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i really miss aki hayakawa

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Lmao logging off for a bit to go explore space or sumn.

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i want a pizza. someone get me a pizza

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Finding spelling mistakes while rereading your already published work is so humbling

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Cupid & The Crown: Chapter the Second

ꪆৎ ˚⋅Yuji Itadori x reader -> Fluff + Royal AU Content Warnings: None 1.7k words. ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩

It had been exactly 46 hours and 23 minutes since Yuji was assigned your knight, and it has been 46 hours and 23 minutes since you had known peace. The boy had the usual squire expression about him, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. He lacked the dull boredom that the knights you knew held. You couldn’t tell if you should feel sorry for him or not. 

You were returning from the library to the kitchen to snag a snack or two to enjoy while reading. Yuji was hot on your tail, merely a few paces behind you, exactly how he was always following you everywhere you went, as per your father’s orders. Currently, he was trailing behind you, acting as your personal servant rather than a knight. He cradled large, heavy books you had borrowed from the royal library. Many had yellowed pages, and the once ivory sheets had tinted into a rustic beige with both time and use; the pages lay stacked in a rippled motion. Your arms wobbled with the sheer weight of the stacks, requiring a few trips back and forth depending on where you needed to take them. You supposed his strength had earned him a few brownie points in your book.

“Princess, what exactly are you gonna do with all these?”

“Read.” He felt sheepish. Maybe that was a dumb question on his end, he thought, scolding himself mentally.

“Oh.” You wanted to laugh. Despite the couple of days you’d known him, you recognised him as a puppy more than anything else—an annoying, sickeningly sweet puppy. 

His face morphed into a look of pure boyish glee at praises you sent his way, even if it was in passing. Upon actually having gotten to know the boy, you quickly found yourself coming to terms with the fact your original hate wasn't hate per se, simply an outburst fueled by jealousy. He had his moments of course. Moments where you enjoyed his company, moments where small doses of his endearing nature had you laughing or cracking jokes with him. Despite your standoffish attitude with him, he wasn’t unlikeable… and although you’d rather throw yourself into moving traffic than admit it— he was okay at times.  

His boots against the rugged hallway floors served as a constant reminder of your father’s orders and the presence you’d now have to grow used to, trudging behind, only a few paces after you. 

Yuji lacked the stern visage the other soldiers you were used to had. Even the younger recruits were sombre in nature. But not Yuji. No, he wore his earnestness as a badge, his heart seemingly on his sleeve regarding his duties as a makeshift medal. It was endearing, his earnestness you meant. 

You felt your face practically strafed by the warmth and cinnamon scent of the kitchen. You smiled at the few chefs and maids hustling to and fro, each one that left being replaced by the ones who came in with equal scrambles in their steps, hurried “Afternoon, Your Highness.” spoken in hurried mutters, all of which faced with a smile of your own. The kitchen held an abundance of tarts, all of which were too much for your father’s appetite, so a few you tucked away in a napkin. His dentist would thank you for it, you were sure. 

Your eyes caught Yuji’s as he stood awkwardly at the door, neck craning and head peeking from the stack of books he cradled in his arms. You felt a strange pang of guilt, and maybe it was because he was so kind to you despite your aloofness, but you wrapped just one more tart away in a napkin, tucking it away in your dress pocket before waltzing out, head tilting in the direction you were going, inviting him to follow.

The weather was nary too cold or too windy, except for reading. You perched yourself on the rim of the fountain that lay graciously in the gardens, patting the seat next to you, more for Yuji to place the pile of books you were itching to sink your brain teeth into, instead, the soft clang of armour against stone had you looking up from the tarts on your lap to find him sat right next to you, arms lazily on his thighs, books placed— to your horror— on the cold stone below, damp from previous rainfall. You let out an offended gasp, looking between him and the books before placing the tarts on their nakin, next to your thigh and standing promptly to pick them up. He started helping after a second, realising that maybe he shouldn't have done that. “Are they not supposed to be on the floor?!” He rambled as he struggled to pick them all up as quickly as she was. 

“Not when it's damp!” He placed half of it on the stone you were both previously seated on seconds before, the pile messy and unstable. As he picked up the others, the heavy splash you both heard had your eyes wide and his face drained of colour.

