#i don't fr expect ur thoughts but this is ur heads up. smile

[6okuto]

might do my nia goes to school/a summer event soon-ish... i think i'll open up reqs for it (along w other things) but if u have any thoughts let me kneow :3

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

[wheeboo]

more soft hours sdkjfskd

imagine your blind date falling through and its super late at night but then best friend joshua comes to pick u up and you get mcdonald's or smth at like 11 pm. and hes is kinda sick of all ur dates falling through when he's fr whipped for you (kiss in the car 👀)

guys what if i make a oneshot of this

this turned out a bit longer than I thought LOL

but ugh!!! imagine the hurt you feel in your heart when you finally realise after a good half hour that your blind date had basically abandoned ship, and you're alone all dressed up in a nice outfit while spamming your friend best friend joshua on the phone.

he hears the way your voice is breaking from the tears streaming down your face as you stutter out the location of where you are so he could pick you up. and gosh, he knows he'll do anything for you in a heartbeat as he drops everything that he's doing before grabbing his keys and racing to his car, driving down the streets to come pick you up.

when he catches sight of you sitting down on the curve, he hops out of his car to come racing to your side, instinctively bringing you into his arms so you could melt into his comfort. and it's such a natural feeling between you two--comforting one another, such as the hugs that you exchange that you've always believed to be merely platonic and at the dangerous line of something beyond that.

"hey, I'm here," joshua whispers comfortingly, and you feel him rubbing circles at your arms. "come on, I'll take you to get some food. my treat, okay?"

you don't say anything, only giving him a nod as he leads you towards his car. opening the passenger door for you, you hop inside as he settles into the drivers seat. you don't exactly know where he was planning to take you, but you shouldn't be surprised when you arrive at a mcdonalds five minutes later.

joshua, being someone who has stuck to your side like glue for years, has always known your preferences for food, somehow even knowing your regular order for mcdonalds. and when you realise he isn't buying anything for himself, you muster the courage to ask.

"wait, what about you?" you ask him even though it was too late before he pulls up to the next window.

joshua only gives you a gentle smile, and for some reason you feel something leap in your stomach. "I told you, it's my treat for you. have to make you feel better somehow, right?"

before you could protest, he's already grabbing the food from the window and pulling up into a nearby parking space so that you could eat.

"I should've expected it," you mumble while unwrapping your food. "I got all dressed up for nothing. what's funny is that I... I knew that they wouldn't show up. I-I should've trusted my intuition more."

joshua just peers towards you, letting his eyes take in the effort you've put into your outfit.

"I think you look pretty." he says, but it's so quiet you barely catch it, and you feel the blush forming in your face.

"you always tell me I'm pretty."

he quirks a brow teasingly. "but am I wrong, though?"

that alone was enough to make you go speechless while chewing a french fry. what follows is silence, a mixture of comfort, a tinge of awkwardness, but also something unspoken between the two of you. sometimes you wonder how joshua manages to continue sticking with you throughout your constant failed dates.

"you must be sick of me," you chuckle awkwardly. "and frustrated for having to pick me up all the time from these stupid dates."

"I would never be sick of you, Y/N," then he pauses. "I care about you... a lot more than you think."

"but... but, you know that you don't have to stick around like this, you know? you could've stayed home and I wouldn't have blamed you for if you were tired of, like, doing this all for me-"

you find your words cutting off when joshua lands a sudden kiss at your lips, and your eyes widen out of your head when he pulls away with a satisfied grin.

"well, I chose not to," is all he says. "now hush and eat your food before I kiss you again."

[zyasmedia]

i don't normally read ocs fics but for em, I'll do anything 🛐⬇️

“tell me you don’t want to go with andrew without telling me you don’t want to go with andrew. suprised he didn’t pop up as soon as you ask me. i expect him to tag you or something. at least have a wire.” he joked tapping my shoulder and leaning closer to it, pretending he was talking in a microphone. “hey andy. how you doing today?”

so happy to see u took the name andrew from me; i had an experience in college with an asshole named andrew and i've associated that name with assholery ever since

then I heard the music playing. they’re here. the banging on the lockers soon followed. they’re really here.

i love this scene so much, it's so imaginative, i can visually see everything with this "beats" AND i think about it semi-weekly :D

four figures came into the classroom. all wearing black hoodies and black pants with masks. jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, and the one who is the reason i refuse to be anything but friendly to andrew. his older, taller, hotter, and a whole lot more intimidating brother john b routledge. the four horseman.

