#jujutsu kaisen timestamps

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

10:30 ー NANAMI KENTO. and the dark awaits us all around the corner; but here in our place, we have for the day, can we stay a while and listen for heaven?

“I can feel you looking at me.”

“How do you know? Your eyes are closed.”

A brown eye opens to see you, unsurprisingly, resting your chin on your palm. Guilty as charged, you’ve been watching him. “I can’t truly enjoy our joint day off if I don’t look at you lovingly before you wake up,” you grin and despite your boyfriend’s best efforts, he chuckles lightly. “It’s Sunday,” you remind him unnecessarily with a giggle. “The world works differently on Sundays even if you’re a big bad jujutsu sorcerer with a world record of black flashes.”

“I regret letting you and Gojou meet,” Kento’s tired sigh only makes even more laughter bubble from your lips. You don’t know many people from the sorcerer life Kento told you about, but Satoru is a riot. Any choice of confections and the white-haired man will quickly divulge all the stories he has about Kento’s teenage years. Part of you is certain he’d do that even if sweet treats weren’t on the table though. “Have you been up long?”

You shake your head before falling back onto your side, “not too long." It's rare Kento has time to himself from his work as a sorcerer. It's complicated but you can understand the gist of it. Curses don't stop and thus, neither can he. You'll treasure the time he does have, at least.

You have been ever since he told you the truth about his job. What being with him would entail. He said it wouldn't be fair to keep it from you began getting serious.

It's only a matter of time before Kento retires and he can rest as much as he deserves. Malaysia. We should go on a trip soon. He's always wanted to go.

A comfortable silence falls over your room as you look at each other with a pair of matching smiles.

"Good morning," the blond's voice rumbles with a tired but satisfied hum. He reaches out a hand and you meet it halfway.

You kiss the back of his knuckles before pressing your lips to the tips of his fingers. "Morning," you whisper before holding his hand to your chest and twining your fingers.

You close your eyes and lean into his warmth. I never knew I could love somebody this much. The world is cold and cruel but Nanami Kento is proof that, despite that fact, there is still warmth and beauty to be found in it. "Let's just stay in bed today."

"And abandon our plans for brunch?"

"Yes," you say resolutely. There's no where you'd rather be than at home with your boyfriend.

Kento's thumb brushes the side of your fingers, "I normally wouldn't fight against staying in but it would be rude to the employees if we didn't go in for the reservation."

"Okay, okay," you groan. This is what happens when you make reservations and you're not selfish enough to inconvenience restaurant staff. "You take your shower fir-"

When you open your eyes, Kento is gone and the vibrant color and warmth of your room went with him.

The bed feels too large for one person.

Your hand isn't covered by another a few sizes larger than your own; it isn't engulfed in a palm that is a strange dichotomy of rough and soft. Instead your hand is in the open and bare, save for the ring gracing one of your fingers.

Finding it was an accident during a manic cleaning episode a few days prior. Kento had it hidden away neatly in a cupboard you almost always forgot you had.

Ah.

Reality sets in and your giddy smile drops.

Right.

1 WEEK AGO. OCTOBER 31, 2018 ; 23:15 ーThat's the time Itadori Yuuji tells you three words that destroy the center of your universe.

“Nanami is dead.”

Yuuji can’t look you in the eye when he tells you this, he can't bring himself to look. His fists shake at his side, but he forces himself to stay still awaiting your reaction. You're quietー too quiet. He closes his eyes to brace himself for whatever your reaction will be.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry. I couldn't..."

Will you yell at him?

Will you rightfully bring your hands down to strike him?

Or will you merely sob and have it haunt him for the rest of his days?

Nanami's gone and there's nothing of him to bring back for you.

"You've got it from here."

The least Yuuji can do is tell you what happened to the man that would never return home to you. Not even in pieces. There are so many bodies that can't be identified. So many people who will never go home to their families. Families that will never see their loved ones again.

He can't tell all of themー but Yuuji can at least tell you.

There's movement in front of him and Yuuji welcomes however your emotions have chosen to manifest. Yet when he feels your arms wrap around him, his eyes jolt wide open. "He saved you, didn't he?" Your voice is soft, melancholic. Sadness clings to your tone but he can't mistake the blithe and relief mixed in it.

"He saved you, didn't he?"

"I-" Yuuji's cracked lips feel even drier. "But I-"

"Don't ever apologize to me for living," it's the angriest you've sound since he stepped foot in your house and even then it's a delicate anger. "Kento saved you because he believed in you, I believe in you too. There's nothing for me to forgive."

The warm tones of the apartment you once shared with one of the greatest individuals Yuuji's ever known is beginning to blur. "I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore. I can't ever protect anyone that I want to save. Nanami should be here-"

At those words, you hug him even tighter. "I know that man better than anyone," you tell him firmly with that knowing tone all adults possess. "Kento didn't regret anything and I know he would do it all over again. I'm happy and blessed that I was able to fall in love with someone with such a big heart. So trust me when I tell you that Kento adored you and he would happy you're alive. I'm happy your alive. It's the job of us adults to worry about you troublemakers. So please, don't blame yourself. Kento would want you to hear that."

When the tears spill and the sobs rack his body, Yuuji feels resentment more than grief. All the while you hugged him tightly, rubbing circles into his back. You who should be crying right now if anything. You who should be angry at him.

He wants you to be angry at him.

"Why can't you just be mad at me?" Yuuji whimpers into the crook of your neck.

You kiss the side of his head despite how undoubtedly gross it must be from the sweat and blood and dirt its collected over the night. "Because I love you, you silly boy. Me and Kento."

That's what breaks him the most.

.

“Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" Your expression is one of concern as you both stand at the door. "I can whip up something while you're in the bath. I'm sure I can find something of Kento's that you can fit."

Yuuji's grin is weak but he shakes his head, "it's okay. I've got a ride back to the school. They're probably sick of waiting for me."

With a smile and a final exchange of farewells, you close the door with a sigh. Yuuji is a strong kid, you know that much. Still that doesn’t stop you from worrying about him. I hope he takes everything I said to heart. Even just a little, bit by bit, until the boy is able to believe your words fully. You know the man you love, Kento wouldn’t have regretted anything.

