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omg for ur corpse bride thing.... maybe an au where shoko or some other lady and gojo meet up later in their lives and get married but then the dead chick is geto
OH MY GOSH yYES 🙏🙏
ts is such a good idea N OMG ACERTAIN SOMEONE WHO COULD REPLACE LORD BARKIS BITTERN ⁉️⁉️ im catching these ideas
i wanna do one that's either a ship or one w yn 🗣🗣🔥whichever one is more pickable idk
i SObadly wanna rewrite corpse bride but w a jjk character 😓 but idk which character n if anyone would even read that 🗣🗣🔥🔥‼️‼️💯
TAHNK YOUU 🗣🗣🙏
u can search his name up (yoosung kim from mystic messenger) n itll show his looks
i was hoping if u could make y/n drag him away from the game that he always plays (LOLOL) so he could lay on her lap and play with his hair
i'm pasting how he is off google bc for the life of me i can't write
"Tries the best to be caring and supportive to others, he hides his sadness and stress, by playing video games and texting, although he still likes the hobbies..... It's a habit and may stay up all night because of it.The naive boy loves to put smiles on others faces because it makes him feel accomplished and that he's doing something good with his life."
he's like this total sweetheart but he won't get off that damn game ‼️
i hope this is enough im so bad w my words 😭 sorry !
authors note: sorry about not responding for like a month, i stopped writing for a bit cause its not really a main hobby of mine, BUT DW IM GONNA CONTINUE. anyways i dont play this game, so it might not be completely accurate but i hope i works! also a little short cause i didnt really know how this could work out-
cw: g/n reader, yoosung x reader, fluff, not proof read, might be ooc
(ps: if u simp for him u have bad taste, he looks like a beanstalk and his hair looks like french fries)
-yoosung was hooked to his game. he might as well marry his console! he never gave anyone else attention except for the cursed thing anyways. the thought of you hiding all his games in the closet has crossed your mind to many times to count. and one day, you had enough.
"yoosung kim." you said sternly, standing infront of his monitor. "y/n! i cant see!" he whined, trying to move his head to each side to see where hed have more luck in staring. "no. you are going to stop playing that game and cuddle with me!" you said, stepping closer to him. "after this round, i pinky promise!" he said, his eyes not exiting the monitor even once.
"thats it." you say, grabbing his controller and turning off the monitor (you saved his progress of course). "y/nnn!!!! how could you no! i said ill do it later!" yoosung complained, getting up to try and steal the controller back. "no!" you say beggining to run with it in hand. and he chases after you.
-after a good 40 minutes of running and convincing, yoosung finally settled down, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you, still grumbling nonsense about his game.
"i want my consoles back..." he mumbled into your chest, kicking his feet back and forth while your hands were tangled in his hair, combing through it gently. "youll get it back once i get my me time." you smiled, kissing his forehead softly.
-despite his initial reluctance, he found himself falling asleep on you, slightly drooling on your shirt. not that you minded, atleast he wasnt bothering you about the game anymore, right?
that is until he woke up at 2 am energized and played the game until morning.
tomohiro nagatsuka from silent voice is so underrated 😓 i can't find anything good of him to read ☹️☹️‼️
might be controversial to say on tumblr of all places, but why are some of y’all at your grown ass age writing smut about literal teenagers 💀 (bakugo number one victim btw).. it’s creepy as hell and also hypocritical cause the same bitches who write creepy shit like that be the same ones with “minors dni!!!” in your bio.. minors dni but you’re writing detailed smut about them? lol 😂 you can’t even say that weird p3do ass behaviour is creepy or call these people out because big creators on here will come out with their fanbase to justify this by saying it’s okay and normal to be attracted to little kids because it’s “aged up”.. bfr. you’re in your late 20’s writing about kids who are like. sixteen.
also i don’t care if it’s fiction. you’re weird for being attracted to children.
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i love 7 sm 🙁🙁
Self Fulfilling Prophecy (707 x Reader)
[Summary: Seven begins to act cold after he starts to stay with you for your own safety. However, it was too late to spare you from the heartbreak that he was sure you were doomed to. If only it didn’t take a physical form. A form that might kill you. (They/Them pronouns)
Warnings:Hanahaki Disease, Hurt/Comfort, blood,
Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]
Seven was so different since he’d started staying with you. He had been cold. He started avoiding you almost instantly. He’d snap at you any time you tried to talk to him. It was such a shocking change from how he was just a couple days before. You missed the quirky, high energy person you have been talking to earlier. But you were also so worried for the version of Seven that was right in front of you. People don’t just change like that for no reason. You had to wonder what was up.
If only you could focus on that, instead of the growing pressure in your chest. It was hard to help Seven when you felt your breathing slowly growing weaker. At first, you assumed it was just the stress getting to you. You were in danger. So much had changed in such a short time. And the man you had been falling for was suddenly treating you like he hated you. It was a lot to take in. It was no surprise that you were starting to feel a bit under the weather.
