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hello, my name is minou! welcome to my writing page. i'll keep this simple for now.

i enjoy writing romance, angst and a lot of platonic.

inbox is currently: on hold! | master list . . .

currently in the works:

jjk x demon!reader

lovestruck!satoru x reader

megumi x lovestruck!reader

most recent works:

teoatb | sukuna x reader

megumi x sick!lovestruck!reader

mafia!gojo x reader

jealous!megumi x lovestruck!reader

"here dad, i guess it's just us again." you spoke, a freshly baked homemade attempt of a cake held between both of your hands as you plated it in front of the man.

he didn't mind.

it was okay for megumi to hate his guts. it was okay for him to neglect him on his own fathers birthday.

he was never in his life like he was in yours to begin with.

"he'll come around one day dad," you reassured, knowing deep down that somewhere there was still that feeling of guilt that made it's being known inside of the man who raised you. he nodded, flashing you one of his famous toothy smiles with that prominent scar next to his lips, it making him who he was today. "you did good pipsqueak, this looks edible enough."

"shush." you told him, motioning for him to continue to make a wish. "you have to make a wish. no buts. you see the candle on top, it's there for a reason."

"so bossy, yeah?" he snorted, staring at the one candle you managed to find while sorting out the countless of junk you could see through with some of the cabinets that made your home what it was today. "i just wanna know what you're gonna wish for. you never ask for anything."

"that's because i'm happy enough with what i have now," he spoke, letting you light the candle with enough confusion in your eyes for him to understand that you wanted him to continue the point he was trying to make. "i'm tryna be a changed man here, kid. i'm getting old."

you hated when elders said that.

the idea of getting old, the thought of losing someone so dearly to you simply because of old age made you gag. it hurt to accept something that was so true, because even if it was, time traveling didn't exist, it had simply been something everyone had to come to terms with sooner or later.

toji could tell you felt a bit more sour when he had confessed how he felt on each birthday he had. tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, he gave the side of your face a light pat before turning back to the cake you worked so hard to make.

happy birthday papa bear!

made by y/n :D

seeing the artistry you had created on top of his dessert made his heart warm, letting out a soft chuckle at the dedication you had to making his day just a bit better, even if the child he wanted to see today wasn't you.

it was okay for megumi to not come around.

"happy birthday daddy," you mumbled, the tears knowingly threatening to fall from your eyes like waterfalls as you come to the conclusion that you had so harshly tried to push into the back of your head.

it was hard for toji to look at you in that moment, because with the last of what was left of the fire burning the candle on top, all he had asked for was his son to come home instead of it being you, his lovely daughter who had always accepted him with welcome arms.

it was okay for megumi to disregard him just like toji did with him when he was a baby, but you were so envious that he had the luxury to do so when you couldn't find it in you to leave the man who raised you your entire life.

you couldn't accept the fact that he would spend his birthdays alone if you weren't there. it was too hard, and the thought of him aging by himself didn't help you either.

toji fushiguro was a terrible father, and undeniably towards you, you couldn't help but finally cave in and accept the fact that you were also one of his children he seemed to take advantage of, just like he did your brother.

the epitome of a terrible boyfriend

a/n: this was very much inspired by an old book i read about another anime i was obsessed with, but i can't find it because i read it like four years ago ): please let me know if you'd like to be in the taglist! this is definitely going to be a short story, so i already have some of the chapters prepared :)

01 | he doesn't buy you a gift for christmas

more coming soon . . . . .

taglist: @thelovehashira143

sukuna x reader: the epitome of a terrible boyfriend

You were furious.

Scratch that, you were beyond fucking pissed.

would anyone enjoy if i made a sukuna x reader based off of kamisama kiss? it's been an idea i've had in my head for awhile, please let me know if you'd be interested in reading this!! >.<

trying to get my writing motivation back bc im so obsessed with toji atm ))::::

a/n: so many have been asking for mafia!gojo content as thou i shall give! i hope you enjoy!

exams were no fucking joke as a university student.

everything had to be turned in on time. there was no lazy excuse that could be use for people to survive a late assignment. it was first come, first serve.

this is why there are so many struggling students battling with their caffeine or energy drink addiction at four am, trying their best to get shit turned in by the time it was due. unluckily for you, you were apart of these group of people.

you were so stressed. it was like being on the verge of crying every second, but the feeling of keeping your cool together held your ground as you weren't alone anymore to do that. you had gojo satoru in your life now.

he's such an amazing boyfriend. he took care of you, bought you everything you wished for. the white haired man was loaded with cash and you knew the reason of was no good, but you would save that hassle for him to tell you yourself the next time.

satoru offered you almost every week to quit school, claiming that he'd take care of you and you didn't have to worry your head off. for you to wish for a life like that would be an understatement. as much as his gestures were appreciated, he understood the idea of your independency and respected your wishes.

it's what made him fall in love with you even more.

but even the most hardworking people like you needed a break sometimes.

the right hand corner of your laptop screen read ten p.m. you had been working on a specific assignment for your major on god knows what, because the fact that you couldn't come up with any ideas for this material made your head hurt even more. you've been at it for almost the last eight hours of your day and this was the last thing you needed to get done out of six of the tasks you were given. it should be easy, you scold yourself. i can't believe i'm still stuck on this shit.

this obviously takes away the time with your sweet boyfriend away. you've been so stressed that you had even forgot you were in a relationship in the first place. so when he steps into the shared bedroom you two hold together, it steps you out of a trance once he manages to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, a frown on his face.

