nanaminokanojo

[nanaminokanojo]

I know you aren’t truly active anymore but I NEEEEEEEEEED more parts to Bad News I just read all 70 something parts in one day I am begging you

Hi! 👋

First of all, thank you for reading Bad News. And I am sorry if I left it where I did. Eventually, I will continue writing, but I cannot promise for that time to be anytime soon. For that, I apologize.

I also want to address all my readers and friends here. I am okay. I haven't been since I last posted, at least, not mentally. I just dropped off the face of the earth, and that's because I am fighting my proverbial dragons.

I miss writing, but I just can't, not when I am not in the right state of mind. I will be okay, I promise. I am getting help and it has been working for me, so I am a little better.

I hope you guys are doing okay, and I hope to be back soon!

-Aki 😊❤️

[nanaminokanojo]

Hi just wanted to check if you are okay you haven't been active in a month.

I am...as good as it gets. Thank you so much for asking and I am sorry if I just replied now.

[nanaminokanojo]

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

[nanaminokanojo]

Your Friend: omg, my boyfriend gave me cruise tickets to the bahamas for our anniversary...

You: oh my god, Sylus is so sweet. he gave me like...a jar of bullets ehe *tucks your hair behind your ear*

[nanaminokanojo]

So, I was experimenting today...

[nanaminokanojo]

UPDATE: In immense pain. I feel like I'm being jabbed on the sides whenever I move or breathe wrong (i.e. anything I do that makes me cough). And my breaths are shallow cause I'm fucking scared to cough.

I can't process information. I wanna read and write but my brain is just 🤪. Hahaha

Okay, look, the season hasn't even transitioned to autumn, not totally, but there's a slight dip in the temperature and I end up in bed, wheezing and coughing chunks of my lungs out. Seriously?

[nanaminokanojo]

Okay, look, the season hasn't even transitioned to autumn, not totally, but there's a slight dip in the temperature and I end up in bed, wheezing and coughing chunks of my lungs out. Seriously?

[nanaminokanojo]

BAD NEWS (part 79)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t have been more dead wrong, except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think, MAYBE you’ll be the exception…maybe not.

CHARACTERS: drummer!geto suguru x you/afab reader x guitarist!sukuna | gojo satoru | various jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | band au | college au | stupid pining | aged-up characters | friends to lovers (?) | smut

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon, etc. | god-awful pet names | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<prev part 79 next>>

A/N: Guys 🤣 I apologize in advance to Oikawa fans out there, but I just had to, and in relation to Sukuna, the urge is irresistible. ✌️

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© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S “JUJUTSU KAISEN”. [20240901]

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[nanaminokanojo]

BAD NEWS (part 78)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t have been more dead wrong, except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think, MAYBE you’ll be the exception…maybe not.

CHARACTERS: drummer!geto suguru x you/afab reader x guitarist!sukuna | gojo satoru | various jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | band au | college au | stupid pining | aged-up characters | friends to lovers (?) | smut

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon, etc. | god-awful pet names | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<prev part 78 next>>

A/N: Prose after the 3rd panel + panels between texts.

The air was electric in the stadium, the roar of the crowd a constant backdrop to the intense battle unfolding on the pitch. The scoreboard read 1:1, and the tension was palpable as the clock ticked down in the second half of the women's intercollegiate nationals. Suguru sat in the stands, a little closer than usual, his heart in his throat, eyes fixed on the field, where the Shiga Pirates, your team, were locked in a fierce struggle with the Fukuoka Warriors.

Suguru had come to the match as a surprise, unable to resist after you dominated the semifinals with the most points as an individual player. But that was just an excuse. He missed you, and he just wanted to see you regardless of the results. He’ll always be proud of you, but now, as he watched you, his admiration was tinged with something deeper, something he kept hidden even from himself most days. You were his kitten, a private term of endearment that held more meaning than he’d ever dare to admit. And now, watching you struggle, his protective side surged towards the surface, wishing he could at least give you a pat on the back if that would encourage you.

"L/N Y/N is having a tough time out there today," the commentator's voice crackled over the loudspeakers, his tone tinged with both admiration and concern. "She’s been a key player for the Pirates all season, racking up an impressive eighteen goals and twelve assists, making her the leading scorer in the league.”

Suguru’s jaw tightened as he watched you, clad in the Pirates' signature red and white kit, sprint down the left wing. Your usual speed seemed hampered, each stride a little heavier than the last. The turf, slick from a light drizzle earlier in the match, wasn’t helping. You were known for your agility, the way you could cut through defenders with a single touch, but today, the conditions seemed to be working against you.

“She can usually find the net anywhere on the pitch,” another commentator said. “We’ve seen her impressive footwork during their match with the Shizuoka Lions yesterday, single-handedly turning the game around with a stunning hat-trick.”

“But today, she’s facing a different challenge; Fukuoka’s defense has been relentless, particularly with their ace, Nakamura Rei, shadowing her every move."