And then there was the cough. It seemed like your body was trying to rip something free from your lungs. The amount of force each cough held was ridiculous. Still, you refused to believe that there was anything more to it than a bit of stress. At least until the petals started to appear. Small, red stained petals appear in the tissues every time you had a coughing fit. Of course, you had heard of hanahaki disease. It was a rare condition, though. It felt unbelievable that it would happen to you.
Unrequited love taking physical form. Flowers sprouting in the lungs of each of the disease’s victims. The feeling of heartbreak when you feel like your love was doomed was bad enough, but the crushing feeling of foliage blooming in your chest only made things worse.
Of course, when you realized what you had, you knew exactly what happened. You had let yourself fall too hard for Seven too quickly. The quick explosion of emotion was bound to blow up in your face. Especially with Seven acting the way that he was. The coldness seemed to make the flowers grow faster. It was almost as though you could feel the roots dig deeper into your body every time Seven pointedly ignored you.
You knew that the only way to fix it was to confront the situation. Emotion clears away emotion. A solid, tangible heartbreak from a straightforward rejection was known to clear away the flowers that grew with hanahaki disease. That was what you expected to happen, at least. With the way Seven had begun to treat you, you knew there was no outcome besides rejection. However, the idea of confronting the issue made you feel guilty. It was clear that Seven didn’t want to talk to you. How selfish would it be to make him deal with that issue, considering everything else that he was dealing with? You couldn’t bear the thought of that conversation.
So you stayed silent, hoping the feelings would fade, taking the ever-growing flowers with them. Only, that wasn’t what happened. The flowers continued to grow, roots worming their way through the walls of your lungs, filling your breath with blood.
“Seven, have you eaten yet?” you asked timidly. It was one of the only things that you could bring yourself to talk to him about. He still hated the conversations, but you couldn’t help but care.
“I have some chips,” came his monotone response. He still didn’t look up from his computer.
“I can make you something if you’d li-” your offer was cut off with a coughing fit. You would normally go to get yourself a tissue, however, the force of each cough made it hard for you to move. You almost seemed to curl up into yourself as the fit progressed, your ribs screaming from the force.
Seven still didn’t look up at first. The coughing fits weren’t anything new, and you were sure that he thought it was just a cold or something. That was, until you dropped to the ground, your body no longer able to hold out under the force of each cough. You were coughing so hard that you seemed to just lose your balance completely. As you dropped to your knees, Seven finally raised his gaze away from the screen.
You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t the look of fear in his eyes as blood dripped past your lips. You didn’t expect him to set his laptop to the side, or rush over to you. You didn’t expect the hand on your back, or the one that guided you to the bedroom you had been staying in. And you certainly didn’t expect his shocked and angry reaction as he saw the pile of old, bloody tissues that had accumulated next to your bed.
“How long have you been this sick? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you have medicine? Do I need to bring you to the hospital? How could you not tell me?” The rapid-fire questions were hard to process. You hadn’t expected so much angry concern. You were completely unsure of how to respond.
“I-” you were cut off with another cough and another round of questioning from Seven. You didn’t get the chance to respond before he ran off to the bathroom, raiding the medicine cabinet for anything that might help. At least, with the assumption that this was some regular cough. You were thankful that he hadn’t seemed to notice the petals tucked away in each of the tissues that sat next to you. You still weren’t sure how you would explain the situation to him. At least if he thought it was just a bad cough, pneumonia maybe, he would stop worrying after a while. You hoped he would, at least.
“(Y/n), you need to take this,” he insisted, as he handed you the cough medicine that he had managed to find. You were thankful that there was something in that cabinet that hadn't expired. You knew that it wouldn’t do anything to help, but at least it might make him feel better. You hated seeing him worry, though it felt good to have his attention again. You just wished the circumstances were different. It was a bittersweet feeling.
“I’m sorry, Seven,” you managed to mutter out, your voice coarser than you had expected.
“I don’t know what you’re apologizing for. Just sleep,” he responded, still cold, but you wondered if there was something underneath the ice of his tone. You weren’t tired, but you couldn’t bring yourself to argue. So you closed your eyes and waited for sleep to set in.
- - - - -
“They’re sick. You need to let me have Jumin send a doctor,” you could hear the voice through the thick fog of sleep, though you couldn’t place it. The why and the who were lost on you as all context reminded clouded in drowsy fog. “No, V. This is serious. They’re coughing up blood. I can’t sit here and do nothing.”
