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☆ CSM characters pining for you

⋆ Aki, Denji, and Kishibe pining for you hard ⋆ INFO... reader's gender isn't clear (I think), mutual pining, not proofread, might be ooc. ⋆ original request

⋆ AKI HAYAKAWA

With Aki pining for you, it was difficult on him. He was more closed off to you than to others. Everything around him reminded him of you—even a small scent that smelled like you would warp his mind into images of you. Everything was about you in his mind, even if he didn’t want it to be like that. He knew that with this line of work, he wouldn’t be here for long, and the same was true for you. So why would he put you or him through that pain? Knowing there's a possibility of that one mission going bad and either of you not returning to each other. He always longed for you and wanted to live a normal life with you—to have you in his arms. Yet he knew that with this stupid and dangerous job, he couldn’t. Although he couldn't distance himself from you, he tried. He tried his best to get away from you to get over his feelings. He couldn't, though; you both were partners, and if either of you started to drift away, you’d come back to each other like strong magnets.

It was evident that you both were strongly pining for each other; it was as clear as day in both of your actions. You both tried so, so, so hard to avoid each other as if you were the bubonic plague. Scared to get close to the point where there was no return, scared that if you got the tiniest bit close, that bond would get ripped from your hands due to some dirty devil.

You both knew there was no way to have each other in this line of work. You knew it, he knew it, and you both hated it. You longed for each other; glares lasting a bit too long, a mind filled with images of each other, and things as reminders of both of you made it so painfully obvious. You could have each other, yet there would be so much pain and suffocating agony with that.

That pain would be added to a hill of past aches, making that hill crumble with the suffrage of each other.

⋆ DENJI

He couldn’t have you, and knowing that hurt him. He was just some “stupid” half-human, half-devil hybrid, and you were an important, high-ranking devil hunter. A hunter is designed to hunt and kill things like him. He wished and longed for you. He wanted you to be his, to be able to kiss you, to be able to talk to you—even the ability to breathe in the same room as you would be some wish bestowed by the gods. He wanted it to be real, not some make-believe juvenile dream of his.

He’d distract himself with stupid little things in an attempt to get over you: taking care of Meowy, doing chores for Aki, hanging out with power, doing missions for Makima—anything that would get his mind away from you, he would do. He didn't mind thinking of you, man; he loved being able to have those sweet-lined reveries of you, yet the only thing that made them displeasing was him knowing that you'd never be his. He wouldn’t be able to recreate his dreams with you.

He could never get over you, though; he knew it. There were no amount of things in this world to make him forget you completely. You had successfully infested his mind. You were like the growing moss on an old brick wall, fungi growing on a log, and weeds growing on a green lawn. You were beautiful yet dangerous. You were something so unique, yet the more you were in Denji's brain, the more you took over. You were becoming the only thing his frontal lobe could think of.

He wished and wished there was some universe that would grant him his biggest wish. The wish of you both being together, he knew it was greedy, but even a universe where you two were at least the best of friends would satisfy him. Maybe in some universe, you two were destined to be together. But that universe wasn’t this one.

If only he knew you thought the same.

⋆ KISHIBE

Kishibe would drink more in an attempt to forget about you if that were even possible. That never worked, though; he knew he couldn’t have you and knew he couldn’t be with you, and that hurt the most. He was desensitized to things like pain due to his line of work, yet why did this specific pain hurt the most? He tried his hardest to push it down as much as possible and try to ignore it, yet that never worked.

Whenever he’s around you, he actually drinks less. He was scared he’d say something he didn't want you to know; it was his first time experiencing something like this. Sure, he might've had his share of flings and dates with others, yet you were just different. You were enchanting, as if you casted a spell on him the first time you worked together as partners years ago. This explained his fear of exposing his deep and raw feelings for you; he didn’t want to scare you off.

Although this attraction to you has lasted for a while since you first got assigned as partners when he was still in his youth, He never acted upon it, and although there were clear hints of you having similar feelings, he was too scared to act on it. Although he was a somewhat emotional individual, he was different when it came to you. He was more emotional, more weak, and more vulnerable. He was also sentimental; little things, scents, and memories would bring a tidal wave of nostalgia over him.

Memories of you both doing partner work when you both were young, killing demons together, and memories of bickering with each other would swarm over his being. Being overjoyed with the joy of those sweet memories—but that joy was short-lived—the feeling of knowing that you were only something he could view, something he could only glance at and not hold grounded him, it made it clear this wasn't some dream that could come to reality.

This was worse than death for him; it was agony.

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"I, uh... posted a pic of you. On my MySpace." Rodrick mumbled, like maybe you wouldn't hear it if he said it quiet enough. He sat in front of his computer on his beat-up desk chair, the glow illuminating his face. You gave him a little grin, crossing the room to stand over his shoulder.

"Lemme see." You demanded, resting your hand affectionately on the top of his head. He looked up at you with a little smile and those eyes ringed with eyeliner, before returning his eyes to the screen to click around a few times.

