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После того как я подписался на сообщество по теме музыке в tumblr. прослушиваний стало 21, теперь это самый прослушиваемый мой трек в профиле

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some characters from blue lock i haven’t written for: chigiri, kunigami, bachira, reo

some characters i HAVE written for: gagamaru and kiyora ???

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Я решил опубликовать видео пост в TikTok и вот результат.

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Название профиля:the_beadad либо же наберите kopilot

[carmrich]

I’m not saying I’m gonna need that camboy au but I will say if I don’t get it we’re gonna have a problem (I kid, write whatever makes you happy, and if writing a camboy au makes you happy then so be it 🤞🤞🤞)

LMAOOO if i’m being honest i have some of it written out (and by that i mean very tiny passages from random parts throughout the fic thrown together in the google doc) but it’s very much not … a serious fic like if anything i think it’s a silly self indulgent cracky au that’s basically just another pwp but with some extra steps. i have the general plot in my head but i have some other fics i want to work on more atm!!! >_< so those are taking priority for me

[wildfiig]

┆ rafe saves you from your stalker ex ✶

.ᐟ cw: angst! minor violence (no one actually gets hurt). allusions to stalking. breaking and entering. ex boyfriend cliche. .ᐟ notes: please send reqs or even just say hi! i fear i can feel writers block trying to sneak up on me... even req smut! idm!

you didn’t hear the door open.

just the sound of something too soft to be real, something you told yourself was the wind, or maybe the pipes, or maybe nothing at all. but then you heard your name. not sweet, not kind—his voice like it used to be when he was drinking, like it had teeth.

you didn’t have time to think. just your hands shaking as you locked the guest bathroom door and sat on the floor, knees to your chest. the light overhead buzzed. your breath sounded like screaming in the quiet.

you called rafe.

you didn’t even remember doing it, your fingers just went. your heart in your throat. your ex still calling your name in that sing-song way, like he owned you still, like you were something he'd misplaced and was sure he could take back.

“where are you?” rafe’s voice. low, steady. it cut through the static in your head.

you swallowed, couldn’t even speak at first. your voice came out cracked, barely there. “downstairs bathroom,” you whispered. “he’s in the house. i don’t know how he got in.”

a pause. not silence—just breath on the other end. then: “don’t move. i’m coming.”

he didn’t hang up. kept the line open, like he could hold you through it. you stayed on the cold tile, phone clutched so tight your fingers went numb. your ex wandered through the rooms above you, muttering, laughing under his breath. he tried your bedroom door. tried the back door. he wasn’t hurrying. he thought he had time.

and then, a crash upstairs.

not him.

rafe.

he must’ve taken a bat from his trunk, you’d seen it before—metal, dented, kept there like he knew someday he’d need it. you heard his voice now, shouting, deep and raw. doors slamming. footsteps too fast.

you didn’t know what exactly happened up there, you just knew the second your ex realized he wasn’t alone anymore. you heard the screen door creak open, then slam shut, and then—nothing.

just your own breath in your ears again.

the handle jiggled. for a second your heart stopped until rafe whispered your name.

“baby, it’s me. open the door.”

your hands shook as you unlocked it. the door swung open and there he was—hair messy, jaw clenched, still breathing like he hadn’t stopped running. his shirt stuck to him in places, his knuckles scraped, like he’d already found the guy and gotten halfway to what he wanted to do. but his eyes were on you. soft, in that way they only ever were when you were breaking.

he didn’t say anything at first. just reached for you.

you folded into him without thinking, arms around his waist, face pressed to his chest. he held you like he was trying to patch you back together with just the weight of his arms.

you weren’t crying anymore, not out loud, just shaking. he ran a hand through your hair, then down your back, over and over.

“did he hurt you?” his voice was tight. too quiet.

“no,” you whispered. “he just… he kept calling my name. taunting me.”

rafe’s jaw flexed hard. he pulled back just enough to look at you. “i should’ve killed him.”

“rafe—”

“i should’ve. i almost did...”

you shook your head. your hands found his, still red from gripping the bat. you held them like they were fragile things, even though they weren’t. nothing about him was.

“i don’t want you to do something you can’t come back from,” you said. your voice wasn’t steady, but it was real. “not for him.”

he looked at you like that hurt worse than anything. like not killing the guy was the thing that might finally split him open.

“hey, i’ll always come back to you,” he said, and it sounded like a vow. like something old and blood-bound.

you leaned into him again. he didn’t let go.

the two of you sat there on the floor for a long time, the room still, the only sound the slow, ragged way you both were breathing.

[b3ach-bunn7]

CHANGE OUT OF SOMETHING YOU KNOW

You’re the League of Villans new healer. Messages between you and their resident arsonist.

slight nsfw, more just teasing than anything else

(title based off the blood orange song plz listen 🙏)

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October 8th

2:06 pm

You: hi, idk if Shigaraki told you but I’m the leagues new healer!! I think we r bedroom neighbours :D

You: so if u need anything I’m a room away lol

Dabi: K

You: wow so articulate

Seen

October 10th

12:09am

Dabi: Shiggy says go to the bar

You: okay

You: what did he need?

Seen

October 11th:

4:40 pm

You: did u eat my leftovers

Dabi: 🧐

You: BRUH

You: ur buying me more idgaf

Dabi: Hell no

You: I’m gonna tell kugisaki then

Dabi: Okay? Tf is he gonna do

You: aren’t u on his Spotify family plan

Dabi: Fine I’ll fucking buy u more fatty

You: HAHA

October 13th

10:09am

Dabi: Shut the fuck up

Dabi: Ur so loud

You: that’s what she said 😂

Dabi: Actually kys

Dabi: Turn that shit down

You: aw ur so nice 🥰

October 15th

2:06 am

You: can u shut up it’s 2am

Seen

October 19th

1:18 am

You: where r u

You: shig says u need me

Dabi: I don’t need shit

Dabi: I’m fine

You: right so the blood trail leading to ur room is just decor then?

Dabi: Getting a head start on Halloween

You: just let me in 😒

October 20th 

3:07 pm

You: where do u get the staples for ur face and stuff

Dabi: Y

You: just Y is crazy 😭

You: I’m getting supplies for the league

Dabi: Target

You: ???

You: they’re just normal staples???

You: I thought they were like medical ones

Dabi: Too expensive 

You: brokie

Dabi: Kys 

You: okay and what if I did

Dabi: Mission accomplished

You: prick 

October 22nd

11:31 pm

Dabi: Need healing

You: what’s the magic word 😁

Dabi: I’ll burn u to a crisp?

You: omw!!!!