I should have tried a little harder to convince him to stay for at least a shower and dinner. That driver could have waited a few more minutes. Or I could have invited them in to eat as well. You press your forehead against the door, welcoming the coolness on your skin. You’ll check on Yuuji tomorrow you think as silence truly settles over your apartment.

It's in that silence that you finally notice the shaking of your hands. No they've been shaking the entire time. You're thankful Yuuji was too distraught to notice.

He's gone, that's all that had been racing through your mind when those three words left Yuuji's lips.

I can’t let this poor boy see me cry.

It wouldn't have been fair to him. He blamed himself enough, you could see the self-hatred all over his face.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

It’s simultaneously a relief you can’t hear Yuuji’s footsteps anymore as much as it fills you with further dread.

Kento isn’t coming home.

Your chest heaves dryly as quiet gasps slip from your lips and your knees buckle.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgoneー

Your throat clenches as a sob finally escapes your throat.

"Kento..."

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #timestamp #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #allie and i talked about it and here i am now

[neosero]

[ 11:30pm ]

you’re his favorite, though it doesn't feel like it sometimes

word count | 1.5k+

noteworthy mentions | gn!reader; gojo x reader; jujustu-college!au; unimportant but the reader cursed-technique uses tattoos;

blue-eyed freak

you still mad at me :)

As soon as you open your messages you regret it. Of course you’re still mad — leaving you to handle the after mission briefings was one thing you’re used to, but getting ditching to find a way home alone on the count that he wanted to go limited souvenir shopping in Puerto Rico is a step too far.

The speech bubbles appear almost as soon as you open the message, like he knows you’ve seen it and you don’t doubt the possibility. You turn your phone off and toss it to the side, choosing to finish your course work rather than give him the satisfaction of knowing you’ve seen it.

Still, your phone vibrates once then after an hour it goes off again. This is normal for Satoru really — a triple text then radio silence until he’s had enough of the silent treatment. Then he comes barreling through your dorm room as if it was his own. You’d thought about reporting him before or at least asking for a change in partnership, but he would most likely find a way to prevent that from going through. As your senior he can get away with it — that and the higher-ups just about bend over backwards for him.

His radio silence lasts about another two hours just as the moon reaches her summit for the night, then three curt knocks echo through your dorm room.

Gojo never knocks.

He might tap his fingers along the door to his new favorite song of the day, yell at you to open up or he’ll break it down again, he may come in through the window at times or somehow get Geto to use a curse to unlock your door for him like a mad man…

But he never knocks.

You stand, work nearly finished but long forgotten and head to the door. You don’t feel an over abundance of cursed energy nor do you hear the tell tale giggling of a prank getting set up just outside when you place your ear against the cool steel. Confused, you finally look through the peephole and see nothing. You open the door, casting your gaze down the hall to be met with common silence.

You almost believe you were ding-dong-ditched by the man you wanted to avoid, until a note falls off your door and at your feet. COME TO THE ROOF, it reads with no signature; although you recognize the handwriting as if it were your own. You wish you had the self control to ignore it — to ignore him, but you don't. Geto likes to say that it's what makes you both so perfect for each other no matter how much you tell him to shut it. Even when you throw his remark over your shoulder it still clings to you like a shadow.

Like now, pushing open the emergency exit doors to the roof of your building. The Autumn night weather picks at your clothed skin as soon as you walk outside and the stars seem to mock you as they flicker amongst themselves within the sky. You stuff your hands in your pockets for warmth.

Scanning the rooftop for your daily tormenter, you are met with the nights silence. You walk around the roof egress to see if he was hiding. The rooftop isn’t that spacious, so if he was here he would’ve been in eyeshot. He isn't.

The only gullible idiot you find on the roof is the one in your own reflections. You shuffle to the gate surrounding the top of the building. Looking down, you can see the faint glow of dragonflies dancing within the shrubs and flowers. Butterflies follow suit jumping from one flower to the next. The cicadas join together in a sad symphony, giving weight to your sudden walk of shame. At least something is enjoying the night.

What were you hoping for anyway?

A sigh bubbles out of you before you can stop it. Anything really.

A sudden pulse of cursed energy hits your senses with a force. Quickly, turn on your heels. Has the bearer been breached again? Your hand pulls up your sleeve, ready to conjure a shikigami from your skin but stops short.

Gojo sits atop the gate opposite to you. He kicks his feet about like a child, smirk pulling at his lips with your jumpy behavior. The feeling of that overbearing has gone just as soon as it came. That prick.

"Didn't think you'd show." He speaks first jumping from the top of the fence. You give no reply in return. Instead, you lean against the gate head turned away from him to eye the distant buildings. Even if you did come all this way to see him, he still isn't forgiven.

Gojo chuckles to himself, "Still mad."

He sighs, faint clouds of breath leave his parted lips at your continued silence. The subtle annoyance brings a sense of joy that you hide away.

He strides to you, the sounds of his shoes hitting the asphalt overbearing all other sounds of night. In the moment you think of all the things he would say when he gets to you …

( 'Come on, it was a one time thing I swear!' or 'Ijichi was in the area anyway.' maybe even a 'As a Grade One that was light-work, I knew you would have made it back no sweat.' )

… or what he’ll do.

( You had made the mistake of voicing your complaints about Gojo to Geto once, thinking it would be all in good fun. And remain confidential. That same day you found yourself ascended high above Japan, clinging desperately to the cause of your afflictions. Gojo called it an apology — showing you the sites of the city. You still believe it as a threat. )

With the jujutsu world’s biggest enigma you can never guess what he’ll do in any given circumstance. That being said, you fain indifference as he stands in-front of you in all his ‘Special Grade’ glory. Tall and lengthy and powerful. He’s in a class of his own in every department and it’s infuriating to always have to look up at him — in both status and everyday life.

An anomaly both in and out of work. He toys with curses one day then snaps them in half before you can blink the next. Choosing to toy with you for days like your back in grade school, then leave you notes to come see him at night in private. He’s made it his mission to keep you guessing.

He still doesn't give you a chance to think about his next moves even now. Not when he throws himself on you like a limp sake of potatoes. You reach to grab him without a second thought. Your arms wrap and his waist to stabilize him, and his wrap around your shoulders in a hug. He buries his face into the point where your neck meets your shoulders and breathes in deep. You have to fight the urge to shiver. Not because of what he did but because you're touching him. And he's warm.

