Alright, let’s talk about Ken Wakui’s newest work

Or Astro Royal, whatever you prefer.

I will be giving no blatant spoilers in this post, only speculations:)

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capacity [series masterlist]

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

Satoru Gojo was a lot of things, but he would never be yours. Sleeping with him in his bed as a child didn’t grant you that kind of closeness anymore. Within these halls, you walk past each other like strangers.

or,

a loose normal people au where you and satoru navigate the complexities of youth, jujutsu sorcery, and falling in love.

ੈ✩ cw/tags: smut (18+, minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), codependency, unhealthy relationships, love triangles, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, lots of angst, violence, drug and alcohol usage

ੈ✩ wc: 50k+

ੈ✩ status: ongoing (updated 4/18/2024)

playlist ✸ read on ao3 ✸ jujutsu kaisen masterlist

blank canvas. (2)

after offering a painful ultimatum to finally be enough for him, things ultimately get worse as he decides between keeping you or losing you as the only resolution.

pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

genre. florist x tattoo artist au, mild angst, opposites attract

tags/warnings. strong language, defloration (kinda), explicit smut, undertones of manipulation and gaslighting, toxic relationship, undertones of cheating

notes. 11.2k wc! thanks for the love on bc1, i didn't expect it to gain traction at all but tyty. last part will come soon, but that will be the final chapter to this mini-series.

part 1 | part 3

[ last updated: 2/23/2024 ]

‧ ˚. PROFESSOR GETO SERIES ↳ Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin. You're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn about what you owe to each other.

‧ ˚. SATORU GOJO

seeing you tonight, its a bad idea right? | smut, fluff ↳ seeing your ex is always a bad idea, except when its satoru gojo.

bigger than the whole sky | angst, fluff, manga spoilers ↳ before his fight, you and satoru have an honest conversation about the future.

dessert before dinner | smut, fluff ↳ satoru can't wait to have you until you get back from the sister school event, so he plies you with sweet words until you agree to have dessert before dinner.

all's fair (in love and mergers) | long fic, smut, fluff, bffs to enemies to lovers ↳ you're not sure what's worse -- being an arranged marriage or being an arranged marriage with the person who used to be your best friend.

three's a crowd | long fic, au, smut, fluff ↳ professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you.

bloodsucker | smut, dark ↳ you had avoided your ex for so long, only to run into him at a halloween party, and he's the same as ever but has his teeth always been that sharp?

got you | smut, dark ↳ satoru finally found you -- and he's not going to let you go this time.

is it over now | angst, fluff, smut ↳ suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave - for him and his best friend (ft. satoru gojo).

i wanna show you off | sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, slight angst ↳ when you accompany your friends to a bar rich men and women frequent, you catch the eye of a certain white-haired rich man, who is more than willing to spoil you

tastes sweeter on your lips | fluff ↳ on a rare day off, you decide to take care of the strongest sorcerer - with something very sweet.

the doctor is in | smut, fluff, au ↳ when you go to your annual check-up, you didn't think you'd be crushing on your doctor - or that he's conduct such an in-depth examination.

twenty-nine | fluff, angst, crack ↳ it's gojo's birthday, and he can't help but reflect on what birthdays have meant to him over the years, especially the year you decide you don't really want to do anything for his birthday (but it turns out you do).

sit in my lap | fluff, crack, domesticity ↳ you and satoru take your daughter to see santa at the mall, and satoru proves that he's just as much of a match for his daughter, as he is for you.

just a little longer | fluff, angst ↳ after geto defects, you find yourself on a roof of a building wondering where things went wrong - and you're not the only one.

sweet nothing | fluff, angst ↳ satoru always comes running home to your sweet nothings -- except this time.

lower your guard | fluff, smut, au, longfic ↳ after the gojo family receives threats to their lives, you're hired to protect the heir to the company, satoru gojo - you just didn't realize how charming the rich heir would be - and just how hard it would be to resist his advances.

‧ ˚. SUGURU GETO

meant to be | smut, dark ↳ when Suguru defects, he asks you to come with him -- but he's not going to take no for an answer.

three's a crowd | long fic, au, smut, fluff ↳ professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you.

is it over now | angst, fluff, smut ↳ suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave -- for him and his best friend (ft. satoru gojo).

might hurt | fluff, crack ↳ suguru's popularity is truly a curse, especially when he gets hit on right in front of you. luckily, you both know how to handle those situations.

i just want to fuck all night | smut, fluff, sex pollen ↳ after swallowing a curse, geto finds his body in an uncontrollable state of arousal, and who better help him cure it than you?