October 25th

8:43 pm

You: do u guys do anything for Halloween

Dabi: R we 12

You: duck off

Dabi: 🦆 

You: STFY

You: ykw I mean

You: like a party or smth

You: or do I have to source my Halloween activities outside of the league

Dabi: Idk

Dabi: Ask Toga

You: okay thanks for nothing 🙄

Seen

October 25th

10:01 pm

You: ME AND TOGA R HAVING A MOVIE NIGHT

You: 🤪🤪🤪🤪

You: u are invited 

Dabi: K

You: its for Halloween so u have to dress up

Dabi: The fuck

Dabi: Y

You: togas never cekebrated Halloween

You: and she got kinda sad when I asked fo i told her we can dress up here

Dabi: Oh

You: so if u can come she’d greatly appreciate it!!!

You: and ig I would too 😒

Dabi: Yh you’d love me there

You: shut up 

October 29th

3:43 am

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: R u awake

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Wake up

You: wtf do u want 

You: its theee am

Dabi: Ik but I need you

You: huh

Dabi: Healing

Dabi: Got hit bad

You: oh shit okay

You: you in your room?

Dabi: Tes

You: coming

Dabi: Lol

You: bros dying and is still cracking jokes

October 29th

2:05 pm

Dabi: Does ur quirk always do that

You: do what?

Dabi: Hurt u

You: oh thattt

You: well it like gets rid of ur pain and injury but part of the pain had to go to me 

You: has*

You: my pain tolerance is high tho so idm most of the time

You: ur wound was just kinda bad yesterday so it hurt a bit more than usual 😅

You: or this morning ig

Dabi: Oh

Dabi: I didn’t know that

You: lolz it’s okay 😝

You: I’m used to it

Dabi: Thx ig

You: you guess?!??!

Dabi: K

You: YOU kys 

October 31st

7:06 pm

You: YOU ACC DRESSED UP :D

Dabi: I’m wearing plastic fangs

You: I see those eyeliner bite marks on ur neck

Dabi: Y r u looking at my neck freak

Dabi: Should be watching the movie not me

You: shut up

You: does this mean u wear eyeliner

Dabi: Shut the fuck up

You: HAHA

Dabi: Never text me again

You: ughhhhhh ur soooo emo 🖤🥀⛓️

Seen

November 4th

5:09 pm

You: DABI

You: DABIIIIIIUIII

You: PLZ MY CREAMTION KING

Dabi: Cremation u freak

You: LMAOOOOO

You: that was an accident

Dabi: What

You: can u come with me and toga to watch the fireworks 😝

Dabi: Ur actually on Togas dick

Dabi: Leave her alone

You: r u jealous I’m not hanging with u :/

You: I promise we can go out

Dabi: Ew

You: rude

You: plzzz just come

Dabi: 😳

You: UR SO GROSS

You: we r leaving at half past

November 8th 

4:07 pm

Dabi: Grab black hair dye on ur way home 

You: what brand

Dabi: Manic panic

You: wait does this mean ur hair isn’t actually naturally black??

Dabi: No the dyes for Toga

You: ohhh okay

Dabi: Ur so fucking stupid

You: LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭

You: can I help u dye it 😝

Dabi: No

You: PLEAAAAAAAASE

Missed call

Dabi: Never call me again

You: PLEASE

Dabi: Fuckijg hell

Dabi: Fine

You: YIPEEE

November 12th

1:15 am

You: dabi istg

You: shut the actual fuck up

You: both of you

Missed call

You: bro ur actually pissing me off

You: WE SHARE A WALL

You: I CAN HEAR U TEO FUCKING LIKE IM IN THE ROOM WITH YOU

You: I actually hate you 

November 12th

3:06 am

Dabi: Soz

Dabi: Lol

Dabi: We’re finished now

You: yeah I could fucking tell 

You: dickhead

Dabi: 🙁

Dabi: I was just giving her a good time

Dabi: I can show you if you’d like

You: she’s literlaly still in the room with you u degenerate 

Dabi: You been listening?

Dabi: Freaky 😛

You: FUCK YOU

November 15th

10:06 pm

Dabi: image attachment

Dabi: Tf is this

You: it’s yakult idiot 

Dabi: Why is it in my room

You: oh I heard u say to toga u can’t buy them cause

You: ur a famous villain and stuff

You: so I bought some when I was out 😝

Dabi: Why

You: omg we’ve upgraded to full words

You: idk I just saw them and remebered so i grabbed them

You: if u don’t want them I’ll come grab them sorry if I made u feel weird

Dabi: Shut up it’s fine

Dabi: Thx

You: 😝

November 17th 

9:07 pm

Dabi: image attachment

You: HAHHA

You: WHAT HAPOENED

Dabi: Some weird ass slime guy in an alley way

Dabi: Spinner got hit

You: he looks like those alien toys that come in the slime eggs

Dabi: 🤣🤣

You: poor baby

You: I can’t heal that

November 20th

11:16 pm

Missed call

Missed call

Dabi: What did I say about calling me 

You: plz pick up

You: I think this guy is following me

You: and I’m scared

You: I took like three turns anrbhes still behind me

Dabi & Y/N, Time elapsed: 45 minutes

November 21st

12:15 am

You: thank you for earlier 

Dabi: It’s ok

Dabi: What did he look like 

You: uhm a bit shorter than u, brown hair and I think brown eyes

You: he was wearing a green bomber jacket and he was by the corner shop

You: why

Dabi: None of ur business 

You: I can hear u leaving ur room

You: where r u going

Dabi: Shut up

You: right 😭

November 22nd 

1:06 am

You: bro not again

You: please STOP

You: can’t u go back to their place for once like 😭😭

Dabi: He’s busy 😘

You: girl idgaf

You: go be busy somewhere else 

You: or stfu

Dabi: Sorry

Dabi: She took my phone 

You: again idgaf just plz shut up I wanna sleep

Dabi: K

You: 🖕

November 24th

9:09 pm 

You: me and twice are watching a movie if you wanna join 

Dabi: What r u watching

You: hot fuzz 😝 

You: a classic 

You: u probably don’t even know it 

You: it’s kinda underground and too cool for u

Dabi: I do fucking know it

Dabi: Cornetto triology

You: …

You: literally in love with u rn 😍

Dabi: Shut up

Dabi: Coming don’t start without me

You: okayyyyyy

Dabi: Stfu

You: 😞

November 30th

8:07 pm

Dabi: Turn ur music down

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Y/N

Missed call

You: what did I say about calling me 🥀⛓️🖤

Dabi: Turn ur fucking music down 

You: It’s chappel roan 🙁

Dabi: I don’t give a fuck

You: KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT

Dabi: Stfu

You: AND UR EATING ME OUT 😔😔

Dabi: You wish

You: :/ don’t ruin Chappel for me

Dabi: I’d show chappel a good time

You: She’s a lesbian u freak

You: EYE will show her a good time

Dabi: Can I watch 😍

You: Ew

Dabi: 😔

December 2nd

6:36 pm

You: bro

You: where tf is kugisaki

You: do yk 

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: What do u need 

You: I’m so fucking cold

You: the heating in my room isn’t working😔😔😔😔

You: and I’m gonna die of coldness

Dabi: L

Dabi: Can’t relate

You: where r u rn

Dabi: Couch

You: okay I’m coming

You: ur gonna warm me up thanks for offering I accept

Dabi: Tf

You: On my way! 