“I’m sorry.”

Oh.

Your shoulders stiffen and he laughs into your neck with the action.

Gojo Satoru never apologizes. He is the highest point of Jujustu Society; the personification of cursed energy itself since the last incarnation of the six eyes. He was raised as a god, the top of the society; you had thought apologizing was beneath him.

"It's fine." You say, unsure of just what you are supposed to say. It apparently isn't that. Gojo pulls off of you with a deep frown.

"It's not fine."

"What I did wasn't cool, and I'd rather the last time we saw each other not be with you hating my guts."

The last time we saw each other?

What does he mean by that? Your mouth opens but he beats you with the answer.

"The higher ups have assigned Geto and I on a mission, but this one is different. One even I don't think we’ll come back unscathed. So, I just wanted to—"

"Wait! Why are you telling me all this Satoru? I don’t understand?" It is weird to see him this open with you, especially with all that has led you to come up here in the first place. The thought of him being sick or faintly under the influence rocks through your mind. Gojo is honestly awestruck with your confused face.

"You really haven't noticed, huh? Guess I do owe Shoko that five."

He pulls off his glasses, placing six eyes all on you.

"It's 'cause you're my favorite and I don't know how far I'd be without you here."

His gaze is piercing, blue eyes just as bright as the full moon tonight. You had no idea what to say before but now you're really stunned. Here is Gojo Satoru laying down his emotions to you on a cold Autumn night. It’s strange; there is a feeling festering in you that you’ve never felt before with him. Is this genuine concern, hope or something else. Whatever it is you can’t tell but for that moment you believed that heartfelt look in his eyes…

Until he starts laughing. He lets a grand puff of air before he tries to hide his giggles poorly, “Sorry, sorry.”

You shove him away from you with an eye roll, but he still shows you a toothy grin.

"You really know how to ruin a moment, ya'know that?"

"Yeah, I do. But you still love me for it."

#he makes me so violent #and yet i wrote out this mess :/ #quick piece in between the request so i do not burn myself out #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen x gender neutral reader #gojo x reader #[ gem’s timestamps — ⌚️]

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

🇷 🇺 🇳 🇳 🇮 🇳 🇬 🇴 🇳 🇪 🇲 🇵 🇹 🇾

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Genre: College Au, F!boy Gojo, Mildly Suggestive

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Drugs/Substances, Homewrecking

Word count: 367

[1:10am] - It wasn't part of the plan to arrive cross-faded to the function. Sharing two infused blunts led to another round of blue raspberry tequila mixers in your green solo cup. Depending on which color cup and corresponding glow stick bracelet you had, let everyone know what your relationship status was.

Pink = Taken

Purple = DTF

Light Blue = Single AF

And Green = Complicated

Your relationship wasn't complicated, much like everyone else who was probably lying about theirs via their cups of choice. You simply were sick of your current partner's childish antics, which ended up with your phone being on DND for the last week or so.

Not much to your surprise, another you were familiar with was drinking from a purple cup. He knew damn well his on-again/off-again girlfriend would have his head, yet there was she was yelling at him from what you could make out under the blacklights from across the room. She shoved him away, smacking his cup out of his hand.

He tries talking sense into her, but she shoves him, walking up the stairs to the second floor. You're not saying he deserves it, though. This is the same guy who's flirt with you in class asking if he could get a taste of your lip gloss whenever you happen to reapply it during your lectures together. Always staring at your lips.

Furthermore, you weren't a fan of her either. You're still on the fence about him, unsure if he's worth the risk.

You mistakenly make eye contact across the crowded room. His ocean eyes softened your way behind his snowy tresses despite what had transpired. He ran his hand through them as you waved him over, his diamond stud earrings catching your sight the closer he got.

"She stay giving you hell, huh blue eyes?"

He shakes his head, looking down at you. "She wasn't all that to begin with. I think tonight was her and I's last straw..."

Gojo lowered his lips towards the shell of your ear. "If you wanna cheer me up, nows the time."

"In the bathroom or in your car?" You asked and squeezed his hand.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you in. "My car. Now."

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[animehideout]

Suguru Geto Timestamp.

Warnings: ANGST

a/n: First time writing angst, but imma write a oneshot based on this timestamp as a continuation with a happy ending

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

{ 7:30PM }

You stood under the rain, a scant distance between you and Suguru. Crazy how people can change in a mere span of hours.

Hands trembling, tears salty and mingled with rain drops.

You locked eyes, begging him to stay.

It was only yesterday, you both bared your souls confessing your feelings, crowning it with a first tender kiss.

But now you realized your first kiss was a farewell and not the inception of a love story.

“I know why you're here, so go ahead and end me”

“End you? I love you Suguru” You wept.

“Some things do transcend love”

“Stay” you pled.

“I'll return when I've crafted a better world for both of us, a realm only for sorcerers” he said disappearing into the darkness.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen masterlist #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk geto suguru #geto suguru angst #angst #timestamp #jujutsu geto #gojo x reader #gojo x you #nanami kento headcanons #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #sukuna x reader smut #jjk gojo #jjk nanami #jjk choso #choso headcanons #choso x reader #sukuna headcanons #toji headcanons #anime headcanons

[lulla-bee]

omg they really did change that scene in the ending

#nobara will always be there <3 #as it should #23:11 timestamp from ep 36 by the way #she's so cute #uh oh im scared why did they change it #is there a catch #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk s2 #jjk ep 36 #kugisaki nobara #lulla-bee #lulla-bee talks

[thegoodgege]

Also, in case yall haven't seen this work of art

#id like to kiss the editor on the mouth for using #black swan #the timestamps are insane #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shibuya incident #shibuya incident arc #bts

[akugyu]

pairing : gojo satoru x reader.

genre : angst. mental health awareness. sweet gojo <3

word count : 1.2k

warnings : severely unedited, and contains word vomit. . . this is a vent post for myself, and mental health. it does not at all depict any specific form of illness, nor is it meant to be accurate for each individual. this is for me, and my emotional stability. it’s how me, myself, and i, feel.

11:25 AM.

