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boxer! geto with his cute little prima ballerina wife has been PLAGUING my mind!

warning! not proofread

Geto owns and lives in a busted down gym before he met you, but after he asked you to be his girl he made sure to build a small section for you in the gym to practice. You call it your at home studio!

Geto will absolutely go to every single one of your performances! He will sit front row and center just so you don’t struggle to find him. After the performance is over he will go backstage to hand you a bouquet of beautiful flowers the size of your torso!

When you finally convince Geto to move out of the gym and into your apartment he is shocked to say the least. Everywhere he walked there was some sort of equipment for ballet whether it was pointe shoes, a mini barre in your living room or the new leotards you’ve bought.

When you 2 started dating he would always be in such awe of how flexible you are (even in bed). Every morning he watches you do your daily stretches and it never fails to amaze him to see how easily you contorted your body. He also loves helping you stretch but that’s only because he gets to see your body in all new angles.

Getos favorite pass time for when your not around is watching videos of you dancing. He never would’ve thought that watching some of the same performances over and over again would be entertaining before he met you. But now he knows he’s sorely wrong.

Whenever you come home from a particularly hard day at rehearsals he will sit you down in his lap and give you kisses as you vent all bout it to him.

Geto loves seeing your beautiful face when he just finished beating the shit out of someone. He loves seeing the look of pride on your face when they lift his arm up to signify that he just won. He will run to you and he hugs you tightly. effortlessly lifting you up and spinning you around.

Geto loves putting boxing gloves on you and just telling you to hit him. The first time he did it he was surprisingly shocked how strong of a right hook you got on you. But he would be lying if he said that didn’t turn him on..

a/n just a few headcannons before I post their actual story! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! let me know if you would like to be on the taglist in my dms or comments! sweet days my lovies <3

[livinggxd3adgirl]

boxer! geto with his cute little prima ballerina wife has been PLAGUING my mind!

warning! not proofread

Geto owns and lives in a busted down gym before he met you, but after he asked you to be his girl he made sure to build a small section for you in the gym to practice. You call it your at home studio!

Geto will absolutely go to every single one of your performances! He will sit front row and center just so you don’t struggle to find him. After the performance is over he will go backstage to hand you a bouquet of beautiful flowers the size of your torso!

When you finally convince Geto to move out of the gym and into your apartment he is shocked to say the least. Everywhere he walked there was some sort of equipment for ballet whether it was pointe shoes, a mini barre in your living room or the new leotards you’ve bought.

When you 2 started dating he would always be in such awe of how flexible you are (even in bed). Every morning he watches you do your daily stretches and it never fails to amaze him to see how easily you contorted your body. He also loves helping you stretch but that’s only because he gets to see your body in all new angles.

Getos favorite pass time for when your not around is watching videos of you dancing. He never would’ve thought that watching some of the same performances over and over again would be entertaining before he met you. But now he knows he’s sorely wrong.

Whenever you come home from a particularly hard day at rehearsals he will sit you down in his lap and give you kisses as you vent all bout it to him.

Geto loves seeing your beautiful face when he just finished beating the shit out of someone. He loves seeing the look of pride on your face when they lift his arm up to signify that he just won. He will run to you and he hugs you tightly. effortlessly lifting you up and spinning you around.

Geto loves putting boxing gloves on you and just telling you to hit him. The first time he did it he was surprisingly shocked how strong of a right hook you got on you. But he would be lying if he said that didn’t turn him on..

a/n just a few headcannons before I post their actual story! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! let me know if you would like to be on the taglist in my dms or comments! sweet days my lovies <3

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why did writers block have to hit me in OCTOBER in all the months it could’ve hit me.

I have ballerina! Reader x boxer! Geto suguru cooking up in the dome though so stay tuned 😈

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Lmk guys 😭

got this from twitter which colour am i

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I love love love this omg it’s so cutee

𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ˳ 　　　Sukuna had never felt so out of place in his own skin. After centuries of reigning terror, his defeat left him not only physically weakened but emotionally gutted. For the first time, he felt the sharp sting of something he had always ignored—emptiness. And with that emptiness came a strange desire he couldn’t understand. He craved peace, something softer. Gentler.

It disgusted him. The great Ryomen Sukuna, reduced to chasing something so fragile.

But even more unsettling was you. A stranger, someone he’d encountered by accident, yet everything about you seemed to pull him in. He didn’t understand it, couldn’t make sense of why his gaze always found you, why your smile tugged at the parts of him he thought were dead. You, with your simple existence, had become a curiosity, a distraction.

But how could he, a monster born of curses and destruction, ever be near you? Not as he was.

So, Sukuna tried something unthinkable. He tried to appear human.