…Soaked. That’s what they were. Soaked and ruined and you’d never be able to fix them. You sighed in slight relief upon realising none of the limited editions had fallen in, only some literature books you were eager to reread. There were annotations left however that you'd miss, annotations left by your English tutor, and annotations that held so many perspectives you never got to analyse fully. Bummer but maybe not a total disaster. “I am so so so so sorry!” He apologised frantically, arms waving around in slight defence. His lips were downturned into a frown, thick eyebrows warped into apologetic bearing. “I’ll— “I’ll replace them, no matter how much they cost,” He stammered.

“With what money?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. In all honesty, you weren’t angry at all, maybe disappointed, but you recognised a mistake when you saw one. 

“I—”

“I’ll have to stop you right there,” you said, holding your hand up to his face. You took a moment to recognise the way his shoulders slumped and his gaze averted yours, mousy brown darting around the scene rather than looking at you. “I’m not angry, nor did I ask you to repay me.”

“You aren't angry?” You shook your head, restacking the currently safe books and placing them in a steady, stable assemblage before re-seating yourself and flipping open a rather thick book. You flipped through the pages and picked up your tart after a while. The air was quiet, silent even if you disregarded the insubstantial chirping of mockingbirds and airy whistles of the crisp autumn gales. 

You frowned, however, the minute you felt two holes searing into the side of your head.

Ignored.

A minute later, you felt the boy next to you leaning over your shoulder, eyes similarly tracing over the words, hardly understanding anything, but finding contentment in simply being included (despite being uninvited).

Ignored yet again.

“Did you want something?” You finally asked, an exasperated countenance trailing your face after you were pulled out of the pages with the ‘clank’ of his armour once again. He shook his head, a sheepish pink hue brushing over his cheeks and ears. 

“...No.” 

“You sure?” You felt a small smile itching to curl the ends of your lips as he shook his head, head hung, eye curiously peeking up from time to time. He was entertaining, you found yourself thinking.

You closed the book, placing it next to you and folding away your napkin, the cloth now dusted with golden crumbs that remained. Your hands smoothed over the lap of your dress and you looked up at him. “Say…you don’t feel out of place?” 

He sat up, looking at you curiously. “Uhm, I’m not quite sure I understand?”

“Well you were knighted and so far all of you’ve been doing is carrying books and on the off moment you’ve “defended” me from something it was from a tiny knot of hair I thought was a spider,” He huffed out a laugh, reminiscing the earlier morning when you shrieked like a banshee all from a tuft of stray hair the previous morning. “I’m sure this isn't what you were expecting.”

“It isn’t so bad, my job is to serve you, yes?”

“Correct.”

“So I’m just doing the job I swore I’d do.” His donnish nature with words made it increasingly harder to hold a grudge against him. “Even if it means being diminished to…carrying books.”

A snort escaped your lips. “And you do it well, I must say.”

“Really?!” He beamed, head snapping around to face you, almost like a child basking in adolescent praise. 

“Don’t get used to it.” You chuckled softly, reaching into your pocket and giving him the tart you’d snagged on his behalf. 

“For me?” He pointed to himself, hand gloved in sheets of lustrous grey. He slipped it off and graciously took it in his hands with a quick ‘thank you’ and smile of gratitude. He took a bite and nodded in contentment, the sugary treat seemingly playing into his palette. “I promise I’ll do my best, even if this job is a little more boring than I initially thought…”

“What, did you think you’d be slaying dragons and fighting bandits?”

“Would you laugh at me if I said ‘yes’?”

You thought for a second before nodding, a chiding smirk already playing on your lips. “I can guarantee it.”

“Then please target I said anything, Princess.” You let out another laugh, cracking up a little.

“My father is paranoid, I don’t think I’ll need a big strong guy to protect me anytime soon, I’m more focused on not suffocating in these damn walls.”

He hummed in thought, nodding along as he bit into the pastry, the soft red of the jam smearing on his upper lip before he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. “I think I can do that too, I’m like an all-in-one package!” He beamed, boyish grin plastered on his face.

“Even if you are, don’t expect me to call you ‘Sire Yuji’ anytime soon.”

“Not even after my outstanding show of skill?!”

“Not even after your outstanding show of skill, I fear.”

Tbh, I think I did well on this chapter, wasn't sure abt it at first lmao.

Taglist: @stillnotherapy

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Cupid & The Crown: Contents.

