#tsukiyama angst

[freshavocadoos]

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haikyuu -- tsukishima kei x yamaguchi tadashi

word count: 3,349 words

summary:

The doctors had diagnosed him with Hanahaki disease. It was few and far between in this time and age, but not unheard of.

At the age of 12, Tsukishima Kei decided he won’t fall in love. Because love comes from attachment, and if what he knew was to be trusted, it also comes with rejection. And apparently he didn’t do well with those.

... Except, he falls for his best friend.

Or, the tsukiyama hanahaki au

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tags: hanahaki disease au, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

[rosy-126]

Somewhere In The Universe (Is Where You Lay)

Tsukishima knew he felt emotions differently. Yet, there was one person he loved. But Tsukishima could never get the courage to confess to Yamaguchi. Maybe what he need was a break. A get away vacation to clear he head. Meanwhile, Yamaguchi was driving home from work. It had been a tough day and he was tired and a bit distracted. Suddenly another car collided with his. His car spun out of control and the driver side of the car hit a light pole. It damaged Yamaguchi’s brain and he passed out.

When he awoke again, he was in the hospital. “He’s awake,” Shoyo yelled, “Look Kageyama-kun!” Kageyama strode over to the bed, “Give Yamaguchi some space, boke.” “Where’s Tsuki?” Yamaguchi asked instantly. “He’s still on the plane. I messaged him so he’ll see it when he lands,” Kageyama replied. Yamaguchi just nodded.

Tsukishima took out his phone. It had been a 10 hour flight after all. There was a swarm of notifications. He read the most recent text. “Yamaguchi got into a car crash. He’s in the hospital.” Kageyama had sent the text a few hours ago. Tsukishima broke down. Was Yamaguchi ok? Surely he wouldn’t die. Right? Tsukishima made plans to catch the next available flight to Miyagi. Sadly the next available flight was in a few days. Hopefully Yamaguchi wouldn’t leave him before that.

Yamaguchi had been informed his current status. He would only last a few days. The brain injury was incurable.

As soon as he landed, Tsukishima took off running to the hospital. He knew Yamaguchi wouldn’t last much longer. Kageyama and Shoyo were there. They sat with Yamaguchi who was in bed and sleeping. “We’ll give you two a minute,” Kageyama said. He motioned for Shoyo to follow. Once the pair had left Tsukishima slowly made his way to Yamaguchi. “Hey Tadashi,” Tsukishima nudged him a bit to attempt to wake him up. Yamaguchi opened his eyes, “Tsuki!” His smile was so comforting to Tsukishima. “I know you don’t have long Tadashi till…” Tsukishima paused to find the right words, “But… I wanted to say… I love you.” Yamaguchi’s eyes widened and his eyes started watering, “I love you too Tsuki!” Tsukishima wrapped Yamaguchi in a tight embrace. Soon they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

It was dead silent when Tsukishima woke up. He saw Shoyo crying in the corner of the room and he realized. Yamaguchi was gone. “I’m sorry,” Kageyama seemed to be holding back his tears too. “I love you. Please come back,” but the prayer was never answered.

It had been a week since Yamaguchi’s passing. Tsukishima couldn’t bear to attend the funeral. He couldn’t stand the thought of Yamaguchi getting lowered into a coffin and getting buried. So he sat alone in his room. “Somewhere in the universe. Somewhere in the universe you’ll be happy. We could be together,” Tsukishima thought, “Somewhere in the universe is where you lay. Rest well my angel.”

I might extend it if this gets more attention. My requests are open. I can make Haikyuu angst, one shots, and x readers.

[fuzzbot-vs-consistency]

Say The Words You Long To Hear

“You’re an ass,” Yamaguchi said, shoving Kei off the sidewalk with his elbow.

“And yet here you are all these years later.”

“Tragically,” Yamaguchi sighed, though Kei noticed that he had slowed down to allow him to catch up, “but there are some perks to that.”

“Like what?”

“You can’t keep any secrets from me anymore, I know you like the back of my hand.”

“Pfft, I’m still plenty mysterious.”

“You just like to think that, but you’re an open book to me. It’s all in the eyes,” Yamaguchi said, waggling his eyebrows for dramatic effect. ---

In order to prove that Yamaguchi isn't as good at reading him as he thinks, Tsukishima decides to reveal the one secret he knows will shock Yamaguchi.

Alternatively: When Tsukishima's pride is on the line, he makes incredibly dumb choices.

Word Count: 2203

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[he-was-a-star]

This is Not the End by @kings-highway is SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. I need more like right now. the ships in this are going to make me explode. established daisuga. kinda slowburn iwaoi. slowburn kuroken. slowburn ushiten (but I think they're almost there). the bokuaka is soooo good!! is akaashi using bokuto? tsukiyama angst!! the kagehina is so slowburn it's driving me insane. the twins are so funny and I love them!! kita my love!!

[theepisceswriter]

WELCOME TO CLUB RENAISSANCE !

(Aka Stallion's return event)

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OMGGGG, lovies I am SAUR excited to be back and share my creativity and world with you all and build off of the equally amazing ideas you have as supporters of my work. As an artist, having the inspiration and drive to write after not having ANY for so long means the world to me! So come help me spew out more content for yall!! And what better way to do it than a Beyonce themed event?

MASTERLIST (TBA once requests start rolling in)

HOW THIS EVENT WILL WORK

♡ Underneath the readmore tag there is an assortment of characters, tropes/situations (both sfw and nsfw), and even reader specifics to choose from annnnddd even wildcard options for you if there's anything I left out!

♡ You’ll choose a Drink (character), Beyonce Song (situations/tropes), and your favorite Yonce (reader specific).

♡ The characters listed are not the only ones available, all characters from the fandoms I have listed on my page are available! The ones listed are just the ones I get requests for the most or ones I’ve been having brainrots for lately 

♡ You can send in all sorts of combinations and be as vague or descriptive as you want to be. You can list multiple characters, multiple situations, etc, etc.

♡ For example: "Can I have a Long Island Iced tea, Cuff It & Energy, with Femyonce?", "Can I request Zeke Jaeger with the fwb trope and nb!Reader?" and even, "Can I have One night stand trope with Gojo after he comes home after being locked away for so long?" Whatever you want baby I got you!

♡ Enjoy grandma's babies !!!