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? | fluff, angst, smut ↳ suguru's birthday spent with you is like a dream -- the perfect day spent in bliss, but what happens when the dream has to come to an end?

‧ ˚. KENTO NANAMI

no regrets | hurt/comfort, fluff, angst ↳ when nanami is injured from his fight with mahito, you're sent to pick him up. and both of your careful avoidance of your feelings for each other comes crumbling down.

armed and dangerous | smut ↳ nanami's arms were always so nice around your throat, but you never tried having his arm between your legs before, until.

good girls get backshots | smut ↳ nanami has always been a gentleman, but he finally decides to play rough and mark you up -- at your request.

five times nanami wanted to propose but didn't | angst, fluff, smut ↳ nanami wanted to propose to you so many times - but it was never the right time, and then, there was no time left.

best part of my day | fluff, domesticity ↳ on a bad day, you give nanami just what he needs, and remind him why you are truly the best part of his day.

all the time in the world | fluff, hurt/comfort ↳ after shibuya, nanami lets you tend to his burns and have an honest discussion about what happened there and what it means for your future.

‧ ˚. YUTA OKKOTSU

↳ coming soon :)

‧ ˚. CHOSO KAMO

it's a need | hurt/comfort, smut, fluff ↳ after you take an attack meant for him, choso can't seem to understand why -- so you show him just how important he is to you.

hey emo boy! | fluff, smut, au ↳ saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?

best friend's brother is the one for me! | fluff, au, smut, bedsharing ↳ you've been asked whether you and yuji are together a million times - but the truth is his brother is more your type -- so what happens when you end up sharing a bed one night?

‧ ˚. RYOMEN SUKUNA

paint the town red | smut, dark, au ↳ you've always been a goody two shoes -- or so your friends say -- so what happens when you decide to do the first bad thing you've ever attempted and try summoning a demon -- and it actually works?

jealousy, jealousy | smut

which of the men whimper | smut

spooning the dilfs | fluff

jjk men and if they're good at singing | crack

househusband suguru

househusband nanami

mindreader nanami

geto swallowing a aphrodisiac curse

gojo - maybe in another life

guitarist! suguru x opera singer! reader (1) (2) (3)

frat boy! suguru x nerd! reader (1) (2) (3)

Light (Sung Jinwoo)

Pups (Sung Jinwoo)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

as you like it (sequel to romeo ♱ juliet)

↳ gojo satoru/reader

bound by the dictates of the prophecy, the emperor contemplates whether retaining his wife or severing ties with her may be the sole path to fulfill his ambitions. yet, what he may fail to discern, is that the plague in his reign lies beyond what meets the eye

♱ genre. tragedy, revenge, period piece, royal au

♱ tags. 26k wc, extremely OOC, tyranny, emperor!gojo, empress!reader, (you will hate the reader!), unrequited love, religion (especially Catholicism), blasphemy, implied infidelity, violence, war, rebellion, misogyny, impregnation, smut, disease, gore, death, arson, and written in early modern english/archaic english

♱ notes. heavily inspired by anne boleyn's real-life story, and manhwas sister, i am the queen in this life and ten ways to get dumped by a tyrant, as well as shakespeare’s king henry V. direct quotes also derived from the movie the king. has no correlation to the original as you like it play except for the title, as i wanted a title to my r+j sequel that's still shakespeare-inspired :) i have plans to turn this into a regression series, so this will serve as the original story, and the series will be the reincarnation fic, but nothings set in stone yet. we'll see! for now, feedbacks are highly appreciated :')

masterlist. playlist. gallery. archaic grammar index.

EARLY MODERN ENGLISH -> MODERN ENGLISH VERSION

𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

On a diplomatic trip far from home, Prince Bakugou must contend with his hatred for you. A woman who lives to take orders. The last thing the warrior prince needs is a babysitter but it’s a feat, not a coincidence, that you are the only apprentice to the captain of his royal guard. Feasts, balls, and festivities await you and your new friends at Takoba, and in the seaside kingdom you must reconcile with the idea that your prince is not so noble as the queen who raised him. All while something half dead and long forgotten festers on high tide.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆. ✦

everything eats and is eaten

pairing: fushiguro toji x fem!reader warnings/tags: smut, extremely loose prior teacher x student relationship except toji was a bad teacher and nobody respected him that much, background stsg x reader (i guess), cucking (i guess) word count: ~5.7k title from ingydar by adrianne lenker

this is a fic that was commissioned by @stainedglassvariations if you enjoyed the fic please please please take a second to thank them for their generosity and kindness!