so HOT i love them sm

that made him walk straighter to the one with the black mask - rafe cameron - and a smile to appear on his face as he walked out with rafe’s hand on his neck.

mY FUCKING MANNN

the white mask - pope heyward - brought him out.

my other MANNN LOLL

looking up, my eyes meeting his and my breath hitched. i was facing the one with the red mask.

i'm highlighting this bc i am already forgetting whos mask is who

but no. his focus was completely on me. it was like the whole classroom was gone and it was just the two of us.

sigh... if only...

“man, i do miss high school girls. they don’t give any lip back when you tell them something.” rafe mumbled and i heard jj chuckle.

ykw this is so in canon for u rafe bc why r ur best friends high schoolers 😭

“somewhere where they can’t hear you scream.” that was pope’s warm deep voice.

i literally am imagining kook!pope and cannot get him out of my head

“don’t scare them. that’s what the party is for.” rafe teased and the three of them laughed.

giggling fr

jj ignored his question. “she’s growing up fast and nice huh?”

hehehee

“yeah. it’s getting harder to pretend not to notice her anymore.” john b replied and I felt something tugging on my heart.

SHUT UPPPPP 🦅

final thoughts — i fucking love ur writing!! i know ur basing it off ur au, but i think it's so cut-straight and centered on the plot without the meandering descriptions pd does with devil night. and plus, my favorite boys? AS KOOKS? THE FOUR HOUSEMEN?? yeah. yeah. yeah. i'm eating this shit UP.

devil night - john b and angel

three years ago

angel

“please. you’re really going to let me go with some guy that i don’t know?” i asked my friend, tugging on his school blazer so he can look at me. sighing, nico turned over to me and shook his head.

“you can go with anyone else. you’re drop dead gorgeous and that’s the whole point of the dance. to ask out who you want to.”

“and i want to ask you. so how about it? with me you know exactly what you’re getting into and there’s no playing games.”

“tell me you don’t want to go with andrew without telling me you don’t want to go with andrew. suprised he didn’t pop up as soon as you ask me. i expect him to tag you or something. at least have a wire.” he joked tapping my shoulder and leaning closer to it, pretending he was talking in a microphone. “hey andy. how you doing today?”

pushing him off as he started laughing hysterically my voice turned pleading. “come on. we always have a good time when we’re together.” and i don’t want to be hounded all night by andrew and create false expectations on what we are.

i don’t say that part out loud though.

nico might be joking about the microphone but i don’t put it past him. andy always seems to find me even when i’m not telling him where i’m going.

“fine. i’ll go with you.” he gives in and i give a quick squeeze. “thank you. it won’t be disappointing i swear.” i said before heading to my class of the day.

now it’s gonna be easier to talk about the upcoming dance at dinner tonight when mrs routledge brings it up. i could tell the truth instead of changing the subject and feel the need to hide because of andy’s eyes on me.

making sure my hair covered my entire neck, i slipped into my seat next to my friend laura. she flashed me a smile as we got paper out. pop quiz friday. we know the routine.

as the class starts to settle in a senior comes in beaming. “they’re here!” she squeals as she makes her way to her friends and they start giggling as they talk?

who’s here?

“alright class. you know the drill. solve these five problems.” mr gary said turning on the projection and the sound of pencils soon fill the room as we solved the problems.

slope formula is y = mx + b and if x equals zero that means b and m is equal.

i watch as a freshman came into the classroom and gave a note to the mr gary. he read the note and sighed and pulled out a book, pretending to read it.

what?

then I heard the music playing.

they’re here.

the banging on the lockers soon followed.

they’re really here.

four figures came into the classroom. all wearing black hoodies and black pants with masks. jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, and the one who is the reason i refuse to be anything but friendly to andrew. his older, taller, hotter, and a whole lot more intimidating brother john b routledge.

the four horseman.

they were back.

probably because the basketball team sucked without them. i used to go to every game now i go once in a while and i didn’t pay attention to any of the new players. the new players weren’t them.

whatever magic the team had, it seemed they took it with them. no wonder the coaches or the sponsors called them down from college to pump up the team spirits.

do the tradition no one else seen be able to do. outer banks’ favorite holiday.

devil’s night.

a night of pure chaos where all adults looked away for the night. only the police trying to keep a leash on us.

