft strands in a soothing rhythm. He sighs, a long exhale that seems to release some of the weight he’s been carrying.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, your voice a balm against his worries. “I’m here.”

Yuuta presses closer, burying his tired face in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the slight tremble in his frame as he lets go of the last remnants of his unease. Your other hand rubs gentle circles on his back, as if every touch could melt and wash away his grief.

For a long moment, the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared warmth and unspoken understanding. The rhythm of your breaths syncs, you heart his heart beat and you are so happy to be his home.

Yuuta finally pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His expression is softer now, the lines of worry smoothed away by your touch. His blue eyes are clear, though still shadowed by the telltale signs of exhaustion. He reaches up, tracing a finger along your jawline, a tender gesture that makes your heart swell. You love him so very much.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. “I needed this.”

You lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Always,” you reply, your lips brushing against his skin. “I’m always here for you.”

He smiles, a small but genuine curve of his lips, and it feels like the room gets a little brighter. You guide him down beside you, tucking him under the covers and wrapping him in the warmth of your embrace. His head rests on your chest, and you continue to run your fingers through his hair, each stroke a promise of your devotion.

As sleep begins to claim you both once more, you feel Yuuta relax completely, his breathing steady and calm. In the quiet of the night, with your lover held close, you find a sense of peace that makes everything else fade away. The worries of the world can wait until morning; for now, all that matters is this moment.

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If this pops up while you’re scrolling, I wish you unconditional love and massive success.

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“I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.” ― Rumi

No, I choose to love you in reality

I choose to tell you about my love,

I choose to say “I love you”, so at least I can have a chance to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you in reality.

Just imagine Yuta wrote a letter like this to confess to me 🥺

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I have this idea stuck in my head all day, like

Imagine you and Yuta spent your day off in an amusement park, you both tried so many games and had so much fun. 

You decided to play roller coaster first and scream like there's no life tomorrow.

Then, Yuta sheepishly asked if you could wear a matching headband with bunny ears, of course you said yes without thinking ( omg image Yuta wears a headband like that ahhhhh so cute ).

Both of you spent the next few hours discovering haunted houses ( a little boring because you meet and exorcise curses every day ), having a transport ride ( holding his hands while watching the beautiful scenery is awesome ), going on a Ferris wheel ( what is better than kissing your beloved at the top of a Ferris wheel at sunset ? ), taking thousands of photos in a photo booth ( you definitely will hang them all over your room tomorrow )

You were very tired after a long day, so Yuta insisted you rest on a bench while he went to buy some drinks and food.

And you waited there, watching people pass by, gazing at the sky painted in hues of orange and pink, replaying all the happy moments you had today again and again in your head.

Only when you realized Yuta had gone a little too long, “maybe the restaurant was too crowded ? or maybe he got lost ?” You asked yourself and started finding him.

A few minutes later, you saw him…standing with a girl, seems like she was talking about something. Well, you trust Yuta, and you know he would never betray you, never. And the way that girl trying to show her boobs is really annoying, obviously she is flirting with him.

So you walk faster to reach there as soon as possible and take him away from this mess. When they are only a few meters away, you hear the girl saying “But I don’t see your girlfriend anywhere“ with a voice that makes you cringe.

“That’s it” You feel your blood rushing to your face, “I will make her regret doing such a thing”.

Suddenly, Yuta raises his hand, showing the ring on his ring finger and starts talking nonstop

“Do you see the ring on my finger? I have worn it for years and NEVER taken it off, but it still shines brightly like the first day I wore it. Do you know why? Because it is made of our LOVE for each other. Well, if you ever meet my LOVER, you will know why I always fall in love with her over and over again. I LOVE her sparkling eyes which are always full of love and affection for me, LOVE her sweaty voice when she murmurs she loves me, LOVE the shiny smile she shows whenever she meets me. Oh and I LOVE the way she hugs me so tight, the way she holds my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine, the way she kisses me so passionately. And of course, I LOVE her for her PERSONALITY, she would NEVER tell someone to cheat on their partners. I really want you to meet her so you know how perfect a person can be, but seeing such a person like you will ruin…”

“Yuta.”