He stood in front of the cracked mirror of a dimly lit bathroom, staring at his reflection. His face, covered in jagged black curse markings, was an eternal reminder of what he truly was. A monster. He scowled, cursing under his breath as he grabbed a tube of foundation. The makeup smeared across his skin, hiding the marks, but it couldn’t hide the disgust brewing in his chest. Covering himself up like this… it was humiliating.

He pulled a hoodie over his head, oversized and loose, hiding his extra pair of arms that hung uselessly under the fabric. His reflection barely looked like himself, and that was the point. The great Sukuna, tamed and muted, reduced to something that blended in with the humans.

He hated it. He hated how much of himself he had to bury just to get close to you.

The first time he saw you after disguising himself, it was in a coffee shop. You sat alone, the warm afternoon sun framing you in a way that made him pause. His heart, if he could even call it that, stuttered in his chest. You looked so peaceful, so unlike anything he’d ever known.

He approached cautiously, his steps heavy despite his best efforts to appear nonchalant. When you looked up, your eyes locking with his, Sukuna felt a strange tightness in his throat. He was used to people staring at him in fear, but you… you just smiled. There was no fear, no hesitation.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” you asked, your voice gentle and curious.

He forced a nod, his voice gruff. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You didn’t press him for details, and somehow, that made it worse. Sukuna wanted to tell you, to tear down this flimsy disguise and show you the monster underneath, just to see if you’d still smile at him the same way. But he couldn’t. He was trapped between wanting your softness and fearing it.

You gestured to the empty seat beside you, your eyes warm. “You can sit with me if you want.”

He hesitated, gripping the fabric of his hoodie with his hidden lower hands, before sitting down stiffly. The moment felt wrong, unnatural. He was a curse, a creature born from violence, and yet here he was, sitting in a café, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

Time passed, and somehow, Sukuna found himself coming back. Day after day, he returned to the same place, to you, with your endless patience and kind words. It infuriated him, how easily you accepted him. It made him feel weak, vulnerable in ways he hadn’t known possible.

One day, as the two of you sat together in silence, your hand reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a shock through his entire being. He flinched, instinctively pulling away, but not before your fingers grazed the skin where his curse markings lay hidden beneath the makeup.

“You seem like you’ve got a lot going on,” you said softly, your gaze searching his face.

Sukuna’s chest tightened, his mind racing. You didn’t know. You couldn’t know. But your words hit deeper than they should have. For the first time in centuries, he felt… seen. Not as a king, not as a curse, but as something else. Something almost human.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice rough as he pulled his hood lower to shield his face.

You didn’t push him. Instead, you smiled, that same gentle smile that drove him mad. “You don’t have to hide from me. I like you, you know. For who you are.”

Sukuna’s heart lurched. For who he was? If only you knew. If only you could see what lay beneath the hoodie, the makeup, the pathetic attempt at normalcy. You wouldn’t be smiling then.

He wanted to laugh, to sneer at your words, but all he felt was a dull ache in his chest. You didn’t understand, but somehow, that made it worse. He didn’t deserve your kindness, your acceptance. He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t human. But you— you made him wish he could be.

Days turned into weeks, and every time Sukuna saw you, the pull grew stronger. It was torture. Every smile you gave him felt like a slow, agonizing burn, melting away the icy exterior he had spent centuries building. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you saw something in him, something he couldn’t even see in himself.

And it terrified him.　　‿ ݂۫ ׄ ༊࿔

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feels like a blessing lawdd

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a/n: warning before reading please don’t put my head on a fucking spike for making this 😭 I just wanna see more jjk x latina fanfiction 😓 and for the purposes of this you guys live in Tokyo! You moved from your home country to Tokyo!

i've been thinking about this pairing!

I just know Sukuna would start secretly learning Spanish so he can understand what you say to your cousins on FaceTime with them.

Whenever you call him a corny name like “fresita” or “mi gansito chulo” his cheeks always flush. Even though he doesn’t know what it means, he always feels embarrassed. Once you tell him what they mean ( strawberry and my handsome gansito IFYKYK), he will be even more embarrassed than before.

Whenever sukuna hears you talk in Spanish, he falls in love with you more and more. He loves boasting about how you know Spanish and Japanese to all his friends.

You always find it so cute when he tries to talk to you in Spanish. His struggle always warms your heart. Though his Spanish needs some work, the thought of sukuna learning a whole new language to communicate with you always makes you feel like the most special girl in the world.

When sukuna finally meets your family for the first time he’s practically sweating balls and bullets. He had never been so fucking nervous for anything else in his life. He stutters over his Spanish as he introduces himself to your family. But after that he’s practically a part of your family.