“ryder johnson.” a boy from the back of the classroom got up. his eyes get flickering around, nervous as we all watched him. “yeah get some ryder.” that made him walk straighter to the one with the black mask - rafe cameron - and a smile to appear on his face as he walked out with rafe’s hand on his neck.

“walter james.” they called again and he didn’t hesitate as the one with the white mask - pope heyward - brought him out.

I can hear a couple of the girls giggling and i put my head back down. finish my work and prepare for what my friends were going to drag me on later.

i heard one of their boots start to walk. probably to see if they miss any other player.

they stopped at my desk.

i can feel my face heat up as i felt their stare on me. no one was whispering now.

looking up, my eyes meeting his and my breath hitched. i was facing the one with the red mask. the one that i was looking for every room i went in. the one whose presence i couldn’t shake even after he left for college.

john b.

our eyes held.

what does he want? he got all the people he wanted for now. girls who was old enough would follow and he would and could have anybody he wants.

but no. his focus was completely on me. it was like the whole classroom was gone and it was just the two of us.

he leaned closer and I sat up more, not wanting to be the one to ruin this. no matter what my thoughts yelled at me.

“she can’t go. she’s only seventeen.” mr gary said but he stayed in his seat. john b didn’t look away from me.

he knew what age i was. just a month younger then his brother. he didn’t budge.

“see something you like?” jj asked.

john b didn’t respond.

“okay. see something you want to bring?” john b shook his head and sat up more. “not yet anyway.” he whispered before they walked out,

my eyes followed as they walked out the room and stayed on the door as two girls walked out with their books, making terrible excuses not even trying to hide their smiles.

“five more minutes.” mr gary announced and i know he meant the quiz but who gives a shit now.

“can you bring this to my house?” i asked laura and raised my hand, putting the other on my stomach. “what are you do-?”

“yes ms santos?”

“my stomach doesn’t feel so good. can i go to the nurse?” he nodded and wrote me a pass.

i expected as much. who would believe that perfect little angel santos would be doing anything else? the straight a student who does volunteer work and wears her uniform in perfect order would be sneaking off to hang out with boys too old for her?

i grabbed the pass from him with a small smile and made my way out. hoping that they didn’t leave yet.

turning the corner in the parking lot, i saw them. the rest of the parking lot was dead so it was easy but it seemed like that everywhere they go. they had an aura that draws you to them.

pope heyward smiling with his mask on, drinking a beer and handing the rest out to the basketball players and girls there. rafe cameron was watching with his arms crossed, getting checked out by some of the girls.

rafe and pope’s car was filled with people. meanwhile it looked like they were using jj’s to house all the drinks.

perfect.

getting closer i prayed they didn’t notice me as i open john b’s car door and sat on the floor. i kept the door open as they got everybody riled up for their next stop.

“man, i do miss high school girls. they don’t give any lip back when you tell them something.” rafe mumbled and i heard jj chuckle.

“where are we going?” someone asked.

“somewhere where they can’t hear you scream.” that was pope’s warm deep voice.

“don’t scare them. that’s what the party is for.” rafe teased and the three of them laughed.

“are you guys done? let’s go.”

john b.

“what got him so pissy?” pope asked and i heard them get farther.

jj ignored his question. “she’s growing up fast and nice huh?”

“yeah. it’s getting harder to pretend not to notice her anymore.” john b replied and I felt something tugging on my heart.

but it was nothing new. he always had a new girl on his arm. he wasn’t mine to keep and i thought i gotten used to that fact.

“who are you guys talking about?” rafe questioned.

“no one. everyone get in their cars. i’m ready to get this weekend ready already.” he said and slammed his door behind him and I closed mine at the same time and laid back in the car.

the roar of the engine underneath me as i try to keep as still as possible. ready for wherever and whatever i was getting myself into.

[cat3ch1sm]

Yeeey! what would my last request be like in Jujutsu Kaisen? only with the cute and beautiful Itadori, Sukuna and Gojo! S/O having communication problems and having their diaries read by them, and reaction to seeing this! ( S/O with Komi san personality with Itadori, Sukuna and Gojo? ����😳 )

🍵| ofc ofc<33 i really appreciate ur patience:DD also i have yet to finish the anime do forgive me if i don't characterize these guys right!!! im going off of what i have RN, im about halfway finished with the anime<333

pov: reader s/o is very shy and hardly talks at all, what happens when their partner finds their diary?

itadori yuuji

༊* don't get me wrong, itadori is literally in love with you more than anyone else probably ever will be. but with his personality, sometimes he really wishes you would talk!!! more!!! often!!!