“Oh baby, what are you doing here? Ah, sorry for making you wait…”

You cut him off by giving him a peck on his lips right in front of that girl.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry” You slowly reach his hand, pulling him slightly

“Okay, honey, let’s go” he smiles gently, holding your hand tighter and you both walk away, don’t even give a glance to the girl.

“I love you, Yuta”

“I love you too, y/n”

English isn't my first language, so please be nice with grammar mistakes and odd vocabulary, you can point out my mistakes and I will fix them as soon as possible

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https://www.tiktok.com/@qsjdee/video/7318043342531497249

Help, I have been stuck in this video for hours 😭😭😭

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Because I love you

Warning: yandere Yuuta, toxic relationship, manipulation, murder, obsession, confinement, yandere themes.

When he confessed to you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and an endearing bracelet on your birthday, he said he did this because he loved you at first sight.

When he hesitantly asked you if he could kiss you, and then gave you the sweetest kiss ever, he said he did this because he loved you.

When he squeezed your hands tightly, intertwining his fingers with yours to make sure you didn’t get lost in the crowd, he said he did this because he loved you.

When he gave you his jacket the second he noticed you were shivering, he said he did this because he loved you.

When he bought you flowers every day and gave you special gifts occasionally, he said he did this because he loved you.

When he remembered all your orders at your favorite cafe, and also cooked for you three times a day, seven days a week, he said he did this because he loved you.

When he pouted since you talked to some random guys or the male waiters, although it was just social conversation, he would always get jealous, then he said he felt this because he loved you.

When he asked who you were going with whenever you went outside, and sometimes forced you to stay at home instead of hanging out with your friends, he said he did this because he loved you.

When he wanted you to send him pictures of what you were doing every hour, every second, installing a GPS app on your phone so he could always know your location, he said that he did this because he loved you.

When he followed you everywhere you went, always being by your side, he said he did this because he loved you and didn’t want you to be in danger.

When he deleted all the contacts and social apps on your phone, he said that he did this because he loved you and he was the only person you needed.

When he went out in the middle of the night to kill nameless people who have talked to you, touched you, saw you, he said that he did this because he loved you.

When he confined you in a pretty cage at his home, so you could always stay close to him, always be at his side, always be his, and forever his, he said he did this because he loved you. 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You have known all of this was wrong. But the way he loved you was just so right. So you let him do whatever he wanted to you. Your mind, your body, your soul belong to him. All of you belong to him. You are his, forever.

And you said you did this because you loved him.

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Is anybody here as obsessed with his eyes as I am? The way he looks the world through those dead eyes 😩

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Bf Yuuta Okkotsu headcanons

He definitely is the perfect boyfriend.

Calls you with the sweetest pet name and softest tone: honey, babe, darling, my love, angel….

Whenever he sees you, his eyes always sparkle, full of love and affection.

Likes peppering kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, knuckles, neck….on every part of your body.

He’s a clingy person, always find a way to be close to you

If you’re in public, he’ll hold your hand, intertwine his fingers with yours and squeeze them tightly

And if he sees someone looking at you, he’ll hug you by grabbing your waist, pulling you closer and staring at that person with dead eyes.

Talking about dead eyes, the dark circles under his eyes just become bigger and bigger as time passes, in spite of all your efforts to make them disappear. But they’re endearing, aren’t they ? 

Anyway back to the clingy part, he finds it better to sleep when he has you on top of him, or when he can spoon you all night. And he somehow can always find a way to kiss your forehead or your cheeks a million times during the night.

He loves cuddling and hugging, really really love. If you’re watching a movie or scrolling your phone thoughtlessly? Sit on his lap so he can hold you tight. If you’re cooking in the kitchen? He will hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and murmur “I love you”. If he or you just come home and are very exhausted? Cuddling will be the best remedy.