You’ll regret this, Toji thinks. Maybe tomorrow, or the next week. Maybe in the far future.

Or maybe you won’t. He never really knows with you.

Corrupting the virgin shy boy. Teaching him how to feel good by riding his massive cock. Wet pussy gripping his girth snuggly as you slid the cream coated length in and out of you. Watching the boy whimper and moan as his aching tip bumped into your gummy walls.

You fuck him till he’s pumping you full with his cum. The build up of his load fulling your tight pussy to the brim till your stomach starts to swell. The thick substance oozing out of your fluttering cunt and onto his thighs.

He was too lost in pleasure to process anything, his back arching with a loud mewl when you took him down your throat. Your plump ass on his chest sliding backwards until your clit bumped into his chin. His cheeks flushing as his tongue darted out to lap at your folds, noisily licking up yours and his cum.

You would make him your little slut. And he would love every second of it.

𝐗 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men and their favorite x rated videos of you.. nsfw twitter [p⚝rn]

ft. gojo, geto, toji, nanami, sukuna, choso

romeo ♱ juliet.

↳ fushiguro megumi/reader

wherefore an age-long rivalry between two of the most powerful imperial families shall pay the price through the souls of a young couple whose tragic love vow’d for the reconciliation of their empires

genre. angst, forbidden love, historical/royal au

tags/warnings. ooc, monarch, prince!megumi, princess!reader, megumi is a zen’in, reader is a gojou, clan wars, suggestive, violence, blood, rebellion, usage of (shakespearean) early modern english, feral!megumi in the end, suicide, major character death

notes. romeo & juliet trope but make it royal au. this is my first historical au piece and i’m sorry for any inaccuracies especially with the archaic grammar. it’s a bit hard to read but i tried to incorporate the original r+j language. reblogs appreciated <3

masterlist + playlist + grammar index

EARLY MODERN ENGLISH -> MODERN ENGLISH VERSION

≡;-꒰ 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑, 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x reader | rafayel x reader | xavier x reader | zayne x reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

Wherein on the day of an important race, the boys would ensure you would be spoiled to no end.

he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, smiling ruefully. “i’m not a good man.”

you sniffle, holding onto his wrist. “you’re good to me—that’s all that matters.”

☆﹒— FORGOTTEN RECOLLECTIONS. (pt. 1)

view pt. 2 here !

୨ genre ୧ angst, fem reader, opposites attract, childhood friends to strangers (i’ll leave this trope alone now i promise)

: a lot of things were left unsaid, and so they have been dragged down to the deepest depths of our hearts, eager to resurface– yet not given a chance to do so. our initials that we carved on the tree in your backyard were now long gone, and so were you.

wiping the beads of sweat falling down from your forehead, you let out an exasperated sigh as you sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall as you looked at all the boxes piled on top of one another, each of them containing every object that used to only be sprawled out on the floor.

why did moving out of the house you’ve lived in ever since you were a little child have to leave such a bittersweet feeling?

as you scanned your bedroom once more to see if there was anything you forgot to pack, a memory suddenly emerged from beneath the surface of your mind– the box underneath your bed that had your collections you got from your childhood. the timing for a trip down memory lane couldn’t have been better than now.

as you reached for it, you were met by particles of dust the moment you managed to pull it out from underneath, coughing as you wiped it all off the box. the words written on it had been nearly wiped off– an indication of the years that have passed since you wrote it, but you could still read it, fortunately.

“don’t open until snowfall arrives!! ♡”

you let out a bittersweet chuckle as you traced your finger over the blurry words, and opened the box anyway. not because breaking the rules was something from your childhood you still carried along with you up till now, but because you knew those words weren’t meant to be taken in a literal context.

as you opened it, you were met with the sight of various things that were bound by strings to your childhood. wrappers of candies you used to share with someone, rotten flowers that you could easily tell were just plucked from somewhere along the streets, crumpled papers that used to serve as your way to secretly converse with a certain friend of yours during class, a paper origami of a snowman, a blue bracelet made out of yarn, and a necklace with a snowflake pendant.

these weren’t simply just things you received from your childhood– these were all a reminder of what once was.

and as you rummaged through the box once more, your fingertips caught a touch of a seemingly hard surface underneath. curious as to what it was, you took out everything else from the box to see what it was.

ah.