Dabi: Lol

You: shuddup 

Dabi: Stay in ur cold room then

You: IM SORDY IM SORRY

You: u can keep talking forever 

Dabi: Good girl

Dabi: Bring the yakult from my room

You: okay 😁

December 10th

5:45 pm

Dabi: Are u crying

You: omfg can u hear me

You: that’s so embarassing wtf 😭

Dabi: Why r u crying

You: lmao I’m just on my period

You; I saw a tik tok of those army dads coming home and they always make me cry

Dabi: Lol I just heard u sob again

You: yeah it’s so funny 

December 10th

6:10 pm

You: DABI

You: DID U GET ME THESE

You: THE CHOCOLATE AND THE heavy duty pads

Dabi: No

You: :D u so did

You: thank u :((

You: how did u know I like m&ms 😝

Dabi: Cause ur always eating them fatty

You: HEY

You: I’ll cry again

Dabi: Loser

You: yeah a loser u bought chocolate for 

December 15th

9:18 pm

Dabi: Why r u crying again

You: why r u watching me freak

You: it’s movie night not Y/N night

Dabi: I can hear u sniffling ur right next to me

You; YH cause ur warm

You: idk my sister loved this movie

Dabi: Why is that making u cry

You: because she’s dead 😁

Dabi: Oh

You: yeah oH 

Dabi: Damn

You: LMAO 

You: thank u for the comfort 🙏🙏

Dabi: Idk what to say 😔

You: people usually say sorry

Dabi: I’m not saying that shit

Dabi: i didn’t kill her

You: LMAOOO

Dabi: There there 

You: that works 

You: just keep me warm and I’ll be okay

Dabi: I’m not a human heater

You: my body is telling me smth different

Dabi: 😒

December 18th

5:07 pm

You: bro do u have my laundry

You: I think spinner put it in ur room by accident 

Dabi: He did 😁

You: why r u so happy about that

Dabi: Cause ur pink panties are so pretty

You: I’m gonna kill myself!

You: STOP LOOKING AT MY JNDERWEAR 

Dabi: Its not my fault theyre all over my bed 

Dabi: So u like lace

Dabi: Noted

You: I hope u know I’m on the ledge rn

Dabi: Aw don’t be shy 

Dabi: Its nothing I haven’t seen before

You: whore 

Dabi: A good one

You: I’m coming to get them and no words will be exchanged between us

Dabi: Boring

December 19th 

8:37 pm

You: oh dabi 😁😁😁😁😁

Dabi: No

You: u don’t even know what I want

Dabi: Yes I do

Dabi: Toga and Twice asked me and I said no

You: :(

You: plz it will be so fun

You: and the limit is ten pound plz

You: I haven’t done a secret Santa in ages and forever

Dabi: No

You: pleeeeeaaaaaaaaase

You: :(

Dabi: Fucking hell 

Dabi: Ok

Dabi: If I get shiggy I’m buying him Vaseline

You: YIPPEE

You: thank u :D

Dabi: Stfu

December 23rd

11:52 pm

Dabi: Come to my room 

You: fuck off

You: yk I can see u from the living room

Dabi: Oh

Dabi: Okay?

You: u ain’t slick lil bro 😭

You: also yk that’s not even mistletoe

You: I think that’s just a twig from outside

Dabi: Again

Dabi: Okay?

You: shut up

Dabi: Plz come to my room I need healing 🙁

You: SHUSH

December 25th

2:06 am

Dabi: y/n

Dabi: why arnet unhere

Dabi: ehy am I dirnkifn with shiggy and teice 

Dabi: shouod be with u baby

You: oh dabi :/

You: I told u I wanted to stay and watch Christmas movies with Toga 

You: r u drunk 

Dabi: ovviusly 

Dabi: come to the bar

Dabi: wanna kiss you 

Dabi: bring the miserlloe

Dabi: miseltoe

You: shut up

Dabi: xome shut me up with ur mouth

Dabi: so hot

Dabi: are u wearing that lacy underwar 

You: plz stop talking about my underwear 🙏

Dabi: vant stop thinking about them

Dabi: wanna fuck you white youve still got them on

You: okay!!!! I think that’s enough drinks for u!!!!!!

Dabi: no im beirng fr

Dabi: ur so hot

Dabi: hmerry christmas 

You: merry christmas dabi

Dabi: my lisp really hrut 

Dabi: kiss them better

You: hypothetically I could

Dabi: pelase baby

You: goodnight!!

December 26th 

3:07 pm

Dabi: I meant all of it btw

You: 😭😭 u drank half the bar 

You: how r u even awake

Dabi: Fucking headache

You: I can heal it if u want

Dabi: Please

You: okayyy omw 

Dabi: Wait

Dabi: Did u open ur secret Santa

You: wait no I didn’t

You: cause u wanted to be different and leave it in my room and not under the tree

Dabi: Open it first

You: okay………

You: Dabi

Dabi: 😁

You: is this fucking christmas themed lingerie

Dabi: 😁😁😁😁

Dabi: Wear it while u heal me

You: DIE

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do I think the LOV would actually be this close and family au? Probably not. Do I care? HELL NO. Ik he’d be such a degenerate even if he is a cutie deep down

also the whole “he’s busy 😘” thing is him trying to get over u and realising he acc wants to fuck YOU and not the random girls he’s picking up on the streets

I feel like my Britishness comes into play so much in these text posts so plz excuse it.. but I just love Touya.. my inspiration has been crazy recently but plz don’t get used to this 😔 uni is only getting busier

[moonlitsmile]

saw u were looking for requests !

if ur free could u write some chishiya smut. something like academic rivals, idm if it's in the borderlands or not. maybe something like where the reader and chishiya are always competing to be smarter and it ends with smut?

Mind games

chishiya x f!reader

꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You and Chishiya have always been rivals, constantly trying to outsmart each other. But when a heated argument turns into something more, you find a new way to settle the competition. This takes place during the chaos during the witch game at the end of season one. (Let’s pretend that chishiya knew momoka stabbed her self even tho he didn’t)

❦- female reader, mentions of guns, blood, tasing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, afab reader, making out, hair pulling, teasing, enemies to loverish, slowburn, tension?, risk of getting caught, very unrealistic I’m sorry, lmk if I missed anything

The Beach was in chaos. Screams echoed through the halls, gunfire cracked the night open, and the air was thick with smoke and the stench of blood. Outside, bodies littered the sand, thrown into the fire, and some burned, others still twitching where they had fallen.

