#yujisdreamgirl ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[yujisdreamgirl]

you’ve liked him for.. god knows how long.

he’s been your best friend since you guys were kids—inseparable, as everyone called it.

caleb has always been by your side. from when you were kids until after you both graduated college.

it’s not like you never allowed yourself to like him. you’ve always seen him as a brother. yeah, totally! i mean, he calls you pipsqueak for god’s sake.

so why does it piss you off so much to know that he has a “work wife”?!?

maybe it’s because it’s one-sided? you’ve always been really great at reading facial expressions, and the look on caleb’s face speaks volumes.

he’s not interested in her, you convince yourself.

“earth to pipsqueak,” he waves his hands in front of your face and snaps his fingers. “are you even listening to me?”

“huh? yeah- yeah i am. so, the work wife..?” he tilts his head confused. “i stopped talking about that like- 3 minutes ago. i’m talking about the new mission i got”

you pause—you got so lost in your thoughts that you unconsciously stopped listening to him. caleb smirks and pokes at your side, “you’re jealous.” your eyes shoot up to his and you immediately regret it. you look away flustered, feeling the heat creep up your ears.

“stop talking.” caleb laughs at your embarrassed state, placing his fingers underneath your chin to make you look at him. since when did he look so handsome?!

“you know you’re the only woman i like” he smiles softly. he takes a glance at your lips which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you breathe in and exhale deeply, unsure of what to do next.

“i only have eyes for you.”

safe to say you’re now both married, living in a small house by the riverside and a child on the way :)

[yujisdreamgirl]

thinking about boxer!toji who is your loving boyfriend of 2 years. you’ve been dating since the first year of his boxing career and he’s been treating you like an absolute princess.

boxer!toji who you can’t help but gush at whenever you watch his matches. god.. his back, the way his shoulders firm and his big arms swing. how his biceps have silly bite marks you gave him last night—you could just eat him up.

boxer!toji who usually comes home late all bruised and bloody. however, a sigh of relief comes out of you as you look up to see the huge grin on his face, holding up his winning trophy.

boxer!toji whose abs are so toned you could practically crack nuts on them. like, seriously. after you showered you swore you could see your reflection on them.

boxer!toji who really cannot get off his beautiful girlfriend. literally. his hands are always on you. when in public, his hand is always on your lower back. in private, he’s cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow. hands all over your hips, taking in your scent and kissing you everywhere.

boxer!toji who looks for you in the crowd when he wins, kissing the medal and winking at you.

boxer!toji who is.. quite famous. he has no intent on getting on social media, but his inbox is bombarded with tiktok edits of him that you sent. you giggle and kick your feet whilst the said “Sexiest Boxer Alive” gets out of the shower drying his hair. he has never seen the appeal, but he might just get social media to brag about you.

boxer!toji who asks you to help him with his exercising routine, getting you to sit on his back when he does pushups. it’s quite impressive, really. how is he able to do pushups with you on his back, and with one arm?!

boxer!toji who never thought he’d want to settle down, but ever since he laid eyes on that cute news reporter (you), he has never wanted anything more in his life.

[yujisdreamgirl]

crush!Megumi who didn’t need to take awhile to warm up to you, your outgoing personality making it hard for him to resist

crush!Megumi who you thought you met at school, but it was actually at the library when you defended him for returning his book late

crush!Megumi who trains really hard with no distractions, but puts everything aside when his phone gets a notification from you

crush!Megumi who keeps the plushie you gave him as a reward on his desk to remind him of how worth it his efforts are

crush!Megumi whose ears turn red when he lies, and turns especially red when you ask if you look good today

crush!Megumi who has eyes for you and only you, but no one has to know that yet.