One day, your mom will call you to show you how she has a photo of Sukuna as a child right next to a photo of you as a child hanging above her television. When you ask her how she got the photo, she explains how she searched Sukunas name on Facebook and found baby pictures his mother posted of him. This situation has Sukuna begging his mom to delete her Facebook and you cackling.

The first time you take Sukuna to a quinceañera a whole different version of him comes out. He’s shotgunning drinks with your drunken uncles and on the dance floor with you. The next morning, you are both eating menudo to cure the gnarly hangover.

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Can't stop thinking about modern era! Sukuna x Baker reader!

Sukuna will always flirt with you when he goes to the bakery. He will spend hours of his day just sitting around the bakery, enjoying the smell of all the sweets baking. Most importantly, he loves listening to the sound of your sweet voice.

“cmon let me help you, sweetie, you could use a strong man to help you bring in all those heavy bags of flour” Sukuna leaned over the counter like he always did. Usually, sukuna would leave before closing, but today, he decided to stay behind and help you clean and any other chores you needed help with.

“If you think your offer will be enough to get me in bed with you, then you're wrong, by the way” you retorted. Your arms crossed over your chest.

“It hurts my heart that you believe I have such ulterior motives, baby.” You're met with his usual sly smirk. “Just let me help you,” he said while chuckling.

You let out a sigh of defeat before grudgingly mumbling a small “follow me”

Sukuna’s heavy steps reverberated through the empty bakery as you led him through to the back of the bakery where the 30, 10-pound flour bags you had just ordered arrived. The bakery was built as a 2-floor business. The actual shop is downstairs, and the kitchen where everything is made is upstairs. You always ended up with a sore body whenever you tried hauling anything upstairs.

“Get to work, pretty boy,” you say, patting his back before leaving him there to start bringing up the bags of flour. You went upstairs to finish decorating the cakes that were due to sell tomorrow. Sukuna started bringing up the bags 3 at a time. At first, he looked like the bags were merely groceries, but as he continued, sweat built up on his arms and forehead. You had always thought Sukuna was a knucklehead. He always flirted with you even though you wouldn't give him the time of day. Then he would spend hours in his days to “bother” you. Truly, you liked knowing Sukuna was always there.

Once Sukuna finished, he stood next to you, giving you a grin. “All done sweetheart, does that mean I get free and unlimited pastries now?” he teases as he watches you work on a cake.

“If I gave you free and unlimited pastries, I would go out of business, Sukuna,” you say while chuckling.

He feigned the feeling of being insulted. “Jeez sweetheart so I can't have you? Nor can I have a sweet treat? You're killing me here” his voice softened as he caged you in between his arms. His large body looming over you.

You set down the piping bag you had in your hand and then turned to face him. “You're going to have to do a lot more than help around the bakery to be able to have me sukuna” Your smirk drove Sukuna crazy. He wished he could take you right here and now, but he knew he had to be patient.

One of Sukunas Hands came to rest on your cheek. His thumb gives your cheek a loving caress. his face inched closer and closer to yours “Are you going to deny me the smallest taste of your sweet lips too, sweetheart?” His voice was as gentle as a feather. His warm breath tickled your lips.

“If you're going to kiss me, just do it kuna”

Made by bibi! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Do not plagiarise or steal my work! Hope you liked this lil blurb! Should I make another part?

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ GOOD queer news for the TL: a bunch of students across the U.S. are using grants to make their schools more welcoming for LGBTQ+ youth

Queer students deserve to feel safe at school! We're in our third year of giving grants to put the power in their hands to make their schools more welcoming - students know what they need most in their own communities and their own schools.

Through 50 States, 50 Grants, 5,000 Voices, we've awarded over $1.5 million in grants across the U.S. to support student-led projects. Our third season has some of the most badass projects yet, like these:

❤️ “With this grant, we’ll establish an LGBTQIA+ community space in the library, open to all students, with guest speakers, arts and crafts, LGBTQIA+ books and literature, and LGBTQIA+-specific resources.” - Pocatello, Idaho

🧡 “Our project aims to support LGBTQ+ students through teacher training, development of gender-neutral bathroom protocols, and the organization of a district-wide Queer Prom.” - Gypsum, Colorado

💛 “We’ll take students from the 3 middle schools and our local high school to Honolulu Pride to make local LGBTQ+ friends, feel accepted in a large group, and see the community beyond just school.” - Ewa Beach, Hawai'i

💚 “We’re going to increase access to queer literature by working with a local nonprofit to expand our school’s collection, host storytelling events, and foster community connection." - Mobile, Alabama

💙 “Our plan is to create new Inclusivity Zones across the state in critical areas for local GSA clubs to meet, plan shared events, and be their own safe space.” - Charleston, West Virginia

💜 “We’ll host the Rainbow Youth Summit for LGBTQIA+ youth from across southern California to network, learn, and have fun in a safe, judgement free and supportive environment.” - Cathedral City, California

These students are truly the definition of making things better - you can see the rest of the amazing projects lined up across the country on our blog here!