"i think that our last mission actually went pretty well! fushiguru, nobara, and i handled it all quickly. gojo sensei even said he was proud of us!" yuuji spoke to you, walking side by side with the other two students that he cared so deeply about.

the only issue was… you stopped listening. it wasn't that you were uninterested, or didn't care about the excitedness that took him over. in fact, you cared about them all very much. you wanted to listen, to hear every word and be proud of the group for getting stronger and working together; but you couldn't. not when your hearing kept fading in and out. your ears only caught every other word, unable to piece any of them together. with each step you took, you felt it got harder to breathe. your eyesight occasionally unfocused, everything within just a few feet of you going blurry. only the outline of shapes could be seen.

were you just asked a question by someone? you couldn't quite tell. the only thing that sounded in your head was an obnoxiously loud buzzing, that made your brain go fuzzy. as if on cue, your sight clouded again. a seemingly innocent pebble landed in your way, causing your ankle to just barely twist as you hit the harsh sidewalk belonging to the jujutsu school. your body tripped forwards, and you landed with a thud on your knees. that was it. it had to be. just a little scrap to your body, and you'd be on your way again. hopeful to finish the conversation you had tried desperately to engage yourself in.

… only, the buzzing grew louder.

it pounded on your head, abusing your skull as if it had been a cage that the sound was trapped in. pounding, pounding, and pounding to be released. why wouldn't it stop?

make it stop! you silently begged to yourself, the plea going unheard by everyone as they watched in horror. what had gotten into you? the three students stepped away, afraid to speak, console, or even touch you. they didn't understand. why were you pulling so violently at your hair? why were you screaming out into the courtyard that the noises wouldn't stop?

it grew more intense. your skin began to feel as if it had a creature underneath it. crawling beneath it quickly and steadily, only before it began clawing at you. it wanted out. the anxiety wanted to rip you to shreds, and it made you dig at your skin for it to stop. another painful scream echoed out of your lips, sounding as if your throat had already gone hoarse as you did nothing but sob into your hands begging for it all to stop. had you finally cracked? every feeling and emotion that you hid beneath the surface– the worry, fear, and anxiety, all crept through until it could chip away and leave you here. a void of your own doing.

hands fell onto your shoulders, bringing your shaking frame into something steady. the feeling made you jump back, looking to escape. the embrace only tightened. he should have known to not touch you so suddenly without warning; but something had to ground you quickly and get you somewhere quiet to breathe. he didn't have the time to wait. especially not when he heard your screams from across the campus, and became burdened with his own fear for you. realizing you had nowhere to run, you opened your eyes to stare up at what had held you. gojo satoru kept you secure to his chest, while you struggled to breathe.

his lips were moving… what was he saying? you couldn't read them, and your ears refused to pick up on any sound other than your heart beating violently against your ribs. you needed to hear that voice. to feel his own heart instead of yours. you needed– yet you couldn't have. listen to him speak, dammit, you thought to yourself. tears streaming freely as you couldn't escape the mental prison you had somehow locked yourself in.

"gojo, what's happening to y/n?!" itadori asked, concern contorting his expression.

nobara was next, almost in tears of her own. "are they going to be okay? what can we do?!"

gojo shared a look of pain with megumi, hoping he'd understand. he had to get you far away from here, and keep you somewhere safe and to yourself. he knew this would happen, he tried so hard to protect you from the world; but it turned out he couldn't protect you from yourself. gojo looked relieved as megumi turned away from the two of you, grabbing his friends hands and dragging them towards the dormitories. shouts of disapproval and frustration from them could be heard by everyone in a ten mile radius. you could almost make out the words… until your sight refocused on gojo's lips. he was talking. was it to you? what was he saying?

come on, heart. shut up… quiet down, would you?!

"i'm sorry i wasn't here sooner, dove. i should've noticed you weren't okay," he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours as he began to lift you into his arms. "i'm going to take it all away for a little while, alright? long enough for you to rest, and come back to me so that i can help properly this time. i need you to be okay, i can't lose you."

truthfully, your boyfriend was terrified for you. it had never gotten this bad before, and he knew that he had no way of truly helping you escape the place you were often stuck in. he couldn't do much… but he could gently press two of his fingers to your forehead, mumble an i love you that you couldn't hear, and cause you to sleep in his arms. it wasn't a permanent fix, but it allowed you to stop crying, and for your heart to cease its aggressive palpitations.

when you awoke, he vowed to see to your peace.

time no longer felt real with you tucked away in his apartments. your senses regained their purpose, but you clung to him like a wounded child that was lost. over and over, all you could mutter into his skin was soft 'i love you's'. nothing peaceful would ever last for you, that much you knew. no matter what you did, you would never find happiness so pure that it would save you from the darkest parts of yourself. the parts that caused your own destruction time, after time. not every moment could be laughter, and serenity.

. . . but with gojo satoru around, you could at least breathe without restrictions.

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[blue-rhapsody]

I proudly present the new worms in my mind, they live there rent free

Close-ups baby

#*me looking at the 4 hour timestamp on this* #me: yeah im completely normal about this show #I definitely don’t have pages of my sketchbook covered in practice for this #definitely not #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #gojo satoru #geto suguru #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #maki zenin

[jotatetsuken]

[ 11:30 PM ] : i found a reason for me... and the reason is you

⊹ notes: ever since i found out that @bxnten’s favorite, haruchiyo sanzu and my favorite, kento nanami, share the same birthdate (july 3rd, 1990), i wanted to surprise her with a scenario including the four of us. also, this is my first ever timestamp, and i hope you like this one, cat ^_^ happy birthday, sanzu and kento ♥️♥️ hope you never let the both of us go <3 ⊹ wc: 875

i wrote this while i was completely tired, but i had this idea and i didn't want this idea to fade away. also, please note this is not a x reader fic, but something i’m trying. nevertheless, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ♥️

the doorbell rings, startling me, as i juggle with coming up with the final touches for the ny strip steak with fettuccine pasta, and the shrimp ahijo. i wipe the sweat off my brow, as i turn off the stove, turn on the exhaust, and take the apron off of me, as i open the door in my casual clothes.

as i opened the door, my eyes were drawn to the stunning black dress with off-shoulders that cat was wearing, her tresses complementing her flawless makeup. seeing her radiant smile was a sight for sore eyes. on both of her hands were two different bags, one of which had an overwhelming smell of cream cheese, and the other, a familiar smell i couldn’t quite recall.