—

boyfriend!Megumi who hates pda, but has no shame in cuddling you to the death when you’re finally alone

boyfriend!Megumi who swears he doesn’t like seeing you in his hoodies, but his ears suddenly turn to a bright pink.

boyfriend!Megumi who doesn’t understand how his small, simple compliments make you feel so loved and important

boyfriend!Megumi who indulges in your hobbies. pottery? he’s already signed up for classes. trinket making? the supplies are on its way. journalling? make sure you write about him too ;p

boyfriend!Megumi who swears his soul just ascended when he hears those three words come out of your mouth for the first time

‘What?’

His head raises to look up at you, the arms wrapped around your waist getting slightly tighter.

‘..I said I love you.’

Megumi freezes, his eyes widen slightly as his mouth slightly agapes. Is this real?

‘S-sorry, was that too soon? I’m-‘

‘I love you too. A lot.’ He nuzzles his head back into your neck this time, and you swear you feel wetness drip onto your shoulder.

‘Are you crying?’

‘No.’

hii first post kinda nervous>.< also i defo did NOT think about zhang lurang while writing this ahahaha (hes so megumi coded)

͙͘͡★ dividers by @/mewryn 🛸

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[yujisdreamgirl]

the first time nerd satoru realised he’s in love with you was not when you first met or during homecoming, no.

it was when you tried on his glasses.

you were both in the library studying for your upcoming tests, with him helping you understand the seemingly “complex” math equations. (you honestly just wanted to spend time with the him)

you stole his phone and took photos, handing him his glasses back and forcing him to look at the beautiful 0.5 photos.

“how do i look?” satoru just stares at the photos in awe at how cute you looked with his glasses, the high prescription glasses making your eyes look bigger than usual.

“you uh.. look silly,” he hopes that you can’t hear his heart beating out of his chest right now. the way sweat dripped down his forehead, palms equally sweaty as he tries adjusting his collar. he doesn’t get it, why is he so worked up over you wearing his glasses? and why do you have to be so cute?!

but of course, his burning red appearance doesn’t go unnoticed by you. he excuses himself to the bathroom (he’s gonna drench himself in cold water to get rid of this pathetic appearance), and you take the opportunity to set your photo as his wallpaper.

once you bid your goodbyes, satoru turns on his phone to check if he’s missed any messages during the tutoring session. his heart skips a few beats as he sees the photo of you wearing his glasses set as both his lock and homescreen. he fell to his knees, shota kazehaya style, buried his face into his arms and felt even warmer than earlier.

fuck, he’s fallen in love with you.

[yujisdreamgirl]

✮⋆˙ Random texts between JJK men .ᐟ (but they’re actual texts between me & my friends)

ᯓ★ characters: gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, toge, yuji

ᯓ★ warnings: cursing, fluff/crack, death threat

smau masterlist || general masterlist

[yujisdreamgirl]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ cw: fem reader, use of y/n, non-sorcerer au, toji & mamaguro are alive and well living with megumi🥲

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ a/n: watched wifty again :3 ♡

pt 2

all his life, megumi only ever knew how to study.

his father, toji, always pressured him to try his best. to get the top grades in the whole year group, to be the smartest of the smartest.

megumi never really allowed himself to become distracted with things that could hinder his studies. he keeps to himself, and has only two friends, itadori yuji and kugisaki nobara.

how different could you be?

you came into his life like a breath of fresh air, as if detangling him from his suffocating jail cell of a room. you were so bubbly and positive all the time, a total contradiction to his aloof and nonchalant personality.

you always take the bus ride home with him, even if you live in different estates. however, one day you fell asleep on his shoulder and he put everything in his willpower to not move. not a single inch.

nobara and yuji had never seen him like this before. being so warm and welcoming to someone outside the friend group, agreeing to hang out on weekends when he would usually spend those days studying.

it was definitely a foreign feeling. megumi had never met anyone like you. you complete each other—you were good at english, he sucked at it; he was good at math, and you’re.. well, it’s complicated!

he pretends to hate it, but in reality he absolutely loves your presence. his eyes search for yours in the crowd, he hopes you’re beside him on the bus when you’re on a school trip, and he always looks forward to your texts.

so, how do his parents react when they notice the changes in their son’s mood, you ask?

mamaguro was cooking dinner, asking megumi questions on how his day was. “good” he replied monotonously, but she could see the smile that was peeking out as he was pouring himself a glass of water. she decides not to comment on it, thinking he’ll tell me when he’s ready.

toji, on the other hand, was not having it. he was bombarding megumi with questions completely unrelated to school.