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“Ofcourse not baby!”

synopsis- Sukuna and Gojo x player fem reader

a/n- everyone portrayed in this fic is in college . And there is no sorcery. I just wanted to let u guys know that really quick before reading. Likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated! Hope u enjoy!

warnings!— I apologize for any errors in my writing! Cursing! And player behavior (duhhh) also if you read my previous "whats that supposed to mean" fic, that fic has no correlation to this fic!!

You wouldn’t say you were a slut, you just got around. Plus it’s college who’s gonna judge a girl just tryna have fun? Guys do it all the time so why can’t the girls do it? Plus it’s not like your dating any of them.

“Thank you for the flowers baby” you whispered while wrapping your arms around Sukunas neck. Sukuna bought you a beautiful boquete of flowers with a sweet note saying. "Congrats, beautiful, with lots of love," to celebrate your perfect gpa and honor roll grades.

“Ofcourse beautiful, have to make sure my sweet girl is always celebrated.” Sukuna had a possessive hand on your waist. He gave your waist a playful squeeze, causing you to giggle.

“Don’t you have work in a few minutes?” You ask while placing kisses on his jaw.

“Mmm, yea, I do, but maybe I will call out.” He responded back, pulling you closer to him. Oh shit. You had told Gojo to come in an hour, and if you couldn’t get Sukuna to leave, that would mean big trouble for you.

“Your such a slacker you can’t just call out a few minutes before your shift starts” Your teasing tone made Sukuna let out a deep chuckle.

“I swear sometimes you kick me out of your apartment” Sukuna teased as he placed a rough kiss on your lips. Sukuna’s teasing voice didn’t cause you any worry. Sukuna was always a tease, but he would never Imagine ‘his’ sweet girl was playing him like a fiddle. “But alright I’ll get going angel” he continued. Sukuna pulled away from you and walked to the front door. “Text me later angel”

You faked a sad smile. “Mmm okay baby I’ll see you later” you replied as Sukuna opened the door. Sukuna gave you one last kiss before leaving your apartment. The second sukuna shuts the door to you apartment you quickly grab the bouquet of flowers, placing them in the cabinet under the sink. You quickly hopped in the shower to get rid of the scent of sukuna’s cologne. Your thoughts started to wander as you showered.

Gojo questions your behavior much more than Sukuna, but you always found a way around him. One time, you hugged Gojo while wearing a hoodie Sukuna lent you. The smell of cologne was very faint, but Gojo still questioned you about it. Somehow, you convinced him that he was just overthinking the situation. Gojo was more possessive than Sukuna. That doesn’t osent really bother you, but sometimes when you want to be with Sukuna, Gojo makes it extremely hard.

You set your thoughts aside as you stepped out of the shower when you heard a loud shatter. You quickly wrap the towel around your body and walk out if the bathroom.

Gojo stood in your kitchen, the flowers sukuna bought you splayed the floor, and the vase they were in was shattered. Gojo looked absolutely furious.

"Who bought you those damn flowers?" Gojo's voice was stern as his eyes bore into your figure. You knew that if you messed up right now. The consequences of your actions would blow up in your face, and you'll be dammed if you let some measly flowers ruin the fun you're having.

"Gojo, my sister, bought me those!" You say as you stepped closer to him

"Dont lie to me, I saw the note attached to them." The crumpled note was in his hand.

"She was just congratulating me, I promise." You spoke as you carefully maneuver through the broken glass to Gojo. "I promise baby she sent these a few minutes before I got in the shower, so I just put them under the sink." You place a reassuring hand on Gojo chest.

"You're not messing with any other guys, right?" Gojo's eyebrows furrowed together as he looked down at you.

"Of course, not baby!"

[livinggxd3adgirl]

Brazilian Miku twitter trend but this time she's Palestinian 🍉

[livinggxd3adgirl]

synopsis— this is prt 3 of “what’s that supposed to mean”

a/n— thank u guys so so much for all the support I’ve received with this! It genuinely warms my heart knowing people. I wanted to js include this. I forgot to include this in previous chapters, but in this au, there is no sorcery or anything like that. likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

EDIT!!!!!— This chapter will probably be deleted and redone. This is genuinely not my best work, obviously, so if you're reading this and want to see the better version let me know in the comments! :D

“What the fuck are you doing here?..” the few seconds of silence felt like it would never end. Before today if you had saw Gojo you probably would’ve cried and beg him to be with you again. But now? All you wanna do is beat the shit out of him. You quickly stood up stomping towards where Gojo stood.