♡ CMON AND GRAB YOU A DRINK BABY ! (Characters) ♡

Long Island: Reiner Braun

Margarita: Toji Fushiguro

Martini: Gojo Satoru

Old Fashion: Nanami Kento

Mimosa: Jotaro Kujo

Cosmopolitan: Dio Brando

Bloody Mary: Geto Suguru

Whiskey Sour: Jean Kirchstein

White Russain: Eren Jaeger

Daiquiri: Zeke Jaeger

Negroni: Gutts

Gin Fizz: Shigure Sohma

Manhattan: Levi Ackerman

Mojito: Erwin Smith

Lemon Drop: Shuu Tsukiyama

Sangria: Benimaru

Screwdriver: Leonard Burns

Mai Tai: Character of your choice!

♡ CHOOSE A JAM TO BOOGIE TO! (Scenarios/Tropes)♡

♡ CENSORED (SFW) ♡

ALL UP IN YOUR MIND: Yandere

KITTY KAT: Sidechick-type beat

NO ANGEL: Troubled!Reader

PRAY YOU CATCH ME: Cheating

JEALOUS: Jealousy

ALL NIGHT: Domestic themes (marriage, children, etc)

SORRY: Reconciling

ON THE RUN: Criminal!Reader x Criminal!Character

HEAVEN: Death

LOVE ON TOP: Fluff

MINES: Any trope to lovers

BEST THING I NEVER HAD: AU (coffee shop, modern, organized crime, etc, etc)

LOVE DROUGHT: Angst

HELLO: First date

BREAK MY SOUL: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ UNCENSORED (NSFW) ♡

COZY: Cockwarming

ALIEN SUPERSTAR: Monsterfucking

CUFF IT: Overstimulation

CHURCH GIRL: Religion kink

PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA: Aftercare (can be sfw)

VIRGOS GROOVE: Friends with benefits

MOVE: Dominatrix

THIIQUE: Body worship (can be sfw)

PURE/HONEY: Onlyfans!Reader

SUMMER RENAISSANCE: One-Night Stand

VIDEO PHONE: Phone sex

IF I WERE A BOY: Pegging

6-INCH: Sex worker!Reader

SANDCASTLES: Hate sex

UPGRADE U: Sugar Daddy/Mommy

HAUNTED: BDSM

BLOW: Oral fixation

PARTITION: Car sex

DANCE FOR YOU: Striptease

ENERGY: Mutual masturbation

ROCKET: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE YONCE ! ♡

Femyonce: F!Reader

Thugga Bey: M!Reader

Themyonce: Nb!Reader

Diversce (I thought of this one real hard): POC!Reader (you specify)

[harleyquilt]

A Forgotten Birthday, An Unopened Gift (A Touken/Kanetou fanfic)

Summary: It's the day after Kaneki is freed from Aogiri and decided to leave Anteiku, leaving both him and Touka lamenting the distance between them.

Words: 2,269

Notes: You can blame @hakucho-art for this angst-fest, the original hc was her idea 😔

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The air is cold and still. Touka sits on Anteiku's balcony, tucked away behind the tall bodies of surrounding buildings. It's dark now, the sun having long set, and the moon's light dulled by the overcast night sky. Touka shivers, hugging her body. The painful ache on her back permeates her entire body, stinging with each slow breath. It's healing, the inflamed skin gradually knitting itself back together, but the cold leaves her body tense, only adding to the pain. She should be going back inside, her numb fingers rubbing over the goosebumps on her arms. Yet she remains, searching for the moon beyond the dense barrier of clouds above.

To her side is a rectangular package, wrapped in a patterned paper bag and sealed with a sticker of a cartoon-ish rabbit. Picking it up, she tightens her hold around what was meant to be a gift, the bag crinkling under her fingers. It's a book of poems Yoriko helped pick out at the bookstore a week or so ago, recently released and highly acclaimed. Thinking about it now, Touka wonders if he already has a copy, knowing he visits the bookstore often. Well, that was before tonight. After seeing the state he was in at the Aogiri base, she finds it hard to imagine him casually browsing for books, as if nothing has changed. Cringing, Touka tosses the gift aside and wraps her arms around her knees, lowering her head.

She can still see his back facing her, his dark shirt tattered, his hair an unusual white, and his skin uncomfortably pale. It was an almost haunting sight, a complete change from the soft, weak boy she has come to know the past two months. He had walked away from his life at Anteiku and rejected her offer to stand by his side. And her heart, brimming with a mix of relief and gratitude moments before, ruptured from his sudden betrayal. Like a splash of cold water, a hard slap against her skin. She shakes her head at the memory, her fingers digging into her thighs. He never stopped her, watching her silently as she walked away from that cold hill-top. Leaving him, she suddenly felt incredibly hollow, as if he had punctured her heart and drained all that kept her warm before.

“Idiot.” She mutters, unwanted tears filling her eyes. “Idiot, idiot, idiot!” She kicks the ground, scaring away nearby pigeons.

She grips her necklace, the chain cold against her palm. Holding her parents’ last keepsake, she squeezes her eyes shut. She can almost see them, smiling at her, beckoning her, their voices dulled from the passing of time. Still, she relishes the warmth they bring her, welcoming her with much-needed affection. She can even see Ayato – young and soft, carrying with him an innocence that has yet to be trampled. An innocence she used to know. But they're not really here, not anymore, and opening her eyes, hot tears fall down her reddened cheeks, the metal biting into her skin.

“Why am I always…” Her words are broken with a soft whimper and she angrily wipes away her tears, sniffing. She doesn't finish her words, unable to bring herself to say her thoughts aloud, even while knowing it to be the truth.

And as always, she is left alone to dwell on the numbing loneliness enshrouding her, forever questioning what she should have done differently.

. . .

“This is one of my family's safehouses.” Tsukiyama explains, gesturing towards a modern-looking building. “This one is free for us to use for however long we–”

Before Tsukiyama can finish, however, Kaneki walks ahead and into the building, his ragged clothes hanging off his slender body. He looks around the doorway before examining his dirty feet. They're scarred and covered in a mix of dirt and dried blood. With a sigh, he steps into the house, and Banjou, his friends, and Tsukiyama follow from behind.

Tsukiyama, of course, makes no complaint, but even if he had, Kaneki lacks the patience to comply with any more demands. Not after tonight. Thankfully, the others choose not to comment while he walks around the house, checking the different rooms and silently making note of how he will utilise these spaces.