In which Princess {Name}, to her dismay, is to be guarded by Yuji Itadori, a newly knighted squire who seems to be on the wrong page in her books.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ Royal AU - Princess!Reader x Knight!Yuji Reader is fem + afab (tho not mentioned, was written with said intention in mind), if this isn't your cup of tea, please do scroll, or maybe try to find a post of mine you like, thank you :)

ᥫ᭡ Chapter The First.

ᥫ᭡ Chapter The Second.

ᥫ᭡ Chapter the Third.

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౨ৎ WARNINGS/TAGS: SFW Project, Maybe mentions of violence, Set in a royal au so some old ideals may be revisited sill mapping everything out lwk (eg; burning people at stakes etc), awkward teens navigating feeling; may piss you off tbh, no correlation to the jjk plot (me thinks), there won't be uses of 'y/n' purely because tt comments lwk aggravate me :3

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- Hibz (Thee goat tbh)

- 17

Please be respectful on my page :3

m.list

Intro post

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need to redo my m.list + intro post tbh, i have a lot to do

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Cupid & The Crown: Chapter the Second

ꪆৎ ˚⋅Yuji Itadori x reader -> Fluff + Royal AU Content Warnings: None 1.7k words. ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩

It had been exactly 46 hours and 23 minutes since Yuji was assigned your knight, and it has been 46 hours and 23 minutes since you had known peace. The boy had the usual squire expression about him, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. He lacked the dull boredom that the knights you knew held. You couldn’t tell if you should feel sorry for him or not. 

You were returning from the library to the kitchen to snag a snack or two to enjoy while reading. Yuji was hot on your tail, merely a few paces behind you, exactly how he was always following you everywhere you went, as per your father’s orders. Currently, he was trailing behind you, acting as your personal servant rather than a knight. He cradled large, heavy books you had borrowed from the royal library. Many had yellowed pages, and the once ivory sheets had tinted into a rustic beige with both time and use; the pages lay stacked in a rippled motion. Your arms wobbled with the sheer weight of the stacks, requiring a few trips back and forth depending on where you needed to take them. You supposed his strength had earned him a few brownie points in your book.

“Princess, what exactly are you gonna do with all these?”

“Read.” He felt sheepish. Maybe that was a dumb question on his end, he thought, scolding himself mentally.

“Oh.” You wanted to laugh. Despite the couple of days you’d known him, you recognised him as a puppy more than anything else—an annoying, sickeningly sweet puppy. 

His face morphed into a look of pure boyish glee at praises you sent his way, even if it was in passing. Upon actually having gotten to know the boy, you quickly found yourself coming to terms with the fact your original hate wasn't hate per se, simply an outburst fueled by jealousy. He had his moments of course. Moments where you enjoyed his company, moments where small doses of his endearing nature had you laughing or cracking jokes with him. Despite your standoffish attitude with him, he wasn’t unlikeable… and although you’d rather throw yourself into moving traffic than admit it— he was okay at times.  

His boots against the rugged hallway floors served as a constant reminder of your father’s orders and the presence you’d now have to grow used to, trudging behind, only a few paces after you. 

Yuji lacked the stern visage the other soldiers you were used to had. Even the younger recruits were sombre in nature. But not Yuji. No, he wore his earnestness as a badge, his heart seemingly on his sleeve regarding his duties as a makeshift medal. It was endearing, his earnestness you meant. 

You felt your face practically strafed by the warmth and cinnamon scent of the kitchen. You smiled at the few chefs and maids hustling to and fro, each one that left being replaced by the ones who came in with equal scrambles in their steps, hurried “Afternoon, Your Highness.” spoken in hurried mutters, all of which faced with a smile of your own. The kitchen held an abundance of tarts, all of which were too much for your father’s appetite, so a few you tucked away in a napkin. His dentist would thank you for it, you were sure. 

Your eyes caught Yuji’s as he stood awkwardly at the door, neck craning and head peeking from the stack of books he cradled in his arms. You felt a strange pang of guilt, and maybe it was because he was so kind to you despite your aloofness, but you wrapped just one more tart away in a napkin, tucking it away in your dress pocket before waltzing out, head tilting in the direction you were going, inviting him to follow.