But you barely noticed. Not when Chishiya was standing in front of you, lips curled into that insufferable smirk, eyes glinting with amusement despite the massacre happening around you.

“Figured it out yet?” he asked, leaning against the wall with that irritatingly calm posture, as if this were just another puzzle to solve.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I was ahead of you five minutes ago.”

He chuckled. “Oh? Then why are you still here arguing with me instead of winning?”

Because you couldn’t stand the thought of him being the one to claim victory. It had always been this way, one outsmarting the other, competing for the upper hand. Whether it was test scores back home or survival tactics in this twisted game, you refused to let him be the smarter one.

“We both know you’ve been trailing behind me all night,” you shot back, stepping closer. “Or maybe you just enjoy watching me work?”

He tilted his head, gaze flicking over you with something unreadable. “Maybe I do.”

The tension was different this time, no longer just the sharp edge of rivalry, but something else, something just as dangerous as the game happening outside. The way he looked at you made your pulse spike, heat curling low in your stomach.

Neither of you moved. Neither of you backed down. But then his smirk deepened, his voice dropping lower.

“Go on, then,” he murmured. “Outsmart me.”

The distant crack of gunfire sent a jolt through your body, but Chishiya didn’t even flinch. He just watched you, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, hands tucked lazily into his jacket pockets.

You, on the other hand, weren’t nearly as relaxed. You pressed yourself against the wall, peering around the corner of the dimly lit hallway. The militant corps were moving fast, dragging people out of rooms, shooting anyone who resisted. The Beach had turned into a hunting ground.

“We need to move,” you muttered.

Chishiya exhaled, slow and deliberate. “And where exactly do you plan on going?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t get me shot?” you shot back, voice low. “Unless you’ve already got this all figured out.”

Something about the way he just looked at you made your stomach twist. Like he knew something you didn’t. Like he was already ten steps ahead.

You narrowed your eyes. “You do, don’t you?”

Chishiya’s smirk widened, but he didn’t confirm or deny it. Typical.

“You really want to know?” he asked, tilting his head. “Or do you just want to keep playing catch-up?”

You clenched your jaw. He was baiting you. He always did this, dangling the answer just out of reach, waiting to see how long it took for you to snap. And you hated how much you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

Another round of gunfire made your decision for you. You grabbed Chishiya’s wrist and pulled him into the nearest room, shoving the door closed just as hurried footsteps passed outside.

His expression barely changed. If anything, he looked a little amused.

“Bold move,” he murmured.

You exhaled sharply, keeping your voice low. “Just tell me what you know.”

Chishiya leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “And ruin the fun?”

You glared at him. “People are dying out there, Chishiya. You really want to waste time messing with me?”

He tilted his head, considering. Then, finally, he sighed. “Fine. If it makes you feel better, the witch isn’t running.”

You frowned. “What?”

“She’s already dead.”

Your mind raced. That didn’t make sense. The whole point of the game was to find the witch and burn their body, but—

Chishiya must’ve seen the realization dawn on your face because his smirk deepened. “Took you long enough.”

Momoka.

It clicked all at once. The body in the main room, the stab wound in her heart. She hadn’t been killed, she had killed herself.

You looked at Chishiya, breathless. “You knew.”

He shrugged. “Of course.”

Your hands curled into fists. “And you didn’t say anything?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would you have believed me?”

You hated that he was right. You hated that he had known the truth all along, just waiting for you to catch up. And most of all, you hated the way he was looking at you now, like this was just another one of your little games.

Footsteps pounded past the door. You pressed your back against it, heart racing, and Chishiya was suddenly right in front of you, too close in the dim light.

“You’re smarter than most,” he murmured, gaze flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “But you’re predictable.”

You stared at him, chest rising and falling with adrenaline. “If you knew Momoka killed herself, why didn’t you just end the game already?”

Chishiya gave you a lazy shrug. “Because I was curious to see how long it would take for everyone else to figure it out.”

A gunshot cracked through the air, loud enough to make you flinch. Your fingers twitched toward the door handle, but Chishiya remained perfectly still, watching you like he was studying a specimen under a microscope.

“They’re not checking rooms,” he said, voice calm. “They’re too busy hunting anyone still moving.”

You swallowed, pressing your back harder against the door. He was right. The militant corps weren’t searching, they were killing. You could hear them shouting, the sickening thud of bodies hitting the floor. The smell of blood was creeping into the air.

Your hands curled into fists. “You’re really just sitting back and watching all of this happen?”

Chishiya’s lips quirked. “You say that like I had any intention of stopping it.”

Another round of gunfire. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, forcing yourself to steady your breathing. When you opened them again, Chishiya was still watching you, that unreadable expression lingering in his gaze.

“People are dying,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

“Yes,” he said simply. “That’s how Hearts games work.”

You turned your head away, jaw tightening. It was so easy for him, so effortless. You’d always known Chishiya was calculating, but there was something unnerving about how detached he was from everything happening outside these four walls.

“How did you even figure it out?” you asked after a beat.

He exhaled, as if mildly bored by the question. “The stab wound.”

Your brows furrowed.

“The angle was wrong,” he continued. “Too clean, too controlled. Someone else would’ve gone for the stomach or the throat. But her heart? That’s deliberate. Slower. A choice.”

You stared at him. “You saw all that in a few seconds?”

Chishiya gave you a pointed look. “And you didn’t?”

You clenched your jaw. He was doing it again, pushing, testing, waiting to see how long it would take for you to rise to the challenge.

Outside, the gunfire was slowing. The bodies had stopped running. The game was coming to its conclusion. Everybody seeming to run to the lobby, you hesitated for a moment. Slightly standing up, before he stopped you. You huffed, annoyed, you were about to speak. Before his hand quickly cupped over your mouth, putting his finger up to his lip as he shushed you.

Your brows furrowed together in confusion as you looked up at him. Pressed against the door, you tensed as the handle rattled violently beside you. Someone on the other side was trying to force their way in, but the lock held.

Your breath hitched. Fear crept up your spine, tightening its grip as the seconds stretched unbearably long. You felt Chishiya’s hand slowly withdraw from your mouth, the warmth of his touch lingering as your breathing grew unsteady.

He took your wrist as he gently tugged you up. “Cmon” he whispered. Quickly leading you into the bathroom of the hotel room.

You quickly listened, closing the door you sat in there. The door rattling and the man banging on the door. You were scared to death, but you also knew you’d be somewhat okay with chishiya. He wouldn’t let you die.. would he?

Then suddenly the loud crashing sound coming out from the entrance of the hotel room brought you back to reality. “I thought you said they weren’t checking rooms!?” You whisper/yelled. Eyes frantically wide as they looked at him in the dark bathroom that was only illuminated by the light under the door and a small night light plugged up into the outlet.