i concernedly raised an eyebrow, greeting her, “cat! you made it! I needed your help in something. would it be possible for you to—” she then interrupted me, barging into the kitchen, leaving me behind to close the main door, responding with a soothing voice, “shyna, why don’t you go and change? it’s okay, i’ll plate everything up. haru’s on his way. where’s kento?”

as i’m about to walk upstairs to my bedroom, seeing cat in our kitchen made my shoulders droop in relief as i heavily pant, “cat, kento’s on his way too. it’s surprising, he’s never this late. should i be concerned?” cat clicked her tongue, as she got the plates out, and started arranging the dishes carefully, replying with a stern voice, “shyna, that man’s been working harder these past few days, to provide for you, and spoil you with immense treasures. today is his turn to be spoiled by you, like how i’ll be spoiling haru tonight. so, until he comes back home soon, you go and freshen up, and i’ll get everything ready, okay?”

when i thank cat, and run into the bedroom to freshen up, i start thinking about my friendship with cat, and the makeshift double date we planned despite all the restaurants cancelling our reservations for no apparent reason. even though i only knew cat for a short time, i could tell she valued her friendships and relationships. She has always been one of the strongest women i have ever known. after finding out that our s/o’s, haruchiyo sanzu and kento nanami, shared the same birthday, we decided to celebrate it together.

there was one teeny bit of a problem. both of our men aren’t exactly on good terms with each others. other than them sharing the same date, and being intelligent, and strategic in common, there was nothing that could help them get along with each other well. however, they would always try making conversations with each other, for our sake.

fifteen minutes later, as i walked downstairs, wearing a maroon halter-neck dress with my hair washed, dried, and straightened with the ends a bit curled, cat’s eyes widened in surprise as she replied, “wow, shyna. you’re looking absolutely gorgeous! he’s so lucky to have you,” to which i smile and then turn my head to the dining table, and noticed that while i made the ahijo for kento and the strip steak for her, she baked the cheesecake for haru, and made aglio olio pasta for me.

as i was about to mouth a “thank you,” the clock struck midnight, and the door immediately opened. to our surprise, we noticed our men laughing, and telling jokes to each other, causing the both us to wonder, what exactly is happening?

the one who sported a rosy pink mullet, haruchiyo, flashed a grin at both of us, exclaiming, “i’d met nanami-kun outside while i was parking my motorcycle, and he seemed rather stiff, so, i— oh, the cheesecake!!” he whizzed past us to the kitchen, causing me to look at kento who seemed more cheery than usual.

cat then asked him while he was about to have a piece of the cheesecake, “haru, what did you do?” haruchiyo then threw a smirk our way and replied, “so i may have given him something that’s more than what he can handle,” causing me to scowl at him, and rush to kento, helping him sober up. he then chuckled, replying, “sorry shyna, but the whole party would’ve been ruined otherwise.”

as everyone settled down at the dining table, everyone dug into the meals, and kento spoke after a very long time, saying, “cat, shyna, you really didn’t have to do this, ’cause we love what you do for us anyway.” that’s when i leaned closer to kento, and responded, “baby, cat reminded me that you’ve been working harder of late, to spoil me and this is my turn to spoil you. so, today, you and haruchiyo deserved to be spoiled by us. happy birthday to the men in our lives.”

as cat nodded in agreement, with all of us conversing and having a good time, haruchiyo and kento looked over us, then at each other, and for a second, their lives before they met us flashed before their eyes, and they realized that they found a reason for us to live, to find joy in their lives, and the reason was us, and they would surely not like to have it any other way <3

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[h0pela]

TIMESTAMPS

fandom : jujutsu kaisen , my hero academia , haikyuu, tokyo revengers

☆ MHA

[3:09] - Kirishima eijirou

☆ HAIKYUU

[2:43] - Kuroo Tetsuro

☆ TOKYO REVENGERS

☆ JUJUTSU KAISEN

#timestamp #anime #manga #haikyuu #hq #tokyo revenger #x reader #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen

[enkvyu]

☆ ┈ jujutsu kaisen masterlist !

main genre key: angst (a) fluff (f) crack (c) mature (m) horror (h)

imagines:

worst case scenario — gojo satoru ; (f)

just friends — gojo satoru ; (f)

couple therapy — gojo satoru ; (f)

timestamps:

3:36pm — gojo satoru ; (c)

— gojo takes you, shoko and getou for a drive and you almost get taken to the pearly white gates right then and there

3:19pm — gojo satoru ; (f)

— gojo’s pathetic attempt at asking you out on a date somehow ends in his favour

12:45am — gojo satoru ; (f)

— after overhearing you talk abt your ideal someone, gojo tries his hardest to live up to those standards and miserably fails

7:02pm — gojo satoru ; (f)

— part two to the above imagine due to popular demand

5:22pm — gojo satoru ; (a)

— gojo comes back to life but he is no longer the person you remember

8:12am — gojo satoru ; (f)

— you’re sick and the wellness of your body is in gojo’s hands

9:45am — gojo satoru ; (f)

— gojo confesses to you when you’re still in your pyjamas, eating sushi and with your bestfriends sitting right beside you

2:24am — getou suguru ; (f)

— the spark of your relationship w getou begins with a cigarette kiss

6:26pm — getou suguru ; (a)

— blackcat n spiderman au where getou’s embrace used to be a constant place of comfort, and now you make your final stop

fics [coming soon]:

a midnight scheme — gojo satoru ; (f)

— after transmigrating into a novel u never rlly gave the time of day, you realise you’ve been doomed into a body w an inevitable deathflag. unless, of course, you leave straight away. unfortunately for you, fate seems intent in making you the main character and you’re swept into a scheme of treason and high society, and of course of him.

heaven lies above us — gojo satoru ; (a)

— love is the most twisted curse of all. even though every action you make is fuelled by the purest love, it all seems to end in tragedy. thrown into a zombie apocalypse of your own making, you wonder if it’s hope that lies beyond the tunnel, or misfortune.

even if the world ends tomorrow — gojo satoru ; (f)

— they say the world will end tomorrow, so what will you do today? it looks like the answer is running havoc in the city with your best friend and two random strangers.

time intimacy — gojo satoru ; (a)

— even on your deathbed, gojo won’t show up. until he does, and you’re quickly reminded of what it’s like to live in his world. time only passes by as the two of you spend your final day in each other’s company.