The weather was nary too cold or too windy, except for reading. You perched yourself on the rim of the fountain that lay graciously in the gardens, patting the seat next to you, more for Yuji to place the pile of books you were itching to sink your brain teeth into, instead, the soft clang of armour against stone had you looking up from the tarts on your lap to find him sat right next to you, arms lazily on his thighs, books placed— to your horror— on the cold stone below, damp from previous rainfall. You let out an offended gasp, looking between him and the books before placing the tarts on their nakin, next to your thigh and standing promptly to pick them up. He started helping after a second, realising that maybe he shouldn't have done that. “Are they not supposed to be on the floor?!” He rambled as he struggled to pick them all up as quickly as she was. 

“Not when it's damp!” He placed half of it on the stone you were both previously seated on seconds before, the pile messy and unstable. As he picked up the others, the heavy splash you both heard had your eyes wide and his face drained of colour.

…Soaked. That’s what they were. Soaked and ruined and you’d never be able to fix them. You sighed in slight relief upon realising none of the limited editions had fallen in, only some literature books you were eager to reread. There were annotations left however that you'd miss, annotations left by your English tutor, and annotations that held so many perspectives you never got to analyse fully. Bummer but maybe not a total disaster. “I am so so so so sorry!” He apologised frantically, arms waving around in slight defence. His lips were downturned into a frown, thick eyebrows warped into apologetic bearing. “I’ll— “I’ll replace them, no matter how much they cost,” He stammered.

“With what money?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. In all honesty, you weren’t angry at all, maybe disappointed, but you recognised a mistake when you saw one. 

“I—”

“I’ll have to stop you right there,” you said, holding your hand up to his face. You took a moment to recognise the way his shoulders slumped and his gaze averted yours, mousy brown darting around the scene rather than looking at you. “I’m not angry, nor did I ask you to repay me.”

“You aren't angry?” You shook your head, restacking the currently safe books and placing them in a steady, stable assemblage before re-seating yourself and flipping open a rather thick book. You flipped through the pages and picked up your tart after a while. The air was quiet, silent even if you disregarded the insubstantial chirping of mockingbirds and airy whistles of the crisp autumn gales. 

You frowned, however, the minute you felt two holes searing into the side of your head.

Ignored.

A minute later, you felt the boy next to you leaning over your shoulder, eyes similarly tracing over the words, hardly understanding anything, but finding contentment in simply being included (despite being uninvited).

Ignored yet again.

“Did you want something?” You finally asked, an exasperated countenance trailing your face after you were pulled out of the pages with the ‘clank’ of his armour once again. He shook his head, a sheepish pink hue brushing over his cheeks and ears. 

“...No.” 

“You sure?” You felt a small smile itching to curl the ends of your lips as he shook his head, head hung, eye curiously peeking up from time to time. He was entertaining, you found yourself thinking.

You closed the book, placing it next to you and folding away your napkin, the cloth now dusted with golden crumbs that remained. Your hands smoothed over the lap of your dress and you looked up at him. “Say…you don’t feel out of place?” 

He sat up, looking at you curiously. “Uhm, I’m not quite sure I understand?”

“Well you were knighted and so far all of you’ve been doing is carrying books and on the off moment you’ve “defended” me from something it was from a tiny knot of hair I thought was a spider,” He huffed out a laugh, reminiscing the earlier morning when you shrieked like a banshee all from a tuft of stray hair the previous morning. “I’m sure this isn't what you were expecting.”

“It isn’t so bad, my job is to serve you, yes?”

“Correct.”

“So I’m just doing the job I swore I’d do.” His donnish nature with words made it increasingly harder to hold a grudge against him. “Even if it means being diminished to…carrying books.”

A snort escaped your lips. “And you do it well, I must say.”

“Really?!” He beamed, head snapping around to face you, almost like a child basking in adolescent praise. 

“Don’t get used to it.” You chuckled softly, reaching into your pocket and giving him the tart you’d snagged on his behalf. 

“For me?” He pointed to himself, hand gloved in sheets of lustrous grey. He slipped it off and graciously took it in his hands with a quick ‘thank you’ and smile of gratitude. He took a bite and nodded in contentment, the sugary treat seemingly playing into his palette. “I promise I’ll do my best, even if this job is a little more boring than I initially thought…”

“What, did you think you’d be slaying dragons and fighting bandits?”

“Would you laugh at me if I said ‘yes’?”

You thought for a second before nodding, a chiding smirk already playing on your lips. “I can guarantee it.”