"Come on, Y/N," Suguru muttered under his breath, leaning forward, his fingers weaving tight amongst each other. He could see the determination etched on your face, the way your brows knit together in concentration. You were fighting for every inch, but the Fukuoka ace was right on your heels, matching you step for step. She had clearly studied your playstyle, anticipating your moves, cutting off angles, and forcing you into uncomfortable positions.

"L/N tries to push forward, but Nakamura is there again, cutting off her advance," the commentator continued. "The Pirates' star forward is struggling to find her rhythm. She’s been a constant threat throughout the tournament, but today, Fukuoka has managed to neutralize her impact."

Suguru’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched you attempt another break. You received a sharp pass from your midfielder, Hasaba Mimiko, expertly controlling the ball with your first touch, but as you turned to face Nakamura, you hesitated, just for a split second. It was enough for the Fukuoka defender to close the gap, forcing you to play the ball back instead of driving forward.

"Damn it," Suguru whispered, frustration gnawing at him. He knew how much this match meant to you, how hard you had trained, how you had visualized every possible scenario. He could see the tension in your movements, the way your shoulders tensed when Nakamura got too close, the quick glance you shot toward your teammates, searching for an opening that never seemed to come.

"L/N’s been isolated up top," the commentator observed, echoing Suguru’s thoughts. "She’s not getting the support she needs, and Nakamura is taking full advantage. The Pirates are going to have to figure something out if they want to get her more involved in the attack."

Suguru’s eyes never left you as you tracked back, helping out on defense. You were clearly frustrated, your usual fluidity replaced by a grittier, more desperate style of play. Every time you touched the ball, Nakamura was there, pressing, harrying, forcing you to rush your passes or make decisions under duress.

"The Warriors are doing a fantastic job of closing down the space around L/N," the commentator noted. "She’s used to having room to operate, to dictate the tempo, but today, she’s constantly under pressure. You have to wonder if fatigue is starting to play a role here."

That’s ridiculous. Suguru knew that it was more than just fatigue, seeing the weight of expectation bearing down on you, the pressure of leading your team in the biggest match of the season. But he also knew your resolve, the way you thrived under pressure, how you found stability in moments of adversity. You were not a Gojo for nothing, and he knew you were going to bounce back as he watched you shake your head, almost as if to clear it, before positioning yourself for the next play.

"You got this, kitten. Show ‘em," Suguru whispered again, this time with a note of encouragement. He knew you weren’t the type to back down, even when things weren’t going your way. The score was tied, the clock was ticking, and the Warriors were gaining momentum, but he believed in you. He knew that if anyone could break the deadlock, it was you.

As the ball came your way again, he held his breath. This was it. This was the moment where you could turn the tide, where all your hours of practice, all your sweat and determination, would come to fruition. And it will be then that you will get the recognition you so deserved. The crowd’s noise faded into the background, and all that mattered was you and the ball at your feet.

"Make it count," Suguru thought, his eyes locked on you, willing you to find that spark, that brilliance that had brought you this far as you squared up against Nakamura again.

**

The match was a grind, the kind that pushed you beyond your limits and into a sweat and adrenaline fueled blur. The scoreboard held steady at 2:2, the minutes ticking down as exhaustion weighed on your limbs. Your lungs burned, and your legs felt like they were made of lead, but you refused to let up. Still, you knew you had one last play in you. You owed it to your team, all of them relentless, pressing forward with everything they had, creating just enough of a gap for you to finally shake off Nakamura’s tenacious defense. You knew with every fiber of your being just what you’re expected to do.

The ball was crossed into the box, a perfectly timed pass from the right wing. Time seemed to slow as you gauged the angle, calculating the distance between you and the goal. Instinct took over as you launched yourself into the air without hesitation, your body twisting as you extended your leg for the shot. Your timing was impeccable, your foot meeting the ball with a solid, decisive strike. You felt the impact resonate through your entire body, a shockwave of power taking over as you and your team held your breaths along with the whole stadium. A blur of black and white zoomed past the goal post as the ball sailed toward the upper corner of the net.

In that split second before you landed back on the turf, your eyes flicked to the stands, and there he was—Suguru. He stood out in the crowd, looking dapper in a black, tight-fitting shirt that hugged his broad frame, he might as well be the only one standing there. His raven hair pulled back into that usual half-up, smiling gorgeously and proudly at you, his expression somehow warm despite the aviator sunglasses shielding his eyes. But you knew his gaze was locked on you, as it always seemed to be.

In a moment of elation, the world around you blurred, leaving only the sight of Suguru, and you wondered, heart skipping a beat, what he was doing there. It can’t be, you thought for a split second, wondering why on earth he was there. You didn’t know if you were really seeing him, or if the adrenaline was playing tricks on you. 

But then the ball hit the back of the net with a satisfying thud and the reality of the goal you’d just scored hit. The stadium erupted into a deafening roar, the colors of your team creating an undulating wave across the stands. The ball had soared past the goalkeeper’s outstretched hands and into the net with a satisfying swish.

Your teammates swarmed around you, their cheers almost drowning out the sound of the crowd. But even as they lifted you in celebration, your gaze remained fixed on Suguru.

“You’re here!” you called out although you knew he couldn’t hear you, but he was immediately able to tell what you were saying and nodded. It was really him. He was there. He watched you win.