cardiac arrest — gojo satoru ; (f)

— what’s this feeling in your chest? a frantic pumping, a rush of heat and dizziness, a sudden inclination to kick your feet and giggle. it only ever seems to happen around your one and only enemy, gojo satoru, but it’s all a coincidence, right?

headcannons:

jjk characters as spiderman pt. one (f) (a)

jjk characters as spiderman pt. two (f) (a)

jjk characters x reader who hasn’t moved on (a)

sashisu dynamics with you ☆ (old writing) (f) (a)

getou as your bf (f)

smaus:

two-faced — gojo satoru ; (c)

scenarios:

one

two

three

four

five

six

ask game requests:

one

two

rambles:

shoko angst one (old writing)

shoko angst two (old writing)

shoko angst three (old writing)

[itadoir]

mighty stranger

# jujutsu kaisen, gojo satoru x reader

fluff, angst, set during geto defect timestamp, 2.1k wc

an: gojooooooooo oneshot!! not proofread or edited

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

your love for gojo satoru is boundless, and he knows it.

it didn’t take long after meeting him before he pierced your soul and pushed you down an abyss of love. there was not even a moment of fear, of peering down at the dark nothingness, as you fell.

he didn’t need his six eyes to see how pure the love you felt towards him was. he didn’t need to make a note of every small movement you made, any hint that there were ulterior motives other than the fact that you loved him, to be with him. with you, he didn’t need to keep up his iron walls of defense that accompanied him through all his younger years.

“and shoko’s too busy with her study to help me,” he whines. he digs his face further into your chest as he lays between your legs, long arms snaking beneath your loose t-shirt as he wraps them around your waist. your arms hang around the nape of his neck loosely. you shift your body so that your back presses comfortably against the wooden headboard of your bed.

“is that so?” your face crinkles in adoration.

satoru turns his head once it gets too hot to breathe comfortably. your eyes, curled into a crescent shape that charmingly accompanied your smile, trail over the messy strands of snowy hair and onto his ears and then onto the outlines of his nose and lips. satoru’s eyelashes were long enough to brush against his cheekbones, you note.

“yeah!” his bottom lips jut out, “how do i polish my technique if she doesn’t help me!”

your fingers find their way into his hair, brushing out the very few tangles, “because you’re the strongest, ‘toru.”

the pout quickly turns into a shy smile, like a kid who just received compliments from their parent. he pulls his head up, leaning closer to your face.

that was his indication for wanting a kiss. you giggled, giving in.

strongest.

in his younger years, as soon as he could piece together sentences, satoru noticed that the words ‘the strongest’ would follow closely behind his name in any given conversation. even as he looked at other children his age burying their faces into their parents’ necks or holding hands with a friend as they engaged in a casual playdate, he would never admit that those two words left a sour aftertaste in his mouth.

he spends much of his childhood either behind the walls of his clan’s compound or engaging in fights against curses. servants and clan members alike would bow their heads down and walk the other way around if they sensed the presence of the prodigy.

gojo satoru is the strongest, but he is human before that. and loneliness creeps up on him like a ghost, always trailing a few steps behind. it was like a stain in a shirt that was impossible to get rid of even if the epidermis of your fingertips had broken away while scrubbing it with your hands. those two words were branded onto him with an invisible scalding iron the moment he was born, haunting him like a curse. a curse that even the strongest could not rid himself of.

it wasn’t until his enrollment into jujutsu high and meeting you, shoko, and suguru, that it all changed.

he remembers his first mission with you. you, gifted with a powerful cursed technique. you, fully capable of defending yourself against a semi-grade 1 curse but rendered immobile as fear shocks your nerves. the neurotransmitter in your body seem to be malfunctioning as you chant ‘move! move!’ internally but still unable to make any physical movement.

satoru rolled his eyes, looking down on you. a powerful technique wasted, he thought at the time.

it barely took a flick of his finger before the curse was exorcised.

pushing his pride aside, he walks up to you and offers you a hand. your legs had given out on you. dust and dirt collect on the jujutsu high uniform skirt while you sat on the ground, still not recovered.

“i’m the strongest,” he proclaimed, “you won’t die on a mission with me.”

since then, you followed behind him like a lost puppy, replacing the ghost known as loneliness that previously loomed over every second of his life.

“yeah,” he smirked, pulling away from the kiss, “i’m the strongest.”

if someone were to ask when was the moment satoru fell in love with you, it would be the moment you first met his eyes. at first, you were like another one of those gutless weaklings in his clan, always keeping your head down and never looking him, or anyone matter of fact, in the eyes.

a few months after being acquainted with you, shoko and suguru came up to him to ask about what gifts you would like.

“gifts?” a slender eyebrow perked up.

“yeah,” suguru shrugged, “it’s her birthday next week. you spend the most time with her, so you probably know what she likes best, right?”

he pursed his lips. the concept of friends celebrating birthdays was still one that was foreign to him. though he sometimes thought of you as pesky by the way you always trailed after him, it was undeniable that you were possibly the closest person he could consider a “friend.” memories about daifuku, specifically strawberry daifuku’s, came to his head. every few weeks, you would bring him boxes of dessert, most of the time being daifuku, carefully wrapped before being placed in a white paper bag and handed to him.

“she likes desserts.”

he assumed you liked daifuku because it was the thing that you most often gifted him. you thought he liked daifuku because you caught him staring at it once when the two of you passed by a bakery.

shortly after the conversation, he embarked on a journey to buy “the best daifuku in japan!” gojo satoru put more effort into planning your birthday than he had for any other event in his life. balloon, confetti, banner, birthday hats, and a customized two-level cake.

his heart beats fast as he drums his finger against the wooden surface of the teacher’s podium while waiting for shoko and you. he felt sick, like he was about to throw up. suguru threw a knowing smirk at him when gojo voiced those feelings out loud.

the white-haired man’s head snapped towards the door as he hears footsteps–shoko stomping particularly loud just in case the two ended up bickering and missing your footsteps. he adjust the pointy birthday hat on his head and whispers at suguru to do the same.

utterly, helplessly in love and he didn’t even know it.

“happy birthday!” he gleams, twisting a confetti popper as the door slides open.

after months, you finally raised your head, meeting his piercing eyes with your shaky orbs as tears line your bottom lid.

