THINGS THAT ALMOST MADE YOU BREAK UP WITH JJK CHARACTERS

++ tws for sex mention, gross and unsanitary things and situations

ITADORI YUUJI farted under the blankets and pushed your head under it. didn’t let you go for solid three minutes and you almost passed out from the lack of oxygen. yuuji cried afterwards and considered buying underwear which makes your farts smell better

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI for the first six months of your relationship, he never introduced you as his s/o. when you asked him what’s the problem, he panicked and said “you’re not as pretty and expected”

I wonder.

雨の日 | Rainy Day

The sky was dim and dyed with tones of greys and whites, the rain serving to the heavy clouds as clear specks aimed at the surface of the Earth. It was a rare day. Yuuta wasn’t out in another country, region or city: he was with you.

kuroo’s almost certain, so candidly sure, that if you were anything, anything but the person he sits next to in all his classes, it’s that you were completely out of his league.

something about your aura - your charm - the way you keep your head down when you’re reading a book instead of paying attention to the lecture, the way your notes are covered in doodles in the corners of your pages.

so — charming.

everyone seemed to like you and he doesn’t really blame them for that either, you had a way with people, and that made you someone he could only fantasize about getting to know.

he really really would like to talk to you, but for someone who’s been sitting next to you in class all year, he’s only barely managed to say about a handful of words to you, and even he has to admit — that was just pathetic.

“ah shit,” he curses, mostly to himself, and he rummages his bag into disarray, so oblivious to the fact that he’s brought more attention to his situation more than he intends.

“something wrong?”

kuroo blinks, his actions coming to a quick pause, and was he tripping right now or did he just hear you talk? talk to him?

he looks up, blinking again as if trying to refocus his glance, and he sees you, just as always, sitting idly by in your seat, but this time, you’re looking at him, offering him a polite smile, and he feels his heart ready to betray him.

you tilt your head, “kuroo?”

you know his name - he wants to scream.

of course you know his name, you’ve been seatmates for over the course of a whole semester, but that doesn’t make his urge to scream lessen nonetheless.

“hi.” he tells you, the first thing he could think of off the top of his head.

his face flushes — of all the things he could’ve said to you, he chose to go with hi?

it’s almost like he hasn’t been practicing what to say to you in front of his mirror every morning.

“yes,” you smile wider, laughing with your teeth pressed together and you nod, “hi.”

he laughs back, awkwardly, and he asks, “did you need something?”

“oh.” your shoulders bounce, “i asked if something was wrong, you looked upset.”

he grits his teeth, a nervous chuckle colliding with his words, and he says, “i forgot my textbook for this class.”

you slide a book across your desk, opening the pages a bit wider, and along with it, you scooch over to his side of the table a tad bit - not that you’d think he’d care. (but evidently, he did.)

you look at him, “we can share.”

his ears are red.

and he hesitates, but he scooches closer to your side, the two of you now sitting in the middle of your shared desk, looking over a single book - shoulders touching.

kuroo tries his best to limit looking at you, he was already way too close, and he mumbles, unsure if you could even hear it, “thank you.”

and you look up at him, “it’s not a big deal.”

so he thinks, but it is, at least, it is to him.

he keeps his head supported up by his hand, his palm covering his mouth as he tries to bite back a smile, and your shoulders touch his, and he has to try even harder.

“congratulations on getting to nationals by the way.” you tell him, keeping your attention on the book in front of you, and you can subtly see the smile this brings on his face.

you really like his smile.

he raises a brow, “you know about that?”

“yeah,” you shrug, and your face feels hot with the way he stares at you, “it’s really cool.”

your voice gets quieter, “you’re great on the court.”

so much of what you just said is enough to make kuroo melt right then and there, but he bites back his tongue, desperate for a clever response, desperate for anything that won’t give away his need to scream.

he tilts his head, his smile way too hard to contain, and he says, “you like watching volleyball?”

your shoulders touch his again, and there’s a spark that goes all the way through his spine.

you’re so close to him right now, he just can’t imagine how he could ever get by without you being this close to him again.

there’s a tightness in his chest as he hears your laugh, your eyes holding his and he doesn’t feel the need to break away.

you smile, cheeky, “i like watching you play.”

his face is red, but so are yours.

— just the two of us

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Parents: our child is completely fine

Me, the child:

I HAVE MORE AHAA

still from umi__ko on twitter !!

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i've said it once, i'll say it again. aWOOGAAAAaAAA

here's nanami's version.

NANAMI KENTO STANS, TURN UPPP

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—credits go to @umi__ko on twitter.

inumaki, gojo, yuuta, getou, fushiguro, and itadori’s version.

-ˏˋ COME HOME, I WANT US ˊˎ-

♡ gn!reader x suna rintarou

cw: hurt/comfort, romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, timeskip!au

synopsis: suna “i’m actually emotional as fuck” rintarou

wc: 1000+

i just know sunarin is actually a big baby :’)

that title looks so weird,,, but it’s a keshi lyric </3 so i refuse to change it

it starts with the little, insignificant things; the way your laugh changes when you find something truly funny, or your messy hair when you slept through your alarm clock that day. 

gradually. slowly.

the doodles that appear on the corner of your workbooks after a slow class, your favourite drink from the vending machines, and those minor changes in your mood only he’s able to catch—it’s part of the slow, almost unnoticeable process.

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how you left

synopsis. at the end of the day, you’re always your boyfriend’s second choice.

pairing. oikawa tooru x female reader word count. 1.2k genre. establish relationship au, break up au, angst. warnings and notes. mentions of insecurity, part of my prompt list requests.

“You wanna watch a movie tonight?”

There’s a slight pause at your words, a mellow voice echoing throughout the four walls of your shared apartment as your boyfriend, Oikawa, looks up from his phone, his smile slowly fading.

“About that,” he purses his lips, “I’m busy later.”

It only takes those three words, the exact ones that he’s overused for the past three months to make your heart drop. Even without context, you already know that this must be something that revolves around his best friend, Nari, someone who seems to be more important to Oikawa than you.

It’s almost as if they’re in the relationship, and you’re his supportive best friend instead.