as you wiped the dust off the notebook you found underneath, you soon then came to recognize it as the diary your past self wrote all their memories down in. opening it would cause an unbearable pain of thinking about what could’ve been, and pity for your childhood self as she genuinely thought the happiness she always felt even during the darkest times of her life would never falter, but not doing so will simply influence the curiosity you held even further.

a deep sigh falling from under your breath could be heard in the ever so quiet room that has witnessed you during your most vulnerable moments– most caused by memories from your childhood suddenly resurfacing out of the blue. how could you not, when traces of your past could be found everywhere?

you then faintly remember how the girls from your class back in 6th grade would always gush over their crushes as they conversed about how they would be able to make their move on the boys they helplessly doted over. sometimes, they would even pester you about the topic at hand– continuously blurting out the words, “who’s your crush?”

others would speak on your behalf and say, “i bet it’s caleb, isn’t it? i mean, everyone likes him, anyway.” and another would chime in, “yeah, right! plus, he’s soooo cute, too!” and another one, “and he’s so smart!”

and you would just smile and not as you responded to their assumptions with an awkward laugh, lips pressed against each other. sure, caleb was cool– you weren’t going to deny that anytime soon, but they were wrong about you liking him. truth is, you never knew caleb for anything other than him helping you out one time during your math period. the relentless teasing of your classmates because of the simple interaction that occured lasted for about a week, until girls started to get jealous of you over it, and that’s when you decided– in your eyes, there was nothing more to caleb than what people made him out to be. as much as everyone would glorify him, he wasn’t really the type of person who would stand out to you in the midst of the crowds.

you never really knew much about the concept of crushes back then– you were just a child who wanted your 14th birthday to come sooner, after all, but what you knew for sure was that there was a boy in your class who stood out to you over everyone else for a reason you couldn’t quite decipher.

zayne.

he sat at the very back of the classroom, and he was also very quiet. he would always keep to himself– the type of guy who would barely talk, yet was somehow at the top of the class. day by day, you found yourself staring behind your back to catch a few, short-lived glances at him every now and then, and you would always see him either staring outside the window, writing down something on his notebook, or sometimes, if you were lucky enough, you’d see him with his head down as he dozed off.

you weren’t close friends with him in particular, but all you knew to yourself back then was that you wanted to be. you weren’t sure if you could call it a crush, but all you knew was– there were boys from your class, and then there was zayne.

your first interaction with him was when you were lucky enough to be partnered up with him for your science project. a few girls were jumping up and down as they held hands, happy to have been partnered up with each other, a few boys were fist-bumping each other as they celebrated in glory, yelling the words “we finally have a valid excuse for hanging out after class!” and snickering quietly after being told by the teacher to lower their voices, a few people were complaining and demanding to switch partners, and there you were, walking over to zayne’s seat to wake him up from his slumber to inform him that you were going to be his partner for the upcoming project.

judging by his usual stoic and mysterious behavior, you approached him with a little caution– a little scared to be told to go away as you get told that he can very much do the project himself, but much to your surprise, when you woke him up, all he gave you was a quick nod of affirmation as he started scribbling something on his notebook, ripping it off from the rest of the page after as he held it out to you, and immediately went back to sleeping the moment you took it from his hands.

he wrote his address and a designated date and time underneath it, “saturday afternoon, 5:30pm.” despite being a little confused, you muttered a quiet “alright, got it,” before walking back to your seat as you shoved the paper inside your school bag.

days have passed since then, and it was now friday. you weren’t sure if the swirling of your stomach was due to nervousness over visiting zayne’s house for the science project, or if it was what girls your age called “butterflies.”

as you looked at yourself in the mirror once more before heading out, you took a deep breath, saying “what are you so worried about? you’re just going to do your science project, that’s it. that’s... that’s it, okay?” as you jumped in surprise when the sound of your mother’s laugh emerged from behind, only to see her leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as she shot you a teasing look. the question that had been lingering in your mind for the past few weeks came out of your mother’s mouth as she asked,

“do you like him?”

and of course you had to shake your head because even if you knew there was something more to him than just your quiet classmate, you were confused with your own feelings as well, so you couldn’t exactly answer that question anyway.

adjusting the ribbons in your hair once more, you then told your mom you were now ready as you both headed out so she could drive you to the address zayne wrote down on the paper he gave you a few days ago. you hoped you weren’t going to be late by the time you got there.

after waving goodbye to your mother, you knocked once, twice, thrice, on zayne’s door. after being met with no response, you started to wonder if you should just leave while you still had the chance, but the moment you were about to, the door suddenly opened, revealing the sight of zayne with disheveled hair and a ruffled sweater as he yawned and rubbed his eyes– had zayne just woken up?