“Then please target I said anything, Princess.” You let out another laugh, cracking up a little.

“My father is paranoid, I don’t think I’ll need a big strong guy to protect me anytime soon, I’m more focused on not suffocating in these damn walls.”

He hummed in thought, nodding along as he bit into the pastry, the soft red of the jam smearing on his upper lip before he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. “I think I can do that too, I’m like an all-in-one package!” He beamed, boyish grin plastered on his face.

“Even if you are, don’t expect me to call you ‘Sire Yuji’ anytime soon.”

“Not even after my outstanding show of skill?!”

“Not even after your outstanding show of skill, I fear.”

Tbh, I think I did well on this chapter, wasn't sure abt it at first lmao.

Taglist: @stillnotherapy

©Sweet-n-salty -> MINE!!

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I’m a lot of things and apparently ‘liar’ is now on that list

Lwk forgot this acc existed, my bad ppl

Will try drop the next chapter of C&TC By the end of the weekend, if not earlier 😋

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Somebody sedate me 😍

Something something about Denji remembering Reze but without her bomb collar. I thought it was an error at first but look at the composition, how her neck is overexposed by the light, at the center of the panel...

Because even after what she did, Denji still thinks of her as this cute and funny girl who introduced him to coffee, not as the Bomb Hybrid.

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Lwk forgot this acc existed, my bad ppl

Will try drop the next chapter of C&TC By the end of the weekend, if not earlier 😋

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giyuu tomioka, you're such a loser, i love you

my boyfriend's pretty cool (but he's not as cool as me) ༺ tomioka giyuu

wc : 0.4k

content : drabble, fluff, self indulgent, ooc pathetic giyuu

giyuu tomioka is clueless. it's in the stunning deep blue of his big wet eyes and the way his thick eyelashes curl slightly at the ends. the small confused o of his pretty mouth. his head tilting to the side, dark locks framing his delicate features and god, it makes you want to slap him. or kiss the top of his head. or cradle him in bubble wrap and put him in your pocket. or make him cry. he wouldn't mind either way.

and yet the one thing you're completely unable to do is put him where no one except you can see him, and as a result, everyone else is subject to the power of those eyes. and because giyuu is clueless, so fricking clueless, he has no idea that the woman with her hand on his arm is trying to flirt with him - just that he wants her to go. but when you walk up the aisle to them, holding the brand of ramen you'd gone looking for tight enough in your fist to fragment the noodles inside, it's you his eyes immediately latch onto, pleading.

“hey, baby,” you coo, sidling up beside him and sliding your arm into his. his tension instantly eases at the safety of your presence, and he subtly shifts to stand the tiniest bit behind you.

“and who's this?” 

“i'm - leaving. sorry,” the woman adds hastily over her shoulder. 

you can't find it in you to be sympathetic, what with the way she was hounding after your man - yours - when he clearly wanted nothing to do with her.

you turn to giyuu, brush a strand of hair out of his face. “you okay?”

“yeah.”

“sure?”

he's still wound a bit tightly; he's very particular about his personal space. you suddenly wish you'd said a thing or two more to that woman. what a—

“let's just check out,” you say brightly - seething internally. “did you want anything else?”

“i don't think so - what we've got is fine.” he gently plucks the ramen from your grasp and adds it to his own load of snacks, ignoring your protests. “thanks for. helping me out.”

“of course. can't let anyone steal my baby from me.”

he doesn't quite know what to say to that though he very much agrees with the sentiment, blushing along his cheekbones and the tops of his ears. so he just sneaks a quick kiss to your cheek, lips quirking at your soft sound of surprise.

“let's go,” you say, determinedly ignoring the heat rising in your face. “and let's try to make this movie night stay a movie night.”

you level a glare at giyuu as he chokes, as if it's all his fault, because it is.

and as expected, the movie night does not stay a movie night.

been suffering from giyuu brainrot i had to get it out

he's such a loser he's so pathetic oh my god i hate him i love him

he's my baby pookie princess babygirl

malewife not husband.

still on hiatus still posting idgaflop btw

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TAKE ME WITH YOU?! PLEASE?!?! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

i don’t want to live in america anymore will you help me move to australia 🥺🥺

COME HERE BB I'LL PROTECT YOU.

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I hate America.

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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

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You’re js as cool too, so it checks out 😋

i can't see out of my right eye