“I guess I thought wrong” he said, his voice was low and quiet. Calm, and collected. How could he be so calm in a moment like this? His Eyes fixated on the door. The light footsteps of the guy trailing around the hotel room that you guys were hiding in.

Thinking you’d be safe, he didn’t check the bathroom yet. But that was quickly shut down as the light twist of the bathroom handle caught your attention. You froze, quickly backing up next to chishiya.

He didn’t stop you from pressing closer, if anything, he seemed almost amused by it. His stance remained relaxed, one hand casually tucked into his pocket as the door handle slowly turned.

Then, it creaked open.

A man who was with the other millitant corps people killing everyone, stepped inside, gun in hand, eyes cold and unreadable.

Your breath caught in your throat. Fear rooted you in place as the barrel of the gun lifted, aimed directly at you.

Panic surged through you. “Do something!” you screamed.

And that was when Chishiya moved.

Gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting wildly as the man fired in a frenzy. Instinct took over, you dropped to the floor, crouching, squeezing your eyes shut as the deafening chaos filled the small space.

Then, a sharp click, the unmistakable sound of a taser discharging.

A heavy thud followed.

Heart pounding, you hesitated before slowly opening your eyes.

Chishiya stood there, completely unshaken, staring down at the man now collapsed on the floor. His taser was still in hand, its prongs sparking faintly before going still.

Relief crashed over you in waves, and you let out a shaky breath, rubbing your face. “Holy shit…”

Your breathing was still uneven, chest rising and falling with the remnants of fear. The bathroom was silent now, save for the faint crackling of flames and distant screams filtering in from the outside. The game was ending. The Beach was nothing more than a battlefield of corpses.

And yet, the only thing grounding you in this moment was the presence of the man standing beside you.

Chishiya sighed, slipping the taser back into his pocket like this was all just a minor inconvenience. You, on the other hand, were still trying to steady yourself.

“You’re insane,” you muttered, running a shaky hand down your face.

Chishiya smirked. “You’re welcome.”

You shot him a glare, but he just leaned against the sink, watching you with that unreadable expression. There was something in his eyes, something quiet and knowing, as if he could see right through you.

“You were scared,” he said simply.

“No shit,” you snapped. “There was a gun in my face.”

He hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Interesting.”

You rolled your eyes. “What’s so interesting about that?”

His smirk deepened. “You don’t usually show it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He wasn’t wrong, you had spent so long trying to act like none of this fazed you, trying to keep up with him, trying to prove you were just as smart, just as strong. But in that moment, when the gun was pointed at you, all of that had crumbled away.

And he had seen it.

You turned away, pressing your palms against the cool counter, trying to collect yourself. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”

Chishiya stepped closer. Not enough to touch, but enough that you felt the weight of his presence, enough that the air between you seemed thinner. “I know you.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You don’t know me, Chishiya.”

His lips quirked slightly, as if amused by your resistance. “Then why are you still here?”

You hesitated.

Because you knew if he wasn’t here, you would die. Because for all your rivalry, all your stubbornness, some part of you trusted him.

Because you didn’t want to leave.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, brief, barely noticeable, but you caught it. And suddenly, everything else seemed to fade, the chaos outside, the bodies, the game. All that was left was this moment, this charged silence between you.

You didn’t know who moved first.

One second, you were standing there, breath uneven, pulse hammering. The next, his mouth was on yours, slow and deliberate, like he had been waiting for this. Like he had known, long before you did, that this was inevitable.

You gripped the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer as his hands found your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make you shiver. He kissed you like he wasn’t in a rush, like he had all the time in the world. even when, realistically, you had none.

Because the game wasn’t over yet.

Because any second now, someone could find you.

Because after this, after everything, you didn’t know what came next.

But for now, you didn’t care.

His lips moved against yours with a calm, deliberate rhythm, like he wasn’t worried about what was happening outside, like none of it mattered except this. Except you.

The quiet hum of chaos seeped through the walls, muffled gunshots and distant screams blending with the soft crackle of fire somewhere nearby. But inside the hotel room, it was still. Quiet. The tension between you two the only thing left burning.

You didn’t expect it to feel like this. like surrender and challenge all at once. His kiss wasn’t rushed or panicked. It was precise, like he’d been calculating the right moment to make his move and decided now was it.

Your fingers curled around the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and Chishiya let you. His hands found your hips, steady and grounding, and the feel of him so close made your heart race harder than the violence outside ever had.

You pulled back for a breath, lips tingling, eyes locked with his.

He didn’t speak. Just watched you with that unreadable expression, as if trying to figure out what you’d do next.

“I thought you didn’t care,” you whispered.

Chishiya’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “I never said that.”

Your brows furrowed. “So what is this, then?”

He tilted his head slightly, thumb brushing over your hip in a way that made your breath catch. “Call it curiosity.”

“Curiosity?”

His gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes. “You always act like you’re above it all. Like none of this gets to you.”

“And you act like you’re untouchable,” you shot back quietly.

“Maybe we’re both wrong,” he murmured.

The silence between you thickened again, heavier now, as if the air itself recognized what was shifting. The rivalry that once defined you both had blurred, still sharp, still real, but now tangled up in something unspoken and urgent.

You leaned in again before either of you could talk yourselves out of it. This time, the kiss was slower. Deeper.

Chishiya’s hand slid up your back, steady and unhurried, while your fingers tangled in the hem of his hoodie, your body leaning fully into his.

There was no more pretending this didn’t mean anything. Not when the world outside was burning, and he was still here, still choosing to kiss you like time hadn’t run out.

And for now, in this room, with death just beyond the door, you let yourself forget everything else.

Chishiya’s lips never left yours as his hands found your waist, guiding you with surprising care. You barely registered the gentle nudge until the backs of your knees hit the bed. He eased you down onto the edge, lips brushing yours in a slow, steady rhythm that made your breath catch.

The mattress dipped slightly beneath your weight as he stood in front of you, his hands lingering at your sides like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Then, without a word, he leaned in again, one knee pressing onto the bed between your legs. His hands slid up your arms, slow and deliberate, until they reached your shoulders.

He kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, before gently laying you back.

The cool sheets met your skin as he settled over you, one hand bracing beside your head, the other still cradling your waist. The soft press of his weight above you made your heart stutter, but not from fear. From this. From him.

Your fingers threaded into his hair as he hovered above you, the strands soft between your fingers. You gave a gentle tug, and the low sound he made in response reverberated against your lips, pulling a quiet gasp from your throat.

His words were barely audible over the chaos outside, the distant crack of gunfire, the roar of flames, but none of it touched you here. Not with him above you, kissing you like the world hadn’t already ended. Like this wasn’t a war zone.