and only then did you realize that this was, by far, the first time you had seen the boy outside his uniform, and without the usual stoic face he held, too.

for some reason you didn’t know, suddenly, your heart started beating faster.

as he told you to come in, you were met with the sight of a very clean and spotless home– the furnitures were pleasing to the eye, and the place held a very ambient atmosphere. you then sat down on the sofa as you patiently waited for him while you swung your feet as they could barely even reach the ground, and little did you know that you were the first person zayne has ever invited to his house. there he was, in the kitchen, silently practicing his lines on how to ask you if there was anything you’d like to eat. he remembers his parents asking their guests “would you like some juice, or water, perhaps? we also have pastries, if you’d like!” whenever they would come over as he secretly eavesdropped on their conversation from upstairs. so then, the moment he finally left the kitchen, he asked the same question as he stumbled over his words, and all you said in response was, “some juice would be fine,” while smiling at him.

for some reason unbeknownst to zayne, all he knew to himself was he wanted to witness that sight over and over again.

while you two were getting started with your project, he told you the reason why his parents aren’t around is because they’re both at work and don’t usually come home until 8pm or so, and all you gave in response was a short nod, not knowing how to continue the conversation in fear of coming off as awkward. needless to say, your science project ended up being a success, with you and zayne winning the award for the best output among the entire class. soon after, your interactions with zayne grew to be more frequent, yet none of them lasted for more than a minute. you never knew why you hated that fact.

months passed, and winter finally came. christmas break was going to arrive in a few weeks, and so everyone was conversing about what their upcoming plans were. you walked over to zayne’s desk to ask him the same question, only to find him with his head down as he dozed off. it reminded you of your first interaction with him when you saw him in the exact same state.

just when you were contemplating between tapping his shoulder to wake him up, he suddenly raised his head from the desk, catching you off guard. he asked you if you needed anything, and you blurted out the question that you’ve been hearing around the classroom for the past few minutes, stumbling through your words. after learning that he simply planned to just continue living with a normal routine with going to school crossed off the list, you asked him once more to make sure he wasn’t seriously planning to just spend the winter all curled up on his bed. he then asked you if he was supposed to spend it another way, and all you did was sigh as you crossed your arms, saying, “winter isn’t supposed to be boring.”

you weren’t sure how you got yourself tangled up in this predicament, but the next thing you knew was that you were writing an entire “winter bucket list” on zayne’s notebook as you moved one of the chairs across his seat so the only thing between both of you would be his table. you were writing off things such as, “creating a huge snowman,” “laying down and making snow angels,” “playing snowball fights,” “ice skating,” “skiing,” and right when you were about to list down another idea, he took the pen from your grasp and closed his notebook. seeing your confused gaze, all he said in response that time was that it was all useless as he didn’t have anyone to do those activities with because his parents were always busy.

both zayne and yourself were caught off guard the moment you volunteered to be the one he could spend his christmas break with. you were quick to explain yourself, telling him, “life’s too short not to live it to its fullest!” but all you were met with in response was a confused look. that was when you decided to tell him everything– why you were so eager to enjoy your life and break past your limits, why the concept of time was so dangerously important to you.

it was the moment he learned you had a condition that was holding you back from living your life a little longer, and it was also the moment he decided to himself he was going to help you do everything you wish to do before your time runs out by spending it all with you.

you were now on the tenth page, tracing your fingers on the pictures of the large snowman you both created and the snow angels you made on the floor. there was also a picture of you throwing a snowball at zayne, and the corners of your lips went upwards as you remembered that your mother was the one who took this picture in secret, and didn’t show it to you until ten days later.

you never really realized how bad your handwriting was as a child, because you could barely even read the words that were written beside each picture.

“mommy helped us with this big one! i made a little one for zayne too because he reminds me of a snowman.”

“we made snow angels, too! mine looks better than his, of course!”