The way he holds you is so firm yet so gentle, like you’re the most fragile thing and will break apart if he adds more strength. And he will rub your back back and forth unconsciously, or draw small circles on it, or maybe caress your hair and play with it.

He loves lying on your lap, or on top of you too. He just so obsessed with how soft and warm your body is, and when you play with his hair, massage his scalp, it will lull him to sleep and get the best dream about you and him.

He’ll buy you gifts for no reason, just because he wants you to feel happier and have a better day (every day with him is the best day )

He prefers to take dates in some places like the cafe you both like, the peaceful and quiet movie theater or the aquarium, everywhere that brings comfortable and cozy vibes rather than noisy and hectic places (but if you want to go he’ll go without complain, he just likes to spend time with you, no matter the places)

Oh this boy has the warmest smile ( I love the way he smiles in movie 0, my heart melts every time I watch that scene), and his beaming face will never fail to light up your day, you always find yourself mirroring his emotion whenever he’s grinning at you.

He’ll never raise his voice to you, NEVER. If you two are in an argument, and if anger is going to take the best of you, he’ll hold your hand strongly, tell him to look directly at his eyes. That time you realize just how much affectionate in his gaze every time he puts his eyes on you, then you can be calmer and find a way to resolve the useless strife.

He tells you that he loves you every day, billions of times per day.

When he wakes up in the morning and finds you’re sleeping peacefully in his embrace, the three words “I love you” will slip out of his tongue as naturally as he breathes. At midnight, in his dream, he also quietly murmurs those three words while burying his head in the crook of your neck or bathing in the warmth of your chest, hearing your gentle heartbeat.

OMG I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH OH MY BABY BOY :"((((. I WRITE THIS TO INDULGE MY DAYDREAMS. UGHH I NEED HIM SO BAD

English isn't my first language, so please be nice with all the grammar mistakes and odd vocabulary. You can point out my errors and I will fix them as soon as possible

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[ magnum opus ] okkotsu yuuta

contains: 409 words. characters are aged up, domestic fluff, implied/referenced sex, established relationship

summary: yuuta has finally seen the greatest artwork ever made and it's you, sleeping like an angel in his bed

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yuuta feels like he shouldn't be seeing you like this.

so bare, unguarded, vulnerable, cladded with nothing but his thick blanket. sleeping soundly in the comfort of his bed, hair messy and marks from what you both did last night is still etched in your soft skin.

you look like an artwork, a painting so ethereal that a mere human could never come close, could never replicate. it felt surreal for a moment, that in this very second it was just hallucination, a figment of his fantasies and yet, when you slowly opened your eyes, cracked a sweet smile – he was reminded that this is real, that you're here.

“morning yuu” even the half asleep tone in your voice sends his heart and brain in a frenzy. “yuu?” he should speak, he tries to but he can't, he couldn't choke out the words he wants to tell you. yuuta fears that if he speaks the moment would be ruined, the painting he's ever so lucky to gaze at would be sullied.

“why are you staring at me?” a smile reappeared on your face, gazes locked on each other, until yuuta breaks the silence and finally speaks.

“i’m sorry you just look so pretty I couldn't help but stare” you giggled and yuuta swore it sounded like a chorus of angels, a harmonious sound of harps playing in the distance.

“very pretty” his hand slid from the sheets into the side of your face, you leaned into his touch, staring back at him with those angelic eyes, everything is just perfect, it felt like he became one with the painting he's admiring.

yuuta's thumb caresses your cheek, face inching closer until you could feel his breath fanning into yours. “my pretty girl” he says lovingly, kissing your eyelids, your nose, and a faint press on his lips into your own. “you’re so sappy” you scoot closer to him as he wraps an arm around your waist.

silence once again consumes his bedroom, with you lulling back to sleep with his fingers playing with your hair and his eyes still fixated on you.

this was everything he ever dreamed of ever since the first time he saw you, to lie next to you, to have you, to be with you.

yuuta glances at your face one last time, as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, engraving in his heart and mind the greatest art he had ever seen.