“it’s a girl isn’t it?”

“you need to focus on your schoolwork more.”

“how are your grades?”

“girls are a waste of time! all they’ll do is hold you back”. mamaguro smacked his head for that.

[yujisdreamgirl]

husband!nanami who was prepared for valentines day one month ahead. everything was planned considerately and perfectly. he has the whole day organised, from waking up to bedtime.

so, when you told him you were assigned a mission on valentines day, it was like looking at a wet puppy. he tries to conceal his disappointment, saying he understands, but deep down you know he’ll be sulking all week. it’s not like he created a whole itinerary for the day or nothing..

on february 14th, regardless of the whole missions shenanigans though, he still made the most out of treating you like royalty which means at least he got to tick some stuff off his list.

breakfast in bed? check. waking you up by kissing and hugging you? check. shower together and get ready for the day? triple check.

you make your way to the door, the wet puppy following your every step. he stands in front of you with a sullen smile, holding your waist so delicately you couldn’t help but chuckle.

your hands reach for his cheeks, going on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the lips. once you pull away, he leans forward trying to catch your lips again. you giggle into the kiss, wrapping your arms around the taller man’s neck.

“hey, don’t be too sad. i’ll be back before you know it.” he sighs, a really deep and heavy one. “i had this whole day planned out..” he hugs your waist and buries his face into your shoulder—you had him in an absolute chokehold.

“i know, baby.. i promise i’ll take down those curses and yell the fact that i have a husband to go home to!” he couldn’t help but chuckle at that. he finally pulls back, but still doesn’t let go of your hands.

“stay safe.” you smile, leaning in to give him one last kiss. once you were out the door, he goes back to your shared bed and sobs into his pillow. (he’ll never admit that to you)

—

whilst you were out being badass and fighting curses, nanami on the other hand spent the day cleaning the house and preparing the bedroom. he was glad you told him about your unavailability on valentines day a week before as it gave him time to buy necessities for an even better place to come home to.

he’s got everything prepared: balloons, roses, candles, and the whole bunch of gifts he bought last month in secret! he sets the bedroom up, lighting the candles, sprinkling the rose petals everywhere, blowing up the balloons and having the basket of gifts in the middle of the bed and his handwritten letter within it.

once you got home, you noticed your husband’s lack of response to your holler. you roam around the living room and the kitchen confused as to why the lights were off, until you reached the bedroom to a nanami kento wearing a bathrobe and the whole room decked out in loving tones. you smiled widely at your husband’s antics, totally not expecting the whole shebang. he stands up and walks over to you, taking your hands in his.

“kento, this is.. you didn’t have to..” you didn’t even realise tear drops falling down your cheeks until he reached out and wiped them away. “of course i had to. you’re my wife,” he holds your face in his palms, placing a kiss on your lips.

he lead you to the bed, encouraging you to look through the basket of gifts. it was all filled with stuff you recently talked about, from trinkets to expensive items—small objects but meaningful ones. with a loving letter to top it all off, and you swear you’re the luckiest woman in the world.

you hug him tightly and hold his face to kiss his lips. “i love you” he says. “hold that thought,” he looks at you confused as you scramble to your walk in closet, heading to the corner and taking out a small box.