“Guess it wasn’t just me fucking around with other people during the relationship, damn whore ” Gojo scoffed before he chuckled. When those words left his mouth, Suguru immediately stood in between you and Gojo.

“Oh fuck you gojo! seriously gojo!? Lets talk about the bitch you were fucking huh!? Doesn’t she have a boyfriend too?! I never fucking cheated on you…” as you continued yelling Gojo joined in as he yelled and cursed at you. Geto knew that this was something you had to do. He also knew that Gojo needed to realize that what he did was completely shit. Suguru would be lying if he didn’t admit that he thought you looked so damn hot yelling at Gojo.

“Yea yea whatever.. imma just go back home with the woman I truly love” Gojo sounded confident in his words, but the truth? The woman he cheated on you with had left him. And he was here to get Suguru to help him get you back. But after this screaming match, he realized the true consequences of his actions. Gojo realized your heart was no longer his to break or toy with anymore.

“you know where the door is” Geto spoke before finally stepping away from in between you both. He now stood by your side. Gojo scoffed before he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut loudly.

You let out a deep guttural chuckle. Geto was sure you had lost your mind. “God, sorry you had to see that Suguru, but now I feel much better”

“It’s all okay, sweetheart, gojo deserved the tongue lashing no one else is brave enough to give him” Suguru gives you a reassuring smile. You let out a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of getos bed. Geto stood in front of you, his eyes bore deeply into yours as you looked up at him. “You know.. now that gojo is, you know, out of the picture, we could always become closer." You let out a small giggle.

“Are you trying to flirt with me, Suguru?” Your teasing tone made Geto’s heart pound.

Suguru’s sly smirk tells you everything you need to know “Maybe just a little”. His hand reaches for a stray strand of your hair. You stood up, both of your faces mere inches away from each other. He gently tucks the strand behind your ear. “Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow? You dont have to if you dont want to, i dont want you to feel—“ You interrupt his words, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“ofcourse i want to go to dinner with you dummy”

MADE BY LIVINGHXD3ADGIRL

Tag!- @ourfinalisation @snoopyearss @number0netrash @gollumsmygel @lavender-hvze @shokosbunny @qashmer @chilichopsticks @akshitapainulu @meshellie @grima4lurking (I tagged ppl that were in the comments of the last part who wanted a part 3 if I missed your name let me know!)

a/n— I'm sorry if maybe this chapter isn't as good as the rest but let me know if you wanna see geto and readers future together!

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prt 3 will be posted! I’m not 100 percent sure if today, tomorrow, or the following week so please have patience with me. I just started school and my nursing courses so I am a tad busy but I promise that I will try and get prt 3 out as soon as I can! <3

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synopsis— this is a part 2 of “what’s that supposed to mean?”

a/n— I did not expect so many people to like the first part and want a 2nd part .I thought it was going to going to flop. But thank you guys sm! As always there may be errors so pls forgive me. Likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

It had been about 2 weeks since you left gojo. You had been staying at his best friends, geto’s house. You were wearing getos clothes nice all of your was at your apartment that gojo is currently living in. Gojo had called you a few times, but you never answered. You weren’t sure what he wanted with you, but frankly, you didn't care what he had to say. You sat on the sugurus couch. The house filled with silence. All you could hear was the sound of your beating heart. Your mind ran through what happened that night over and over again until you couldn't even remember your own name.

you were snapped out of your thoughts about gojo when you heard the door click open and getos soft voice. "Hey .. im back, I brought us some food. " Geto had been trying to comfort you with all your favorite foods and just be by your side during this hard time.

"Thanks, suguru.. really, " you gave him a weak smile. Suguru set down his keys before he set the bag of food down on the coffee table in front of you.

"Listen.. I know that you're still heart broken about gojo and all, but he's coming here later. He said he wanted to talk to me about something. " he sounded reluctant to tell you that Gojo was coming and for good reason.

You nod your head as he spoke. He sucked in a deep breath before you spoke. Your throat was itchy because of all the crying you have been doing for the past 2 weeks. "I understand geto, ill leave after I eat." Your weak smile pulled at Geto's heart strings. He truly couldn't reason why he even let you stay so long. Geto felt bad for you, of course, but there was something else he felt for you, but he just couldn't understand what it was.

Before geto could stop himself, he quickly spoke, "You dont have to leave, sweetheart..." he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can stay in my bedroom while he's here. I can't fathom letting that idiot drive you out of here, too. " You finally let out a real smile as you sniffle. For the first time in 2 weeks, you felt like you finally had someone that was on your side.