“What do you think?” Tsukiyama asks, smiling, once Kaneki returns to the living room. The others are sitting on the sofas, checking each other's wounds. “Is it all to your liking?”

“Yes.” Kaneki answers, slumping down onto a spare seat. His body suddenly feels much heavier, the exhaustion taking hold. “This is fine. Except…”

“Except…?” Tsukiyama leans forward, his hands clasped together, and eager to do whatever Kaneki may ask.

“There's no room for you.” Kaneki says, his voice cool and steady. He brushes a hand through his hair as Tsukiyama stands frozen, wondering if he somehow misheard Kaneki. Kaneki looks back at him, his expression unreadable. “You need to find somewhere else to sleep.”

“O-Oh…” Tsukiyama clears his throat, straightening. “But this hideout has so many spare rooms. Surely there's one I can–”

“No. There isn't.” Kaneki reiterates. He pulls himself back onto his feet and heads towards Banjou, seemingly ending the discussion.

Placing a hand on Banjou's shoulder, he offers a small, wry smile. “I need to sleep now, but you and the others are free to do what needs to be done. Make sure you heal your wounds and rest, okay?” He asks this, glancing at the others, who all nod back in appreciation.

“You too, Kaneki-kun.” Banjou returns the gesture with a heavy hand on Kaneki's shoulder. “We're all here for you.” He glances at Tsukiyama, now standing behind Kaneki and visibly shaken by what has transpired the past few minutes. Shaken, but not deterred. “And we'll be here once you wake up.”

Kaneki smiles, truly grateful to hear Banjou say those words. “Thank you, Banjou. Really.”

Once he makes sure Tsukiyama has left the building, much to Tsukiyama's dismay, he enters one of the smaller bedrooms on the second floor, shutting and leaning back against the door. It's only then that he can feel his legs tremble, and sliding onto the ground, he buries his face into his rough hands. With a stifled sob, his jaw clenched, he grips his now white hair, pulling his strands between his fingers.

So much has transpired the past week, the past day even, that it is difficult for Kaneki to completely comprehend. The memories rush through his mind like a rampant flood, crashing through his consciousness with feelings of hate, fear, regret, and a deep, dark grief that he can feel himself sinking further into with every passing moment.

And beyond the murky depths consuming him, he can see her face, looking at him with those wide, dark eyes. There's a softness there, beyond its hardened exterior, like a light beyond the dark abyss. He wants nothing more than to reach for it, to hold it gently within his hands, but he holds back, resisting the urge. Sensing his hesitation, her expression falters, the relief twisting into confusion, before finally settling on a bitter disappointment. At the time, she said nothing as she turned away from him, yet he could still hear the spite in her footsteps, the feeling of betrayal in her silence. The sound echoes through his mind now, shaking the foundations of his fortitude.

But it had to be done, he knows, and with a shaky breath, he lowers his hands and leans his head back, tears falling from his half-lidded eyes. If there is one thing he is certain about after all the turmoil of the past week, it was that Touka would be safer in Anteiku and away from him. Him and his ugly hands. Looking at them, his eyes drift over the ringed scars around the base of each finger, and then his darkened nails, black with congealed blood. Beyond the hundreds of layers of skin, though, was the blood of those he tormented not long before, their screams still ringing through his head. He can still smell their stench all over him. They deserved their pain, Kaneki thought, clicking his index finger. The sound elicits a stream of numbers that rattle around the inside of his ear. It still pulsates painfully with the scratching of centipede legs.

1000. 206. Minus 7. 204. Minus what what wha–

He slaps his hands over his ears, biting hard into his lip. He can taste blood as the sound fades into static, his body tense. Letting out a shaking sigh, he lowers his hands, sucking away the blood from his bottom lip.

Despite his desire to trample those with unrestrained power, this is not a life he wants Touka to see, to feel, or to share. Not anymore, at least. He will spare her from that life, free her from that shadow that continues to haunt her. Even at the cost of her friendship, of her presence in his life. The idea alone makes his stomach twist into a tight knot, but he has suffered worse pains – if it's for her sake, he will take on whatever pain is demanded from him.

He can see the scowl on her face as the thought passes through his tattered mind, and a smile tugs on his lips, her anger weirdly comforting. Familiar, even.

“Damn it.” He breathes, rubbing his face. “I want to see her again.”

. . .

Holding a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, Irimi dabs the wounds on Touka's back. Touka flinches with each contact, hissing through clenched teeth. Irimi places a hand on Touka's shoulder, holding her in place.

“Ow.” Touka murmurs, hunching her shoulders. The wounds continue to pulsate and tingle when Irimi finally pulls her hand back, discarding the blood-stained swab. “How much longer will this take?”

“Hmm,” Irimi leans forward, delicately placing her hands against Touka's back and examining the injury. “The cuts are deeper than I thought. You might need stitching.”

Touka shudders. “Forget it! Just give me some food and I'll be fine.”

Irimi is quiet for a moment, preparing the gauze. “I'm worried that your kakuhou has been damaged.” Pressing the gauze against the wound, she notices Touka's body stiffen. “It may be a while before you can use your kagune again. Even then, it may take longer for them to return to their original state.”

“Oh…” Touka is not sure what else to say, her hands clenched into fists on top of her thighs. Her hair falls forward, hiding her face. She can feel the colour drain from her cheeks.

“Yes, well,” Irimi sighs and finishes bandaging Touka's injury. With a warm, damp cloth, she wipes away the blood dripping down Touka’s back. “This shouldn't be too surprising, considering everything that's happened.” She leans back, gathering her supplies. “You just need time to rest and recover.”

“Right.”

Touka can't bring herself to say the words circling her mind, to voice the realisation that she would have been nothing but a burden to Kaneki, even if he had accepted her offer to join him. It's ridiculous, she thinks, resentment thickening into a hard lump in her throat; she had always been the one leading the charge before, using her strength to fight against those that threatened her and her loved ones. And now she's been reduced to nothing more than a burden, a mere hindrance to the very people she sought to protect.

Ayato's words lash against her, biting into her as hard as he had during their fight – she has grown weak, complacent, soft from the years she's spent playing human. And now, as punishment, her wings have been clipped, keeping her pinned to the ground where she belongs. Regret shrouds over her as she stands from her seat, mumbling a small thank you to Irimi. Her peer watches her, concerned.