“i didn’t expect him to be so good at snowball fights >:( i kept losing!”

you sniffled as you let out a broken chuckle after reading each note. only then did you realize that maybe, maybe you should’ve enjoyed your childhood more while you still had the chance. maybe you should’ve taken more risks.

as you picked up the rotten flowers on the floor, you then remember zayne’s mother standing outside your door, giving it to you while he hid behind her as she flashed you a gentle smile, saying, “zayne picked this up earlier on our way home from the park. he told me he was too shy to give it to you himself, and asked me to do it for him instead.”

you took the crumpled papers as you opened them one by one– these were the notes you used to pass to each other in secrecy during class. it’s unfair how zayne’s handwriting had already been so good despite his age back then, you think. most of the conversations written on the papers were about how boring the class was, and it’s funny how most complaints came from you.

the snowman paper origami was the next one to be picked up, and you then remember how you made this for him, while he made a butterfly for you in return– you made a snowman because you told zayne it reminded you of him, and zayne said it was the same case regarding the butterfly origami he made for you. both of you decided to keep your creations so that wherever you two would go, whatever the future had in store for you, you would always carry a reminder of each other along.

and of course, the bracelet. it was another product of your “making things for each other” shenanigans. you made him the exact same bracelet but in a different color– your favorite one, and he made you this, a blue one. you then put it on as you felt tears starting to dwell up in your eyes.

picking the notebook back up, you finally got to the last page you wrote during graduation day.

you remember hugging him tightly as you bid him a final farewell while he wiped the tears that were falling down from your eyes away with his bare fingers. he kept telling you it was going to be all right– he kept telling you it wouldn’t be the last day you would ever see him. he kept telling you to calm down so your condition wouldn’t get worse. your heart could only handle so much, after all.

he kept promising you he’d come back.

and of course, you were only a little child, oblivious to the harsh reality of the world, so you believed him. you even intertwined your pinky finger with his. you remember him telling you about how much he wanted to be a heart surgeon in the future, and the moment you asked him why, all he did in response was place his hand on your heart and say, “so that when we’re both grown up, i’ll be the one to take care of you.”

you placed your hand on your heart, a bittersweet smile on your face as your tears left wet patches on the last page of the notebook as you whispered to yourself, “i wish you were there the moment i had finally been taken care of.”

luckily, a year ago, your heart condition had finally been cured, yet it didn’t leave you to be as happy as you expected yourself to be. why? because the person you wanted to know about it so badly was no longer in your life.

you also learned a year ago that he was now the chief surgeon of akso hospital, and has been earning many achievements left and right because of his exceptional skills at doing his job.

you wonder if he still remembers the reason he wanted to become a heart surgeon in the first place, too.

the reason why you wrote “don’t open until snowfall arrives!! ♡” on the box was because you were only planning to open it the moment zayne finally returns. and it seems as if it’s already impossible at this point– you highly doubt he even remembers you, still, which is why you ended up opening it by yourself.

you closed the notebook as you placed it back inside the box, shutting your eyes softly as tears started falling down one by one yet again. this time, you no longer bothered to wipe it with the back of your hand, letting your emotions run free as your mind went back to recall every moment you’ve ever spent with zayne.

zayne, the boy you loved too much to tell him.

♡ , cupidswan.

You are watching Sukuna. And Sukuna is watching his brother's girlfriend... Until he is watching you.

-> This is Part 2 of this drabble

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Fluff + angst with a happy end. Word count: 4k. Angst, lots of pining, unrequited love at first, mentions of alcohol. There is no cheating. Sukuna and Reader get their happy end. Minors don't interact.

This small series was inspired by this beautiful art by @nayasch.

Also, for the best experience, I recommend listening to "Is there somewhere" by Halsey while reading this. I had it on repeat while writing. Divider @/hitobaby

It's a spilled drink that brings you closer to Sukuna.

Just a moment ago, you were holding your breath as you walked past the tattooed, pink-haired boy who makes your heart race, too shy to even look his way when you were so close to him. But then someone knocked into you, and now you are standing there like a deer in the headlights, your hands wet, your shirt ruined, staring wide-eyed at the big red stain soaking the front of your crush's white t-shirt.

You faintly hear some guy behind you apologizing. You have no idea if he is apologizing to you or to Sukuna. All you know is that Sukuna is glaring daggers at him,

"Get out of my sight before I punch your stupid face!"

And then those beautiful maroon eyes snap to you, and you forget how to breathe. You wished for Sukuna's gaze to find you, dreamed about it all the time. Hoped he would notice you, hoped that fate would hand you a chance to get closer to him. But now that it happens so unexpectedly, you don't know what to do. A muttered "S... sorry." leaves your lips.

Sukuna's gaze travels from your face down to your shirt, which is just as soaked as his. And that attractive lopsided smirk appears on his face, the one that gives you butterflies, especially now when he is standing right in front of you, close enough to touch. He shrugs,

"Wasn't your fault. I'm gonna change into a fresh shirt. What about you? Want one, too?"