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so i'm back and drafting a new fic. new fandom this time but i need opinions from the lovely public.

thank you in advance xx

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He became X10 times hotter when his Life fell apart.

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thinking so many thoughts rn— i can’t stop thinking about this. the belt made out of bullets, the rings, the bandana, the vest the

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We’ll know for the first time if we’re evil or divine, we’re the last in line - see how we shine     ⮑ LAST IN LINE - DIO

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silent hill themed blowjob call that pyramid head

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anime boys and thunderstorms <3

!! includes > f. megumi, t. giyuu, h. shuji

!! fluff, short read, gender neutral reader :)

♱ megumi finds himself entranced by the dark storm clouds outside. there’s something theraputic about the soft pitter patter of the endless amount of rain catching on the surroundings. the way the lightning lights up the sky with it’s striking poses and flair. the thunder’s deep roars echo from the sky to his mind as he relaxes his muscles and drops his guard for a few moments, all to catch the lightning bolt he wishes would just strike in the area just outside his window.

when he sees you, all wrapped up in his sweater and a pair of sweatpants, telling him to put his shoes on, he complies after a moment. only after he’s scanned you head to toe a few times just to take in the sight of you, hiding a smile (and maybe a laugh) as you take him outside under a canopy, to watch the thunderstorm outside at an outragious hour. hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, the two of you sit quietly, as to not interrupt the sounds of mother earth working her magic. the peace from earlier is still there, but it is now accompanied with content. much like how he was once content alone, but now finds he likes himself much better with you.

♱ giyuu feels very little about the rain. his own heart often times feels like a harsh storm, with the water breathing to match. there were some times he’d be able to stop for a moment, a second, and admire the lightning.

he enjoys the lightning much better than the thunder. it’s loud and puts him on edge, more so than usual. the rain was nothing special to him, not anymore. but the lightning, it fascinated him. it was like the sky would crack open for the briefest of moments and let a glimpse of heaven through. just enough to keep his mortal heart wishing for more.

you, however, found love and beauty in everything. mitsuri would love you, he decided. he watched on as your face went from giddy, to wonder. the smile never left your face, even when you would jump beside him when a particularily loud thunderstrike rippled over head. it baffled him but was just one more thing he’d grown to adore about you. the way the lightning would light up your face. your eyes aglow from the sky and pure excitement. as the storm carried on, it was there giyuu realized that this must be an angel looking on towards the heavens, waiting for a glimpse of home.

♱ shuji revels in the chaos that is night time thunderstorms. everyone will be inside, hiding away from the rain; then there he is, running and cackling like a mad man. he doesn’t care that he’ll be sick tomorrow. he doesn’t give a damn actually. His manical laughing blending with the thunderous soundtrack behind him. Running in the streets creating a different type of atmosphere that he felt connected to deep in his bones. Yet, with the need for constant excitement, he finds you fill him with pure adrenaline every time he’s around you.

The sound of your laughter echoing against the streets as he lifts you and spins. The giggles that come after he puts you down and holds your face just to stare into your eyes. The way the lightning lights up your face just right, and reflects in your eyes like you summoned the storm yourself. That was pure. He didn’t know which chemical in his brain made him feel that way, and he didn’t care. He just wanted to run through the streets that he was going to own one day with his person, you. Hand in hand, harmonizing laughter, as you both give a performance that rivals the sky.

putting out a draft because i think i should post more often lol. thanks for reading !!

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satoru is calling…

(x reader. gender neutral. angst. hurt/not really any comfort)

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the car ride back to tokyo was quiet. ijichi was too nervous to say much, and you were mulling over the recent curse user attack at jujutsu high. what was there to say? one of your oldest friends attacked first year students while you were at a job in miyagi.

the more you thought, the faster you’d bounce your knee in the back seat. no one has answered your texts or emails in hours. what if something went horribly wrong? would ijichi tell you if something had? what’s the worst case scenerio?

the seemingly endless thoughts were interrupted by your ringtone, along with the car being illuminated by your screen which showed a picture of satoru while he was sleeping in yaga’s chair. the time on the car’s dash read 2:38 am.

you pick up the phone to panicked breathes and agonizing sobs.

“satoru? you okay?”

“i—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, being cut off with a coughing fit.

“you need to slow down your breathing ‘toru. just a little.”

as you talked him down and got him to get a hold on his breathing, you turned to ijichi, “how much longer until we’re at the school?”

“uhh—about 25 minutes,” he said timidly, kind of panicking himself after hearing your side of the conversation along with the affectionate nickname, “‘toru”.

“i’m going to be there soon. don’t hang up the phone, ‘kay?” you spoke softly, and in turn satoru responded with a quiet hum.

he couldn’t tell you what happened over the phone, which led to new spirals in your head that you promptly ignored. it was probably the longest half an hour drive you’ve ever experienced. each second was ticking by and you helped the man on the man on the other line calm himself down enough to drink some water.

the second you closed that car door, you were running to gojou’s room. still holding your phone by your ear and you sped down halls and tripped over your own feet.

finally, “‘toru, it’s me. can i come in?”

if you weren’t on the phone with him, you never would have heard his plea.

hanging up and softly opening the door, the first thing your greeted with is his room being absolutely demolished. things were thrown, shattered, snapped, ripped. walk in a little further, and on the ground, knees in his chest, was thee gojou satoru. the broken soldier.

his hair was greasy and pulled in every direction. the bandages usually covering his eyes were thrown on the bare matress of his bed. his eyes were glassy and violently red from rubbing his tears away.

the soft click of the door, the careful shuffle of your feet walking through the visual representation of his mind, and gently kneeling in front of him.