Grinning despite your precarious balance on your teammates’ shoulders, you tugged off one of your cleats—the ones he had given you, your good luck charm—and waved it at him, a playful gesture that was your way of sharing the victory with him. He tilted his head slightly, his smile widening as he raised his fist to you. And as your team carried you off the field, you felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing that in that most critical moment, both Suguru and the cleats had been with you.

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© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S “JUJUTSU KAISEN”. [20240901]

PHOTOS/IMAGES/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[nanaminokanojo]

BAD NEWS (part 77)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t have been more dead wrong, except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think, MAYBE you’ll be the exception…maybe not.

CHARACTERS: drummer!geto suguru x you/afab reader x guitarist!sukuna | gojo satoru | various jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | band au | college au | stupid pining | aged-up characters | friends to lovers (?) | smut

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon, etc. | god-awful pet names | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<prev part 77 next>>

TAG LIST: @lilc77 @lavender-hvze @maya-maya-56 @kibananya @nerdisthenewcool @darkstarlight82 @lysaray @ti-mame @ri-sa20 @diogodxlot @sugurubabe @guacam011y @yeehawslap @luvvmae @s-j320 @ichorstainedskin @iaminyourfloors @tanchosanke @hellyyy06 @tacobellfreshavocado @mrs-monkey-d-luffy @iluv-ace @satoryaa @clxvrs @saccharine-nectarine @wakashudou @inthedarkshadows000 @toffeebrat @starmapz @theoriginalmynoiix

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S “JUJUTSU KAISEN”. [20240901]

PHOTOS/IMAGES/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[nanaminokanojo]

He's all smiley 😍

WEEKLY SHONEN JUMP MAGAZINE ISSUE #39 FRONT COVER FEATURING RYOMEN SUKUNA AND ITADORI YUUJI IN HIGH QUALITY ⭐

[nanaminokanojo]

Me, made a widow once again by Gege:

Sukuna...😭💕

[nanaminokanojo]

I was doing perfectly fine writing my current works for weekend updates. BUT THEN, THIS 👇

...this...this bitch hunk of a man, whom I've been irrevocably in love with since the dawn of time, made a cameo in last night's episode of "Vivid Dreaming: A Medication Side Effect" (that's me sleeping like a trex while my brain feverishly conjures weird images in my head that suddenly jolt me awake several times at night btw)

But like...

The dream was so weird! Like, it was late at night like 11-ish or somewhere past midnight. You know, typical time when office workers who went for a "quick" drink would start heading home. (i attribute this to too many traumatic company dinners)

We were standing outside of what seemed to be Kenma's gate (don't ask me why) and there were like many of us, waiting. I can't figure out if we were trying to decide how to get home to our own places or if we were going somewhere else. But there's scattered conversations among everyone and I was talking to Kenma like we were the best of friends for life.

And the convo is in Japanese, but it went like:

Me: we won't fit in your car

K: no shit

Me: i can drive the rest to [insert where we're going cause i don't know that]

K: go get the remote key to my other car (i don't know why he had to specify "remote key" but i find it super funny)

And apparently, it's somewhere buried in his pile of laundry on the floor of his bedroom. 🙄

AND THEN! I hear Kuroo speak behind me as I was going towards the gate and he goes, "Let's take a cab?" to my sister. So, I turn around and say, "Nah, You guys are riding with me. Wait here."

But I get super distracted over the fact that he's wearing his work suit, a little crumpled from the day's work but still hot and that stupid, stupid backpack 😭 And then he smiles at me and goes, "Okay."

AND THEN I WAKE UP!!! 😭😭 The first thing I do is grab my phone and look for WIPs I have of him and it's all I could think about all morning!

[nanaminokanojo]

We be nailin' it together 😌💅🍷💕

[nanaminokanojo]

Pretty much the same person since I was 12.

Thanks for the tag @musubi-sama 😊

Tagging @lavender-hvze @ti-mame @lysaray @guacam011y @senseifupa @kibananya @southern-bayou-beau and whoever else wants to do it. 💙

Adult You/Child You Picrew here!

I like this one. What a weird way to be made to reminisce.

I'm going to tag...

@musubi-sama @delirious-donna @mrhaitch (sorry lover) @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @ryomance @mysteria157 and @flaneur001

[nanaminokanojo]

Gojo Satoru visiting Kugisaki nobara while she is in coma, sitting next to her, and talking to her. Gojo Satoru swapping souls with Yuta okkotsu, teaching him everything he knows about his cursed technique. Gojo Satoru hiding Sukuna's last finger to indefinitely postpone Yuji's execution. Gojo Satoru who bore the burden of being a monster, killed all the higher ups alone because he refused to let his students watch such gruesome sights. Gojo Satoru who believed he would win right til the end. Gojo Satoru who died knowing his students had got it from there, that they would be able to save Fushiguro Megumi. Gojo Satoru who let his body be used as puppet after his death. Gojo Satoru who died knowing all his students would be saved.

[nanaminokanojo]

And then I remember how this baby looked like without those extra evil eyes and just... 😭