"Should we eat?" You ask whike smiling. Geto, let's go of your hand as he starts working the bag open.

2 HOURS LATER

You and geto had eaten and watched movies for a while before gojo texted suguru he was in his way. "Stay here, sweetheart. I'll come get you myself, " Geto reassured you as he gave your shoulder a soft squeeze.

"I'll be here waiting.. and geto thank you, really I'm very grateful for everything you have done for me. " Geto couldn't fathom how stupid Gojo was for letting someone like you out of his sight. God, if you were his, he would never let you leave his apartment.

Sugurus train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He quickly said his goodbyes and answered his front door.

You sat on Getos bed and stared at the closed bedroom door. The mere thought of gojo being just a few feet away from you made you want to throw up. As time passed, it felt like hours, but in reality, it had only been a few minutes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gojo and getos' voice gradually get closer and closer to the door. You can hear geto say "cmon dude don't go in there really just go wait in the living room ill get it for you".

Before Geto could even stop him, Gojo flung the door open. His eyes immediately widen as he sees you sitting comfortably on Sugurus bed.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

edit!: prt 3

tags!! @ourfinalisation @96jnie @qashmer @sugurugirlie @gollumsmygel @ritzes28

[livinggxd3adgirl]

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

synopsis— you and gojo arguring over his odd behavior with his female friend and he says something that may just ruin your relationship…

a/n— this probably has errors so I apologize in advanced! Likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

warning!— this does contain angst! arguing! cursing!

“your always fucking like this! How do you expect them to like you when you act like that?!” Satoru threw the car keys down on the kitchen table while kicking off his shoes. “This is why I never bring you around my friends” his voice was cold. The complete opposite of the sweet man you were with just hours ago.

“How do you expect me to feel when you completely ignore me but have your arm wrapped around another girl?!” You truly didn’t want to argue with Satoru. But, you weren’t going to just let him be mean to you either. You hated arguing with Satoru, it felt like your throat was getting tight already and tears felt like spilling out. You sucked in a deep breath of air to keep the tears down.

“It’s not that serious” His voice dropped dangerously low as if to tell you to ‘back off’ Satoru already had enough of the conversation. He walked into your shared bedroom.

“Not that serious satoru?! Really!?”. You followed behind him as you retorted back. He couldn’t see why his behavior would make you upset and you continuing to talk back only made it worse. Satoru shed his clothes as he started getting ready for bed but all the times you had just dropped this issue was getting to be too much for you. You couldn’t stand by anymore and let this happen anymore “tell me now Satoru have you ever done anything with her while we were together?” The room fell silent when you spoke those words. That was when you knew she wasn’t just his ‘friend’

“do you want the truth?” His voice was completely cold. Devoid of any emotion or empathy. Your heart sank even more. You felt your eyes get glassy and the feeling of your throat drying.

Your voice came out reluctantly. “Tell me.”

“I’ve been seeing her on the side since the early stages of our relationship. Your just too much for me, meanwhile she’s perfect for me. You cling to me all the damn time—didn’t you see how I started pushing you away?” He said it like it was the most obvious thing.

You felt utterly stupid. All this time you thought this was the only issue in your relationship and that it could be fixed with some work. Your heart pounded in your chest as the tears started spilling from your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean Satoru?!” Your voice cracking as you spoke. “It’s not my fault YOU cheated on ME. All I ever did was love and care about you! You damn bastard!” You pick up a picture of you and satoru that was sitting in your nightstand. The photo was of you and gojo’s first date. You were cheek to cheek he was making a dumb face while you a cheesy smile. You threw the photo on the floor as your sobs and emotions took over you.

He scoffs as your head hung low. “Look at it this way” satoru spoke from closet before he got closer to you. He placed his hand on your shoulder as if to reassure you. “At least your not under the impression that she’s just my friend anymore”

“Fuck you gojo” Those words were your last straw. You pushed him into the wall with all your force before walking out of the apartment. Your hands rummaged around your purse before grabbing your phone and clicking the only contact you knew would help you right now.

“Hello? Suguru? Please come get me”

prt 2

MADE BY LIVINGGXD3ADGIRL

tag! @labelt-san

[livinggxd3adgirl]

LAWDD this is so cuyte u ate down w this one mooti

The Garden

Heian Era Sukuna x fem!reader

Cw: Sukuna being a little ooc (not too much though), lots of fluff, mention of death (other servants).

Being Sukunas servant was never the easiest, but never the hardest either. He was easy to please as long as you simply called him 'Lord Sukuna' and you gave him what he wanted.

Though that's what you've heard. The gossip around the temple about the Lord never went unheard by your ears. How could it when you had never met him.