“satoru?” and all the effort that you’ve made with him came undone in a matter of seconds as he sees your face. he’s burying his broken breaths, broken face, and broken heart in his hands.

“i killed him,” he struggles to say.

you shuffle closer, rubbing his arms softly.

“i—hic— i killed — killed suguru!”

you gasp softly and stand on your knees, craddling him into your torso and massaging the back of his head. he immediately pushes his face into you, arms around you and squeezing you in place as his tears take control of him again.

there’s not much you can do. not much you can say. your own heart is in it’s own process of carving itself out. but the two of you are keeping each other anchored to this reality.

quiet hushes, gentle swaying, moving the both of you off the floor and on to the stripped bed where you’re both reluctantly pushed into the sleep realm.

you can only hope your friends aren’t the newest addition to your hauntings. not tonight. let tonight be blank. enough to wake up tomorrow with your broken man holding you like you’re the last breath he’ll ever take.

gege you can hate him but don’t hate him enough to watch anyone else die please 😭

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the way that instead of changing my blog’s aesthetic i’ll make a new side blog is so funny to me.

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geto has trouble sleeping.

(x reader. gender neutral. comfort)

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geto finds it really hard to sleep. nightmares plague him any moment he tried to get some sort of rest, making it more “i’ll sleep when i physically pass out” and they only got worse after riko.

sometimes the nightmares are fleeting. coming and going so quick he can’t remember why he was filled with anxiety when he awoke. he’ll just lazily look at the clock to count the number of hours he thinks he slept, and go on with his day.

the ones that he does remember, however, were dark and twisted renditions his mind made up. ones that interpret his personal hell. memories and faces and horror, colliding. he can’t stop remembering the left over residue of a dream.

geto never talks to you about those ones. he doesn’t want anyone to try to read his “dreams” and tell him what he fears. he doesn’t want to jinx and possibly speak his troubles into the world. or worse, curse the people he loves.

so when you get a call at 4:09 am, the caller ID is some inside joke with him, you answer. his rapid breathing and quick, “where are you right now? are you safe?” are enough to know that he’s been visited by his devils again.

after reassuring him that everything’s fine, you asked if you could go to his dorm. geto’s rushed “no” interjects. he’ll come to you. he doesn’t want to risk something happening to you on your journey to him. not with the scenes replaying in his head on repeat.

the soft knock, the eye bags slightly red and swollen, the way he cups your cheeks and checks you over to be absolutely sure that you were fine. only then will he let you embrace him. tangling your fingers along the ends of his soft onyx hair, arms wrapped around one another.

leading him to the messy, already laid-in bed was easy, but he will refuse to sleep and will fight it any way he can. with you laying with him, holding his hand and curled up against him.

there geto finds his own sense of peace. a speacial kind he can very rarely seem to recreate. with you, fast asleep, cradling his hand in your own. and with him, dozing off while memorizing how your face looks in the early hours of the morning and slivers of sun rays.

i just broke my own heart thinking of geto having nightmares >:(

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megumi isn’t soft by nature. not with the way he’s been raised. he’s quiet, kind of cold, and prefers to be alone. one of his redeeming qualities, at least the only one he can think of, is he’s willing to sacrifice it all to protect and save others. it’s endearing to a fault, putting his own life on the line.

and then, you came around. the change wasn’t automatic, or even there at all, but some things did shift.

‘gumi’s a little less cold with you, standing closer to you than the others around him. when you talk, he glances away from his phone to listen to what you’ve said (may even chuckle under his breath if you’re lucky).

he still likes his alone time, but he likes the silent and content moments with you as well. no matter how many or how brief. serene moments that manage to show him the simple beautiful moments in life.

and finally, being scolded after missions. for the few injuries that megumi doesn’t think shoko needs to be bothered with, he’ll end up in either his room or yours, and you telling him he needs to be more careful, or go to shoko after missions. of course the fussing is because you care, that if a mission goes south you will most definetly care about his well-being.

it’s all new to him. odd at times. sometimes he’ll complain, but at the end of it all, megumi’s last thoughts before sweet, sweet unconsciousness, will be of you.

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➢ anime boys and thunderstorms — fluff (jjk, demon slayer, tokyo rev)

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

➢ megumi fushiguro drabble - fluff

➢ geto has trouble sleeping - comfort (jjk manga spoilers)

➢ satoru is calling … - hurt/comfort (jjk manga spoilers)

➢ anime boys and thunderstorms - fluff (jjk, demon slayer, tokyo rev)

DEMON SLAYER

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TOKYO REVENGERS

➢ anime boys and thunderstorms - fluff (jjk, demon slayer, tokyo rev)