“i have a gift for you too.” nanami raises his eyebrow, taking the small box in his hands. you look at him with an excited look, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. once he opened it, he felt his heart practically leap with joy.

a positive pregnancy test.

nanami looks at you, his eyes wide and a smile creeping up his lips. “honey, you’re..” you practically scream the obvious: “we’re having a baby!”

nanami puts the box aside and hugs you, tears spilling out of his eyes. “this.. is the best gift i’ve ever received. you’re going to be an amazing mother.” you pull back and smile at him, “and you’ll be an amazing dad.”

he caresses your cheek, looking into you with eyes that hold the galaxy. “that means no more going on missions, okay?” you giggle, “i’ll be fine for a few more weeks..” his eyebrows furrow and his lips pout, “no. absolutely not.” you shake your head and smile, finally giving into his request.

you both lay on the bed with his arms wrapped around your torso as you sink your face his chest. he cradles your head and kisses your forehead, “i love you, honey. happy valentines day.”

another year of being alone on valentines day but hey at least i got tumblr to keep me company🫶

[yujisdreamgirl]

megumi hates the cold. he thinks its very inconvenient, a time where he feels nothing but numbness.

that wasn’t until you came into his life, smiling so brightly you might as well be the sun melting all the snow (his worries) away.

it was midnight, megumi snuggled up under his duvet in a foetal position due to the cold winter weather. you had texted him prior that you would come and stay the night, but still his bed remained unoccupied and weightless.

suddenly, his door clinks open. the familiar scrambling of the keys, the tippy-toed foot steps and small whispers of “he’s gonna kill me..” are sounds he knows all too well. sounds he’d never get tired of.

he feels the left side of his bed sink, and he couldn’t help but bite back a small smile as he continues pretending he’s fast asleep. an arm snakes around his torso, desperately trying to find the target; his hand.

you intertwine your hands together, but before you could do anything you feel his hand grip yours back. you softly gasp, and megumi softly smiled with his sleepy eyes shut. “you’ve been awake this whole time?”

“mmm.. someone was supposed to be sleeping beside me, but i got stood up. laid here like a fool..” he slowly opens his eyes. “i’m sorry.. i had to help nobara with setting up her new book shelf, then gojo-sensei made me carry these boxes to his office, and-” you suddenly stop as you feel a peck land onto your lips.

“it’s okay. you’re here now.” megumi reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead, then your nose, and then finally your lips again.

he brings a hand to your cheek, looking into your eyes as the moon illuminating through the window lands perfectly onto you. with your bodies this close, and your apologetic eyes looking up at him, megumi’s a dead man for sure. and by dead, he means he knows you’ll ramble on and on about him with gojo-sensei, giving him endless opportunities to make fun of him.

you snuggled up against him, the space between you two now non-existent. you kiss his neck, hugging his torso. “i promise i’ll come first thing to you next time. no distractions, no nothing!”

the combination of your determination and loving smile sends a jolt of electricity through megumi that he could no longer put up the sassy act and ended up burying his face into the crook of your neck.

maybe the cold wasn’t so bad after all.

hella FREEZING where i live. where’s my megumi to warm me up☹️.

[yujisdreamgirl]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ pairing: megumi x reader

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ cw: angst, non-sorcerer au, papatoji is a bit mean;(, mamaguro comfort

pt 1

megumi loves oranges. scratch that, he doesn’t. he loves it when you peel them for him. his mother always packs him oranges for lunch, despite him despising them. but he puts up a front and eats them simply because you offer to peel it for him.

you understand him so much, it freaks him out sometimes. you know he doesn’t like getting his hands wet from peeling oranges but somehow doesn’t mind slaughtering curses left and right.

you understood him so much, so why couldn’t his parents too?

the pressure put on him by his father stresses him out a lot.

“why can’t you be more like your sister?”

“don’t get anything lower than a B.”

“do your best” but what if this is his best?

megumi sighs, tears almost spilling out of his eyes as he lays on his bed. he quickly wipes his eyes and sits up as he hears a knock on the door.

“can i come in?” mamaguro asks. “yeah,” she comes in his room and sits on the foot of his bed.