"baby, you've been working at this all day," he'd speak softly, working out the small knots you had in your hair. "i miss you and you're right in front of me, princess."

you finally take this as an opportunity to pause what you were doing for the majority of your day today. it had been literal, it was like you froze in your place as you had simply stopped typing and kept your gaze onto your screen when realization hits you. gojo notices this and his frown deepens even more at your reaction. "are you... crying?"

it takes you a moment to come to terms with the tears rolling down your cheeks, and his heart hurts because he knows you weren't aware of how beaten down you were until he told you so.

finally taking your eyes off of the screen, you allow the water to keep spilling from your eyes, looking up at him doe-eyed. you were so stressed and tired, hearing his voice gave you more comfort than you ever needed right now. gojo lets a small grin plaster onto his face, happy that you've managed to understand that you needed a break after so long, placing both of his large hands around your face and bending just a bit so he could place a quick kiss onto your forehead. "that's my pretty little nerd. take a break for me, yeah? i'll take care of you tonight."

it was hard for you to even give him a response due to how exhausted you were, so mumbling a small yeah was enough for him to text toji that he wouldn't be able to make it to the meeting they had placed at midnight, putting him in charge of the rest of it. "come here baby," he speaks, helping you get out of your seat while he places an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the master bathroom that would always make you question on how lucky you were to shower in something so luxurious. "let me do all the work. you don't have to worry about a thing."

after a few moments of helping you out of your attire, he sits behind you of the tub he had prepared, letting you take a few moments to stare into the mounted mirror that made you able to view what was going on in front of you. you were watching yourself get a hair wash from your boyfriend, who everyone nicknamed as the strongest. you never understood why he went by that, but you knew it wasn't a lie. he was one of those most hardworking people in your life.

making eye contact in the mirror with you, gojo watches as you sit in the tub, big eyes staring at his hands working in the soap for your hair, the tears still threatening to come out of your eyes. taking this as an opportunity, he tilts your head back a bit with both of his slender hands still in your fingers, causing you to look back up into his eyes as he looks down at you. satoru then places another chaste kiss onto your forehead, and then continues on with working through your head.

after the much needed relaxing bath that your body had been calling for, you managed to change into some of the most comfiest pajamas you and satoru had bought together because it was a matching set. "sit down baby," he says, bringing over your skincare bag that he knows oh so very well. "let me do this for you."

this was the opportunity for you to actually stare into his eyes instead of it being through a mirror. you watched as his long fingers worked the moisturizer into the apples of your cheeks, his tongue slightly poked out from concentration and his piercing blue eyes admiring each and every crevice of your face. insecurities build up along with your much obvious stress, and you question yourself, why me? he's slept with many people before you. his history compared to yours out beats, and even despite the relationship status being evident, he still has many women at his feet when he's forced to go to clubs every weekend for specific missions.

by the time of this he'd gotten used to the random bursts of tears that would fall from your eyes. being curious once more as to what it was over this time, he had assumed it was because of the overwhelming stress that still lived inside of you until he heard you finally speak. "do you really love me?"

gojo's movements pause, and his brows crease. a frown is plastered onto his face once you've revealed another sad feeling you've been keeping in. "what kind of question is that silly girl?" he says, now placing his fingers on your chin in a small grip to make you direct your attention on him only. "why are you asking me this?"

"i'm just sad, i'm sorry..." you'd tell him truthfully. you felt pathetic, miserable and the weight on your shoulders was getting heavier by the amount of work you were being given. the frown on his face disappears when he shakes your head a bit with his fingers still on your chin in a teasing manner. placing a wet yet quick kiss onto your lips, he then rubs his thumb onto the soft of your jaw. his smile creeps back up once he sees you become more pouty.

"i love you so much baby," he speaks, placing another peck onto your lips. "so," and then another, "so," another, "so..." and lastly, "so much."

his tactic makes you blush. satoru knew the impact he had on you always made you weak in the knees no matter how long you two have been together. he knew his way with his actions and words, and you couldn't blame anyone for falling in love with your man. he was amazing. you burst into fits of small giggles, him doing the same with his grip still on your chin. finally letting go, you take this as a chance to cuddle up against his chest, laying in his lap while he's still sat on your guys california king-sized bed. "i love you gojo," you mumble into his chest, playing with one of the strings to his hoodie. the said man places a kiss onto your forehead, rubbing the side of your arm. "my smart girl."

the both of your lives were so very different in many ways. but spending your personal me-day's with just the two of you were meant to be, and your shitty studies and his overloaded missions were never going to ruin the moment.

i heart sukuna . . .