“Listen, Touka-chan.” Irimi stands alongside Touka. “You're young, with so many opportunities ahead of you. You were brought to Anteiku so that you could explore those opportunities. It's a chance not many of us ghouls have growing up, you know that as well as I do. You don't need to prove yourself fighting battles that can't be won.”

Touka turns away, her arms wrapped around her waist. “Sure,” her frown deepens. “I just feel so…” Her words trail off into a defeated silence.

“It'll pass, you'll see.” Irimi pats her head and with that, leaves the room, leaving Touka alone with the words offered to her.

It gives Touka little comfort, unable to break free from the misery encompassing her. This day has left her defeated and to see any silver lining past all that has transpired would only add to her bitterness.

Still, she refuses to collapse where she stands and instead, she heads towards her bedroom, lifting her head. It is not resolve driving her forward, or the optimism that things will get better. It is simply what Touka has always done, what she will continue doing, so long as her heart is beating and her legs can carry her; she'll carry on, hoping, desperately, that Kaneki will at least keep his promise visit the cafe soon. He said he would, after all. Maybe then she can convince him to return. Yes, there's always that chance, as pathetic as it makes her feel, clinging hopelessly onto his words like this. Searching beyond that, though, Touka finds some comfort by reminding herself of Hinami and Yoriko, along with all the others at the cafe. It had to be enough, at least for now. If not…she isn't sure how much longer she can tread on this tightrope she has made for herself.

[desisailormoon]

Tokyo Ghoul RP Partner Wanted!

Hi there! I’m looking for a Tokyo Ghoul RP partner! I like to do semi-literate RP and 18+ (nsfw) is welcome.

I'm really looking for some:

�� oc x canon! I’ve got three main ocs on standby. ♡

��� canon x canon

— oc x oc

Angst and darker topics are welcome but not before discussion beforehand to make sure we’re all comfortable!

Please feel free to DM me if interested. <3

Current canon characters in my ball game: Rize, Eto, Tsukiyama, but I’m open to give others a shot with the right plot!

Can see myself trying at the moment: Itori, Juuzou, Hairu, Furuta, Koori, Touka…

Canon characters itching my RP brains: Furuta, Kaneki, Touka, Eto, but once again my options are open!

[maxumu]

kei tsukishima x reader /// angst, hurt no comfort, tsukiyama, unrequited

your relationship with tsukishima wasn’t overwhelmingly bad. he took care of you, gave you his affection when you wanted it, and told he loved you when you wanted to hear it—even if he didn’t always mean it. it was a relationship where he seemingly was at work more than he was home, but you didn’t take offense to it; he’s a busy man. he works hard for the life he has, you get it. you didn’t mind only having him at half past 7 when he’d come home for the day, always later than he promised that morning.

you tried to give him space, but it was hard. you lived together and rarely saw him as it was. how were you supposed to give him space when you had such limited time together? you weren’t sure, but you tried your best. and he appreciated it, appreciated the way you’d make yourself scarce when he was in particularly bad moods after work. still, there was something that nagged at his heart when he was around you. he never could put his finger on it. not when you first started dating, or when you moved into his apartment, or even after your two year anniversary.

it didn’t make sense to him until you started not so subtly bringing up rings. he still remembers that night vividly, and he can’t say that about a lot of nights.

he cringed when you started speaking. he knows he was harsh when he told you he was too tired to speak about it, but he meant it. he really had hoped you didn’t feel like that; he was hoping that you, he was just a placeholder. it would’ve made things so much easier. your relationship would’ve been so much easier if you felt the same way as he did.

he figured out what tugged at his heart the day you packed your things. he sat quiet in the kitchen, unable to face the personification of his own cowardliness that just so happened to take shape in you.

he really did enjoy being around you. you reminded him so much of Tadashi, it’s what drew him to you to begin with. unfortunately though, there was nothing you could’ve done to be Tadashi. you were fighting a losing game; loving a man who loved another. deep down, he always knew it too.

after you left, he sat in his empty apartment alone, having lost the best thing that had ever and would ever happen to him, as he opened the pretty envelope that held the bold words of ‘SAVE THE DATE’ for his best friend and his soon-to-be bride.

[mindfuljujutsu]

Moonlit Destiny: A Sorcerers Arrangement [Pt.2]

Hanae navigates her first week at Jujutsu High, finding her feet in the world of teaching. Her second-year students are supportive, but the real test comes from sharing an apartment with Satoru Gojo. He's rarely home, but when he is, he enjoys pushing her buttons and revelling in her reactions.

| Part 1 | Part 2|

Warning: None. Gojo and Hanae gets in a few argument, so angst?? A little bit of fluff too.

Words: 4.8k

a/n: Hi, I hope you enjoy the second part to this series. Editing this part took longer than I thought it would, but it's finally here! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments, and please like the story too if you enjoy it! Happy reading!

Hanae stood before the imposing entrance of Jujutsu High, her emotions in a complex whirlwind of apprehension and curiosity. With a deep breath, she embraced the blend of excitement and uncertainty that marked the commencement of this new chapter in her life— one scripted by tradition and prophecy, rather than her own aspirations.

Lugging her luggage along, Hanae journeyed towards the apartment she now shared with Satoru Gojo. As she approached, her mind buzzed with anticipation. The question of what lay behind that door weighed on her—would it echo the pristine tidiness that defined Gojo's appearance, or would it mirror the unpredictability that so often enveloped him?

Upon stepping into the apartment, Hanae was met with a pleasant surprise. Chaos did not reign supreme; instead, a remarkable sense of order and neatness prevailed. The living room exuded a tranquil aura, inviting with its ample space. A vast bookshelf graced one wall, housing an array of textbooks, novels, and various curiosities. At the room's centre, a plush couch faced a sleek flat-screen television.

Hanae's exploration extended to a well-appointed kitchen, boasting gleaming countertops and modern appliances, all meticulously maintained by Gojo. It was a reassuring sight, assuring her that their cohabitation could be harmonious.

Her own room, though still in the process of being unpacked, held the promise of comfort and spaciousness. A cozy bed adorned with soft linens, a well-furnished study desk, and a window with a view of the campus grounds awaited her presence. On her desk, the gifts from the Gojo family lay neatly arranged, awaiting her attention.

Despite the allure of her new surroundings, Hanae's adventurous spirit beckoned her to explore the place before she began unpacking. With ample time before her scheduled meeting with Principal Yaga, she sought to absorb the atmosphere of her new environment.