“h-hey! don’t cry!” satoru panics, a rosy pink painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he rushes to your side. he digs in his pockets for a handkerchief, only to pull out a slightly moist piece of cloth.

he sweated more than usual today.

“sorry,” your future lover muttered, stuffing the cloth back into his pockets, “got kinda dirty.”

“no-! thank you, gojo-san,” a grin blooms on your face. to this day, he still swears that the world stopped right then for cupid to shoot an arrow through his heart.

from beside the two of you, shoko and suguru share a look.

it doesn’t take long before your boyfriend’s breaths even out as he gets lulled to sleep in the same position, ears pressed against your chest as he listens to the rhythmic beating of your heart.

fatigue was evident through your dark bags and droopy eyes but sleep did not come to you as easily as it did for him. you stayed awake, running your fingers through his hair until it felt like you could remember the placement of every strand of his silky hair. your eyes stayed on the side of his face and the smile never left your face, though at some point it turned from adoration to somewhat melancholic.

suguru’s question repeats over and over again like a mantra.

earlier in the day, you met up with him in the laboratory, forced to make up an experiment that you two missed whilst attending a mission. attending jujutsu high does not equate to being able to skip core classes you would attend in a normal high school.

“should be easy enough,” you shrugged as you skimmed over the instructions, “simple titration.”

“not as simple as it seems,” suguru busies himself with prepping all the materials, “you have to be very meticulous. one drop too little and the color disappears. one drop too much and the solution’s overly titrated, meaning the experiment failed.”

you and suguru have gotten closer. satoru has been hell-bent on becoming the strongest and shoko was never sent off on dangerous missions in the first place, meaning the two of you would embark on missions together.

and you two were rather similar. gifted with powerful techniques that come at the expense of burdening your own body.

a sigh escapes your lips as you rub your temple. migraines have become a frequent visitor in your life now. you wanted nothing more than to go home; instead, you had to spend more time in this lab and then go and wait for your lovely boyfriend.

it doesn’t take a genius to tell that you’re burned out. dark circles were visible even with the layer of foundation and concealer on. you run your tongue over your pale, dry lips as you dig in your bag for a tube of lip gloss. your friend would’ve made a comment about your lethargy if it wasn’t for the fact that he was almost in the same state as you–fatigued and exhausted.

he doesn’t say much at all, only carefully adding the standard solution drop by drop. you don’t say much either, hands clasped on the neck of the flask and you swirled the glassware carefully.

it was almost magical. when the liquids made contact, a bright pink color was produced, only to disappear seconds later. drop by drop, suguru adds the standard solution until the liquid in the flask finally turns light pink. almost perfect.

“hey, (y/n),” he starts off, “may i ask you a question?”

you nodded.

“do you think you can keep going as a jujutsu sorcerer? it’s not too hard for you?”

the world stops. the birds outside the windows stop chirping and the air suddenly feels suffocating.

if it was up to you, you would’ve never become a jujutsu sorcerer.

you were tired. tired of burdening and tormenting your body for non-sorcerers who gratefully thanked you one second and went on to curse someone else the next. it was a never-ending cycle, as long as humans were to exist, so would curses. and you would have to spend the rest of your limited days battling curses to the point of exhaustion until maybe one day you would come across a curse strong enough to kill you.

you never voiced your distaste for non-sorcerers out loud. there are one too many that walk away with their noses stuck up to the sky as they grunt about how you just made them late and ruined their day, right after you had just saved their lives. how could one blame them for their ignorance towards the existence of curses? but how could anyone blame you for wanting to leave all this?

but your parents, and satoru–most importantly satoru–, would want this.

and you love satoru so much that whatever souls are made up of, his and yours are the same. his miseries are yours, and so are his desires.

your eyes stayed glued on the flask, the surface of the light pink liquid still swirling in a spiral. accidentally, another drop of the standard solution falls in. in the span of a millisecond, the solution turns hot pink. a saturated color that was unpleasant to look at.

suguru sighed, standing up straight, “bleh. let’s just copy off of shoko.”

you bit your lips, “yeah.”

the first ray of sunshine peaks through your window when the sun meets with the ocean once again. you’re pulled back to reality.

perhaps you knew that the moment suguru uttered those words and planted the seed, your character would sway. perhaps that was why you spent your last moment remembering every curvature of his face, every freckle on his cheek as you offered your final farewell in silence.

right, suguru. you had a mission with suguru today.

112 residents of the village were killed, after which a fire…

(by the time jujutsu high investigated on september 21…

investigations confirmed that all 112 were…

residuals revealed to be the work suguru geto’s curse manipulation..

suspected accomplice, (y/n) (l/n)...

false.

suguru geto took a total of 113 lives that night. he violated the law of jujutsu sorcerers, using his curse manipulation to massacre a village he was tasked to help. 112 lives of civilians. non-sorcerers. and, on top of that, he took away the life of the strongest sorcerer, leaving behind an empty shell that was no longer gojo satoru but something he had always been known as, “the strongest,” in a world that suddenly turned into a mighty stranger.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk

[i6eyes]

saint. twenty. she/they. best viewed on : true blue ! 🎐satoru's pretty gorgshus sweetheart lover (his words)

visit i6eyes.carrd.co for rules & infos ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ⋆｡๋࣭ ⭑

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ : masterlist . . . !

works for haikyuu, attack on titan, and jujutsu kaisen

♡ = fluff, 𖦹 = nsfw, ✧ = crack, ✶ = most liked

✮ HAIKYUU

— sakusa kiyoomi

BLURBS

sakusa hates it when you cry ♡

sakusa doesn't say i love you ♡

contrary to popular beliefs ♡

sakusa used to hate kids ♡

all of you 𖦹

sakusa loved you with all of his heart, but .. ♡✧

sakusa loves your tits 𖦹✶

sakusa used to be insecure of his moles ♡

sakusa has never been a naturally soft person ♡✶

sakusa doesn't like the idea of toys 𖦹✶

— multiple

HEADCANONS

msby four and how they would react if you ask them to be your cameraman for your nsfw account 𖦹

RANDOM

i'm sorry if i bullied you i was tryna flirt ✧✶

✮ ATTACK ON TITAN

— jean kirstein

HEADCANONS

jean kirstein as your boyfriend (part one) ♡𖦹✶

jean kirstein as your boyfriend (part two) ♡𖦹✶

✮ JUJUTSU KAISEN

— gojo satoru

TIMESTAMPS / BLURBS

12:18 am. ♡

10:43 pm. ♡✶

2:05 am. ♡✶

cockette 𖦹

cigarettes ♡

— multiple

SERIES

code red (ft. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, and g. suguru) 𖦹

synopsis: the color red has an irresistible allure, charming and tantalizing all who gaze upon it. it exudes passion, intensity, and seduction, making it impossible to ignore. just a touch of red can ignite desire, evoke powerful emotions, and leave a lasting impression.

whether it's a bold red panty or the confidence of red nail polish, or even in a sultry shade of red lipstick or the vibrant hue of a red dress, this color has the ability to captivate and enthrall.