Chishiya’s lips trailed along your jaw, down the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt again, this time slower, bolder. And still, he took his time, like he was trying to savor you before the moment was stolen.

The bed creaked beneath the shifting weight, but neither of you moved to stop. Not yet. Not when every breath, every kiss, every touch felt like a defiance of the death waiting just outside the door.

Your back sank deeper into the mattress, the worn sheets cool against your skin while the heat between your bodies only grew heavier. Chishiya hovered just above you, eyes fixed on yours, his expression unreadable, but his hands said what he didn’t. They traced over your sides, thumbs brushing the exposed skin between your bikini top and the waistband of your shorts.

You reached for him, fingers finding the zipper of his hoodie, the one he always wore, like armor. Slowly, you pulled it down, the soft sound of the zipper cutting through the silence like something intimate.

His eyes flicked down, watching you with a faint spark of curiosity as the jacket parted. You pushed it open, your palms gliding over the fabric until they found warm skin underneath. The way your fingers skimmed his chest made his breath hitch just slightly, and it gave you a flicker of pride, he was always so collected, so calm. But not now.

Not with you.

He shrugged the hoodie off without a word, letting it fall somewhere to the floor behind him. You could feel the tension under his skin, every muscle coiled, like he was holding back.

Your bikini top shifted slightly with each breath, your chest rising and falling under his steady gaze. His hand slid up your stomach, fingers dragging slowly along your skin until they ghosted just under the thin string of your top. You shivered beneath him, biting your lip.

His eyes glanced down at you for a look of assurance.

You quickly nodded

He then dipped his head again, mouth pressing hot kisses to the base of your neck, trailing lower, slower, until you were arching just slightly into his touch. The weight of him above you, the way his hand gripped your hip, it was all consuming.

His lips brushed your collarbone as his fingers moved to the button of your shorts, teasing there without rushing. You gasped softly, your nails lightly raking through his hair again as your thighs shifted beneath him.

The room still flickered faintly with light from the hallway, shadows dancing across the walls. But all you could feel was the heat of his body on yours, the steady rhythm of his breath mixing with your own, and the unspoken truth hanging between you

That even in a world falling apart, you’d found something worth holding onto.

His fingers made quick work of the button on your shorts, the soft click almost drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You kept your eyes on him, half-lidded and breath uneven as he slid the zipper down, slow and deliberate. He wasn’t rushing, he never did.

He pushed the denim down over your hips, his hands lingering on your thighs, warm and steady. You lifted your hips to help, the shorts falling somewhere to the floor. Now, with just your bikini top and the thin fabric beneath him, you felt completely exposed, and yet, you didn’t shy away. Not with the way he was looking at you.

There was no smirk now. No smug expression. Just quiet intensity, like he was mapping out every part of you, storing the image somewhere he wouldn’t forget.

You reached up again, your palms skimming along his bare torso, lean, warm, smooth under your touch. His breath hitched when your nails lightly scratched down his sides, and you felt the smallest shift in the way he hovered above you.

Your hands slid to the waistband of his pants, tugging at the drawstring with quiet confidence. His lips were back on yours in an instant, hotter, hungrier this time. His body pressed into yours more firmly, his hips settling between your legs with the kind of tension that made your pulse spike.

Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, drawing him closer, and he groaned softly into your mouth at the contact. His hands slid beneath you, cupping your lower back as he deepened the kiss, tongue brushing yours in a slow, teasing rhythm that made your head spin.

Your bikini top shifted slightly under his palm as his hand slid upward, thumb grazing just beneath the edge of the fabric. He paused there, waiting, his breath warm against your lips.

You nodded, whispering, “It’s okay.”

And that was all it took. Even with all this bickering overtime, he was still so gentle to make sure it was alright. And it made your heart ache.

His lips moved to your neck again, then lower, leaving a trail of heat down your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your back arched beneath him, hips shifting up into his. The soft creak of the bed beneath you was the only sound in the room aside from your breathing.

Your breath hitched as his lips ghosted over your collarbone, hands smoothing up your sides to slide the straps of your bikini top down your shoulders. You shivered, both from the cool air against your skin and the way his gaze flicked up to meet yours, checking, still careful, still watching you.

You nodded softly, eyes locked with his, and that was enough.

He pressed another kiss to your chest, warm and open, just above where your heart was thudding wildly. Your fingers stayed tangled in his hair, guiding him, grounding yourself. His hand slipped behind you, untying the string at your back with ease.

The top slipped away, your skin now fully exposed to the quiet hush of the dimly lit room and the heat of his body hovering above yours. You let out a soft, shaky breath, your chest rising with anticipation as his mouth returned to your skin, exploring, tasting, taking his time.

Your hips shifted beneath him, thighs tightening around his waist as he pressed closer, the fabric of his pants brushing against the heat building between your legs.

His name slipped past your lips, quiet, breathless. “Chishiya…”

He looked up again, hair slightly mussed, eyes darker than before. “Hmm?”

You swallowed, fingers running slowly down his chest, stopping just above his waistband. “I don’t want to wait.”

That made something flicker behind his eyes. want, restraint, maybe even a hint of something softer. But it didn’t stop him. He leaned in, kissing you again, slower this time, deeper, while his hands moved down your body, skimming over your hips.

With every shift, every touch, the space between you melted until there was nothing left. Just skin on skin, heat and tension building like the pressure of a storm just before it breaks.

The creak of the bed, the quiet hitch in your breathing, his hand slipping between your thighs

The world outside could burn.

Right now, in this moment, it was only you and him. lost in the fire you’d started together.

His fingers ghosted along the inside of your thigh, dragging a slow line up that made your breath catch in your throat. You tightened your grip on his hips, urging him closer, needing more, needing him.

Chishiya dipped his head, lips trailing back up your stomach, your ribs, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was different this time, hungrier, more urgent. Like the control he always clung to so tightly was finally starting to unravel.

You arched up into him, your bare chest pressed to his, and the friction sent a quiet moan spilling from your lips. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting and adjusting you further back onto the bed, until your head rested against the pillows and he was fully over you, fitting perfectly between your legs.

You reached again, this time tugging at the waistband of his pants. “Take them off,” you whispered, breathless.

He didn’t hesitate. He leaned back just enough to strip them off, tossing them aside with that same careful efficiency he always had, but there was tension in his movements now. Anticipation.

And then his mouth was on yours again, hot, deep, stealing every thought from your mind as his hips pressed down into yours. Only a thin layer of fabric separated you now, and the way he moved made it feel unbearable.

You gasped into his mouth as he rolled his hips, the pressure delicious and maddening all at once. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in just slightly as your legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, breath warm and uneven. “You sure?”

You nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

The last thin barrier between you was gone with a swift motion, and suddenly, nothing was keeping you apart. His body was pressed to yours completely, bare, warm, solid, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

He looked at you again, his face close, his breath brushing your lips. There was a rare flicker in his eyes, something raw and real that he never let anyone see. You weren’t sure if it was want or need… or something in between. But you felt it.

You reached up, fingers brushing back the hair from his face, letting your touch linger at his cheek.

That was all he needed.

He pushed into you slowly, carefully, and your breath caught in your throat. He paused, letting you adjust, his hand brushing along your hip in a silent check-in. You nodded again, your fingers gripping his back.

He began to move. steady, smooth, drawing out every slow thrust with a kind of control that made you tremble. Your legs tightened around his waist, your body rising to meet his, hips rolling in sync with each pass of his skin against yours.

The quiet creak of the bed filled the air, a slow rhythm matching the growing tension between your bodies. Every touch, every movement built higher, hotter, your nails raking down his back, his mouth pressing open kisses along your neck, your collarbone, your jaw.

“God…” you whispered, not even sure who you were talking to, maybe no one. Maybe just him.

He smirked faintly against your throat. “You’re loud,” he murmured, though there was no teasing in it, just low satisfaction.

You gasped as he shifted his hips deeper, more deliberate, and your fingers dug into his shoulders. “Then do something about it,” you challenged breathlessly.

And he did.

His pace quickened, hips snapping into yours just a little harder, just enough to make you arch up against him with a whimper. He caught your mouth again, swallowing your sounds, kissing you so deeply it felt like he was trying to memorize how you tasted.

Each thrust pushed you further into the mattress, your hands fisting the sheets one moment and clutching at his back the next.

You could barely think,, every nerve in your body lit up, skin flushed, heat building with every grind of his hips into yours. His name kept slipping from your mouth in broken gasps, and every time, he answered with a low sound in his throat, barely audible, but undeniably satisfied.

His hand slid beneath your thigh, lifting it slightly to angle you just right, and when he thrust again, it made you cry out, your back arching off the bed in response.

“Right there—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he murmured, voice dark and breathy against your jaw. He did know. Every move was intentional. Every stroke precise. Like he’d memorized how to pull you apart before he even touched you.

You tugged at his hair again, dragging his mouth back to yours. The kiss was messy now, heated and desperate, all tongue and teeth and quiet moans shared between shallow breaths. He rolled his hips again, harder this time, and you couldn’t stop the broken sound that slipped from your lips.

Your bodies rocked together, sweat slicking your skin, his hips never faltering. The edge was close, achingly close, but he didn’t let you fall over it yet. He slowed just slightly, enough to make you whine in frustration, your nails scraping down his spine.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, quiet and rhythmic beneath the distant, dying chaos outside the door. The bed creaked beneath you both, and the heat between your bodies only climbed, hot, sticky, perfect.

His hand moved to your chest, thumb brushing lazily over your sensitive skin, and you gasped again, legs tightening around his waist. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot and erratic, and you could feel how close he was by the way his body trembled ever so slightly against yours.

And still, he didn’t stop. Not yet.

He held on just a little longer, his hips driving into yours with a rhythm that was both relentless and intoxicating. You felt yourself unraveling again, your body trembling beneath his as the pleasure built too fast to hold back.

His lips found yours in a heated kiss, swallowing the breathless whimpers escaping you as your fingers gripped his back, nails pressing crescent shapes into his skin. His name slipped from your lips again and again, soft and pleading between gasps.

“Chishiya—please—”

That was all it took. His pace faltered, his breath hitching against your mouth as he pressed deeper, harder, until the world blurred at the edges. He groaned into your shoulder, low and rough, as both your bodies tensed, peaking together in a slow, consuming rush that left your limbs trembling and your chest heaving.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

His forehead rested against yours, his breath shaky and warm across your lips. The chaos outside the hotel still lingered, but it felt far away, muted by the stillness between your bodies, the aftershocks of something that had been building long before this moment.

Chishiya’s hand smoothed down your thigh, slow and grounding, and you exhaled softly, eyes fluttering open to meet his. There was no smugness in his expression now. No grin. Just that unreadable, careful gaze.

You reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from his face. He caught your hand in his, lacing your fingers together for just a second longer before he gently pulled out, easing off you and settling beside you on the bed.

The sheets were tangled, your skin still tingling where he’d touched you, kissed you, held you.

For a while, you both just lay there, listening to the muffled sounds outside, distant footsteps, the occasional yell, but quieter now.

You turned your head to look at him. “So… what now?”

He glanced at you, then at the ceiling. “We figure out how to survive the next one.”

You let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. “Right.”

But as he shifted slightly, his fingers brushed yours again, just once, barely there. And for a brief second, it felt like something else had shifted, too.

Like maybe, in all this chaos, you hadn’t lost.

Maybe you’d found something worth keeping.

[makuzume]

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Requests always open :: Default is gn!reader :: req rules

🏅Popular; ⭐️Author's Favs; 🚺Fem; 🚹Masc; 🌈Queer; 🔞 m!nors do not interact

SMAUs📱💬 (more in series list at the bottom👇)

🔅 Texting Them You're Pregnant 🚺

[Gojo, Nanami]🏅

[Geto, Ino]

[Sukuna, Toji] ⭐️

🔅 Texting Them During the Shibuya Incident

[Toji]

[Nobara, Shoko, Yuta]

🔅 Reacting to Your Handsome Photo 🚹

[Ino, Nanami, Gojo, Megumi]

[Choso, Toji, Shoko, Sukuna, Toge]

🔅 Giving Them A Cute Bento Box

[Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Maki]

[Gojo, Ino, Geto]

🔅 They Forget About Your Birthday

[Part 1]

[Part 2]🏅

🔅 You "Forget" Their Birthday (As Revenge)🏅

[Part 1]

[Part 2.1 Toji/Nanami] [Part 2.2 Gojo/Geto]

🔅 You Betrayed and Used Them

[Part 1]

[Part 2.1] [Part 2.2]

🔅 [Failed Surprise For Your Birthday]

🔅 [Having a Girl Gym Trainor Prank] 🚺

🔅 [They Can't Open a Bottle/Jar]

🔅 [Texting Them "Have you seen my phone?"]

🔅 [Telling Them You're Bisexual] 🌈

🔅 [Confessing You're Getting a Top Surgery!] 🌈

🔅 [Asking You If They Can "Stack on it"] 🚹🔞

🔅 [They Try to Flirt! (They Don't Know How)] 🚹

🔅 They Ghost You (LDR Scenario)

[Part 1]

[Part 2]🏅

[Part 3.1] [Part 3.2] 🆕

🔅 [Texting You When They're Needy] 🔞🆕

Solo Character SMAUs

🔅 [Failed 35th Bday Surprise for Gojo!] 🆕

🔅 [Comforting Geto After the Riko Incident]

🔅 [bf! Sukuna Comforts Reader Having A Bad Day]

🔅 [bf! Sukuna Pretends to Know About Periods] 🚺

🔅 [Sukuna's POV: Asking Uraume About Periods] 🚺⭐️

Non-SMAU✍️📖 (long fic, headcannons, etc.)