༊* so he goes to one of his friends, say nobara and megumi, and he's like "why do you think y/n doesn't talk??" and nobara's like "idfk bruh but she probably has somewhere else to 'express herself.' like a diary or smth"

༊* "so does that mean fushiguro has a diary too??" *deadpan voice from across the room* "no."

༊* now that itadori has this idea in his head, he goes off to look for one. and after searching in these dumbass places like the toaster or some shit he finally finds it in an obvious-ish place like under your bed

༊* "wow! y/n has a diary! i didn't know that.. wait, should i be reading this? probably not..." *looks guilty for two seconds* *opens the diary*

༊* when he starts to read it, he's surprised by the eloquence of your writing- tbh it makes his brain hurt. but itadori keeps reading anyway

༊* he is also surprised because you seem to feel a lot despite not conveying any of it whatsoever. he reads how you worry when he goes out on missions, he reads how at peace you feel whenever you're with him, he reads how you get angry when sukuna threatens to harm itadori, he sees how you wish you could show him more affection than you are able to, and he reads about how you wish you were able to be real friends with his friends. he even gets to know about how you felt about him even before you started dating, and how shattered you were when you thought he had died

༊* also, it makes itadori so happy when he reads the way you write about him throughout your relationship. all this time he had never been totally sure how you felt about him, but now he's relieved and absolutely thrilled to know that you love him as much as he does you. he only wishes you had shared all of this with him personally

satoru gojo

༊* okay. let's start with the fact that this man has the attention span of a celery stick

༊* you probably left the house for ten to twenty minutes to run and errand or two. and knowing that satoru is a literal child, you put something interesting on TV for him to watch so he doesn't blow the place up

༊* but yeah, no, that didn't work. 0.0005 seconds after the door locks behind you, he's all over the place. and of course he ends up in your room, where he unashamedly snoops through your things until he comes across a little journal

༊* "what's this? a diary???" *opens it up immediately and starts skimming through pages*

༊* sooner or later though, satoru is forced to actually start really reading when he doesn't find what he expected. he'd kind of been counting on some long, depressing sob story that would maybe explain why you were the way you were or something sappy like that. but a lot of your experiences don't seem so different from his- you just take them more slowly. your way of viewing things is a lot less quick than satoru's- while he kind of blasts through everything with a smile on his face and cracking stupid jokes, you stop to observe everything, and he can see this clearly in your writing.

༊* you need a medal fr- you managed to keep your mental boyfriend occupied for more than three seconds at a time??? and he's actually enthralled??? what the heck?!?1!1!1!1?!

༊* he doesn't even bother covering up tbr fact that he read your diary tbh. chances are when you open it up again to the last page you wrote on, there'll be a little teasing note from him or a stupid but affectionate doodle in the margins

༊* anyways, in the future, when satoru annoys you and you try to act mad, he'll just bring up your diary and quote something sappy you wrote about him just to make it worse

ryomen sukuna

༊* sukuna knew you had a diary. he sees you writing in it all the time when you think he isn't around

༊* to be honest, at first he couldn't care less. so what if you had a diary? diaries were for children- it was weird that you didn't talk to begin with. if he wanted to get something out of you, he would. that was all there was to it. he didn't care. sukuna didn't even want to hear about your thoughts and feelings and experiences.

༊* well... until he got to thinking. why were you scribbling all of your thoughts and feelings and experiences on paper when he was right there, anyway? of course, it wasn't like sukuna cared. no, not at all. but still. you should've been telling him these things, not rambling in some silly journal.

༊* he had a right to your mind, didn't he? why was sukuna even dating you if he didn't have access to your thoughts? no, this wouldn't do. he would just have to read the damn thing himself.

༊* so that's what he did. once you'd finally gone to bed, sukuna slipped into your bedroom and pulled your diary from its hiding place. he was surprised to feel no cursed energy radiating from it- that seemed uncommon for a human diary. somewhat curiously, he opened it and began to read.