“what’s wrong?” she brings a hand to his forehead, swooping the bangs away from his face.

“nothing’s wrong.” megumi mutters. a mother knows better than to believe when their child says everything is fine.

mamaguro sighs, placing a hand on his. “i.. know the pressure from your father has been taking a toll on you,” megumi’s eyes light up. he didn’t expect her to notice his indifference, let alone what has been bothering him. “you know he just wants what’s best for you, right?”

megumi is exhausted. if he hears the words “best” and “better” again he might explode.

“i just want him to understand me.” mamaguro’s gaze saddens. “i get that both of you didn’t go to college but i would love it if i actually got a break for once.”

before she could say anything, megumi continues his statement. “i want at least one family dinner without mentioning school or my grades. i want to spend time with you guys and visit different places that don’t have anything to do with my intellectual abilities.” he hates it. he’s sick of it. god, when does this all end?!

before he could fully grasp what he was spouting, tears suddenly fall down his cheeks and mamaguro immediately wraps him in her arms.

“my baby.. i’m so sorry,” she hushes him, comforting her only beloved son. she felt a sudden wave of guilt and immediately regretted not interfering whenever toji would belittle megumi.

-

megumi got tucked into bed after a much needed reassurance session from his mother. they’ve sorted things out and she made sure to tell him that she will be having a long conversation his father.

ping !

megumi checks his phone placed on the nightstand, already smiling at the thought that it could be you. and, as always, he was right.

💬

great work today megumiii ! („• ֊ •„)੭ your efforts are always worth it🤍��� ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

see u tmrw for our monthly movie marathon !!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

megumi couldn’t help but smile so big. he reacts to your message with a “❤️” and turns his phone off. he lays on his side, looking at the gifts you gave him which displays on his bookshelf.

with you around, he’ll be alright.

[yujisdreamgirl]

Brushstrokes and Broken Notes

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ─── a choso kamo x reader smau series

uh. . . HELLO ?! IS THIS THING ON ? 🎤

welcome to the show .ᐟ featuring:

choso kamo, the drummer ◞ y/n, the artist ◞ sukuna ryomen, choso’s brother & CEO of hosting parties ◞ nanami kento, y/n’s art class seatmate ◞ satoru gojo, suguru geto and shoko ieri, y/n’s friendgroup ◞ others to be announced soon. . .

TICKET PLEASE .ᐟ ✦⋆˚࿔ 🎟️ ENJOY THE SHOW (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ summary: young love won’t always work out, and that’s exactly what happened between you and choso. you wanted different things and careers, which is what led you to your separation.

♪ ༘⋆ warnings/genre: use of y/n, fem reader, smau, angst, ex-relationship, partying, non-sorcerer au, cursing, alcohol/drinking, love triangle, fake dating, jealousy, characters are in university [ might update ]

♪ ༘⋆ taglist: feel free to comment to be added!

♪ ༘⋆ status: ONGOING

🎧 𝄞⁀➴ Tracklist 1

✎ Do I Wanna Know? - pt 1

✎ R U Mine? - pt 2

✎ Get him back! - pt 3

✎ Lacy - pt 4

✎ Duvet - pt 5

✎ Happier Than Ever - pt 6

🎧 𝄞⁀➴ Tracklist 2

✎ Astronomy - bonus chapt (breakup texts)

✎

ᝰ.ᐟ extras ◞ polls on my account! ◞ drabbles

[yujisdreamgirl]

Brushstrokes and Broken Notes — pt 2 !

ִ ࣪𖤐 pairing: band member choso kamo x fem artist readerִ

ִ ࣪𖤐 summary: you and choso decided to part ways because you thought it would be for the best, but choso only obliged because all he wants is for you to be happy.