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oh my heart is melting

A VESSEL OF LOVE.

≡ y.okkotsu x reader

↳ If there was one thing about Yuuta Okkotsu that you can pinpoint as his major flaw — a lack that could ever so make him more perfect… what would that be?

tw/cw: fluff. reader called: angel. just yuuta being the goodest boy to ever exist 

✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( :

In the eyes of the world, Yuuta Okkotsu is deemed as a rather dull man. Some may even refer to him as boring, or a tad bit awkward, while many would just unapologetically judge him as weird or maybe even call him different as they described him with a sympathetic smile.

He wasn’t vibrant nor half as enthusiastic as his friends.

Nor was he fiery in his spirit like some of his kohai’s.

He would rather play the supportive role than be the leader.

Opting to stay in for something more relaxing and quiet, rather than going out and exploring the world.

He’s conservative in his actions but was always honest with how he felt.

Yuuta Okkotsu was kind.

If asked, ‘Yuuta what should we get for lunch?’ without thought, without hesitance, and without fault, his first response would be “anything you’re feeling�� or “anything you like, how about,” as he proceeded to name your favorite foods with the purest smile on his face, meaning every word and wanting the sole best for you.

Frustrating? Can be.

Lacks effort? Never.

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Across the Universe

The JJK characters in various alternate universes!

INCLUDED - Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Hiromi Higuruma, Ino Takuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Inumaki Toge, Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!TATTOO ARTIST GOJO is such a smug bastard — pearly skin adorned with intricate inked designs that each house their own specialized meaning and sparkling aquamarine eyes that search for you every time that the tiny shop bell dings. If it is you dropping by with a bag of his favorite takeout, he’ll momentarily pause with his client to lovingly greet you. Sure, it may annoy his client, but when it comes down to you, Satoru would allow cities to burn before his attention was ever pulled away from you.  

!TATTOO ARTIST GOJO is absolutely over the moon when you tell him that he can practice designs on you, offering him your arm or your leg with that smile that he can’t help but press a loving kiss to. He’ll make sure that you’re nice and comfortable before starting; he likely offers you a stress ball or something similar before getting to work. And once the piece is finished, he happily accepts the compliments (and kisses) you give him for doing such a beautiful job. (He also will not say no to the thousand Instagram pictures that you order him to take). 

!BIKER GETO is, quite literally, a doberman wearing a pristine leather jacket. So when you politely text him to pick you up from your girl’s night, he’s already grabbing your helmet and speeding his way from your shared apartment to whatever bar you were at. He tells you to stay put, that he would be there in ten minutes, and that he loved you. The moment that you hear his bike’s engine, you’re moving towards it like a moth to a garden light. He wastes no time in throwing his jacket over your shoulders and wrapping you up in his arms, tucking your face away and pressing comforting kisses against your hairline.  

!BIKER GETO absolutely adores the fact that you want to use his bike as a prop in your Instagram pictures, posing with the vehicle in an outfit that is planned to perfectly match the color of his bike. He doesn’t mind being your photographer at all, praising you and making sure that he gets all of your good angles. He also doesn’t mind helping you pick which ones to post — just as long as you make sure to tag him in them. And as long as you don’t mind him mercilessly attacking any other male in your comments that even dares to compliment you.  

!COWBOY NANAMI is an absolute sucker for the domestic mornings that you both share; he loves waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and occasionally, sausage. (Though he doesn’t like waking up to you not lying beside him, you making him breakfast is a very easy solution.) He loves coming downstairs to see you humming and dancing around the kitchen, wearing one of his button-ups that dwarfs you completely. He just loves how comfortable and in your element you are — you make him so incredibly soft. 