Engrossed in thoughts and captivated by the architectural marvels of the campus, Hanae failed to notice the striking woman with long, dark hair walking directly toward her. Both lost in their contemplations, they collided with a gentle thud, causing them to stagger back slightly.

Quickly recovering from the unexpected encounter, Hanae flushed with embarrassment and offered an apology. "I'm so sorry. I should have been more attentive to where I was walking."

The woman responded with an understanding smile, acknowledging her own role in the collision. "No need to apologise. I shouldn't have been walking and texting at the same time."

Observing Hanae's face, the woman continued, her curiosity piqued. "Are you new here? I don't believe I've seen you before."

With a respectful bow, Hanae introduced herself. "I'm Hanae Tsukiyama, a recent arrival at Jujutsu High."

The woman's keen eyes scrutinized Hanae. "I'm Shoko Ieiri, the head nurse and a sorcerer here. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Shoko extended the warmth of her company by offering Hanae a swift tour of the school grounds, an opportunity Hanae welcomed eagerly.

Initially reserved, Shoko gradually warmed to the conversation as they traversed the school grounds. She provided insights into Jujutsu High's rich history, the diverse range of techniques practiced by its students, and the tight-knit community that thrived within its walls.

Intrigued by Hanae's arrival, Shoko inquired, "So, what brings you here? Is teaching something you've always aspired to do?"

Hanae shook her head, gazing at the forest that enveloped Jujutsu High. "Teaching wasn't my initial plan, but it's grown on me. I have a fondness for working with children."

Shoko couldn't help but chuckle at Hanae's somewhat hesitant explanation. "Is that all?"

Hanae laughed in response. "No, there's more to it. I'm actually engaged to one of the teachers here, and our families thought it would be best if I were closer to him. Hence, I decided to take a job here."

“A teacher?” Shoko inquired, her curiosity piqued. "Which one? I'm sure I know him since there aren’t many to begin with."

Hanae's response triggered an abrupt halt in Shoko's steps, causing Hanae to stop as well. Hanae regarded her with a curious expression. "I assume you know Gojo?"

Shoko blinked a few times before replying, “Yes, we've been friends for a long time." She extracted a box of cigarettes from her pocket and took out a cigarette.

Observing her actions, Hanae couldn't help but remark, "I thought you said you quit?”

“I did,” Hanae watched as Shoko struggled to light the cigarette, and just as Hanae was about to intervene again, the cigarette was plucked from Shoko’s mouth before she could take her first puff.

Standing before them was none other than Satoru Gojo, whom Hanae hadn't seen since the official confirmation of their engagement. Dressed in his Jujutsu High uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering his eyes, he exuded an air of charisma and authority. The man she had met in the opulent Gojo residence had transformed into a different figure.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Shoko, sporting an annoyed expression, addressed Gojo. "Well, when one finds out that their friend is secretly engaged, don't you think that calls for an emergency smoke?"

Gojo responded with his characteristic nonchalance, acknowledging, "Nobody really knows yet. It's still quite fresh."

Shoko continued to scrutinize both Gojo and Hanae with a thoughtful expression. "Well, that's certainly unexpected. Gojo, you haven't mentioned anything. Not even that you were seeing someone."

Hanae couldn't help but feel a mixture of unease and relief, knowing that Gojo had kept their engagement as private as she had. It seemed that he was as guarded about the matter as she was.

"Shoko!" A voice called out from a short distance away, diverting their attention to a group of students surrounding a tall, dark-haired figure who appeared to be injured.

"Shoko, you've got to take a look at Megumi. He got hurt while practicing with Yuji," a girl in the group explained, pointing to the injured boy.

“What happened?” Gojo inquired, his tone surprisingly composed given the circumstances.

Hanae, on the other hand, couldn't help but worry about the injured boy, Megumi, and why nobody seemed more concerned about his condition. The poor boy had a gash across his forehead and was bleeding profusely from the wound.

"We were practicing, and then, out of nowhere, Sukuna took control and started beating the crap out of Megumi," a boy with pink hair, presumably Yuji, quickly explained.

"I'm fine," Megumi finally spoke up, though he appeared to be in pain. "I told them not to bring me here. I can take care of myself."

Shoko examined Megumi's injuries, her concern evident. “It doesn’t seem too deep, but perhaps we should get you checked out, just in case."

As the students reluctantly began to leave, Shoko turned her attention back to Hanae and Gojo. "This conversation isn't over. We're going to sit down and have a chat about what's really going on between the two of you."

A girl from the departing group couldn't resist making a joke, asking, "Who's this? Gojo-sensei's girlfriend?"

Shoko corrected her with a smirk, "She's his fiancée."

The revelation left both Yuji and the girl in shock, their exclamations filling the air. The only one who seemed relatively unfazed was Megumi, who observed Hanae with a hint of curiosity.

"That's a story for another time," Gojo chuckled nervously, waving the students away. "Why don't you all help Shoko take Megumi to her office?"

With the students and Shoko gone, a heavy silence hung in the air between Hanae and Gojo. They stood a few feet apart, each unsure of how to break the ice that had formed between them ever since their last interaction.

Gojo cleared his throat, his voice strained. "So, Hanae, how was your trip here? I hope it wasn't too exhausting."

Hanae glanced away, her arms crossed defensively. "It was fine, thank you," she replied curtly, avoiding eye contact with him.

Another awkward pause followed before Gojo tried again. "You know, this place can be overwhelming at first, but you'll get used to it. If you need any help settling in or have any questions, feel free to ask."

Hanae nodded, still not looking at him. "I appreciate that, but I can manage on my own."

Gojo's jaw tightened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, Hanae, I understand this situation is far from ideal for both of us, but we have to make the best of it. The students already know about our engagement, and we can't let them see any discord between us."

Hanae finally met his gaze, her eyes filled with frustration. "I get it, Gojo. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. We barely know each other, and this whole charade is driving me crazy."

He ran a hand through his hair, his own frustration evident. "Believe me, I'm not thrilled about it either. You were the one who agreed to this stupid arrangement in the first place. If you said no, we both wouldn’t be doing this right now.”

“Didn’t we go over this the last time?” Hanae scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told you that I didn’t have much of a choice either!”