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings/info: use of y/n, smau, angst, ex-relationship, partying, non-sorcerer au, cursing, alcohol/drinking, love triangle, fake dating, jealousy, sukuna and choso are brothers

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taglist: @loveyislost @blurpleuni-squid @namjoohyuksgf

[yujisdreamgirl]

“oh, my sweet girl..” suguru sighs as he rubs tears away from your cheeks. “don’t cry,”

as if on command, more tears fall and he places his full palms on both of your cheeks now. “you.. can’t just say that and expect me not to cry,” you sob.

“listen, i’m sorry okay? didn’t mean to hurt you. you mean so much to me, i love you.”

suguru kisses your cheeks, but you can’t help but cry more.

loving someone means something.

it doesn’t involve ignorance.

it shouldn’t involve countless nights of sleeping alone, anxious thoughts and worries of them being with someone else, someone better.

so why did he have to cheat on you with another girl?

a harmless kiss, he says.

harmless kiss? on the lips? and the neck?

you know what you saw. you’re not dumb. yet.. why couldn’t you pull away?

“you’ve hurt me, suguru..” you cry, and suddenly you’re that 6 year old kid sat on the side of the road sobbing at your scraped knee, until a black haired boy came and patched you up.

“i’m sorry, baby. c’mere,” he hugs you really tight. he’s never hugged you like this before, it felt warm and sincere. but was it really?

yikes🫣 very short angsty horrible drabble but i wanted to write for getoe

[yujisdreamgirl]

Brushstrokes and Broken Notes — pt. 1 !

ִ ࣪𖤐 pairing: band member choso kamo x fem artist reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 summary: you and choso decided to part ways because you thought it would be for the best, but choso only obliged because all he wants is for you to be happy.

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings/info: use of y/n, smau, angst, ex-relationship, partying, non-sorcerer au, cursing, alcohol/drinking, love triangle, fake dating, jealousy, sukuna and choso are brothers

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: i might do polls for this smau series so stay tuned for them!!

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[yujisdreamgirl]

Love and Lies

satoru gojo x reader

cw: drunk confessions, angst(?)

“how many times are you gonna do this, hm?” gojo grunts, carrying dragging a drunk you back to your place.

you mutter something inaudibly, gojo paying no mind to it as he focuses on getting you safely home.

“no.”

“no?” he turns to you confused.

“i dun wann go home..too lonely.”

gojo’s gaze softens, although his playful smirk still appears.

“pffft, you just wanna be in my sheets.”

he winces as you hit his head hard, “ow! i didn’t mean it like that, baby! i know you love my soft, $700 king sized bed.”

“you’re stupid..”

“i’m already helping your drunk ass yet you still bully me? ugh, you wound me.” gojo chuckles, putting his hand on his heart as he gasps dramatically.

after an uncomfortable length of silence and carrying you home, you spoke up.

“‘m sorry..”

gojo raises his eyebrow, “i know you are. you don’t think straight when you’re drunk, it’s okay.”

“i just.. haven’t been feeling well lately”

“…so you think drowning yourself in alcohol would make things better?” he sighs. “you’re lucky i’m here to take care of ya.”

you sigh guiltily, knowing he’s right. “yeah..”

when you get to his apartment, you immediately flop onto his bed—no hesitation, no questions asked.

gojo smiles as he gazes at you softly.

“alright, pretty girl. let’s get you comfy.”

he sits you up under the blanket, taking note of you tear stained cheeks.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he says as he wipes your tears away.

“i just- i don’t know what to do, satoru..” you sniffle.

“what do you mean you don’t know what to do?” he asks with a gentle tone, “you could start by taking more care of yourself. you don’t need to drink away your problems. not when i’m here at least.”

you wipe your tears aggressively, words caught up in your throat. “how can i do that when all my problems root from the people i can talk to?”

he pauses. his eyebrows furrow with concern, gently rubbing your arms as comfort.

“you’re.. afraid to talk about how you feel, huh?” you nod. he knows that feeling all too well. he’s given his all to protect you, that he forgot about this aspect of your well-being.