!COWBOY NANAMI is already picking out a ring after you meet his family for the first time … extended cousins and all. The little ones dance around your legs and compliment you in those adorable Southern accents, his aunts and uncles smile fondly at the way that you present yourself and talk about your relationship with him, and his parents are simply overjoyed at the little jewel that their son decided to bring home. His hand wraps comfortably around your waist — and in that smooth Southern accent that melts you into a puddle — he agrees with his parents’ compliments and sneaks in one of his own. 

!DAYCARE WORKER CHOSO doesn’t want to think that he likes you at first. After all, you only ever stopped by his room to check in on the little ones, other than that, you remained in the daycare’s main office working as an assistant to the owner. So then why does his heart flutter every time that you make your routine stop to his room? Why do his cheeks feel warm every time that you talk to him? Why does he never want you to leave every time that your checks are finished? Why doesn’t he ever want you to leave? 

!DAYCARE WORKER CHOSO who can’t help but smile a little wider when he watches you interact with the kids in his rooms on your days off; how you never fail to make sure that each and every child is accounted for and is included. And Choso also doesn’t fail to notice how the children light up when he mentions that you’re stopping by — already asking what toys you were going to bring and what games you were going to play. It warms his heart that they love you just as much as (if not more) than he does. 

!BLUE COLLAR WORKER TOJI who spots you on his lunch break, talking so prettily with your little gaggle of friends. The coffee cup in your hand is decorated with the deep red of your lipstick — it makes him wonder what shade of red it is (and how it would look on his skin). Of course, he can’t talk to you at that moment, but his coworkers make sure that you know that he’s interested in you. And sure, you don’t catch his gaze just yet, but he knows that it’s only a matter of time until you do.  

!BLUE COLLAR WORKER TOJI who all but melts into your arms when he returns home after a particularly long day, savoring the warmth of your arms and burying his face away into your shoulder. Your hands rub up and down the length of his spine, cooing sweet reassurances into his ear and pressing kisses against his temple. He can’t help but smile at the fact that he was being babied, but considering that it was you … who was he to say no?  

!BODYGUARD SUKUNA who, at first, is very cold and distanced from you — considering that it was your father who hired him and gave him the instruction to keep an eye on your every move and make sure that you were properly kept safe. His answers to you are short and clipped, spoken in a tone that is laced with venom. It only drives you further away from him, which both satisfies and frustrates him. He really does love you from the moment your words are directed at him, but because of his current situation, he pushes those feelings deep down and forces himself to forget about them. 

!BODYGUARD SUKUNA who sneaks into your room in the middle of the night, smirking to himself when he enters to see you patiently waiting for him. You smile softly at him as he enters, crawling into his arms once he makes himself comfortable on your bed. Your head tucks comfortably into the crook of his neck, arms winding around his waist with your legs tangling with his own. He tilts his head to rest his cheek against the side of your head, humming against you — savoring the warmth of your embrace and relishing in the chaste kisses that you plant against his neck.  

!PROFESSOR HIGURUMA who is the first member of staff to greet you on campus, standing in the doorframe of your empty classroom with his arms crossed over his chest. You pause what you were doing — which was reviewing your lesson plans — and turn to the mysterious man standing outside of your classroom. He greets you politely, clearing his throat after realizing that he might have been staring at you for a moment too long. You return his greeting, and a comfortable conversation flows between the both of you; it’s mostly him inquiring about your lesson plans.  

!PROFESSOR HIGURUMA who enjoys the nights that you both spend grading together. You sit beside him with your legs propped up on his lap, essays piled high on top of your legs while he quietly scans over the last few tests that he had procrastinated. On the coffee table are your unfinished cups of tea, sugar completely dissolved and milk creating a swirl across the top of the tea. The silence is comfortable, occasionally filled by the sound of a turning page or a hum that rumbles up from the back of his throat.  

!PHOTOGRAPHER INO who adores when you sit beside him to go through the pictures he’s taken on his laptop, offhandedly commenting on how many candid shots he has of you (three folders to be exact). Your chin is resting on the top of his head, eyes trained on the pictures that he tries so hard to click quickly through. His cheeks are burning red, not that you can really see them from your position above him. You want to tease him, but pause at one of the pictures. It’s of you on your latest date, body half-turned to look at him with a bright smile painted onto your face. You think you look terrible, but with the way he gazes at the same picture, you could have hung the moon and stars. 