You always asked everyone around you what he was like, and the most common answer was cruel, cold, unfeeling, and sadistic. That's all you've ever heard. Except for the occasional woman saying he was very handsome.

The men all said the same thing. Never cross his path when he's in a bad mood.

You've asked his closest servant Uraume what it's like serving him directly, when you could serve him directly, and the same answer was always given, 'In due time, you will meet him'.

That's all your mind could ponder as you worked today.

Your job was simple. Weed your section of the garden. Or atleast the section you were assigned too.

You were assigned to the section with a few rose bushes. Specifically red roses.

The red rose was common, but it truly made a statement. A beautiful but bold statement.

You kneeled solemly next time the dirt and picked at the pesky weeds around the rose bushes.

You were too in your head to hear the approaching footsteps. The heavy ones next to the lighter footsteps.

Uraumes voice hit your ears, though in between all of the weeding you were doing.

You couldn't be bothered to look up. You knew you'd be scolded by Uraume if you slacked off at all.

You continued to weed until one of the thorns on the rose bush knicked your finger. A small hiss escaped your lips as you brought your finger to your lips.

Uraume called out your name, and you looked up towards Uraume, and that's when your gaze met him. Lord Sukuna.

"Are you alright y/n?"

Uraume asked and held out their hand to you.

You stood and gently placed your hand in Uraumes.

"Um, yes, one of the thorns in the rose bush just knicked me. Nothing big."

Your eyes continued to glance between your hand and Sukuna. He noticed your gaze and eyed you up and down.

Averting your gaze for good, Uraume, let your hand go and began walking again.

Sukuna scoffed and looked at you.

"Be less careless next time."

He said coldly and sharply, but for some reason it didn't seem as harsh as you thought it would sound.

"Yes, Lord Sukuna."

You said and bowed.

With that, Sukuna smirked and eyed you up and down again.

"At least she knows how to properly address me. I would've hated to have to kill yet another person who couldn't honor me."

With that last statement, you shuddered, and goosebumps began to crawl over your skin. You didn't want to have to think about the other servants he killed because they failed to please him.

That was your first meeting with sukuna.

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It wouldn't be until a week later that you'd meet again with sukuna.

It was evening time, and you had already finished all of your tasks of the day and decided to sit on the cement bench in the garden.

You were reading a book from one of the libraries that Uraume told you it would be alright to take.

The book had you so drawn in that you didn't notice the man, no, not man, Lord Sukuna, sitting next to you.

It wasn't until one of his large hands grabbed the book from you that your attention was snapped.

"Lord Sukuna! I apologize for not addressing you sooner."

You immediately got off the bench and kneeled to your ruler, your lord.

"You're fine. Now sit."

You do as he says and sit next to him.

"Interesting choice in book. I remember that it used to be one of my old favorites."

He said and turned the book over in his hands before handing it back to you. He eyes you up and down again and there was a look in his eyes. A softer one than your first meeting.

"Used to be?"

You ask and look up at him with curiosity. You honestly didn't believe that Lord Sukuna ever read. He seemed like he never had the time. Especially with all of these servants running around.

"Yes, used to be. I found a more interesting one on tactics of war."

Ah, you should've expected such an answer. Sukuna was known for conquering lands, and he was known as a fierce ruler.

"I see, I'll have to give it a read sometime. If my Lord likes it, I should try it."

This statement is what intrigues sukuna. It seems genuine, not just a statement to please him. It makes a slight heat rush to his face.

You give him a bright smile before excusing yourself from his presence.

That was your second time meeting the king of curses.

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Over the next couple weeks, you and Sukuna would chat and talk about each other's favorite things. You found that sukuna likes to stroll the garden in his free time.

He learned that you are amazing at baking. Something he could see you doing, but didn't expect.

This time around, you found yourselves both in the garden again. Sukuna has let you get closer to him and has even been less sour and demanding towards you.

You had your head leaned against his shoulder at the moment as he was reading you the same book he was telling you about a week ago. His favorite.

His voice was soothing and soft. Not cruel, loud, and proud. Well, maybe just a little proud. After all, he was reading his favorite book, and not to just anyone, but to you.

Your eyes began to slowly droop closed as the sun began to set over the horizon. Sukuna's voice continues to bless your ears.

You soon fell into a slight slumber with your head rested against his shoulder. Light breaths escaping you every once in a while.

"How foolish. Falling asleep on your king?"

One of his four arms wrapped around you despite his words before he leaned in to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I guess I could get used to you, woman."

[livinggxd3adgirl]

THIS IS SOO CUTEE can we pls bring back these type of fics 😓

I saw an idea with this prompt, and I honestly couldn't help myself. So here is a story with nanami!