Gojo rolled his eyes but decides against responding, knowing that it would just lead to another argument, and they couldn’t afford to be caught having an argument in public, or else their families would have their necks.

At their last meeting, they were specifically instructed to not say a word to anyone outside of their family regarding the circumstances around their engagement. They were told to always put up the front of a happy and very much in love couple, or else there’d be consequences that both of them would not like (aka getting their trust funds taken away).

The awkward silence lingered for a moment longer, neither of them willing to be the first to break it. Then, because gossip got around so quickly at Jujutsu High (thanks to Yuji who was the biggest gossip of all), a group of students from a nearby training ground approached, their curiosity piqued by the sight of Hanae and Gojo together.

"Sensei! Is this your fiancée?" one of the students asked, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Gojo's expression shifted immediately, adopting a playful tone as he put an arm around Hanae's shoulders. "Yes, she is. This is Hanae, my lovely fiancée."

Hanae felt a surge of irritation but didn't protest. Instead, she forced a small smile and nodded, playing along with the act, albeit reluctantly.

The students exchanged knowing glances and whispered among themselves, clearly excited by this unexpected development. The news of Gojo's engagement would undoubtedly be the talk of the day.

Another student, a girl with short, fiery hair, piped up. "Wow, you guys make such a cute couple!"

Hanae's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to maintain her composure. "Thank you," she replied politely, though

 her discomfort was evident.

Gojo continued to put on the act, his arm still around Hanae. "We certainly are lucky to have found each other, aren't we, sweetheart?" he said, using a pet name that made Hanae cringe inwardly.

She clenched her jaw but managed to nod in agreement. "Yes, we are."

The students chatted with Gojo and Hanae for a few more minutes, asking about their relationship and sharing their excitement. Gojo expertly deflected any personal questions, keeping the conversation light and friendly.

Once the students finally left to continue their training, Gojo turned to Hanae with a wry smile. "Well, that was interesting."

Hanae rolled her eyes. "Please don't call me 'sweetheart' or any other pet names. This act is hard enough as it is."

Gojo chuckled, his demeanor more relaxed now that the students were gone. "Fair enough, Hanae. We'll try to keep it as professional as possible."

Hanae's first week at Jujutsu High passed in the blink of an eye. Her transition into the life of a teacher appeared to be seamless. Her group of second-year students proved to be easy-going and understanding, giving her space to find her footing in her new role. Hanae was pleasantly surprised by their cooperative attitude, making her teaching experience more enjoyable than she had initially anticipated.

The only real source of frustration during this week was her living situation with Gojo. While he was seldom home, the moments he was present seemed to test her patience to its limits. Gojo had a knack for doing things he knew would annoy Hanae or saying and doing things just to get a reaction out of her. Their interactions often left her exasperated and on edge, as if Gojo took pleasure in pushing her buttons.

On Day 2, Hanae decided to start her day on a positive note. It was a special day for her since she was going to have her first meeting and lesson with the second-year students she was teaching. Wanting to make a good impression and keep up appearances, she decided to make breakfast not just for herself but for Gojo as well.

As she bustled around the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Hanae had prepared a hearty breakfast with scrambled eggs, toast, and some fresh fruit. She set the table neatly, determined to start the day on the right foot.

Gojo emerged from his bedroom, looking disheveled with messy hair and wrinkled pajamas. He walked straight to the pot of fresh coffee that Hanae had brewed and poured himself a generous amount into his own mug. There was no greeting, no acknowledgment of her presence. He seemed to be in his own world in the morning.

Hanae, not one to let his behavior slide, offered a sarcastic "Good morning" as she watched him pour his coffee. "How did you sleep?"

Gojo responded with a monosyllabic, "Fine," devoid of any enthusiasm or emotion. Mornings weren't his strong suit.

Seeing that her attempt at small talk wasn't going anywhere, Hanae extended an olive branch. "I made breakfast. You want some?"

Gojo, slightly more receptive to the offer of food, simply nodded in response.

They ate in silence, the only sounds in the room being the clinking of cutlery on plates. Gojo, as usual, finished his meal first, got up, and gave a polite but emotionless, "Thanks for breakfast."

However, he made no move to clean up after himself. Instead, he placed his dirty dishes in the sink and turned to leave the kitchen.

Hanae, not willing to let this set the tone for their mornings, stopped him with a firm tone. "Aren't you going to clean up after yourself?"

Gojo looked at her, his expression equally firm. "You're going to have to wash up the other things you used too." He gestured to the equipment she had used to make breakfast and her own dirty dishes. "Might as well add mine to the bunch."

Hanae rolled her eyes but decided not to push the matter further. She didn't want to start her day with an argument.

As Gojo left the kitchen, she muttered under her breath, "Well, at least I tried to be nice." She proceeded to clean up the breakfast mess, reminding herself that it was all part of the compromise they had to make for this peculiar arrangement.

In the afternoon of Day 3, in the apartment shared by Hanae and Gojo, the atmosphere was thick with tension. It had only been a few days since Hanae's arrival at Jujutsu High, and the strained interactions between herself and Gojo showed no sign of improvement. In fact, the subtle hostility between them seemed to be growing.

Hanae had spent the morning working on lesson plans for her upcoming classes. She was determined to excel in her new teaching role and prove to her family that she could handle this arrangement, even if she had reservations about the marriage.

Gojo, on the other hand, seemed to be deliberately testing Hanae's patience. He had taken over the living room with his own work, scattering papers, textbooks, and scrolls all over the coffee table and the floor. It was as if he was staking a claim to the space, leaving Hanae with little room to work.

As Hanae tried to find a small spot to set down her notes, she couldn't help but comment, "Do you have to spread your things all over the place like a child?"

Gojo, seemingly unfazed by her remark, glanced up from his papers with a smirk. "Well, this is my living room too, isn't it?" His tone was intentionally provocative, as if he enjoyed getting under her skin.

Hanae clenched her teeth but decided not to engage further. She moved her work to a corner of the room, struggling to concentrate with Gojo's presence so close.

Throughout the day, their interactions remained minimal. It was as if they were two strangers living in the same space, silently acknowledging each other's existence while avoiding any meaningful conversation.

As the evening approached, Gojo finally packed up his materials and headed to his room, leaving Hanae with a sense of relief. It was a small victory in their ongoing battle for space and autonomy within the apartment.