You lay there listening for a moment as you collect your thoughts, pulling the rest of your brain back to reality. You had never heard Seven that upset before, even as he snapped at you for trying to drag him away from his work. And you certainly hadn’t heard him talk like that to V. He always seemed to speak to V as though he was some kind of savior. You didn’t know that full story of them, but you knew that this was new for Seven. And you didn’t know how to feel about it.
It was at the moment that another coughing fit announced your awakening. Seven hung up almost immediately, turning his attention to you quicker than you could have expected. He was by your side in an instant, trying to comfort you in any way he could. The soothing words felt odd in contrast to how he had been acting earlier. But the look in his eyes was so genuine. You wanted to savor the attention for a moment. Only for a flower to appear in your hand, red stained and entirely too revealing.
It felt like the world paused for a moment. Seven stared at the bundle of petals in your head, and you felt like you could feel the realization sinking in. Coughing up flowers could only mean one thing. Everyone knew that. And Luciel Choi was far too smart to be in denial about what he was seeing right in front of him.
Neither of you knew what to say at first. You had no clue how long the silence stretched on. It felt like an eternity and a second at the same time.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in a heartbreaking whisper.
“I didn’t think you’d want to know,” was all you could think to say. The moment after stretched on for another emotion-soaked eternity. And then, before you could even notice him moving, his arms were around you.
You could feel him sobbing as he muttered apologies into your shoulder. You had never seen him so vulnerable. You wondered how many people were even alive that had. All you could do was run your hand through his hair, waiting for him to gather himself up enough to talk a bit more clearly. You knew that you needed to discuss the issue finally. You had put it off long enough. And now you had no other option.
“(Y/n), I’m not a good person. I’m not the person who deserves this from you. There are so many better people. You deserve so much better.”
“Is that you telling me that you don’t feel the same?” You ask. You needed a clear answer. At the very least, you could finally breathe again if you got a clear answer.
“No,” he said, “This is me trying to protect you. But I suppose that hasn’t been working out the way that I meant.”
He muttered the last part, his eyes drifting over to the stack of used tissues. It was clear that his attempt to save you from himself had only backfired. You didn’t need saving from him. You needed him.
“Seven, I love you. Tell me you feel the same way, please,” You had no idea when you got so bold, but maybe it was the look in his eyes that did it. Someone needed to take the reins. And you supposed that it would have to be you this time.
“I do,” he managed to choke out, though you could tell that he still felt unsure about letting you near him.
“Then we can work everything else out from here,” you told him. And you fully believed it. Everything you work out. You could already feel your lungs starting to clear up as you grabbed his hand. You just needed to work it out together. And now that you knew that he felt the same way, you weren’t about to let him push you away again.
[A/N: I'm definitely a bit rusty. Sorry for being MIA for so long. But hopefully, I'll get back on track soon enough.]
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i'm gonna post each chapter of the triden fic i made 😈‼️
You have great taste in music, Alex g is peak
YOPPPEE MAN THANKSYYOU 🗣🗣‼️
siggh ON SKIBIDI i hate when people hate on SATOSUGU but not SUKUFUSHI?? likecmon man ☹️☹️ satoru n suguru r LEGAALL , sukuna n fushiguro arent ‼️ THATS A 1000+ YR OLD DEMON & A 15 YR OLD .
n the only 'chemistry' that the sukufushi shippers will show/have r the scenes where sukuna (in yujis form) rips off his uniform infront of fushiguro
but w satoru n suguru?? "guys can't be friends anymore" GEEETT OUT 🗣🗣‼️ they have INSANE chemistry , like obvi guys can be friends but still❓
also the "it's js fiction" thing isSOSOO annoying ,, like okay that doesn't justify u being a weirdo 🗣🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️
u can dislike satosugu that's fine but let's pls dislike the weirder ships like sukufushi more🙏 u could also see it as satoru n suguru having a VVEVVERRYY strong friendship n that's perfectly fine 🗣‼️

my gen reaction when someone says this ☹️☹️
"you can't keep talking about Ultraman and Kenji Sato!!!"
my honest reaction
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DRABBLES
➤ nothing here yet

ONESHOTS
➤ | a moment in peace | shoko ieiri x f!reader |
➤ | bonding with beer | utahime lori x gn!reader |

SERIES
➤ nothing here yet

HEADCANONS
➤ nothing here yet

real
hello lovelies! A small rant, but someone needs to say something. If you actually like incest, pedophilia, or any of that in writing, or even at all, please please seek professional help. I cannot stress this enough. I can’t believe people don’t talk about this enough. I honestly don’t care if you use it to cope, write that for yourself PLEASE and stop putting it on the internet. Get therapy, or at least any kind of help PLEASE
stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women
"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!