Your eyes widened in interest when he pulled up the post. It was extremely plain, he "didn't have time" for his blog, though you knew he was kinda terrified what people thought of it, and just didn't want anyone to think he was trying. You knew he definitely was, though, you'd seen the focused way his teeth tugged at his bottom lip when his fingers flew across the keyboard.

It was just a picture of you, one you recognized being from last weekend when you'd been getting ready to go out at his house. You were set up in the bathroom, makeup cluttering every inch of the smooth white countertop and the back of the toilet, too. Hair pulled back so it was out of your way, face intently focused as you put your lashes on. It was a cute pic, even if you weren't all the way ready, you let it slide. You could even see a little sliver of Rodrick in the pic, reflected in the mirror when he'd leaned against the doorframe to take it. You remember turning around and waving him off with a laugh, but he sat with you in the bathroom while you finished your makeup, watching you from the edge of the tub with admiring eyes.

Your eyes caught on the title of the post, which just read "glitter glue drinker" and that made you laugh loudly. A couple of his friends comments only made it worse, one of them reading: "she lookz like it." Rodrick's face was lit up with glee as he watched you laugh, effectively giving your stamp of approval, and he was visibly relieved.

"That's cute." You offered him, leaning down over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, though he kept you there long enough to snag a longer kiss on the lips, and he tasted like a tootsie roll.

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tutoring rodrick heffley proved to be a nightmare.

he slouched in his chair, chewed on his pen, tapped his fingers against the desk like he was drumming his way through hell itself. half the time, he barely pretended to give a single, solitary fuck about his grades.

“this is dumb,” he groaned, tossing his pencil onto the floor with all the grace of a toddler. “i’m never gonna use this.”“fine.” you shrugged, flipping the textbook shut with a dull thump. “have fun repeating junior year.”

he blinked. no “dad lecture”, no “mom bribery”with the promise of a raised allowance—just cold, blunt indifference. it annoyed him. mostly because it actually made him sit up and pay attention.

somewhere between the eye rolls and the half-assed equations, rodrick started looking forward to your sessions. not the work, obviously—that still sucked—but the way you looked at him when he finally got something right. you weren’t expecting much, but when he managed to pull through, there was a flicker of reluctant approval. it left him wanting more of it, even if it meant suffering through another goddamn polynomial equation.

so he tried. not to the point of being unrecognisable of course, but enough to scrape together something passable. and when the results came back, a smug little C+ staring up at him from the paper, rodrick wasted no time shoving it in your face. he barely had time to gloat further when you leaned in, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to his cheek.

“uh—” his voice cracked. “uh, what was that?”

“a reward,” you said simply, gathering your things. “don’t let it go to your head.”

too late. his entire head felt like it was on fire.

“and… what do i get if i get a B?”

you rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder.

“pass first, heffley.”

he grinned. challenge accepted

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Do you like sunsets?

Toji fushiguro x sunshine reader

♡ Fluff and little bittersweet moments

Synopsis - it doesn't comprehend in toji's mind of what he did to get someone like you

Toji Fushiguro wasn’t used to softness. Not in his childhood, not in his adulthood. Life had taught him that warmth was a luxury, not a necessity.

And then you came along bright, smiling, and way too damn sweet for someone like him.

It started small. You’d greet him with an excited wave whenever he passed by, even when he just grunted in response. You’d bring him snacks, saying, "You look like you forget to eat sometimes, Toji!" (He didn’t, but he wasn’t going to say no to free food.)

You were relentless in your kindness, undeterred by his gruff responses or lazy dismissals. And maybe, just maybe, Toji had started looking forward to your presence more than he’d admit.

One afternoon, he found you sitting outside, humming to yourself as you fiddled with a small flower crown.

“What the hell is that?” he asked, raising a brow.

"A crown, duh!" You grinned up at him. "Hold still."

Before he could protest, you reached up and placed the delicate creation on his head. It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. A man like him, covered in scars and exuding danger, now adorned with tiny daisies and clovers.

“…You messin’ with me?” he muttered, but his voice lacked any real bite.

You just beamed. "Nope. I just think you deserve nice things."

Something in his chest twisted at that. Deserve? No one had ever said that to him before. He cleared his throat, looking away. "You’re too damn sweet for your own good, sunshine."

"And you're too grumpy for yours," you teased, poking his cheek.

Toji rolled his eyes but didn’t remove the crown. Not even when you laughed and called him King Toji.

That evening, the two of you sat on a hill overlooking the city. The sun was sinking into the horizon, setting the sky ablaze with hues of orange, red, and deep violet. It felt like the world was on fire, yet somehow, it was quiet. Peaceful.

You pulled your knees to your chest, watching the sky with a soft expression. "Hey, Toji," you murmured.

"Hm?"

"Do you like sunsets?"

Toji didn't answer immediately. His gaze was locked on the horizon, unreadable. The light caught the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows that made him look both impossibly distant and painfully close.