Though the tension was palpable, Hanae had no intention of giving up. She was determined to find a way to coexist with Gojo, even if it meant challenging his provocations and asserting her own presence in the apartment they now shared.

Day 4 dawned with a chill in the air, and it seemed that Gojo had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Hanae, trying to maintain some semblance of peace in their shared apartment, prepared breakfast in silence. She was engrossed in her morning routine when Gojo decided to disrupt it.

He strolled into the kitchen, looking less than thrilled. "Hanae, where's my favorite coffee mug?"

She paused, setting down her toast, and glanced at him. "I don't know, Gojo. Why don't you check the cupboard where you usually keep it?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, his tone challenging. "I did. It's not there. Did you use it?"

Hanae couldn't believe he was picking a fight over a coffee mug. She kept her cool, though, and replied, "No, I haven't touched your mug. Maybe you misplaced it."

Gojo's irritation was evident as he continued to search the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure I left it here last night. Are you sure you didn't move it?"

Her patience was running thin, and she couldn't help but respond with a touch of sarcasm. "Oh, right, Gojo. I must have hidden your precious coffee mug just to mess with you. It's not like I have better things to do."

He glared at her, clearly not in the mood for her sarcasm. "Hanae, this isn't a joke. That mug means a lot to me."

Now thoroughly annoyed, Hanae crossed her arms. "And it means absolutely nothing to me. Check the cupboards again, or maybe you'll magically find it where you left it."

In the end, Gojo found the missing coffee mug in the very cupboard he had checked earlier, and Hanae couldn't resist a smug smile as she sipped her tea.

As the late afternoon of Day 5 faded into evening, the living room of their shared apartment was bathed in a warm, subdued light, courtesy of the receding sun. Hanae, tired and slightly drained from a day spent working with her students, craved nothing more than a moment of relaxation and a chance to unwind.

Stepping into the apartment, her spirit lifted at the prospect of a soothing shower. However, the sight that awaited her in the bathroom quickly dampened her mood. There, on the shower rack, lay her expensive shampoo and conditioner in disarray, their once pristine bottles carelessly discarded, the contents dwindled.

An immediate surge of anger coursed through Hanae. It was Gojo's blatant disregard for her belongings that drove her to storm out of the bathroom. She sought him out, finding Gojo sprawled on the couch, casually leafing through a magazine.

"Gojo!" Her voice sliced through the air, trembling with a mix of fury and indignation. "Did you use my shampoo and conditioner?"

Gojo looked up, his expression one of innocence. "You mean those fancy bottles? Yeah, I did."

Hanae's disbelief was palpable. "Those were expensive, Gojo! I bought them for myself. You have your own products."

He responded with a shrug, as if the matter was inconsequential. "I ran out of mine, so I figured, why not try yours? They were just lying there."

Fighting to maintain her composure, Hanae tried to reason with him, although she knew his receptiveness to logic was questionable. "It's not acceptable to use someone else's belongings without their consent. It's called respecting personal boundaries, Gojo."

His grin widened, fully aware of the agitation he was causing. "Come on, Hanae, it's only shampoo. It won't be the end of the world."

Hanae's patience was wearing thin, and she decided to confront the root of her frustration. She reached for the magazine in Gojo's hands and forcibly shut it. "This is precisely what I'm talking about, Gojo! You act like nothing matters, like nothing has any value, including the feelings and possessions of others. You're insufferable!"

Gojo leaned back, displaying his usual nonchalance. "You really should learn to relax, Hanae. It's just shampoo. There's no need to get so worked up over it."

The argument unfolded as expected, provoking a tremor in Hanae's voice, a fusion of anger and weariness. "It's not just about the shampoo, Gojo. It’s about basic respect and consideration for others. Yet, I assume even that is an unreasonable expectation from you."

He chuckled, savoring the irritation he had elicited. "Well, considering you're so upset, I promise not to lay a finger on your fancy shampoo again. Happy now?"

Frustrated and vexed, Hanae turned and retreated back to the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she muttered under her breath, "I can't believe I'm stuck with you."

During the late night of Day 6, as Hanae was going about her business in the bathroom, she spotted a sight that sent a shiver down her spine. There, on the wall, was a large and ominous-looking insect. Its segmented body and and bristling legs gave it an otherworldly appearance. Hanae's eyes widened, and she let out a blood-curdling scream.

Startled, she dropped her face wash and dashed straight to Gojo's room. She pounded on his door urgently, her heart racing, and her voice filled with panic. "Gojo! Open the door, please!"

After a moment, the door creaked open, and Gojo, still in his casual attire, peered at Hanae with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Hanae, what's wrong? Why are you screaming?"

Hanae was panting, her face pale as she tried to convey her fear through her quivering voice. "There's a giant insect in the living room, Gojo. It’s huge and I'm terrified. Please, you have to get rid of it.”

Gojo, always the picture of nonchalance, nodded and followed her, his curiosity piqued. “Show me where it is, and I’ll take care of it.”

With shaky hands and wide eyes Hanae led Gojo back to the bathroom, pointing with a trembling finger at the menacing creature that had invaded their space. It clung to the wall, its spindly legs seeming to stretch for miles. Hanae had never seen such a daunting insect before, and her fear was genuine.

As Gojo approached the insect with a determined look on his face, he raised his foot, ready to squash it. Just as he was about to strike it, Hanae let out another scream and rushed forward to stop him. She grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with pleading desperation,"Wait, Gojo, don't kill it. It's just an innocent creature that wandered in here unknowingly."

Gojo's expression shifted from determination to a mild annoyance., his brow furrowing as he sighed and lowered his foot. "Hanae, it's just an insect. But if you don't want me to kill it, I'll throw it out.”

With a smirk that didn't bode well for Hanae's nerves, Gojo reached down and picked up the insect with his bare hand. Hanae's eyes widened in horror as she stepped back, horrified by the audacity of his actions.

Gojo then approached her with the insect, wiggling it slightly in his hand. "Look, Hanae, it's not so scary. It's just a little bug."

Hanae let out another scream and retreated, her face a mixture of fear and exasperation. "Gojo, please, just get rid of it!”

With a playful glint in his eye, Gojo chuckled and moved towards the window, cradling the insect gently. He opened it and, with a flick of his hand, sent the insect sailing out into the open air.

Hanae watched with a mixture of relief and annoyance as Gojo closed the window. She couldn't help but shake her head at his antics, her heart still pounding from the encounter. Living with Gojo was proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated, but it was moments like these that left her both frustrated and oddly entertained.