༊* instantly, sukuna sees why there's nothing cursed coming from your notebook- but tbh, he doesn't necessarily understand how. in your writing, you seem to omit the negative things he was sure you'd include. he's not the "king of curses" in your eyes- he's just sukuna, your eccentric, sarcastic, and occasionally murderous boyfriend. you don't really bring up his "thing" with itadori, either, though you write a little about the boy himself as well as the teachers and students you've met while attending the academy with him. your character analysis is certainly nothing to sneeze at despite barely knowing many of the people you mention in your diary. you write about things as if they're flowers- sukuna's surprised that that's one of the first things that pops into his head as he's reading. frankly, he thinks it's sickening. but something stops him from closing the notebook

[borom1r]

SAW asks!! I have been thinking abt Mallick a lot tbh,, I honestly wld rlly like to hear whatever you've got abt him n Adam, him n Lawrence, and maybe him n Eric/William? Whether it's just like... a soft moment, or smth they like to do w each other specifically, maybe smth one of them does that they don't realize they do but the Other person notices, stuff like that!! (sorry if these aren't like,, very specific I am Very tired bfndnsjw)

mmmrhjgf prefacing this by saying i went into this night of festivities thinking "oh yea that strawberita from last night was ass and didnt do shit" and proceeded tp drink 2/3 of a twested tea and may i just say. not only is it not Ass, but it did in fact Do Shit ( i am drunkr than i expected to be)

anyways Mallick!!!

i think like. w/ Adam/Mallick th name of the game is Similarities. they r vverry very similar but like inverse sorta bc Adam is the way he is asa defense mechanism and fr Mallick what u see is what u get (insecuritieeeeeees)

but uhh to touch on headcanons ive kinda grazed over in th past i think Adam and Mallick have both self-harmed, Mallick currently + Adam moreso in the past— i think Mal is careful to keep anything fresh hidden at first bc he doesn't want to deal w/ some of his partners' reactions (even if it would be worry. sometimes thats just. too much).

but Adam notices the way he winces when he moves sometimes and the way he very gingerly sits down and, yknow. he's observant. and hes been there. and the next time they're alone he just asks "have you put bandaids on?" and maybe he gets a yes, maybe he gets a "no but i cleaned them" but its. its not the overwhelming concern that always makes Mal feel a little sick, it's just. recognition from someone whos been in that pace, no pressure to talk but a subtle reassurance that someone cares and wants to check in if he's taken care of them. not beg him to stop or ask what's wrong or to see them. its yet another moment of.. understanding n accommodation that Mal's just not fucking used to. and when its about smthn like that hes uh. hes more grateful than he can honestly express

Mallick/Lawrence is djfhjksf man. i go back n forth on how i feel about it honestlyyyyy bc i do think there's a larger disconnect between their perspectives than there is between Adam + Lawrenfce but im uh. no thoughts head empty <3

w/e whether i ssee them romantically or not doesnt matter this can go either way <3 but i do love the tenderness of making drinks for yr partner. knowing what they like + fixing smthn to surprise them bc yr already making smthn for yrself. and how just. purely fuckin touched Mal would b that sm1 remembered his preferences.. anyways i think Mal likes chamomile tea w lots of milk and honey and the first time Lawrence just makes him a cup + it hits that Lar Remembered What He Likes makes Mal 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻

+ uummnn Mal/Eric soft moment... ssjdshjdfk

i think Eric has a polaroid camera tht was a gift from Adam— ive touched on his notebook for important things but i think after hearing him express frustration at all the little memories he's missing that don't feel important enough to Write Down but still like. mean something, Adam scrounges up some cash + picks Eric up a camera. nd i think theres one day where he and Mal walk to the gas station to get ice cream and theyre walking home, sun shining, and Mal got a drumstick cone— and he winds up w a smudge of melted chocolate shell on his nose. but before he can wipe it off ("wait, hang on- don't wipe it yet") Eric takes a picture of him, smiling sheepishly, melting cone in hand and chocolate smeared on th tip of his nose.

and Mal just ????? and Eric shrugs, "you looked too cute for me to risk forgetting." and Mal... ohhhhh he definitely has to let that sink in for a while (very much a rudolph "she thinks im cute!!!!" moment later when hes hanging out w Adam + Adam is like. "yea dude we all think ur cute <33" sjkfhkjsdhf)