Clock maker nanami x fairy f!reader

Genre: fluff

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A meticulous and hard-working man. Well known for the delicate designs in wood, the attention to detail, the pure skill.

Plenty came to purchase from nanami, knowing they were getting a good product, but many came with clocks to fix, or simply to get rid of. That was the case with this client.

"Look, I'm telling you right now. I haven't seen this thing work in 4 months. It was my late wife's. A family heirloom if you would. I thought a man like you would have better use of it."

The man in front of nanami held the clock in front of him with shaky hands. The wrinkles on the man's face speak his age.

"Of course, but wouldn't you like it back if I were able to fix it."

Nanami was humble. He knew he could fix it but preferred to be humble on that rare off chance that he couldn't fix it.

"No, you can keep it. What use will I have of it? Also, I don't have the money to pay you."

The man left as quickly as he came with no other words than those. Left with a limp in his step, and nanami with a broken clock in need of fixing.

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Nanami sat at his work bench, absolutely stumped. He had replaced the batteries in the clock a few times, got it to work, and then it stopped.

He wanted to take it apart, but the screws were a bit tight. He tried to work them out none the less. To his surprise after he loosened them a bit they came out with no problems.

He peeled off the back, and to his discovery, a woman lay inside. No, not just a woman. A fairy.

Dormant and asleep soundly. Her knees hugged to her chest, her wings folded delicately on her back, and her hair done in a little bun.

It was rare to find fairies these days. Most gone into hiding because they were valuable on the market. The question was how this one ended up here.

Nanami shone the light into the clock to see if there was any way that he could take her out without hurting her.

Upon the light hitting the fairy, she woke up with a start. She coughed and sneezed a bit from the dust collected inside the clock, before her gaze met nanami's.

Nanami gave a small smile of reassurance before backing up slightly. He didn't want to startle the poor thing.

The woman shot up out of the clock after stretching her wings and looked for the nearest exit. Seeing a slit from the window in the small clock shack she zoomed for it.

"Wait!"

Nanami shouted, slowly putting his hands up in a defensive position.

"I won't hurt you, please."

He held out his palm gently and looked at her with a soft smile.

She looked at him slightly worried. Rightfully so. She had been sleeping and holed up in that clock for about 4 months.

She slowly flew over to nanami and landed in his palm. She couldn't have been taller than 4 inches.

Nanami smiled at her and leaned in, and examined her beautiful facial features. She leaned back a little, surprised by nanami's curiosity.

She reached a curious hand up of her own and touched his glasses tenderly. She tilted her head to the side and in her own voice. Which wasn't quiet at all, surprisingly, began to speak with nanami.

"What's your name?"

He smiled a little more.

"Nanami, and yours?"

She looked at him and repeated his name to herself a couple of times to get the hang of it. She then processed that he'd asked her a question.

"I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you."

Nanami nodded and returned the phrase. He watched her closely as she inspected around his clock shed. All of the tools and clocks.

She was simply fascinated. She stopped in front of one of the clocks, and her delicate hands ran over the design. The pretty flowers and leaves. It adorned the gorgeous gold outline of the clock.

She turned back to nanami with a smile and flew towards him timidly.

"You made that?"

She asked gently, landing on nanami's shoulder, and looked at him.

"I made the wood design and replaced the framing, but the clock itself was brought to me as a gift. From a very dear friend of mine."

She nodded at every word he said and smiled lightly.

She enjoyed nanami's warm presence. His soft smile, his tired eyes. She found it intriguing that he worked himself so much that he was tired, but it suited his facial features.

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The next few days were spent getting to know each other. Likes and dislikes, and she even ended up helping nanami around the shack.

Most of all, she enjoyed watching him work on the masterpieces of frames for clocks and how he could quickly and easily fix a clock.

Every now and then, she would grab a tool nanami asked for, or she would remind him to clean up his desk when she saw it getting slightly disheveled.

It became more light atmosphered with her around. It became more like a home than a workplace for nanami.

Their most recent project was slowly coming to a close. The clock that she was found in. Nanami was simply finishing up the frame for the beautiful clock.

He added a few touching details and his most favorite. A carving of her in the frame, along with her a few flowers and beautiful leaves.

He had fixed the clock itself fairly quickly. A few cogs needed replaced and the batteries. Now the finishing touch. The frame.

He slid the clock into place and eyed his work with pride. He dared to say it was his best one yet.

She let out a little gasp when she saw the frame and looked at nanami with wide, excited eyes. She loved it.

She flew to nanami absolutely ecstatic and hugged one of his fingers.

"It's perfect!"

She squealed as she turned back and forth between looking at him and at the frame. He only let out a light chuckle as he responded.

"Just like you."