Day 7 began much like the previous ones since Hanae's arrival at Jujutsu High. Her mornings typically revolved around preparing breakfast for both herself and Gojo. Afterward, they would part ways, each focusing on their own responsibilities and obligations. Adapting to the presence of another person in their living space had been a significant adjustment, and the initial days were marked by tension and discomfort. However, over time, the atmosphere in their shared apartment had evolved from a hostile environment to something less confrontational. While they were far from being friends, there were moments when Gojo's knack for playfully getting on Hanae's nerves resulted in a reluctant laugh from her (though always in private).

At the end of an especially long day, which involved a thorough apartment cleaning, Hanae sought refuge in her room. Seated at her desk, she flipped through the pages of a romance novel. The fictional world provided a brief escape from the real-life challenges that dominated her daily routine. Yet, her tranquil interlude was interrupted when an unwelcome visitor made an unexpected appearance.

Gojo materialized in her doorway, his customary air of nonchalance barely concealing the mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's caught your full attention, Hanae? A steamy romance novel, perhaps?"

Hanae's irritation flared, leading her to close the book and place it on her desk. Her gaze locked onto Gojo, and she couldn't help but express her frustration. "Gojo, can't you just knock or announce yourself? Some privacy would be greatly appreciated."

He casually entered her room, acting as if the concept of personal space held no meaning to him, and leaned against the doorframe. "Privacy? Come on, Hanae, we're practically married."

The way he addressed the situation, with a lack of consideration for her feelings, irked her deeply. "We're married in name only, Gojo. Don't forget that."

His smirk remained in place, clearly taking pleasure in her discomfiture. “But we do shared a bed, you know. It's almost like a real marriage."

Hanae felt her cheeks flush, and she corrected him firmly. "We don't share a bed, you imbecile! You're literally standing in my bedroom. Just because we live in the same apartment doesn't mean you have free rein to access my room. Can't you show a little consideration?"

With a raised eyebrow and an indifferent tone, he responded, "Consideration? You're making a big deal out of nothing, Hanae. We're both adults."

Determined to stand her ground, Hanae shot back, "Fine. I'll start barging into your room without knocking. Hope you don't mind."

Gojo smirked at her, a playful glint in his sapphire eyes. "I don't mind at all. You're welcome anytime."

Taking a deep breath, Hanae felt a headache starting to form. She was battling not only Gojo's lack of regard for personal space but also her exasperation at feeling the need to make a point. "Gojo, all I'm asking for is the basic courtesy of knocking before entering my room. We see each other constantly; I'd appreciate having some semblance of privacy in my own space."

With an exasperated sigh, Gojo displayed a rare hint of understanding. "Alright, I'll do my best, okay?"

Hanae nodded, grateful for this small concession. "Thank you. It's all I'm asking for."

As he turned to depart, Gojo couldn't resist a final teasing jab. "Maybe you should read that steamy romance novel to relieve some stress. It might do you some good."

Hanae rolled her eyes, watching him leave her room. The smile that tugged at her lips was more challenging to suppress than she had anticipated.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed the little time skips so that you could get a brief glimpse of what it's like to live with Gojo.

Gojo and Hanae are gradually developing a friendlier relationship. Perhaps in the next chapter we'll see more of this new side, or will things just go back to how they were??

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments; I welcome constructive feedback as a means of improvement. If you've enjoyed the story, don't hesitate to show your support by Liking or Reposting. Thank you! 💓

[writing-fanics]

Tokyo Ghoul Masterlist

key. angst = ✟ fluff = 𓆩♡𓆪

Kaneki Ken

our future ✟ 𓆩♡ 𓆪 [Fueguchi!Reader]

something precious [Nagachika!Reader]

[summary: she was something precious he wanted to protect to keep from harm]

Nishiki Nishio

Shuu Tsukiyama

Yomo

Uta

Kishou Arima

Urie Kuki

Hideyoshi Nagachika

Ayato Kirishima

Shirazu Ginshi

[fairy-writes]

1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

MENU

Sizes: 

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks: 

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials: 

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer? 

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

[fuzzbot-vs-consistency]

tell me everything is going to be alright (even though you don’t believe it)

In theory, this walk home shouldn’t be different from any other. Tadashi had apologized, Tsukishima had said it was fine.

But theories are often wrong. ——— Alternatively, Yamaguchi makes a mistake and he and Tsukishima have to pick up the pieces.

Word Count: 2014

Click here to read!

[dreckigenahte]

tsukikane is literally the perfect ship and i'll die up here like it’s got everything you could possibly want:

- stupid crushes

- friends to enemies

- enemies to fwb (it's a concept okay)

- friends to strangers

- friends to lovers

- fluff

- smut

- angst

- one sided pining

- denial of feelings

- opposites attract

- domesticity

- honorary child (hinami)

- cannibalism as a metaphor for attraction

- the concept of haise falling in love with tsukiyama as a stranger then regaining his memories and wondering what the hell is going on

- everyone else hating them as a couple

need i continue.

[captain-astors]

Amoneki and Shuuneki for ship bingo? 🤔

You know not the snake pit you have just poked with a stick. I'll start with Amoneki because I can be normal about that.

The thing about Kaneki ships, is that I do not really care enough about him outside of selective interpretations to care who people pair him with. However, I can say with relative confidence that I enjoy this. It makes me feel kinda fuzzy, not in the brainrot way, just every time I try to think of the scenarios to put them in my brain turns to mush and I go "mmm. ghoul." Unlike most of my ships I do not want them to suffer profusely but I would not complain about a good angst fic.

Then next Shuuneki.

oh god.

I have mentioned that seeing Shuu Tsukiyama was the event pulled me into reading Tokyo Ghoul, but Shuuneki is what kept me here. I can't stress how much I used to think about them. I think I stalked this place for a solid month before I posted any drawings just digging as far as I could through the tag and examining fanfiction and you know what? Most of it was terrible two dimensional nonsense. I only found a couple that I genuinely thought were well-written. Most of the art I've liked was from one artist. They have a genuinely really interesting dynamic but they're also really easy to turn into soupy, weird nonsense. Anyways if anyone knows any genuinely good content of them please share, trying to look for content of this ship really is rather like digging through a trashbin. And yet I think about them a LOT. I would love to talk about them more.