COPYRIGHT @/sciophobia @i6eyes. do not copy, modify, or repost my works anywhere.

#SAINTED ⋆ #🌐 . . NAViGATiON #read carrd before sending an ask !

[garoujo]

a collection of my favourite sfw drabbles, hcs + timestamps i’ve written!

TIMESTAMPS / DRABBLES

JUJUTSU KAISEN

GOJO SATORU

stronger with you

[6:13am] waking up gojo is never easy

[10:45pm] redefining love

[7:13pm] gojo satoru is sap — dad!au

[8:31pm] hurry home

[5:45pm] with you

a wedding is a good place for love.

[13:33pm]

merry christmas — family!au

[3:03am]

HEADCANONS

JUJUTSU KAISEN

VARIOUS

you put a pillow inbetween you both before bed — gojo, geto, nanami, megumi + itadori

you call them a petname for the first time — gojo, geto, nanami, megumi + itadori

you pull them in for a kiss by their belt — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

they find you up late — gojo, geto, nanami, megumi + itadori

the moments where they call you pretty — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you cuddle a pillow / plushie in bed instead of them — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you sleep in the guest bedroom after an argument — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

they notice you’re cold in the middle of the night — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you pretend you’re going to sleep on the couch — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

they suddenly get baby fever — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you tell them you’re sleepy — gojo, geto, nanami. itadori + megumi

waking them up for kisses — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

letting go of their hand while they’re driving — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you wear their clothes for the first time — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

they kiss you during an argument — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you randomly crawl into their lap — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you call them by their full name — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

you open up the blanket for them — gojo, geto, nanami, itadori + megumi

how they apologise after an argument — gojo, toji, itadori, megumi + geto

random dad hcs — gojo, megumi, itadori, nanami + geto

you dodge their kisses — gojo, megumi, itadori, geto + nanami

FICS / ONE SHOTS

JUJUTSU KAISEN

GOJO SATORU

coming soon

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#〄 — masterlist

[rewh0re]

JUJUTSU KAISEN. ໒ ۫𝅄🪶ׁ 𐀔࣭ ៸៸۫ (no spam liking pls!)

headcanons ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧

CAN I GET A KISS? — geto suguru, gojo satoru, nanami kento

fics ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧

MORE THAN JUST A DREAM — geto suguru

PATIENCE — nanami kento

timestamps ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧

11.55 am: a promise of always — fushiguro megumi

#jujustu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen masterlist #jjk masterlist #masterlist #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kajsen x you #jjk x you

[nomazee]

nora's mix-and-match 1,000 follower event

HEY GUYS... this has been a long time coming... i have been obsessively trying to figure out what i should do for this event in fear that i will disappoint everyone but i decided it's time to have fun. this is a joyous occasion and yes i was going to make everyone battle to the death but instead you get to pick a bunch of things and request a drabble from me ISN'T THAT BEAUTIFUL??? thank you all so much for the support, this blog is so old and i have had many hiatuses and it just makes me happy that people enjoy my writing... thank u all. I LOVE YOU.

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to request a drabble for this event, send in a character + a trope, word prompt, and/or timestamp! you can pick from one category or two or all three!

pick a pairing trope: (if you want one that's not listed here, just send it in!) 1. friends 2. roommates  3. coworkers  4. enemies/rivals 5. classmates 6. teachers/professors 7. celebrity and assistant/bodyguard 8. model and fashion designer 9. artist and nude model 10. neighbors 11. arranged marriage 12. fake dating

pick a one/two-word concept or prompt: some examples (but send in anything u think of!): sunlight, plant pot, beach, hands, linen, kitchen, stars, trust, soil, computer, whiteboard, sneakers, textbook

pick a timestamp: some examples: 7:29am, 9:35pm, 12:01pm

it’s mix and match, so have fun with it!!! if ur confused on the rules or anything--when in doubt just ask!

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my rules:

no nsfw requests! everything will be sfw or suggestive at MOST

everything will be character x reader

all requests will be drabbles (300-1000 words)

i will most likely default to romantic fics! if you want ur request to be platonic then let me know

one character per request since these are drabbles, but you can send multiple (separate) requests if you want!

you don't have to be following me to send a request!

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characters i write for (excuse the extensive list):

honkai star rail: dan heng, march 7th, welt, jing yuan, bronya, sampo, natasha, argenti, aventurine, dr. ratio, blade, kafka

genshin impact: kaeya, diluc, jean, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, ganyu, keqing, kazuha, thoma (i haven't played any quests since 2.6-ish so please keep that in mind...)

stardew valley: sebastian

jujutsu kaisen: gojo, geto, shoko, urahime, yuuta, maki

bungo stray dogs: dazai, atsushi, ranpo, chuuya, yosano, gin, higuchi, sigma

gokurakugai: alma, tao

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event taglist form linked here if you want to be tagged on all the drabbles i post for this event! everyone on my normal taglist will already be tagged!

requests for this event will close may 1st

any questions feel free to ask :* THANK YOU ALL :heart:

#nora hits 1k #honkai star rail x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #jjk x reader #genshin x reader #was close to getting an ulcer from the stress of making this event #i was like NOOOO THE TUMBLR GODS WILL SMITE ME IF IM NOT FUN ENOIGH???? #(it wasn’t that serious) #I’m so hyped for this #this… is beautiful #also yes maybe this is almost the same as one of the first events i did on this blog #dont.. judge me=