“hey, it’s okay!” he desperately tries to sound optimistic. “you don’t have to feel pressured, but you know you can always talk to me, right?”

a frown casts upon your face, “not when it’s about you.”

what?

panic stirs within gojo. what had he done for you to resort to alcohol? did he do something to greatly offend you? he knows he annoys you too much, but that’s just because you’re his best friend!

“what.. did i do something?”

when you don’t reply, your eyes half lidded and posture hunched over, gojo thinks he’s done the unspeakable. the kind of action that could make you write a whole book about it.

“..i like you.” your face lights up with sadness, a look clinging onto a thread of desperation.

a shiver ran down gojo’s soul. how could this happen? not even his six eyes could predict this.

you take gojo’s silence as an unspoken rejection, the disbelief in his eyes saying everything. “i’m sorry,”

gojo’s expression softens, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and slightly pulling his comforting hands away from your arms.

“hey, don’t apologise. there’s nothing to be sorry about, you just.. took me by surprise, that’s all.”

you look up at him, eyes glistening with tears.

“you.. what do you feel?”

he sighs, a mixture of longing and contemplation cast upon his face.

“i don’t know. i care about you, a lot more than i care to admit.” he chuckles, “you’re my best friend but i.. i haven’t really allowed myself to consider anything more than that.”

oh.

that was the cherry on top.

he panics, scrambling to find the words to ensure things don’t stay awkward between you two.

“look, it’s not that i haven’t thought about it before. you know, the possibility of us being more than friends” he gulps. “i just don’t want to ruin everything we have and what we’ve been through together.”

your heart aches, you can’t help but look away from the man you love.

“but you won’t.. how would you?”

“I don’t know,” he admits honestly. “i guess.. i’m just afraid that if things go wrong between us, it would change what we have now. i don’t want to risk losing our friendship if things don’t work out romantically.”

he has a point, but what good does it cause you? pining over your best friend, only to hear that he feels the same way but also doesn’t because he’s too stuck over your friendship? it’s all too complicated for your intoxicated mind.

“but… i also can’t ignore what you just said,” he says, looking into your eyes. “you said you like me, i.. i can’t just disregard that. it’s just a lot to process, especially in your current state. i want to be sure you really mean what you said.”

you choke on your silent sobs, muttering out a soft “i do mean it..”

“i believe you..” he says, his voice filled with a touch of vulnerability. “but… let’s talk about this more when you’re sober, okay? i don’t want us making any rash decisions and conversations right now, not when we’re both this emotional and vulnerable.”

you nod apprehensively, allowing yourself to sink into the comfy bed sheets.

“we’ll talk more in the morning, okay? i’ll be here when you wake up.”

and just like that, the door closes and all that fills the air is tension and unspoken truths.

mixed signals go crazy🫨🫨

[yujisdreamgirl]

Brushstrokes and Broken Notes — pt 5 !

ִ ࣪𖤐 pairing: guitarist choso kamo x fem artist reader

And you don't seem the lying kind ; A shame that I can read your mind ; And all the things that I read there ; Candlelit smile that we both share ; And you know I don't mean to hurt you ; But you know that it means so much ; And you don't even feel a thing

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings/info: cursing, smau, angst(?), non-sorcerer au, ex-relationship, misunderstanding, first 3 slides are within the same day + remaining slides set during performance day

ִ ࣪𖤐 author’s note: the drama has begun😈

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[yujisdreamgirl]

Brushstrokes and Broken Notes — pt 3 !

ִ ࣪𖤐 pairing: band member choso kamo x fem artist reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 summary: you and choso decided to part ways because you thought it would be for the best, but choso only obliged because all he wants is for you to be happy.

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings/info: use of y/n, smau, angst, ex-relationship, partying, non-sorcerer au, cursing, alcohol/drinking, love triangle, fake dating, jealousy

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: choso’s name is always the same (despite y/n blocking him multiple times) for convenience :3

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