🔅 [Toge Accidentally Uses his Cursed Speech on You] ⭐️

🔅 [The Last Time You Talk to Yuta]

🔅 [Reaction to Fixing Their Necktie]

🔅 [Sukuna Kills Yuji's Lover]

Jujutsu Kaisen Series List

smau:📱|| long fic:📖|| drabbles/headcannons:🗣️|| angst: 🥀|| fluff:🧸|| smut:🔞|| crack:🎭|| mature themes:⚠️|| mild of whatever category: 🤏

🇵🇭Filipino AU Series🇵🇭

In an alternate universe where the JJK characters live as... FILIPINOS??! (Crack!; No specific order; Various AUs) More PH references under "Artworks" section below👇

JJK Characters as Your Filo Delivery Rider 📱🎭⭐️

🔅Toge Accidentally Uses His Cursed Speech on You🔅

What becomes of Toge after the recent traumatic events from Shibuya? Will he be the same? How does it affect him? Worried, you were persistent to see him so you can comfort him, but hese complicated feelings caused him to unintentionally do the unthinkable.

i/ii. Part 1 and Part 2 📱📖🥀

iii. Part 3 📖🥀

iv. Part 4 📖📱🤏🥀/🧸

v. Part 5

🔅Artworks🔅

[Lumpiang Toge] 🇵🇭

[Sukuna Pin (SUKU-NA Ako Meme)] 🇵🇭

[When You're Just a Chill Gojo]

In the works: endless WIPs♾️

Although I absolutely love writing, I take some time to gather energy to make it since it's split between my hobbies and my art degree, so I hope you can be patient :)) (idm the inboxes asking for updates and sometimes you guys ask it in such a silly way XD)

👇Tags to find per character👇

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Hey diva, if you've got the time, could u maybe whip up some Hoarder Alex HCs (romantic or platonic, idm!!) with reader who's a crybaby/super anxious? Like at first he finds them annoying but they're so kind to him that he starts to rlly appreciate them? Ty in advance!!! ^^

//Desc: Asks like this are sooo cute dude, I’m shedding tears😢😢 No matter how big of a jackass Alex is, don’t think I don’t see those cracks where it’s obvious he just has a lot going on…most of these things would be easily avoidable if he wasn’t so…him. But there’s nothing a shaking bundle of anxiety can’t fix, he quite literally will forgot about complaining about his trivial nothing burger of problems! He’s got a sweetheart to calm down and nurture. Thanks so much for requesting as always!! \\

⋆𐙚₊˚ 📢 Hoarder Alex with Crybaby! S/O 💐 ⋆𐙚₊˚

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Why, isn’t that just nice? Not only does he has to endure inhumane conditions, dragging and shoving his property about and has to worry about pesky intruders, thiefs! Cutpurses even!! Now he also has an inescapable though engraved into his mind. The first time he had encountered you, you told him you were trying to get trough, and you can’t swim and that you REALLY can’t swim—but not so fast you little pickpocket! He just spat the classic talk and shooed you off, like all the others…something he really didn’t expect was for you to start shaking like a leaf, sobbing, like you were ready to fall onto the floor and roll around. What a damn fusspot.

It became all the more infuriating when you had the audacity to come back later and apologize!? It made him want to tear his hair out! He was being a jerk to you and you apologize!? Oh… After (probably days of) rethinking the situation, he went out of his way and told you that “maybe…you weren’t trying to get your grubby hands on my properties…maybe.”

Your stay around the Uncanny Streets made him realize countless things, one; you’re terrible at managing stress (look who’s talking) and two; you’re disgustingly nice-hearted, even if that sometimes costs you a tear or two. He finds himself thinking about whether a certain hoarded item would make you feel happy, would this tile he kicked off and put away from The Hub make you whine a little less?

Don’t underestimate the might of a hoarder! No matter how smaller he is compared he is, he will pick you up to either comfort you or to distance you from someone bugging you, yelling “THEY ARE NOT INTERESTED, FLY OFF!!” rather calmly.

He might be a nitwit, but he’s a proper one at least. It didn’t take much time for him to learn you and the signs of you getting close to your breaking point. Don’t feel comfortable talking (especially if you’re selective mute) in a situation? No matter, he’ll get you those extra ketchup packets and demand a new burger withOUT pickles! Currently breaking down into an anxiety attack? He will personally escort you out of the space, no matter how many people he has to kick off to manage to do so.

Alex is very considerate and shielding, and when it comes to his most carefully kept jewel, his sweetheart, he will easily blow his stack…But the thing is, he’s not a good fighter. A highly enthusiastic one? Sure, however in the majority of the cases, you’ll be the one getting him out of that deuce of a mess he gets himself into while blindly trying to protect you. He’s unfortunately the type of guy who will jump into your arms, screaming like a girl whenever he’s spooked.

You really are the apple of his censor bar. Alex deep down loves doing small things for you — that will make your nerves soothe, but when you do stuff for him? Lord does he swoon! That ugly, bubbly, warm feeling in his stomach used to bother him when he looked at you, all too clammy, not for the weak. But a smile…and less fussing makes it all worth it.

He tries to make his living space (yeah, that dump) as comfortable as possible. Since the ship wreck is quite a dark place, so dimmer, warmer lights were a given. He always jumps in to absolutely destroy anything around the makes you on edge. He would also hoard a bunch of things just for you. “Oh, tesorino! I’ve got us some weighted blankets!”

He has never had to be delicate with anyone — with anything for that matter. The hoard will be there whether if he’s tossing things on top of it like a brute or if he’s laying on top, like a proud lion. With you though, he knows he has to walk around the edges and reassure you. Baby’s first relationship that requires compassion.

Cuddles. When you’re not crying like a fussbudget and he’s not ranting into the sky about absolutely nothing, that silent language the both of you understand — is cuddling. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little hand holding by the bridge or you with your legs and arms wrapped around him like a monkey on a tree, quietly sobbing into his sweater, he eats it up like the finest meal, all the time. Especially when it’s totally uninterrupted, his tail wrapped around your leg under the covers when you two are sleeping, it makes him feel like he’s doing something right.

If it ever gets to a point where you would have a panic attack, first of all he would panic. But don’t take him for a sissy, he’ll try all the methods in his repertoire. Sometimes, he’ll ask the most outlandish questions to get your mind off of your anxiety and more on the thought “what the hell is wrong with this guy”. “QUICK! NAME FIVE THINGS FROM MY HOARD YOU KNOW I’D NEVER GIVE AWAY—alright, all off them, I let you off easy there.”

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