“…Yeah,” he said at last, his voice quieter than usual.

You smiled, but there was something wistful about it. "I like sunsets too."

Neither of you said anything after that. The silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that held things unspoken words neither of you could say, feelings neither of you could name.

Because sunsets were beautiful, but they also meant endings.

And maybe, just maybe, some part of you knew that nothing this gentle, this fleeting, could last forever.

Toji glanced at you from the corner of his eye, the warmth of the setting sun reflecting in your eyes. He didn’t say anything, didn’t reach out but he wanted to.

You were too damn soft for someone like him.

And yet, for reasons he couldn’t understand, he stayed until the last sliver of sunlight disappeared.

Sorry for the short story 😔 🙏🏻

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見ざる | 聞かざる | 言わざる see no evil | hear no evil | speak no evil i finished this a while ago and then forgot to post it (￣-￣|||)

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sukuna has done a lot of things in his long, violent life—conquered nations, slaughtered armies, made grown men weep just by looking at them—but never, never has he felt more dehumanized than in this moment.

because right now, sukuna, the king of curses, the walking apocalypse, is chasing after a ping pong ball.

he doesn’t even know how it got to this point. one second, he was bored out of his mind, throwing the ball lazily across the room, fully expecting your fat, lazy excuse of a cat to continue ignoring it like he always does. but today—today—your cat suddenly decided he was an athlete. he pounced on that ball like his life depended on it, smacked it across the floor, and now sukuna is in a full-on chase, trying to catch the damn thing before it disappears under the couch. he skids across the floor in his socks, nearly wiping out as the ball bounces off the leg of the table.

your cat—whom sukuna has so graciously never eaten—watches, ears perked, his fat little body shaking with excitement as sukuna lunges for the ball and misses.

“oh, for fuck’s sake.”

he can feel it. he can feel the loss of dignity creeping in.

he’s the one retrieving the ball.

he’s the one scrambling on his hands and knees to get it.

this is what it’s like to be a lesser being.

but nothing—nothing—compares to the sheer horror he feels when he turns his head and sees you standing in the doorway, holding your phone up like you just captured the most important blackmail material of your life.

"delete that." sukuna growls.

"absolutely not." you say, grinning like you just won the lottery.

your cat lets out the fattest, most smug little meow of his entire life.

sukuna glares at him. if this bastard could speak, he would be the world’s biggest snitch.

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who is this random on my dash I mutter before realizing yelena rose from the dead

i did😭😭

the writer's block is still here but i'm fighting it💔

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ouch :(

✧.* gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, yuji, megumi, noritoshi, ino, inumaki, yuta

tw!! mentions of injury, blood, and broken bones!! please be aware if you are sensitive to this type of content ♡

notes: the jjk boys accidentally hurt you :( some of these are angstier than others!! based on this request, but got carried away thinking of all sorts of different scenarios other than training/missions (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

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𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚

starring. bsd. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, fyodor genre. smau, crack, fluff, mild cursing

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I Was Never Gay!

#FEATURING. Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Atsushi, Akutagawa

#CONTENT. Smau, crack, humor, suggestive

#NOTE. A little something while I'm working on my kinktober fics <3

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to everyone who missed me, yes i'm back!!

i had a writer's block so bad i couldn't even open tumblr for a few months💔💔

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Kiss ban!

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

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about me

i'm just a regular fangirl with some (or none) writing skills and a loooot of passion about anything that i'm currently intrested in. i love to take polaroid pictures, collect my favourite manga + merch and listen to music that i always need to connect to something.

i really love to write and i hope posting my works here will help me get back into it more.

sometimes i take requests for fanfics but please read the rules before!

english is not my first language so if i say something stupid/nonsense that's probably because of that

— shows i like: bsd, jjk, evangelion, perfect blue, friends, obx, tua, 10 things i hate about you, thirteen, fight club

— music i like: lana del rey, mitski, lifelover, molchat doma, darkthrone, mayhem, msi, nirvana, slipknot, system, korn

— books i like: crime and punishment, the stranger, no longer human, hamlet, eye of the needle, all the light we cannot see

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navigation

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about me. rules. masterlist. art.

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Narrators advice is to please read all the modern AU’s in chronological order from 0 to current as listed in the series for the best reading experience.

Toji Zenin (SMAU + Drabble)

1. Soccer player Toji - (part 0) (part i) (part ii)

(part iii) (part iv) (part v) (part vi)

Gojo Satoru (SMAU + Drabbles)

1. Comp sci major Gojo - (part 0) (part i)

(part ii) (part iii) (part iv) (part v) (part vi)

(part vii)

Sukuna Ryomen (SMAU + Drabbles)

1. Boxer Sukuna - (part 0) (part 0.5) (part i)

(part ii) (part iii)

2. Boxer Sukuna - bad at apologies

MISC

1. You’re not exclusive to them - angst

2. You’re not exclusive to them - part 2

3. Using their (them as) wallet