!PHOTOGRAPHER INO who never misses an opportunity to capture precious moments with his camera. Each date you go on, you can bet that he’s going to be snapping photo after photo to “commemorate the moment.” In reality, you know he’s just gathering pictures of you, but the thought behind it all is so pure-hearted and tooth-rot-tingly sweet. Nine times out of ten, he’ll pick his favorite from the night and frame it, gifting it to you after the night’s over.  

!ROYALTY YUUTA who can feel his heart momentarily stop in his chest the moment that he sees you standing at the top of the palace steps, dress sparkling in the light provided by the ballroom’s grand chandelier. He watches you carefully as you descend the stairs, waving politely to the other patrons who greet you first. The warmth in his chest transfers to his cheeks as you approach him, greeting him with a gentle peck and a smile that has him weak in the knees. He regains himself quickly however, offering you his hand and asking you to dance — an offer that only a fool would decline.  

!ROYALTY YUUTA who is all smiles and giggles when you sneak out of your room to join him in the palace’s darkened hallways. He tugs at your hand as you both sneak past the various guards that are stationed throughout the palace’s second floor. He turns to you with a finger pressed against his lips, smiling in response to your own as he finally sneaks you into the palace’s grand library, where the both of you remain until sunrise and the king and queen go searching for their son and his betrothed. 

!COLLEGE STUDENT TOGE who makes it very known that you are his beautiful, stunning girlfriend. Yes, you’re set as his wallpaper (on both his laptop AND his phone). Yes, he references you in almost every conversation that he has. Yes, he’ll hold your hand in the crowded halls and sit next to you during the class that you both just so happen to share. No, he has no shame in hugging you tightly in public. No, he has no shame in kissing you and emphasizing it with a disgusting “mwah!”.  

!COLLEGE STUDENT TOGE who memorizes your coffee order and, before class every day, surprises you with it along with a small pastry. Does it absolutely ruin his bank account? Sure. But is there anything that could ever compare to your smile and the kiss you lay against his cheek in thanks? Absolutely not. He would gladly run his bank account into the ground if it meant making your Monday mornings just a touch brighter. 

!BARISTA YUUJI who swears up and down that he doesn’t have a favorite regular — besides you that is. He swears that he doesn’t remember your coffee order at all … and yet it’s always waiting on the pickup side of the register when you walk in. He swears that he has no idea who you are … and yet he perks up like an excited dog when the coffee shop’s bell dings at 9:15 every morning. No, he definitely doesn’t have a favorite regular. 

!BARISTA YUUJI who adores when you accompany him during his closing shifts, waiting patiently at your designated table and watching as he finishes up any nightly tasks. He jingles the keys to the shop in your face when he’s finished, already asking you about your day and peppering your face with a flurry of kisses that you can never escape. His fingers lace into yours as he locks up, both of you already setting off down the sidewalk back to your apartment complex.  

!SHELTER VOLUNTEER MEGUMI who promises you before his weekly visit that he won’t bring home another dog — knowing that your apartment was barely large enough to house the two Shepherd pups that he had brought home. He kisses the top of your head and promptly leaves before you’re able to get another word in … and deep down you know that he’s going to return with something. He can’t help it, and when he holds the puppy up to your eyes, you quickly understand why. 

!SHELTER VOLUNTEER MEGUMI who all but melts when he comes home after a long day to see you and your (now) three dogs all curled up on the couch together. The two black-and-white shepherds are laying protectively in front of the couch while the newest little addition lays comfortably across your chest, little puppy snores rumbling in its nose. He has to resist the urge to take an unhealthy amount of pictures of you and the dogs — instead, he decides to silently lower himself to sit down and watch you. He reaches a finger out, stroking it over your cheek and smiling to himself … God, he was so absolutely in love with you.